A/N: I think I got rid of all the verb-tense confusion. I sometimes switch between present and past in my writing and am trying to make sure I catch them. I don't have a beta so I sometimes miss a few.*grimace* Well, if you see any, let me know and I'll fix it.

Thanks, Ccase13. I appreciate your feedback. Thanks for hanging in with me.

All the normal disclaimers apply. No infringement is intended… transformative piece of fiction… don't make nada from my efforts… don't own any claim to Supernatural or characters... Wish Dean would stop invading my dreamtime world so I can get some rest. Errr… maybe not… he feeds my muse… and he is pleasant to look upon…

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Master and I were sitting in the waiting room. It was not very large and had about a dozen wooden chairs along the wall. There was a smell of sage and menthol and eucalyptus that stung the eyes and nose of those who were sensitive to smells. I am.

I didn't really know why Master insisted I come with him until we were ushered into the small room with a single cot occupied by a frail pale woman. Her blonde hair was matted but seemed to have been cleaned recently. There was a residual fragrance of sulfur and blood on her that made me dizzy. The power of the Infernals to which she had been exposed was well beyond the creatures we have been exorcising.

Master sat on a stool and took her hand in his. He spoke with soft soothing words. I sat near his knee and purred encouraging sounds to the waif in response. I'm not sure Master was expecting anything from the girl, but when her soft brown eyes opened and she looked into Master's icy sapphire blues, she smiled. I ducked down lower. She hadn't seen me and I hoped to limit any upset she might feel for as long as she had left. I whimpered though… I could feel something was… off.

Master flashed me a smile without humor. He began to chant the spell to remove the taint of Infernal magic from her. He chanted soft protections in that calming tone. I had hoped when I became bound to my Master that we would do great things. I imagined that we would amaze the human world with the works he would create. I envisioned the power and prestige Master would earn from his inventions and demonstrations of greatness. Even though he was a slip of a boy when I met him, I could tell that Master would amount to great and wonderful feats. I had seen many wonders in the time I have traveled with him. This was a great thing that my Master did for this girl. He was a great warlock and I was happy to be with him.

The spell of warmth and contentment was soon interrupted by anger and fear manifested in a harsh barking command. I mantled my wings to defend my Master and shield the girl from potential attack. I turned to face the threat I perceived and I hissed in anger in response to the wave of emotion I felt coming from the door. I gathered a ball of Power into my claws and would let loose a hail of fire upon anyone who dared threaten. I was unprepared to defend myself against Master's apprentice and his brother.

Samuel looked shocked at the immediacy with which I acted. Master was still in the pull of Power and I knew he wouldn't be able to defend himself until the spell was completed. That was one of the benefits to having a bound-demon familiar. We are able to spell cast, feed magical energy through our link with the warlock, and we can defend against attackers in the midst of a complicated spell casting. That was what I would do for Master. Even against his apprentice, who stumbled blindly into something he didn't understand.

Samuel tried to use a Voice of Command against me, but I smirked at him. "That doesn't work when Master is unable to restrain me from defending myself." I told him. I growedl at him but I had no intention of moving from where I was. Dean seemed to be conflicted. He wanted to protect the girl from the evil warlock and his demon, but if he started an all-out battle in the room, the girl could be hurt in collateral damage. He looked directly into my lavender eyes and used the voice that compelled without magic.

"What the Hell are you doing here?" He demanded.

I flinched. I had never flinched from a non-magical attack, but that was exactly what it was. Dean was using an intrinsic ability that he may not have even known he had.

"I… We're here to remove the Infernal taint from her soul." I responded. I grimaced at how willing I was to relent to the older Winchester.

"Th-the what?" Samuel sputtered.

I began to let the Power dissipate from my grasp. I let it flow back through me and then through to Master. He grabbed it and pulled it into himself. I could feel the steady pulse of cleansing energy behind me. I didn't lower my wings, though. I refused to give the human whelp clear line of sight. I was afraid what the sight might do to Dean who was already so angry. I diverted energy to protections around me to keep the humans at my back safe.

"Master came here directly after the briefing. He worried for your friend." I declared as I lifted my chin in defiance. My wings fanned and shivered in concern. I could easily defeat the brothers, but I would end up defeating Master as well. The Power I would need to take them on would interrupt the flow of energy to the cleansing of the girl. Master would be very angry if I attacked the men or killed them in defense of what we were doing. But, I couldn't let them harm Master, either.

Dean sighed and his shoulders seemed to relax. Sam was still in a very excitable state. He refused to release the energy he had built.

"Will she be okay?" Dean asked.

I felt myself dip my wings down a little. My aggression began to wane. I looked into the green eyes and felt myself conflicted. I looked at Samuel with confusion and concern. Samuel chanted with a soft voice and he caught and held my gaze. Master had explained how to subdue me. He had shared rapport with Master.

He had shared rapport with Master.

I grinned as I began to pull again. This time I focused my energy on the apprentice. It would be no trouble at all since Samuel didn't know how to subjugate me from behind his own shielding spells without opening himself to me. Sam was at risk of being taken over. That is essentially what I did. I took hold of Samuel and forced him into a rapport with my Master.

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Journal Entry (Master Castiel, Warlock of Rivers' Run Tower)

It was meant to be a fairly easy decontamination. We came to the girl soon after finding out that she had encountered demons. That she found major demons was the most concerning. I knew that if she had been possessed she was a danger to everyone in the encampment, not just to herself. I brought Meg along. She had aided me in these kinds of rituals before and I believed she would be able to assist me in this, especially if the demons were as strong as I believed they were.

It began well enough. The protections were erected to prevent the potential demon possessing the girl from escaping into another host. I forced my way into her mind. As with any forced rapport, I walked in a construct of her making. This was her mind, but she was only marginally in control.

The landscape was familiar to her but I was treading in a word I did not know surrounded by manifestations of her memories that I could not identify. The barn ahead was large and surrounded by farm animals. There was a man, a woman and three children who seemed to be close in ages. The smallest child, a girl with doe-brown eyes glared at me and ran away into the barn. The day turned to night and the barn lit up in a blaze of fire. The people who stood in front of me erupted in blue-black flames. The stench of flesh burning seemed so real I had to hold my sleeve to my nose. I felt my eyes began to burn. The demon showed its head as it became the blazing barn transforming into a giant dragon with deep red scales. The ground rumbled and shook. His laughter surrounded me as it deafened me with the volume of his wails. I demanded the dragon divulge its name. I compelled him. He laughed at me and the landscape shifted.

It was a dark room. I was small and there was a little warm body pressed against me. We were underneath something large and we were pressed down against a wooden slatted floor. The child whimpered next to me and turned her brown eyes to look at me. She said nothing before she buried her head in her arms. I heard heavy footfalls and sand and dust fell from the cot above us into our eyes. The footfalls stopped next to the bed near the girl. She scooted closer to me and I reached out to embrace her; but, before I could reach her, a large hand reached under the bed to grab her arm. I slid out on the other side of her and leapt to my feet. I looked into the hazel eyes of a tall man. He looked like Dean Winchester, but older. His eyes were sunken with the weary long days and the heavy load of a man with many responsibilities. He regarded me with a sad smile and gripped the child to his chest. She nuzzled her face into his warm green uniform and he nodded to me. They left the darkened room. The shadows began to bend and whine. Reaching tendrils of darkness elongated to follow the man with his precious bundle. I growled deep within me. I demanded its name. I compelled it. The shadows turned to regard me with sooty-red eyes that glowed with sinister intent. The shadows began to swirl about me, to surround me, reaching toward my flesh. I felt the touch of the shadows burn my skin and the pain was accompanied by the aroma of sulfur. The shadows consumed me until…

There was a light. A rush of Infernal magic filled me. I could hear her voice. Meg. She protected me from the outside, sent me waves of fresh energy and illuminated the darkness.

I looked up into the room until the light became too bright. I shut my eyes. When I looked again, I was riding a horse in the forest next to a young woman in dark green and tan livery of the Rangers. I looked at all the trees lining the path on which we rode and she turned to regard me. She was young, though I could see the lines of battle on her soul. She felt so much older than her maybe twenty years. She breathed in a ragged breath and spurred her horse into a run. She ran until she disappeared into a cave. I dismounted at the mouth of the cave and the roof became as teeth and the hillside surrounding became its gigantic head. Red flaming eyes emerged from the blackened rock face as the ground trembled and I was nearly shaken from my feet. I drew a bow from my back, nocked an arrow and prepared to let it loose. There came a sound of music at my back that I recognized as a manifestation of Meg. I turned slightly to the left and I saw Samuel. He blinked at me as though he had no idea what he was doing here. I turned my attention back to the manifestation of the demon.

I compelled the demon to reveal its name to me. It created a guttural sound of rocks ground together and dust erupted all around us. Samuel approached me and stood by my side. We made eye contact once more. He realized what was expected of him. Together, we compelled the demon to reveal its name a second time. It fought us and cursed at us with cries of defiance. Still we compelled it. Our power together compelled it thrice and it stood before up in a representation of the beast it was on our plane. The ground bucked and buckled. Rocks thrust between us and around us, separating us for a moment. We had to shriek and scream our commands over the sound of earth shifting and the tumble of rocks. When the rocks ceased in their movements, a shadow of smoke and flies emerged from the cave entrance. It fled through the forest and I could feel it trying to escape the girl's mind.

When we were able to banish the demon from the girl, we returned to our own in front of me, was the plume of smoke that was the demon after it had exited the girl. It was confined by my own protections and the power of Meg. It reached out toward Meg as I began to chant the exorcism. The cloud dissipated with a howl of anger and pain.

I drooped against the cot that held the woman for whom Samuel and I just fought. I slumped my head down low and looked behind me under my shoulder to see a very different scene than I had seen when I left. Meg looked agitated and upset. Her wings were buffeting me across the back and head. Samuel lay at rest in Dean's arms in front of her. Dean had the hate of burning suns in his eyes and he held a sword in front of him pointed directly at my familiar. Samuel came to consciousness and Dean screamed his name in relief, but didn't lower his weapon. I had no way of knowing what had happened during my struggle for the girl's soul. But, I had a few guesses.

Once Samuel recovered himself, Meg stopped smacking me in the face with her wings and Dean saw the look of bewilderment on Jo, things began to calm down.

Between Samuel and me, we were able to calm both Meg and Dean as well as comfort poor Jo who had just recovered from being possessed by a fairly powerful demon.

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Daily Watch Log Wyrmfire Crag

Incident report according to Ranger Scout, JoAnna Beth Harvelle

Report to Watch Commander

I left the Crag just after the First Watch changed. Two other Scouts in my Patrol, Patrol Captain Findley, and I set off on our routine perimeter sweep prior to investigating some unresolved disturbances reported by the previous Watch. We were nearly three-quarters into the sweep when a group of three civilians in ratty, tattered and bloody clothing intercepted us. They were hysterical and difficult to understand. They went on and on about a dragon in the woods stealing away young women. They begged for our help.

Captain Findley split the patrol into two groups. One part of the patrol was to go with him to investigate what the civilians were reporting since it conformed to reports the Watch had made. Chadwick Spence and I were supposed to go and escort the civilians back to the Crag for debriefing. We began walking with the Civilians back toward the road. They kept grabbing at our arms and wailing. These were grown men and they acted so like children. At first, I was sympathetic and tried to calm them. Then, it became so bothersome, I became sullen and rude. I just wanted them to stop grabbing at me.

Their voices became so whiny and sniveling. At one point, I think Chad actually pulled a dagger to repel them. That was when I saw it. The faces of the men were not consistent with the tones of their voices. They appeared to have a look of maliciousness and intent that was inconsistent with the fear I now know they feigned. We both became more alert to our surroundings, but it was too late. The men were much stronger than they pretended to be.

They overpowered Chad. I am ashamed to admit, I was less than useless in helping him. I was stunned into inaction at the sudden change in the civilians' demeanor. They overtook me once Chad lay on the forest floor with his blood running in rivers out of his body. All I could do was scream. And I did. Loudly. Until they hit me so hard I lost consciousness.

When I awoke, I was laying in a pen inside a cave or tunnel underground. The pen was enclosed by tall wooden planks and I was locked away separate from about a dozen other young girls. I could see them through the slats. They told me their names and from whence they came, but I could do nothing for them. I was a prisoner… just like them.

There was a ritual several hours after I woke. The girls were shepherded out into a giant ring marked on the ground. There were eye-hooks driven deep into the cavern floor and the girls were each chained or shackled to them. I watched from inside my prison and heard several deep voices, though I couldn't see the men doing the chanting. I didn't understand the words they were using. I felt so helpless and powerless to stop them. All I could do was yell and threaten impotent curses upon them.

That was when a tall blonde man approached me in the cage. The man looked at me with the same predatory gaze I had seen before from drunken men in my mother's tavern. I wanted to do then what I did as a child when confronted with that kind of gaze. I wanted to run and hide under my parents' bed. I wanted to be as far away from the man as I could go and keep running. He just grinned at me. The grin held none of the warmth of joviality that the old men in our unit share when they smile. It was slick and slimy and had a glint of dangerous intent that I will never forget so long as I live. His eyes were the color of sulfur. He reeked of the stuff.

I watched as hooded figures approached the sobbing or screaming women and one by one, slit their throats, collected the blood in shallow bowls and continued to chant. There was a tension I often feel when I had accompanied the Silver Arrow to the capital to visit his mage friend. I associated that feeling to the use of magic… powerful magic. I could feel it like a bitter pain in my back teeth, giving me a headache like I get when I drink wine. The magic being used was powerful and malicious.

When the chanting stopped, the blonde-haired, yellow-eyed man looked at me again and spoke to me at last. He told me that I had an important part to play. He said that I would help him to enter the Crag and that I would bring his demon friend to the Holy Swords of Heaven and Hell. He knew they could be found in the Crag but were unable to come and get them because there were powerful magic users in camp. There were also magical protections afforded the camp while the Silver Arrow remained there. There is apparently something about being the Arrow that lets Dean be a part of the encampment's protections.

The last thing I saw was black.