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

(A/N: The first paragraph of this story is taken from the King James Bible; so it ain't mine 'cause that'd make me like…heaps old!)

Holier Than Thou.

Chapter Five.

And on the sixth day, God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female, created he them. And God blessed them and said to them, be fruitful and multiply…

'Be fruitful and multiply'; she threw back her head and laughed; a crimson tide of locks flowing like molten lava down her back. Her spawn scrabbled at her feet, her blood oozing between her toes as his talons pierced her legs; his tongue snaking out to lick at the nourishment she provided.

Her time was drawing near; she had taken HIS word and 'gone forth and multiplied'; she laughed again, the malevolency of it slicing through the fetid air of her lair. HE had wanted her to lie beneath the first of men, but she had refused; she was the first of man's equal and she would not be subservient to him. Her refusal to acquiesce had meant banishment, her womb cursed til the end of time; but she had been found by the 'Serpent' and he had promised her power and dominion. She had listened to the alluring litany, a seductive solicitude that touched the darkness within her; each utterance of the 'Serpent' enticing the evil that lurked inside her.

She had accepted his pledge, believing his oaths to be truthful, but like the others; he too, had wanted her to be a slave to his manhood and her refusal to yield t him had resulted in another banishment.

Betrayed.

Betrayed by God, man and the 'Fallen One'…her vengeance would be absolute; a wrathful wave that would lay waste to all it touched. Her enemies strangled cries as they drowned in her retribution would be the psalm for the rise of a new deity. She would be the dawn of a new world; her scion, the enforcers.

She reached down, lifting her 'child', his virulent wail echoing round the chamber as he was denied his sustenance. 'Shhhh' she whispered, holding the beast to her breast, his many teeth sinking deep as he suckled, drinking in the malignancy that would course through his being, giving him a lust for blood that would echo an eternity.

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Life never really turns out the way you plan. No matter what your hopes, your dreams, your desires… 'the best laid plans of mice and men, often go awry'. The laugh that echoed through Sam's mind verged on madness; he was being tortured and his mind was quoting 18th century poetry. His laugh turned into a yell as he was dragged from the relative safety of the verse and shown a patchwork of prevarication. Image after image was forced into him and he was shown the lies told to him by his father and brother. He hadn't wanted this life, he'd been dragged into it; and when he'd fled, fled his father and his brother, 'the life' had followed him and killed the woman he loved, forcing him back, giving him no other choice but to be in league with his brother.

His brother; he laughed again, the one person he believed he could trust but who had lied to him as well. Had kept secrets, made a pledge to his father to kill him and then lied to him, saying he'd never do it. Ohhh, but he would…that's what Dean lived for; killing. And now he, Sam, was in the firing line.

He screamed in rage.

Betrayed. He'd been betrayed…

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'Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble' Dee laughed as that phrase reverberated through her mind…'was it a laugh or a cackle?', she thought to herself and laughed again. Cackle it is! The laugh was ripped from her by a yell as she felt a searing pain spear through her mind and what felt like a hand forcing her head down. She forced her eyes open but could see nothing but a whirlpool. She blinked rapidly then took a closer look into the 'cauldron', yes it was a cauldron; she frowned into the swirling broth within and watched as it cleared a little, she leaned closer as an image appeared…

She shook her head vigorously, denying the scene that was played out in front of her. No, she wouldn't do that! She reached out quickly, her hand splashing into the elixir, trying to destroy the image but it resurfaced, settling into place as it forced itself to be viewed.

Her protestations were dwindling, there was no denying what she was being shown; the truth, that's what this was. Riley and that yellow-eyed bastard…conspiring, plotting…scheming; Riley had orchestrated Pete's death; had been instrumental in the shattering of her life. She screamed in rage and anguish as she was shown Riley making another pact; a pact that would bring about her death.

Betrayed. She'd been betrayed…

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Riley felt the deep rumbling underneath her; a sound like thunder in her ears and the faint strains of a familiar guitar rift; she frowned; a sharp pain flaring across her forehead at the movement as she tried to figure out where she was.

She could see nothing but a velvety-curtain of darkness around her before she was suddenly borne upwards, rising through the 'curtain' and soaring over desolate plains. The wind was whipping around her, an icy cloak that enveloped her, piercing her flesh; its frigid needles numbing her as the polar toxin rushed through her veins; an arctic awakening that left nothing untouched.

She lifted her head as an inhuman shriek carried on the bitter winds; its howl bringing an even deeper chill to her already frozen form. She opened her mouth to scream as she streaked towards a blackness that defied explanation; the glacial gales tearing at her dark hair and blasting down her throat, drowning out her fervoured yell.

She hit the darkness, the gelatinous shadow blanketing her as it forced her through; driving her onwards, poking and probing at her, trying to find entry. She broke through the dark wall, her scream finally finding voice as she was freed. She was spiralled upwards, rocketing through the skies, the twinkling of the stars burning brightly in the night sky as she raced towards one that shone brighter than the others; she put up her hands to protect her face then screamed as she fell, tumbling end over end as she plummeted towards the earth.

She was swept up mere feet from the ground and sailed over desert plains; the winds that now wrapped themselves around her, seared into her; burning the breath from her lungs. She put her hands to her head as a nefarious keening filled her ears, getting louder and louder, ripping at her as she moved through a rocky outcropping; a yell tearing itself from her as she saw a …a…'demon child' suckling at the breast of a flame-haired woman, the woman's head thrown back in ecstasy as it fed.

She was rushed through the lair, moving out the other side and into another illusion, this one of her Uncle, on his knees as the same red-haired woman tried to kill him; her rancid roars of frustration and fear filling the room when she realised she couldn't; her contemptible curses following her as she fled.

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Dean drove like a man possessed, his fingers tapping distractedly to Hendrix's 'All Along the Watchtower'. He'd managed to wake Riley long enough to get co-ordinates from her but not much else. He'd patched up the puncture wounds to the back of her neck and stitched the gash to her forehead before loading the Impala with weapons for his assault on the farmhouse Riley had told him was where 'Deumos' was holding Sam and Dee.

He glanced over at Riley as she shivered, small groans escaping her as she started to shake her head. He reached over, shaking her shoulder "Riley…Riley…" he shook her a little harder, raising his voice as sweat started to appear on her brow "Riley!"

She sat up suddenly, her eyes snapping open as she took in deep, shuddering breaths "Pull over…" Dean hesitated "Pull over!" she yelled, her face draining of colour.

He slammed on the brakes, the Impala fishtailing to the side of the road; Riley had the door open before the car had come to a complete stop, jumping out and dropping to her knees as she emptied her stomach.

Dean grabbed a bottle of water from one of the bags on the back seat and sighed, he didn't have time for this. He opened the door, the familiar creak bringing a small smile to his face as he went to her "Here…" he passed her the bottle and she rinsed her mouth out and spat in the sand, sitting back on her heels as she shuddered "Thanks"

He crouched next to her "We need to get moving"

She nodded and got unsteadily to her feet, Dean putting a hand under her arm as she staggered a little "I'm alright"

"Yeah, sure you are" he helped her to the car and she slumped in the seat as he slammed the door. He raced round to the drivers seat, jumped in, gunned the engine and screeched back onto the blacktop. "You're lucky my upholstery wasn't ruined"

She reached into the back for the aspirin "Man, I've a headache to end all headaches" she turned the rearview to her as she popped the aspirin and looked at the cut to her forehead "Arsehole"

"You're welcome" said Dean angrily.

Riley glanced at him "Not you, Dean. The prick that did this" she ran her fingers along the cut "I swear to Christ, the next demon that tries to put some kind of mark on me, I'm gonna bend him in half and stick his head up his own arse" she turned the rearview back towards him "I must have some sort of sign that says 'Please carve into me…it turns me on"

Dean slammed his foot down on the brakes, the Impala fishtailing to a stop again; Riley putting her hands on the dash to stop herself flying through the windscreen.

"Fuck me, Dean!"

Dean turned in his seat, his eyes burning into her "Did he tell you where they were?"

Riley nodded "That yellow-eyed freak"

Dean laughed "And you believed him?" he shook his head at her "How freakin' gullible are you?"

"Don't you start with me, Winchester! I just spent the better part of an hour pinned to a goddamn wall while that bastard played with me! All the while giving a blow-by-blow description of what he did to Jack! So you can shove your self-righteous bullshit up your arse!"

"He's a goddamn demon, Riley! He's been playing with me and Sammy all our freakin' lives!"

"He's a demon? Really? I had no fucking idea!" she turned in her seat "He said he was helping us because he needed the four of us back together. I don't know why but I got the feeling that this wasn't in his plans and he's only telling us where they are because he needs us for something else" she laughed "Believe me, he's not doing out of the goodness of his heart"

Dean muttered under his breath.

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that" she said as he punched the steering wheel "Dean, do you have any idea where they are? Because if you do, I'll take your word over his any day" he shook his head slowly "Then what have we got to lose?"

"Aaah, let me see…" he stared at her "TRAP, Riley!" he shook his head.

"Get out of my car" she said.

"What?"

"I said…Get. Out. Of. My. Car."

Dean laughed "That must have been a hell of a knock to the head, Riley. This is my car"

"Nope. You gave me the Impala, I'm just letting you drive her…well not any more. Get out" she said in all seriousness.

"You're crazy!"

"Dean, did you or did you not give me the car"

"I had a fever! I was delirious!"

"Get out" she started to push Dean against the car door.

"Hey!" he pushed her back, trying not to laugh "Don't make me slap you"

"Don't make me give you a wet-willy" she said and he grinned. Riley rolled her eyes "Your ear genius"

Dean laughed "Tease"

"Get out" she said again, trying to push him out of the drivers seat.

"For Christ's sake, Riley!"

"Then drive already! The sooner we get there the better…and if they're not where that freak said they were, I'll let you keep the car"

Dean shook his head as he planted his foot on the accelerator "Do you have any idea how much of a pain in the ass you are?"

"Yeah, Dee tells me all the time" she said, a small smile playing around her lips.

He shook his head "I can't believe we're actually listening to that bastard" muttered Dean "Dad'd kick my ass"

"John would want you to save Sam, go with that" she said, sipping the water as the Impala roared down the blacktop.

"Listening to a demon...and not just any demon either" he shook his head again "That yellow-eyed freak"

"You think I'm happy about this? That bastard killed Jack, the last thing I want to do is take anything from him but ...shit, Dean, he wants us for something bigger than this and that just messes with my head"

"He say anything else to you?" he asked.

"You mean in between bouts of unrelenting pain?"

Dean grinned "Yeah, in between that"

Riley laughed "He don't half like you does he?"

"We have a hate/hate relationship. Works well for both of us"

Riley sighed and rubbed at her temples "Subject change. I just had the freakiest dream…"

"Hold onto that thought" said Dean as he pulled the Impala to the side of the road "We go on foot from here"

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Dean and Riley moved quickly and quietly through the grassy tundra; they had loaded up on weapons, Dean with his sword across his back, Riley with her uncle's sword as she carried Dee's rifle. Dean turned back to her "Come on Riley!" he whispered urgently.

She tossed him the rifle, she couldn't keep up, her muscles were screaming in pain and they needed to get to the farmhouse fast "Go! I'll catch up"

He slung the rifle over his back, turned and ran towards the direction of the farmhouse, weaving round trees and hurdling low fences, his heart racing along with him as his mind went through the plan to save his brother. He saw the lights of the farmhouse in the distance and increased his pace; he vaulted over an outlying fence and threw himself down behind a cluster of large tussock. He removed the rifle and trained it on the farmhouse, going from window to window looking for any sign of Sam.

He moved the scope down to the bottom floor of the farmhouse and saw a shadow glide across the window; he kept his eye on it and when the figure flitted past again, his jaw set…Deumos. Sam and Dee were here. That yellow-eyed bastard had been telling the truth. He raised his head sharply as the sound of his brothers screams carried to him; he had to get to Sam and he couldn't wait for Riley,

He dropped the rifle, pulling a pistol from the small of his back as he ran to the back of the farmhouse, crouching low and keeping to the shadows, wanting the element of surprise. He raced forward as he heard Dee's screams join Sam's; sidling up to the house and moving quickly towards the rear door. He crept up the back steps, his fury rising with each scream that came from the house; he glanced quickly through a window, one man sitting in a chair with his back to Dean, he took a deep breath, now or never.

He turned and kicked the door in, the man turning in his chair, his eyes flashing red as he rose. He only made it partially out of the chair; Dean shot him between the eyes, drawing his sword with his other hand and decapitating the demon in one fluid strike.

He ran down the hallway, the screams were coming from upstairs and he hacked at a shadow that came out of a doorway on his left; the inhuman scream of rage and pain stopping suddenly as Dean swung his sword up, slicing through the demons chest and out the opposite shoulder, the hollow thud of the head hitting the wooden floor following him as he raced up the stairs.

The screams were deafening up here and he ran to the far door, kicking it open; a yell bursting from him as he saw Dee splayed against a wall, her wrists and ankles bleeding from the ties that had dug into her, her screams piercing into him.

He turned as he heard a chuckle coming from his right; Sammy was bound as Dee was, only Deumos had a large hunting knife held to his brother's throat. "GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU SONOFABITCH!" roared Dean.

Deumos laughed again "Aaah, NO!" he edged he knife against Sam's throat "Put your sword and your gun down and maybe I'll let him live"

"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!"

Deumos inched the knife in a little more "I'm sorry…who has the power here?" he turned to Sam "WILL YOU SHUT UP!"

Sam's screams were replaced by low groans, Deumos holding Sam's head up by the hair, keeping the knife at his throat.

"YOU TOO, BITCH!" Deumos yelled at Dee; and she too fell silent, her head slumping onto her chest. The demon turned back to Dean "Where's your girlfriend?'

"She was attacked by one of your fucked-up kind so she ain't feeling all that well. Had to leave her behind" said Dean, wondering just where the hell Riley was.

Deumos laughed "My kind?" he shook his head "You have no idea what kind I am!"

"Don't care, your head comes off the same way as everyone else's" said Dean as he edged towards Sam "Step away from my brother and I won't torture you before I kill you"

Deumos laughed again, raised a hand and Dean was thrown back against the far wall "Want to try that killing thing now?" he asked, dropping Sam's head and walking towards Dean, twirling the hunting knife in his hand "Oh am I going to…" he stopped, the sound of shattering glass masking the thud as the demon fell to his knees; the rifle shot had taken him through the temple.

Dean was freed from the invisible binds and he ran to Deumos, grabbing him by the hair and lifting the demons eyes to his "You touch my brother asshole?" he raised his sword and grinned nastily "Time to meet the reaper"

Deumos laughed again "The woman will be the death of…" and Dean swung the sword down, cutting the demon off mid-sentence.

He dropped the head, re-sheathing his sword as he ran to his brother; he took his dagger from his boot "Sammy, Sammy" he cut the ties at his brothers ankles then his wrists, Sam falling over his shoulder.

He lowered Sam gently to the floor as Riley ran into the room, jumping over the remains of the demon and heading straight to Dee, cutting her free and stumbling as Dee fell limply against her.

"Dee…Dee…" she checked for a pulse, strong and steady. She patted her cheek gently "Come on, Dee…" she looked over at Dean "Sam?"

"Same" he gave her a small smile "Nice shot"

She grinned "Learned from the best" she turned back to Dee "Come on, babes. I can't carry you out, you gotta help me" she smiled as Dee's eyes snapped open "Easy now…I got…"

"BITCH!" she reached up quickly, her hands wrapping in a vice-like grip around Riley's throat "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

Dean ran over "DEE!" he grabbed at her hands, pulling the fingers back as Riley wrenched her head from Dee's grasp "JESUS CHRIST, DEE! WHAT…" he was tackled from behind and slammed against the floor, a heavy weight pushed against him.

"I'll kill you before you kill me, Dean" Sam hissed into his ear; he flipped his brother over and Dean saw the hatred in Sam's eyes "You betrayed me!"

"Sammy, take it easy. I never betrayed you!"

"BULLSHIT!" Sam roared as he punched at Dean.

Dean tried to push his brother away from him but Sam held tight; Sammy wasn't possessed but something had twisted his mind…he glanced over as he heard Dee roar and saw her launch herself at Riley.

Sam laughed "Battle's just begun, brother…"

To be continued…