(Disclaimer: Don't own anything Supernatural related; the following story and characters of Riley and Dee belong to me)

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Holier Than Thou.

Chapter Two.

Dean sat on one of the beds of the current crappy motel where he and Sam were staying, holding Jack Riley's wallet in his hands as he waited for Sam to return. The cops had left about an hour ago and while it was normally him that sailed through interrogations with the authorities, it had been Sam that had finally convinced the local P.D. that they had nothing to do with Jack's death…well that and the man they'd saved had backed up their story.

He opened the wallet and took out the photo, the one of a small girl in pig-tails sitting atop Jack's shoulders, both of them grinning at the camera. He turned it over, 'Riley. 1986'. There was no doubt, Jack was the uncle that Riley had told him about; the one that had raised her. Shit. He stood up and went to the mini-bar, cursing as he realised he'd drunk the last of the small bottles last night. He slammed the fridge door shut, grabbed his jacket and went to find the nearest bar.

When he returned to the motel room, Sam was sitting at the table, the laptop open in front of him, their father's journal on the table next to it. "You get in touch with them?" he asked as he put the bottle of tequila in the bar-fridge, noticing it had finally been restocked.

Sam nodded "Spoke with Dee. Took me a while to convince her but after she yelled a shitload of phrases at me I didn't understand, she finally believed me. She'll tell Riley. Said they'd be here sometime late tonight"

"You tell her about that yellow-eyed asshole?" Dean asked as he flopped down on the bed, putting his arm over his eyes.

Sam sighed and nodded "It was weird, dude. She went all quiet…you know that scary kind of quiet? Everything changed after that and…" he frowned as he remembered a conversation he'd had with Dee in Vermont.

Dean moved his arm and glanced at Sam "What is it?" he asked, sitting up as he saw the look on his brother's face.

"Last year, when me and Dee were looking for you and Riley, she said she was being hunted…her and Riley both"

"Hunted? What the hell do you mean 'hunted'?"

"Just that. When I asked her, she said some government pratts; her words, not mine; were after them and then said that yellow-eyed bastard was as well"

"You gotta be fucking shitting me" said Dean.

Sam shook his head "I'm serious, dude. Then we kinda got side-tracked and I forgot all about it but…" he looked at Dean "That asshole lured us here and if he lured us here then he lured Jack here"

"To kill him and get Riley and Dee here…" he paused "No, not here, back with us"

"What the fuck is going on?" asked Sam but Dean could do nothing but shake his head.

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She tilted her head back, leaning it against the head-rest, her eyes closed, her bare feet perched on the dash as she tried not to think about her uncle. It was no use; memory after memory assaulted her mind, forcing her to deal with her pain, and as much as she didn't want to, there was no denying the aching loss that squeezed her heart painfully. She brushed at the tears that refused to go unshed as another image flashed into her mind; Jack explaining to her that he just couldn't call her 'Cinnamon', it was a ridiculous name and didn't suit her, that from now on her name would be 'Riley' and his laughter at the visible relief on her face when she realised someone finally understood her.

He'd been the father his brother had never been; who had come to meet her when she was four and had given up everything to stay and raise her when he realised her mother couldn't do it. And now he was dead. The only real family she had left was gone. She sat up as her breath hitched and she wound down the window, the rush of hot air burning the stinging tears from her eyes.

She didn't look at Dee as she asked quietly "Are they sure it's Jack?"

"Yes, babes" Dee said softly, glancing quickly from the blacktop laid out in front of her to her friend.

"But they don't know him…don't know his name, what he looks like…nothing…"

Dee didn't say anything, she knew Riley was clutching at straws, that deep down inside she knew Jack was gone, she just didn't want to believe it.

Riley wiped at her eyes and turned to Dee "What did Sam say?"

Dee's hands tightened round the steering wheel "Riley, I can tell you again but it's not going to change" she said, a deep sadness filling her eyes.

"Don't. Don't you pity me, Dee" she said angrily.

"Riley, I wasn't. You know me better than that" she paused "I liked Jack, a lot. I'm just so sorry he's gone"

"That yellow-eyed prick…" started Riley; she squeezed her hands into fists, her fingernails digging into her palms as she willed herself not to lose it.

Dee nodded slowly "That's what Sam said" she glanced at her friend again "Riley, I know…"

Riley flared "You don't know shit!" she yelled "Don't start with the 'oh, I know how you feel' bullshit! How could you know how I feel? Huh? Tell me!"

Dee looked deep into Riley's eyes, her own pooling, mirroring her best friends "Pete" she whispered, that one word like a shot as it echoed round the car. If anyone knew how she was feeling it was Dee; that bastard had killed someone they each loved. The memory would never fade.

Riley slumped back against the seat and looked out the window; the scenery was nothing but a dark blur as they roared towards Nevada, the few lights of distant farmhouses that spattered the landscape like shining beacons, guiding those that lived there back to their families; families that were unaware of the evil that lurked in every darkened corner, in the shadows that crept around them, constantly watching,and waiting; waiting for an opportunity to strike. Evil that could kill you at a moments notice, ripping the hearts out of those left behind.

"Sorry" Riley whispered into the darkened cab.

Dee shook her head "You don't apologise to me, Riley. That's our deal remember?" she glanced at her friend "Well hunt this bastard down, Riley. Hunt him down and kill him. I promise you"

Riley nodded, Dee never reneged on a promise.

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Dean was sitting on the hood of the Impala, Sam leaning against it as they waited for Riley and Dee to come out from the coroner's office. Although early, the sun was bright and already beating down on them, steaming promises of another scorcher to come. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and it seemed cruel to bear witness to a beautiful day when Riley was inside seeing to her Uncle's remains.

Dean had heard them arrive at the motel around three in the morning and had watched from the window as Dee organised a room, Riley busying herself with their bags. He hadn't been able to see her face but the slump in her shoulders, something he'd never seen before, spoke volumes.

"Dee say how long they'd be?" asked Sam.

Dean shook his head "However long it takes, I guess"

Sam looked at his brother "We gotta figure this shit out"

"Really" deadpanned Dean "'Cause I was thinking we just wait until that prick contacts us again and go from there"

"What the hell's wrong with you?" asked Sam, taking his shirt off and throwing it into the backseat of the Impala "Heat getting to you?"

Dean shook his head "It's nothin'" he looked up when he heard the door of the building open and saw Dee walking towards them; he slid off the car, Sam pushing himself from it as Dee jogged down the steps, stopping in front of them.

"Riley'll be another hour or so. Why don't you head back, I'll wait for her and then we'll try and figure this shit out"

"I'll wait. I need to speak with her" said Dean.

"She's not really in the mood for chatting, Dean" said Dee.

"I didn't say I wanted to chat" he said angrily "I said I need to speak with her" he'd promised Jack he'd deliver the necklace and the message and no-one, not even Dee was going to stop him. That was the least he owed the man that had saved his and his brother's life; the memory of his death would stay with him for a long time.

Dee stared at Dean and he stared defiantly back "Then I guess none of us are going anywhere"

"Guess not" said Dean.

Sam stepped between them, sensing the tension between the two and wanting to defuse it before it got out of control "Okay, before this turns into …whatever it is you two are doing…if Riley's gonna be a couple of hours..." he pointed "Coffee"

"You know how I take it, Sam" said Dean as he sat back up on the car.

"Black, no sugar" said Dee to Sam, her eyes not leaving Deans.

Sam looked between them, his anger now rising "Anything else? Pancakes? Pie? Want me to wipe your asses for you as well?" he shook his head at them "You do realise this isn't about you right?" he didn't wait for a reply as he headed to the diner. "Idiots" he muttered to himself as he jogged across the road.

He pushed the door open and was hit by the strong smell of coffee and something sweet, his mouth instantly watering. He walked to the counter as a large woman, her dark brown hair held back in a tight bun, came out through some swinging doors and smiled warmly at him.

"What can I getchya, sugar?" she asked as she dried her hands on her apron, her sneakers squeaking on the linoleum floor as she made her way over to him.

Sam smiled "Three black coffee's please and…what is that smell?"

She gave him a throaty laugh "That is the best damn peach pie this side of Reno. You want a slice?"

"Aaah…" he hesitated.

"Tell you what, have a slice on the house and if you don't believe me, the coffee's free" she smiled at him "Take a seat"

Sam looked out the window and saw Dean and Dee having what could only be an argument. He turned back and grinned at the waitress "You're on" he said as sat.

She put a plate in front of him "I'll get your coffee's" she said, smiling at Sam again as she went to the other side of the counter.

Sam picked up his fork and knew before he'd even tasted the pie that he'd be paying for their coffee's. The pie melted in his mouth, a delicious explosion of peach and something else he couldn't quite place; he smiled at the waitress when she returned with the coffee's and he added four slices of pie to the order, much to her amusement.

"You just passing through?" she asked, trying not to laugh as Sam shovelled the pie into his mouth.

Sam shrugged "Just…yeah, kinda" he looked out the window again, Dean and Dee were now steadfastly ignoring each other.

"Oh, honey. That man that died yesterday wasn't family was he?" she asked softly.

"Family of a friend" he said; he knew nothing was kept secret in a town as small as this, lying about it would only arouse suspicion.

"I'm sorry, sugar" she shook her head "Been too many deaths here for my liking these past few weeks and he seemed like a nice fella"

Sam's eyes shot up from his pie "You knew him…" he looked at her name-tag and tried not to smile "Daisy?"

She laughed again "Ain't much of a 'Daisy' am I?" she shook her head "The things people name their kids" she looked at him "The man…John, if'n I remember correctly, came in here a few times, liked the pie as well…but I could tell somethin' was botherin' him. He had a look about him…same kinda look you got., he knew what was goin' on here…"

Sam frowned "What was going on? What d'you mean?" he asked, trying to keep his voice light as he continued to eat the pie.

Daisy sighed "Ever since he arrived, things here have changed. But I'll tell you the same thing I tol' him, stay away from that fella. He's bad news" she said.

"Which fella…man, I mean" asked Sam with a small laugh.

"The new fella, moved here about a month ago…place ain't never been the same and …" she shook her head.

"What Daisy? Please, if you have anything that'll help my friend cope with this…please" said Sam, feeling like shit for using Riley's loss this way.

She sighed again and leaned in close "Now I got nothin' 'gainst foreigners but he's not right" she whispered "There's somethin' 'bout him that …that makes your soul go cold, know what I mean?"

Sam nodded, he knew exactly what she meant "Daisy, you wouldn't happen to know where the new guy lives would you?" he asked as he smiled his most disarming smile and asked for another piece of pie.

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Sam balanced the coffee and pie as he headed back to Dean and Dee; Jack hadn't been drawn here because of the golem, he'd come because of the 'new guy in town' and if Jack thought it was something important then it was something they needed to look into.

"Took your time, Sammy" said Dean as he grabbed one of the coffees.

"You're an asshole" said Sam "Dee" he handed her a coffee as he put the pie in the Impala, sipping his own coffee "Had an interesting chat with the waitress…"

Dean chuckled "I'm sure you did, bro" he grinned "You get her number?"

Sam ignored him "Seems Jack'd been here about three weeks before we arrived, looking into a new resident…someone who arrived not long before the killings started"

That piqued Dean's interest "So he wasn't here for the golem?"

Sam shook his head "I don't think so. From what Daisy said…" he ignored their laughter "he was only interested in this guy, asked about the deaths but she said he was more interested in this dude"

"You got a name for 'this guy', Sam?" asked Dee.

He smiled "Name and address"

"Well?" she asked.

"Oh, you're gonna love this…" he paused "Seems he was pretty particular about his name…made sure it was pronounced just so"

"Jesus, Sammy! Just tell us already!" said Dean with exasperation.

"Zagan Duemos" he nodded at the shocked expressions they now wore "That's right, this asshole used the names of those freakin' demons from Vermont" he turned to Dee "Did Riley tell Jack about what happened?"

Dee nodded "We met up with him a few months after we left that shithole. He'd heard rumours floating around …guessed we were involved somehow and wanted to make sure Riley was alright. That was the last time we saw him"

"So he knew the demons names" said Sam and Dee nodded "And he knew our names" she nodded again.

"So that asshole drew Jack here first then us" said Dean.

"I'm guessing" said Sam, he looked at Dee "And Jack was used to bring you and Riley here. Any ideas why?"

She was stopped from answering as the doors to the coroner's office opened and Riley walked out, her head down, one hand in her jeans, the other holding a plastic bag filled with Jack's belongings. She pulled her sunglasses down as walked slowly towards them.

"You sorted, babes?" asked Dee softly.

She nodded "I'll…come back for him later"

Dee handed her the coffee "It's surprisingly good"

"Thanks" she took a sip as an awkward silence fell over them and Riley finally sighed "Alright, before you two start, don't be going all Oprah on me, cause that's the last thing I need right now"

Dean and Sam nodded; Dean was especially relieved, he wasn't good at all that crap, that was more Sam's domain and he breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"We have a lead" said Sam quietly "Someone Jack was looking into"

"Here?" she asked and he nodded "Well what are we waiting for?" and she headed towards the Landy.

"Riley" said Dean, she stopped but didn't turn around "Ride with me, I …aah, need to talk to you about something" she didn't move "It's important"

Sam walked past Riley and got into the passenger seat of Dee's car "We'll meet you back at the motel" he slammed the door.

Dee grimaced "Don't slam the bloody door!" she marched over to the Landy and jumped into the drivers seat, gunning the engine and leaving Riley with no other choice but to ride with Dean. She hated to do it but if he had a message from Jack then she needed to hear it.

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Dean and Sam sat in the motel room as Dee watched Riley from the window; another coffee in her hand as she wondered what was going on in her friends head. "So Jack was watching you as well?" she said, her back still to the men.

"Must have been" said Dean

"And he didn't say anything about this other arsehole?" asked Dee.

"I told you all he said. It happened so damn fast and …all he wanted was to get a message to Riley"

Dee turned to him "What she say when you told her?"

"Nothing. She didn't say a goddamn word the whole trip back okay? I don't know how many…"

"Enough" said Sam "I don't know what the fuck is going on between you two but stop it. We've got enough shit to deal with without you two jumping down each others throats every damn chance you get"

The door opened and they turned as Riley walked in, she went straight to the kitchenette and poured a coffee as they watched her in silence. "You can actually talk while I'm in here you know. I'm not gonna break down and embarrass you. Besides, having Dean run screaming from the room in a chick-flick filled panic isn't going to help us" she said as she turned to face them.

"I don't scream" said Dean as he gave her a grin "Sammy's the girl remember?"

Riley raised as eyebrow as Sam punched his brother "So what're you saying, Winchester?"

"Aaah, probably something that's gonna get me hurt" he said, noticing she was now wearing the necklace Jack had left for her "So lets move on…quickly"

Riley went and sat on one of the beds "So where's this arsehole live?"

"Just outside of town. Secluded" said Sam; he turned the laptop round and she got off the bed and looked at the map.

"Oh, he's good" said Riley.

"Perfectly situated. Open ground all the way round. The closest we're gonna get without being spotted is a mile" said Dee.

"And he'll know we're here so any element of surprise is lost" said Dean.

"Oh no" said Sam as he shook his head "We're not running in and…"

"Not thinking about running in Sammy" said Dean. He looked at Dee "I'm guessing you still have your rifle with you"

"Never go anywhere without her" said Dee.

Dean grinned "Good. "Cause I got something that might just work" he looked at Riley "You up for some role playing?" he grinned again "And get your mind outta the gutter"

"It lives there" said Riley "Now what's your plan" and she took a seat at the table.

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He sat in the high backed chair, his legs crossed, his fingers drumming a tattoo on the arm rest as the woman paced in front of him; wringing her hands as her head whipped from side to side. He smiled, taking pleasure in her discomfort, the fear he was radiating from the woman. He ran a hand through his slicked back hair, his dark eyes boring into her as she finally stopped her pacing; falling to her knees as, her hands held out in supplication.

He laughed; the sound of it slicing through the woman, bringing with it an unbearable pain; a pain she didn't understand. She'd done as she'd been commanded; had listened and delivered first the man and now, she was sure, the others as well; so why this torture? He raised a finger to his lips and her screams turned to whimpers as the pain began to lessen. She wiped a hand across her nose, trying to stem the flow of blood that always accompanied the torment. He ordered her upstairs and she crawled backwards, her hands dragging along the floor, her head still bowed to her master as she scuttled out of the room, finally fleeing to the relative safety of her room.

The man rose slowly, a languid grace surrounding him as he glided to the window, pulling the dark velvet curtains aside and looking into the black night sky, the millions of stars twinkling like jewels scattered across the heavens. They would be here soon and then the fun would begin.

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Dean and Riley walked casually towards the large mansion that sat atop the hill; a light flickering in one of the downstairs windows. The air still held the warmth of day and the crickets chirped loudly as their boots crunched up the gravel driveway.

Riley heard Dee's voice in her ear, telling her she and Sam were in position and she gave a small nod indicating she'd heard her.

Dean looked over at her "You ready?"

She nodded "Dee and Sam are in position" she whispered.

"Spy-shit" he grinned at her "Awesome. Still don't know why I couldn't have an earpiece"

Riley shook her head "Maybe if you grew your hair…or let Sam come instead"

Dean shook his head "My plan and Sammy stays safe"

"Glad to see you're concerned for my safety as well" she said.

"You're…..what is it?" he asked.

"Taking the piss"

"Yeah, that" he laughed softly.

She nodded and took his hand as they walked up the stairs and onto the porch "Game time" she whispered, allowing an image of Jack to float into her mind, her eyes filling with tears as she saw his grinning face.

Dean looked at her, nodded subtly and raised a hand but before his knuckles could make contact with the large oak door it was opened and they stared into the dark brown eyes of the owner "Mr…Duemos?" queried Dean, his hand tightening on Riley's.

"Yes, come in" he smiled "I've been expecting you" he opened the door wide and stepped back, his arm outstretched as he granted them entry.

Riley heard Dee yelling at her not to enter, that this wasn't going to plan but she ignored the plea as she and Dean stepped over the threshold, the door closing behind them with a thud that had a sense of finality about it.

To be continued…