Sorry it's been a while, I've been sick

- Sam's POV -

"Diana, are you crazy? You were stabbed to death two days ago!"

She exhaled and turned towards me, unbuttoning her blouse. "Look, Sam, I know that you're worried about me, and I appreciate that, I really do, but I'm okay. Better than that, I've got this." The blouse dropped back from her shoulders and she bent to peel off her jeans. "Just trust me, okay?"

"Diana please," I grabbed her arm and pulled her close to me. "I trust you, but I'm also worried about you. You are high on a hit list and I can't let you go off alone."

"I won't be alone," she assured me. "You and Dean will be there the whole time, I'll have weapons, and I've told you, I've got control now. It isn't easy, but I can do it. Please, you have to let me do this. For Dean."

I dropped her am and looked away, exasperated but out of options. She continued to change and when I looked up again, I raised an eyebrow.

"You look like white trash."

"That's the idea," she smirked, applying a thick layer of lip gloss and pulling her hair down from it's elastic. She stepped into a pair of heels that lifted her at least six inches off the ground.

"Christ! How are you gonna move in those?"

"Just trust me, baby," she laughed and glanced up at me through thick lashes, then walked out of the room, the skintight dress swaying with her hips.

When we got outside, she took a right and I made a left, heading for the car. When I got inside, I punched Dean's arm.

"What!"

"This was your idea!" I growled.

He smirked, pleased with himself. "One of my very best, I'd say."

"She looks like a hooker."

"That's the point!" Dean protested, putting the car in drive and pulling out. "Don't worry, Sammy, she isn't gonna stray on a case. She's crazy about you."

"I'm not worried about that," I folded my arms and leaned back against the leather, making it creak, gazing out my window, watching her strut down the street in those breakneck heels and super tight mini dress.

We tailed her down a few main roads, past a handful of bars. She attracted all the attention she was supposed to and more. She paused on one street corner, batting her lashes at some guy, giggling like a bimbo. I rolled my eyes but continued to watch as she pulled out a compact to reapply her lipgloss. Again. When she was finished, she winked at the guy she was talking to and followed him down an alleyway.

"That's our cue," Dean said, driving down the road farther, turning around three blocks down. We jumped out of the car and began to stroll towards Diana, keeping our hands on our guns.

When we got to the corner, we backed into shadows on the edge, watching them. The guy was backing her up to a wall and she was giggling like an idiot again. My jaw muscles tightened again and I had to resist the urge to snap the guy's neck. I took a step forward, stopped only by Dean's arm against my chest.

"Give her a chance," he whispered.

The guy lowered his lips to her neck, then suddenly stepped back and doubled over in pain. He groaned, then growled, fangs bared and lunged at Diana. She landed a high kick on his jaw, sending him to the pavement.

"Sorry," she snapped. "I don't like it when my guys can't take a hit."

Dean snorted as she kicked him in the ribs. The vamp hissed up at her and she sent the toe of her stiletto into his mouth.

"Tell me where they are!" she demanded. He spit out some fangs and hissed something up at her. She pulled a knife from somewhere up her dress and started detaching fingers. He screamed, then hissed again. She took off his whole hand. "Tell me!"

"Holy shit," Dean laughed under his breath.

Finally, she produced a needle and injected him with dead man's blood. He fell still beneath her and she tucked the knife and syringe away again.

"Guys?" she called out for us. We jogged over to her.

"That was awesome!" Dean laughed, high fiving her. "But how did you keep him down so easily?"

"I had the strength of two men and a monster to use against him," she smiled. "I channelled yours."

"Holy shit!" Dean laughed.

"Are you all right?" I asked, spinning her around, looking for any injuries or bite marks.

"I'm fine, Sam," she smiled, framing my face with her hands. She planted a chaste kiss on my lips. "I promise." I nodded and kissed her forehead.

"All right," she said, turning to Dean. "Let's go get 'em."

Dean's face fell again at the mention of the victims. Diana touched his arm.

"We'll find them, Dean. I promise."

When we finally got to the address the vamp had given Diana, she wanted to use the power again.

"Are you nuts?" I glared at her. "You're exhausted!"

"I'm exhilarated!" she protested. "I'm finally helping people, Sam! And this is important! To Dean! I'm going!" She got out of the car quietly and stood by for a few moments. She yelped in pain suddenly, cradling her jaw, then stood up straight again and stalked towards the giant old mansion.

"She's going to hurt herself," I growled.

"Sam, it's our best shot." Dean looked up at me with tired, worried eyes. "Please, just let her try."

I exhaled and nodded, then followed him out and around to the back door. We snuck in without drawing any attention to ourselves, unusual but not unwelcome. Machetes drawn, we crept through the kitchen, across the hall, and into the library. We took a quick sweep of the room, but just as we were about to turn back, the back of my head seemed to explode in pain and the floor raced up to meet me.

When I opened my eyes again, my head throbbed and a low groan escaped my throat.

"Sam?" came Dean's weak voice. I lifted my head toward the sound, but there was only darkness. "Sam?"

"Yeah, Dean, I'm here," I croaked.

"Dean?" came a soft voice from across the room. "Dean, is that you?"

"Lisa?" Dean's voice cracked. I heard a sob and then Lisa spoke again.

"Oh, Dean, I remember everything," she cried. "Dean, they have Ben!"

"I know," Dean said. "But we're gonna get him back, I promise. We've got someone looking for him right now."

"Lisa, I promise, we're gonna get you both out of here," I pledged to the darkness.

Suddenly, I heard the screech of metal and the grunts of two people hitting the ground around us.

"Are you okay?" Diana's voice asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," came another.

"Ben?" Lisa called.

"Mom?"

"Oh, Ben!" She started to sob again as feet shuffled across the floor and chains rattled. Someone hit the floor again and groaned. I felt hands suddenly on my stomach.

"I've got you," Diana told me softly as her hands traveled up my sides, searching for my binds. When she finally found the metal cuffs holding me to the wall, she wrapped her hands around them and snapped them open, one at a time.

"Jesus Christ," I whispered.

"Hi, Sam." I could feel her smile by my ankle as she snapped the last shackle. I tumbled to the floor, grunting as I hit the stone. "Ouch. You guys okay?"

"Fine," I groaned as Dean flicked open his lighter, casting a faint glow around his fist. I felt around my waist and found my flashlight. "I've got a torch, Dean." I clicked it on and shined it on him. He nodded at me and then knelt down, feeling around for his. Finding it, he clicked it on, shining it at Diana, who was soaked in blood.

"Jesus! What happened?"

"I ripped a few throats out and they got mad."

"You're crazy," I shook my head at her.

"I'm aware," she said, moving towards a shivering Lisa to snap her binds.

"Why did they let you down here without chaining you up?" Dean asked, checking Ben for serious injuries while I turned to search for a way out.

"I think they figured I'd eat you," Diana replied, helping Lisa to her feet. "Don't worry, we're gonna take care of you."

"Where's my son?" Lisa demanded.

"Right here," Dean called. "I've got him, Lisa. He's fine."

"Hey guys, I found a door," I called out. I shined my light towards them to find Lisa clutching Ben, Dean's arms wrapped around them. Diana appeared at my side and whispered in my ear.

"Crowley was here. He removed Cas's memory block so that he could use them against Dean. We found them before he expected. We need to get them far away, but they can't go home."

I nodded and motioned for Dean to follow us quickly. He started to shepherd Lisa and Ben towards us, but Lisa cried out and fell back into his arms. He scooped her up and nodded for Ben to follow us. We slipped up through what I took to be the servants' staircase and, after motioning for the others to wait for us, Diana and I glanced around the hallway.

"There's four left," she informed me quietly. "They'll be on their way down now. I figure we take 'em out and run. They'll likely come two at a time from each end of the hallway, mere seconds apart. You run at them swinging the machete, I'll slide up behind any that I can with the dead man's blood. If that's not possible, ditch the needles and start slicing, yes?"

"Gold star, Miss McKnight," I smirked down at her. She grinned up at me, the slid behind my back, completely hidden behind my frame. Just as she'd predicted, two vamps came charging down the hall on my right, and seconds later, another two on my left. I swung at them, slicing one's arm as Diana dove between my legs and stuck another two with needles in their ankles. The first one pulled me into a fight as the last yanked Diana up by her hair. I finally whacked the head off the first and when I turned around, Diana had tackled the other to the ground and dug the heel of her shoe into it's throat. She dragged it through with a grunt, decapitating the vamp and splattering blood all over herself.

"And that," she gasped, "is what high heels are for."

I pulled her up by her arm, then opened the door to the servant's stairs and beckoned Dean and Ben through. We all ran out to the car, but just as Dean was about to slide into the back seat with Lisa, Diana stopped him.

"I have to stay with her!"

"Whoa! Calm down! Who's the nurse here?" Diana asked, pushing him out of the way and climbing in beside Lisa. Dean's jaw clenched and he jumped into the passenger's seat as Ben got in on the other side of his mom and I jumped behind the wheel.

"What's wrong with her?" Dean asked as we flew down the road.

"She seems to have suffered some deep gashes but not as much blood loss as there could have been, but she'll need stitches."

"Sam, get us to a hospital now!" Dean barked at me.

"No, that's not necessary," Diana assured him gently. "If you can get me a needle and some thread, I can do it."

"There should be some in the trunk," I told Dean, pulling over. He raced out to the trunk, grabbed a kit and bottle of hard liquor, then ran back.

"If you need more room, we can pull the seats down," he said, handing Diana the equipment.

"No, we have to keep moving. I'm a target, and so are they," Diana said, organizing the kit and handing it to Ben. "I need you to help me to help your mom, okay?" He nodded. "Great." She tore the hem of Lisa's skirt, wrapped it around her knuckles, then slid it off her hand and put it in Lisa's mouth. "Bite down, hon, this is going to hurt." Lisa whimpered and Diana grabbed the liquor, pouring it over each of her wounds as Lisa screamed. Diana handed the bottle back to Ben and asked for the needle and thread, then looked up at Dean and I. "Why aren't we moving?" she barked. "You said so yourselves, we're on a hit list! Let's go!"

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