(Disclaimer: Don't own anything Supernatural related; the following story and characters of Riley and Dee are all mine)

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Holier Than Thou.

Chapter Two.

Her blood-red locks fell loosely around porcelain shoulders; her eyes, the colour of emeralds, pierced the darkness as she prowled the desert landscape. She licked at ruby lips as an exotic perfume of lust and desire carried on the winds, wrapping itself around her in a soft caress, beckoning her. She smiled; a smile that was touched with more than desire; a wrathful want that had been evolving since the beginning of time. She, from the dawn of man.

She glided over the sands, no footprints left to mark her passage as she answered the call; her journey, another seduction in a countless carnal corruption that had spanned aeons and spawned the accursed; her scion, a scourge that left nothing and no-one untouched.

Her progeny was growing, their number burgeoning as she bewitched the powerful; seeking only those that would enrich her line; and now, another would be conceived. She floated into the room; her luminous robes flowing behind her like gossamer wings as she drifted towards the man, his depraved-filled dreams awakening an animalistic appetite, a primal lust borne from her dark desire for dominion. She would build her legion and take back what was rightfully hers; ensuring the promise made to her by the 'Serpent' was fulfilled. She would not be denied her rule and man would suffer as her kind would.

She sat astride the one that would sire the next of her spawn, whispering venomous vows that would bring forth the sin-filled seed for which she hungered; and as she milked the malignancy from the vassal, she shrieked in exaltation as another hellion filled her impure womb.

She dropped her head, her verdant eyes staring malevolently into ones filled with manic fear and he opened his mouth to scream at the nightmarish vision but she covered his lips with her own, drawing on his breath, pulling his scream into her, drinking it in; feeding on his essence. She devoured his spirit, his soul nourishing the child within.

As the last of the life left the man, she lifted her head, throwing it back and howling triumphantly; soon another of her spawn would walk the earth, bringing with it a vengeful wrath that would wreak havoc on all those that defied her.

She rose from the lifeless form, gliding silently out of the room, sweeping over the arid plains and towards her lair; her crimson hair flying out behind her, a blazing inferno that whipped about her face. Her plans were coming to fruition, her progeny were now safe…well, safer…the man that had hunted them was now dead. She laughed malevolently, the sound like thunder on the warm desert winds; a sound that carried to one of her spawn, the one charged with retrieving the charm that would ensure her victory over her enemies; the one thing her kind knew nothing about.

She smiled, all she needed now was the talisman, the one the hunter had been wearing.

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Dee cursed again and again as she watched Riley and Dean step into the house; losing sight of them as the door to the mansion was closed behind the two. She turned to Sam "I am gonna kick them so hard up the arse, my boot will be lodged in their throats!" she hissed "You just watch me go all 'lone-gunman-on-the-clocktower' on their arses" she muttered.

Sam was still watching through the scope "I can't believe they …" he shook his head "who am I kidding? Of course they went into the fucking house" he turned to Dee "You can still hear them right?"

She nodded and trained her rifle on the house, before moving it to the surrounding landscape "Going through some pleasantries…shit…he knows Dean's alias" she frowned. "Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it…" she sighed "you said it" she shook her head "As bright as twenty watt lightbulbs they are" she muttered under her breath.

"What the fuck's going on?" asked Sam.

"Playing games. That's what your brothers doing" she frowned and tapped at the earpiece as static flared through it. "Shit" she tapped the earpiece again.

Sam groaned "Don't tell me you've lost contact with them"

"Alright, I won't tell you" said Dee, her eye going back to the scope and scanning the house again.

"This is a freakin' nightmare" muttered Sam.

Dee nodded "Riley...Riley…shit! Riley! Get your numpty butt out of there!" she tapped the earpiece again "Fuck! Alright, we're going…" she stopped as she felt the cold, hard steel of a barrel press against the base of her skull "Sam?"

"Like to help you Dee, but someone else has my undivided attention" said Sam as he felt a pistol pushed into back of his neck.

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Dean and Riley waited in the dimly lit foyer of the old house, goose-bumps rising on their arms as the chilled air of the dusky home wrapped around them. They waited, watching as the 'man' walked slowly around them and headed towards a doorway off to their right, gesturing for them to follow. Riley glanced at Dean, he gave a small frown and shrug of his shoulders and they walked cautiously into a large double-room that was garishly decorated. High-backed armchairs dominated the room, the intricate carvings on the feet instantly caught Dean's attention, it wasn't often you saw chair legs carved into a cloven-foot shape. He took in his surroundings quickly, noting escape routes as he led Riley to an over-stuffed couch, skirting a blackened topped coffee table whose legs matched those of the armchairs.

They sat, Dean putting himself between 'Deumos' and Riley and looking purposefully round the room, his eyes coming to rest on a painting of a what looked like a religious icon gone bad; the flame-haired woman was supposed to look angelic but there was an aura of evil that surrounded her. He turned, smiling at 'Deumos' as he pointed to the painting "Ancestor?" he asked.

The man chuckled, crossing his legs as he reclined in the armchair, an air of arrogance emanating from him "Of sorts"

Dean gave him a small smile "You said you were expecting us…"

He nodded "Small town" he smiled lazily "There are no secrets here. Now how can I help you, Mr Bonham?"

Dean laughed softly "There really are no secrets here are there Mr Deumos" he sat forward on the couch, his hands clasped together "We were hoping you could clear something up for us"

The man arched an eyebrow "Aaah, hope…it's a wonderful thing" he smiled "Please, continue"

Dean nodded "My girlfriend's uncle…died a couple of days ago and we're just trying to tie up some loose ends ..." he smiled again "your name came up in conversation..." and he watched carefully for the man's reaction.

"Did it?" said Deumos as he looked past Dean to Riley "I'm sorry for your…loss"

Riley nodded, ignoring the stream of abuse that filtered through her earpiece "We were told you met with him. May I ask why?"

"Tying up loose ends you said?" he asked, his eyes shining brightly as he evaded the question.

Dean nodded as he put an arm around Riley's shoulders "We're just looking for some closure" he said, his mind groaning as he used a phrase he swore he never would. Closure. What a load of bullshit.

"Well I don't know how I can clear anything up for you. I met Mr Daltry once, he came here to enquire as to the origins of this home" he smiled "I directed him to the local library and that was the last I saw of him"

"Did he say why he was looking into the house?" asked Riley, pushing her hair behind her ear and surreptitiously tapping her earpiece as static flared in it.

He clucked his tongue "Where are my manners?" he reached over to a side-table and picked up a small bell, ringing it once. He turned to Riley "That's an interesting necklace you're wearing. May I ask where you got it?"

Riley put her fingers to it, noting how he'd evaded another question "It was a gift. Not sure where it came from" she brushed at her hair again, the static had lessened but she couldn't hear Dee at all and if she couldn't hear Dee, Dee couldn't hear her; they were flying solo again.

They looked up as a large woman bustled into the room; her hair pulled back in a tight bun as sausage-like fingers carried a delicate silver tray filled with what smelled like coffee and pie. She avoided eye contact with everyone in the room, her eyes remaining downcast as she placed the tray on the coffee table. She stood and glanced quickly at 'Deumos', Dean and Riley noticing the small flicker of fear that touched her eyes as they met the mans.

"Thank you, Daisy. That will be all" he waved a dismissive hand at her.

"Yes, sir" she all but curtseyed as she scrurried from the room.

Dean watched the woman flee; 'Daisy', what were the chances there were two women in this small shitty town that had that name. Pretty fucking slim, he thought. No, she was the woman from the diner, Sam hadn't charmed the information out of her, they'd been set up and if they'd been set up, then Sam and Dee were outside and vulnerable, he needed to speak with Riley in private.

"Please, help yourself. Daisy makes incredible pie" he looked at Riley again, his eyes dropping to the necklace "Your necklace... I'm sure I've seen it before. Would you mind if I took a closer look at it? I'm quite the jewellery connoisseur…and that one looks rather valuable"

"Sorry" said Riley "I never take it off" and she brushed at her hair again. The static had cleared from the earpiece but there was no Dee on the other end...fuck!. She looked at the table and frowned slightly when she noticed there were five cups on the tray "Mr Deumos, if you're expecting company, we'll be on our way…"

"Oh no. Please stay" he smiled "I'm sure my guests will be able to help you deal with your…suffering" he looked at his watch "They should be along shortly"

Riley's internal radar was 'beeping' so goddamn loud, it was like a sonic boom in her head; she needed to speak with Dean now. She pushed her knee subtly against his "Babe, I…" she put her head in her hands, her shoulders hitching.

"Hey, shhh…" said Dean as he pulled her against him. He turned to 'Deumos' "I'm sorry. It's all still very fresh"

"I understand" he smiled at Dean "And to die in such a grisly manner…"

Riley let out a loud sob "Hey, babe…shhh…" he stood, pulling Riley up with him "Is there a bathroom we can use?" Deumos hesitated "She just needs to calm herself, wash her face…and if you're expecting guests…"

Deumos gave a short smile, he had to keep playing the game "Of course. Down the hallway, second door on the right"

"Thanks. Oh, and I take my coffee black" said Dean with a grin as he guided Riley round the coffee table and out of the room, trying not to laugh out loud at the dark look that clouded 'Deumos' face.

They walked down the hallway, Dean opening the door and locking it behind them as Riley turned on the taps in the sink. He went and stood close to her "We've been set up. That Daisy is the one from the diner, the one that gave Sammy the info on this prick" he whispered.

Riley shook her head "Well it gets better" she whispered "I've lost contact with Dee"

"You can't hear her? At all?"

Riley shook her head "The last thing I heard was her screaming blue murder at us for coming into the house then static for a couple of minutes, now nothing but silence"

"We have to get out of here" said Dean going to the window.

"No shit" said Riley.

"Fuck" said Dean "It's stuck" he took his dagger from his boot and slipped it between the frames, sliding it back and forth as he tried to break the seal.

There was a knock at the door "Is everything alright?"

Riley let out some loud sobs as Dean turned his face to the door "Just give us a couple of minutes, Mr Deumos. We won't be long" said Dean loudly as he worked on the window "Got it" he whispered to Riley "Cry some more" he said softly and Riley rolled her eyes, crying loudly as Dean shifted the window up "Calm down, baby, it's gonna be alright" he said loudly as he inched the window up

"Are you sure everything's alright?" asked Deumos again.

Dean nodded to Riley and she went to the door "Just…" she sniffed loudly "I'm sorry, Mr Deumos…we'll be out in a minute…I apologise" she turned and saw Dean slip out the window "I…just need to…" she sniffed "use the loo and wash my face. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of your guests. Is that alright?"

"Of course" she heard him say, but she could hear the impatience in his voice "My guests have arrived, so if you could…"

"We'll be out in a bit. I'm really sorry…it's just…he was my Uncle you know?" she sniffed again.

"I understand" she could hear him breathing heavily on the other side of the door "I'd just rather you didn't keep us waiting too long"

"We won't be long, I promise" she said, giving the door the finger. She turned and saw Dean gesticulating wildly at her. 'Okay, okay' she mouthed, as she walked to the toilet, counting off thirty seconds before flushing. She ducked over to the window, slipped through quickly and followed a sprinting Dean into the woodland.

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Dean and Riley ran as fast as they could through the scrub, circling the house as they raced towards the spot Sam and Dee had taken up position. Dean's heart was beating furiously as he silently cursed himself for leaving his brother and for not seeing this for what it was. If anything had happened to Sam….he pushed that thought from his mind as he raced up the embankment; winding through the trees and calling out Sam's name as he ran forward. He pushed through the undergrowth, hearing Riley swearing beside him as they reached the empty site.

"FUUUUCK!" yelled Dean.

Riley crouched, inspecting the ground, looking for anything that'd tell them what the hell had happened "It looks like there was only two of them" she said as she looked at the footprints in the dirt, she followed them and heard Dean swear again.

She looked up as he ran over with Dee's rifle "That prick set us up"

Riley nodded, taking her pistol from the small of her back and passing it to Dean. She took the rifle from him "Lets go"

They ran back down the embankment "No sneaking up on the bastard, we go in and blow the shit outta the fucker"

Riley nodded, removing the silencer from the end of the rifle and putting it in her pocket as they rounded the bend in the driveway. The charged forward, Dean pulling ahead of Riley as he raced up the stairs, shooting the lock in the door before kicking it open. He ran in, Riley at his back, both of them stopping dead in their tracks; the house was empty. Completely empty; no furnishings of any kind; if they hadn't been in the house less than fifteen minutes ago, they'd have thought the place was abandoned.

They walked slowly into the double-room where they'd sat with Deumos…nothing. Everything had been cleared out and there was a thick film of dust covering the floor.

"What the fuck is going on?" asked Riley, her voice echoing round the empty room.

Dean shook his head "This can't be happening…we were here fifteen minutes ago!" he looked around "Sam! Sammy!" he yelled. He didn't expect an answer to his calls but he still cursed loudly at the silence that followed "Where the hell could they be?" he shook his head "They didn't come back here…"

"Where else Dean? And we have to start somewhere, I mean it's more than co-incidence this place is empty…" she walked round the room, searching for anything that'd give them a clue as to where Dee and Sam had been taken. She saw something in the far corner and walked quickly over to it, crouching and picking it up "Shit"

Dean jogged over "What is it?"

Riley held it up "Dee's ring. She never takes it off" she slipped it onto her finger "She left it for us to find. They were here, no doubt about it"

"So where the fuck are they now?" asked Dean

Riley stood, putting her fingers subconsciously to her necklace, rubbing it as she shook her head in frustration.

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Sam came round slowly, groaning at the pounding in his head; he raised it, opening his eyes slowly and looked into Dee's. She was sitting in a wooden chair, bound like he was "You alright?" he asked.

"Been better" she gave him a short smile "You?"

"Mother of a headache" he said. He looked around; they were in a bare room, no other furniture bar the chairs they were bound to; he looked out the sole window but could see nothing but filtered moonlight through the leafy branches that scratched against the glass . Soooo, they were in an upstairs room and if the smell was anything to go by, no one had lived in the place for a very long time. He looked back at Dee "You have any idea where we are?"

She shook her head "None. But I'm guessing we've only been out about a half hour"

"How the fuck did that prick know where we were?" he asked as he tested the binds at his wrists and ankles.

"This was a set-up Sam, you know that. And don't bother with the ties, they only dig in the more you struggle"

"At least Dean and Riley got away" he whispered "You think they'll know it was Deumos?"

Dee smiled "They will. How they find us is a whole 'nother story"

They turned their heads as a key turned in the lock; the door opened and 'Deumos' entered, smiling nastily at them "Well, you're awake" he shut the door behind him, leaning back against it and running a hand through his slick-backed hair.

"Something we can help you with numbnut?" asked Dee. Deumos moved quickly, slapping Dee hard across the mouth, splitting her lip.

"LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE!" yelled Sam.

Deumos turned and punched Sam in the jaw, rocking his head sideways "Better?"

Sam turned back to Deumos and grinned "Much" he looked past the demon to Dee "I think he has anger issues"

Dee laughed softly "I've a feeling this didn't go according to plan. Right Deumos?"

He turned and laughed at her "Aaah, but the ability to adapt my girl…that's where I excel" he turned to Sam "And you and your brother will do nicely for my Mistress...well, once we get him and the bitch here that is" he took Sam and Dee's phones from his pocket and looked between them "Now who will make the call?" his eyes pulsed a bright red.

"I ain't ringing anyone" said Sam, he looked at Dee "You?"

"Don't have anyone to call" she said, grinning at Sam as she saw him nod.

Sam threw himself, chair and all at the demon, knocking him on his ass, the phones falling from his hand; Dee turned the chair she was bound to and threw herself down, the back of it landing with a crash on top of the phones, smashing them.

"Bugger" said Dee with a laugh.

Sam laughed along with her "Dee, look what you've done!"

"I'm a clumsy bitch" she said, grinning at Sam as he grinned back.

The grins fell quickly from their faces as the demon roared, his yell reverberating round the room and spearing into them. It was like nothing they'd heard before and they yelled as a chorus of thousands howled and wailed in tormented anguish; the cries of the damned ripping into them and tearing viciously at their minds.

"That is just the beginning!" yelled the demon, he crouched between the two, grabbing them by the hair and lifting their faces to his "Suffer the little children!" and they screamed as the shrieks of the accursed let loose a frenzied, vocal attack on their psyches.

To be continued…