*Disclaimer*

I do not, nor do I claim to own any Supernatural characters. I have created Diana, no other character so far.

Any resemblance to other people, real or fiction, alive or dead, is merely coincidence.

"Where am I?" I croaked, my head still a bit foggy. The really big guy, Sammy I think they called him, approached me slowly while the other two glared down at me like I was about to eat someone or something. He crouched in front of me.

"Hi, Diana," he spoke to me softly, like he would a small, terrified child. I suppose that's how I felt. "I'm Sam. This is my brother Dean and our friend Bobby. You're in Bobby's house in his basement. We took you here because... Because..."

"Because you were possessed by a mega-watt demon," Dean barked. Sam glared up at him.

"Yes, to put it gently," he growled. Dean shrugged. Sam looked at me again. "We needed to get rid of the demon because it was trying to use your body to hurt people. But it's gone now. Everything's okay."

"We don't know that," Bobby grumbled.

Sam sighed and looked at me apologetically. My head was spinning. Demons? Possession? This stuff only happened in movies or my nightmares. I couldn't wrap my head around what was happening.

I flinched as Sam touched my wrist. He backed off momentarily, holding up his hands, then touched me again. He began to undo my binds and helped me stand up. My legs felt as though they didn't have bones and I fell against his weight. Slipping his arm around my waist, Sam helped me walk up the stairs, ignoring his brother and friend's guns and glares.

He sat me down at the kitchen table. I suddenly realized that I was trembling and when Sam asked me if I could remember anything, I thought maybe I'd pass out. He held up his first finger, bidding me to wait, then walked away. I glanced up at Dean, standing over me, gun in hand, glaring down his nose at me.

"You don't think it's gone, do you?" I whispered hoarsely. "The demon, I mean."

He hesitated, then shook his head. "I don't know what to think."

I looked down at my lap and nodded. "I wouldn't trust me either."

Sam came back and handed me a glass of water. I gulped it down then set the glass on the table.

"Diana, can you tell us what you remember? If you remember anything?"

I shrugged. "I remember finding my roommates..." The image flashed again and I fought back the falling feeling. I needed to focus on here and now before I blacked out again. "I remember you and your brother coming into my house... Then... Nothing..."

"Nothing?" Bobby asked. "Nothing at all?"

I looked up at him and shook my head. He sighed.

"Diana," Sam spoke again, bringing my eyes up to meet his. "You were possessed by a demon. Do you remember that? Maybe watching things happen and doing things without controlling it? Maybe a really angry, mean voice in your head?" I shook my head again. Sam exhaled. "Okay, what about just before you woke up here. We were going to get rid of the demon... But then it sounded like it was in pain... And then it left your body... Diana," he leaned across the table. "Did you do that? Did you make the demon leave?"

"I don't know... Please don't talk to me like I'm six..."

Sam offered me a half smile and leaned back again. "Sorry. I just want to make sure I soften the blow as much as I can. I know this is really terrifying."

I shrugged. "A little shocking..."

"A little?" Bobby huffed. I looked up at him.

"I've always believed on some level. When the best doctors out there can't successfully diagnose or even identify what's wrong with you, you look for less concrete answers. Just, you know, because crazy possible solutions are better than living without knowing what's going on inside your own head."

The three men exchanged grave looks, then stared back at me again. Dean finally lowered his gun.

"Do you have abilities?" he asked. "Can you make people do what you want or dream about things and then they happen?" I bit my lip.

"Not exactly..."

"What do you mean, 'not exactly'?"

"Well... I... I fall..."

He raised his eyebrows, disbelieving. "You fall? Yeah, well, welcome to Earth. We have gravity."

"Dean," Sam snapped, glaring at him. He looked at me. "What do you mean you fall?"

"Well... Sometimes I get this weird feeling like I'm falling through the center of the Earth and I can't stop. And usually, when I come to my senses again, my nose is bleeding and my head's all foggy and I'm not where I was when I started falling."

"What do you mean? Like blackouts?"

"I guess. But then I have these nightmares-" I sighed. "I know I sound stupid... Look, I'm not what you think I am. I don't have special abilities. I'm just some normal chick who got roped into some supernatural mess. I'm sorry. You shouldn't spend so much of your time trying to figure me out. There's nothing to find." I started to get up, and, as if on cue, my head started to spin. The nausea overwhelmed me and I felt my temperature rise. The floor dropped from below me and I was falling again, but this time, I was surrounded by flames. Surrounded and consumed by them. They were licking at my skin, and then they were all across my body and in my hair and I could hear myself screaming.

I opened my eyes and I was sprawled on the ground. The dirt was warm beneath me and the sky above was grey with thunder clouds, and spinning wildly. I slowly sat up and looked around. Several other people were around me, looking around, dazed and confused. A few seconds later, we all looked up to see an old black car screech to a halt a few yards from us. Dean and Sam burst out of the car and came running, guns loaded and pointed in our direction. Everyone screamed.

Sam and Dean stopped in their tracks. They stared, slack jawed at the group of terrified people, then at me. They exchanged quick words and as Dean began to yell at the others and herd them for testing, Sam ran to me.

"Diana, what happened?" he demanded, pulling me to my feet.

"I-I don't know. I-I fell," I stammered.

"That was the falling?" his eyes widened. I nodded, touching my nose. It was bleeding again. I pulled a tissue from my pocket and held it against my nose, wincing.

"What happened?" I asked, looking over at the bewildered crowd as Dean splashed them with water and pricked them each with a knife.

"They were all possessed, Diana. Every demon that was in town came here and you exorcised them all!" His yelling was splitting my head and making my ears ring. I felt the fire crawling up my legs and I whimpered.

Sam gripped my shoulders. "Diana, look at me!" he demanded. "Has anyone got you hooked on something? Do you have a drug that you take or a special drink you like?" I cringed at his overwhelming volume making my brain rattle and shook my head slowly. The fire was frying the skin of my waist now and I felt hot tears begin to fill my eyes.

"Sam," I whimpered. "I-I feel like I'm on fire..." I heard myself sob and squeezed my eyes shut. I could see the flames climbing the rest of my body and overwhelming me. I screamed and dropped again.

Everything was moving so quickly. Blood splattered everywhere and blood curdling screams hurt my ears. I saw fire fry people alive, blades slice up children. A screeching laugh, like nails on a chalkboard, filled my head and made my skin crawl. I saw Dean, battered and bloody, chained to a wall, watching a little boy scream. I saw Sam bound to a bed, thrashing and kicking, trying to save a pretty blonde who was beyond hope. Bobby cried and repeatedly stabbed and shot a woman. Yellow eyes laughed at them all. Black ones surrounded them. A lovely blonde woman and a scruffy looking man clung to each other while being skinned alive. Their anguish and pain overpowered me as I screamed and tried to fight back the claws that were tearing at my flesh.

Suddenly, my eyes flew open and I was no longer fighting claws, but large hands, clasping my wrists, and a leg pinning my knees. The fire disappeared and the images faded and the yellow eyes turned into hazel-green ones. I stilled and gasped, gazing at the eyes, trying to get a grip on reality.

Sam's whole face came into view and his grip on my wrists relaxed, but didn't disappear. I took a few shaky breaths.

"You're safe," he whispered. "I promise."

I nodded and he slowly released me, sitting beside me on a cot, in, what I now saw was, a metal room. There were markings all over the floor and walls and a heavy door with a small window where two other pairs of eyes were peering at me. I looked back at Sam.

"I hurt someone, didn't I?" I whispered. Sam looked at me like he was trying to decide whether or not he should tell me something.

"D'you want some more water?" he asked.

"You got anything stronger?"

He forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah. Come on up."

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