AN: No i didn't forget about this fic... no really. I've just been struggling with this chapter, that and i lost the memory stick it was on. It's been over a year, my bad. Hope you enjoy, I'll try and update soon.

Dean

Sienna sat down with her feet propped up against the table next to me. She looked tired, but better than she had when she left. She leant her head against me and smiled before speaking.

"Apparently my greatnan and Crowley lived in the same town." she said, her voice returning slowly to normal.

"Really?" Sam said as I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"Her great grandmother owned the fabric shop, and seeing as I was a tailor we worked together on occasion." Crowley supplied.

"And you totally never flirted with her...at all Fergus."

Crowley paused and I felt my eyes widen.

"You flirted with her great grandmother?"

"I didn't know, I was only human then, how was I supposed to know that she would be related to one of the greatest witches of our time?"

We all kind of fell quiet after that. Crowley left and Cas went to turn the warding back on.

"Are either of you hungry?" I asked as Kayla stretched on the table.

"Food would be nice." she said. "Though I think S is out for the count."

I looked down at her and gently shook her shoulder. She stirred slightly and blinked slowly before stretching.

"Do you want anything to eat?"

"Nah, I'll go to sleep." she said as she stood up and left. I glanced over at Kayla who shrugged.

"So, food." she said as I shook my head and stood up.

"Yeah, food." I said as I started after her. When we got into the kitchen I opened my mouth to speak.

"What? I can see the cogs turning, what are you gonna say?"

"What? Shut up. Is it just me or has she lost weight?"

"Well, she was dead."

"Yeah, there's that. But she, she just doesn't look healthy." I continued. I didn't know how to explain it properly. Its like when a car has something wrong with it, but you can only tell when its on. Like the noise was different, something clunking around where it shouldn't be.

"Well, she hasn't been taking her medication, or at least she didn't last night." Kayla replied. "But I think it's probably all out of date now." she said as she turned to the cupboards. I stepped forwards.

"Oh no, you are not cooking, you cant to save your life. And it's my kitchen." I said before getting out the things I needed to make a small meal. I cooked up a couple of omelettes with some ham and cheese in before serving them to Kayla.

"You really like cooking, don't you?"

"Guilty." I replied with a smile. I made two more and left them on a plate for Sienna when she woke up then left the kitchen.

I sat down next to Cas and put my feet on the table.

"Something's off with her." Sam said.

"I thought I was going mad." I replied.

"She has just come from hell within 2 days." Cas supplied.

"Yeah, neither of us were exactly well put together when we got back." Sam said.

"That's true. But I don't think we were like that when we got back."

"No you weren't."

"She seems resigned. Like she's given up." I continued.

"Well, I hardly think the demons will give up trying to kill her. She cant go home now, it'll only bring the demons to them." Sam replied. I hadn't thought about that. Her family was so important to her, the fact that the demons wouldn't stop following her would kill her.

"I- I hadn't realised that." I replied. "We can look after them for her though right?"

"Yeah. We can definitely keep in contact with them." Sam said with a nod. "I've been talking to her mum, trying to keep in touch. Turns out her brother is starting to show signs of magic."

"We can't tell her that, she'll want to go to teach him." Cas said. He was right.

We were quiet for a while whilst Sam searched for a case. I got up and walked around the bunker, ending up at the kitchen, the omelettes I had made her uneaten. I walked down the corridor to her room and knocked on the door.

"Just a second." her voice sounded watery, like she was crying. She opened the door and I looked her up and down, noticing the bloodied ends of her sleeves.

"S." I said as I stepped inside and took a hold of her hand, pulling down the sleeve. She hissed and glared at me. "Why?"

"Why the fuck do you think? I was in hell, I know I cant go back to my family, I am trapped thousands of miles away from them for their own safety. Oh and the demons that chased me out of hell are never gonna let me leave their sights."

"You- make a good point." I said as I closed the door and leant against it.

"Damn right I do."

"But, what about Kayla?"

"I'm not suicidal Dean. I'm just empty. I haven't felt anything since Hell. Sure I need to eat and sleep but I don't feel like it."

"So that explains the omelettes."

"You made omelettes?"

"I did."

"I'll eat them later." she said before sitting down on her bed.

"Kayla told me you hadn't taken your medication."

"1 I have all bar run out of it anyway, 2 what I have left is all out of date." she said. "I should really get some more."

"I'll try and get you some. Sam's looking for a case, by the way."

"That might help. Get me back in the swing of things." she replied with a weak smile. "I've been out for a long time."

"10 months. Damn near drove Kayla mad. Never realised how much weight you lifted for us." I said with a smile.

"I damn near carried you lot." she replied with a smile, though the red eyes ruined any attempt to prove that she was fine.

"You did." I said as I sat next to her. She leant her head against my shoulder and I hugged her gently.

"I'm so tired."

"The nightmares don't get any better."

"I guessed that one, but at least I won't be projecting onto all of you." she replied as she reached for the necklace on around her neck which she had made.

"Hey, you need to get re-tattooed."

She raised her hand unconsciously to her chest and felt the scar tissue there.

"I do don't I? Lets go now, whilst it's all quiet, before Sam finds a case."

"Good idea." I said as I stood up.

We walked out of her room and she stopped before shaking her head.

"I might not be able to get it done on the same place, the scars aren't healed yet, and there is a lot of nerve damage there."

"Where would you like it tattooed then?" I asked, she had a point she couldn't have it exactly where it had been last time.

"The scars on my back are healed, have been healed for nearly 4 years. I can get it done there."

"It'll hurt." I said.

"So did getting the scars." she replied deadpan as she closed her door. We walked past the library, Sam looked up at us from his laptop.

"Where are you going?"

"To get S re tattooed. It got ripped off." I replied as she grabbed her coat from the seat she had slung it over.

It was a short drive, there was a tattoo shop nearby that had often worked with hunters and did tattoos on hunters for free.

He met us at the door, glanced Sienna up and down, nodded to me, and gestured for somewhere for Sienna to put her coat.

"What can I do for you?" he asked as he sat down and gestured at the seat opposite him for Sienna to sit.

"Anti possession tattoo please."

"Don't you have one already?" he asked.

S shook her head and gestured to the dark red scar just above her heart.

"It got pulled off."

"Jesus. Right, where do you want it?" he asked as he pulled up an image of the mark on his computer.

"My back, base of my neck if possible." Sienna said as she pulled her hoodie off and threw it onto the chair with her jacket. The man stared at the mass of scars on her back before closing his mouth.

"How old are these?" he asked as he started to stencil the design on a piece of paper.

"4 years."

"So there as healed as they're gonna get. Alright." he said before placing the tracing on her skin. "That look about right?" he asked, holding a mirror up for her to see. She looked at the mirror and nodded.

"Looks good."

"Looks alright." I said with a nod, he looked up at me and smiled.

"Alright, this'll hurt, but I guess you already know that." he said as he pulled on some gloves. He grabbed his needle and started as I offered her my hand to grab, she looked at it for a second before taking it as he pushed the needle in, going through the thick scarred skin. She grabbed my hand tight and I pulled up a chair.

It didn't take long for the tattoo to be finished, S managed to stay still for the most of it, squeezing my hand so hard I thought she might have broken something.

"All done." he said before wiping the blood and ink away, covering it with clingfilm. She sat up slowly and pulled on her hoodie, groaning as she did so. I walked over to the chair she had thrown her coat over and grabbed it, handing it to her. She smiled before pulling it on. I saw her hands clench form the pain before she let out a small growl.

"Furasta." she said quietly. I could hear the magic in the words, it was different from when Kayla did it. Kayla was strong with spell casting, don't get me wrong, but Sienna's spells had a raw power in them. I didn't want to know what she was capable of. Something about the word calmed me though.

"What did you just do?" I asked as I walked over. She looked up at me as I realised my shoulders had relaxed and I wasn't worried about the demons on our tail.

"Furasta, its gaelic, it means ease. My mum taught me it to ease the pain. But it also works on worries, I didn't mean for it to work on you." she said as the man put away his things and left.

"Huh. Take it it eased your pain though?"

"Yeah, always does. Just don't like doing it that much." she said before starting towards the door. The bell tolled above the door as she left.

"Thanks Kev."

"No problem Dean, hope this one doesnt get ripped off." he replied with a smile. I nodded before following Sienna out. It was turning dark, a part of me was worried for S, it was never safe for women as pretty as her to be out this late. But the more reasonable part of me knew that she could handle herself.

"You alright there Dean?" she asked as she turned to look at me. I blinked before nodding.

"Just worried bout you."

"Join the line Dickhead." she said. I smiled, I hadn't heard her call me that in a long time, it was comforting. To think I'd gone ten months without hearing it was weird. To think we'd somehow managed without her whilst having to deal with Kayla for ten months amazed me. I mean, we had survived our whole lives without trouble, but having to look after Kayla as well was hard.

"Dean. Dean, you good?" I blinked a few times and stared at her.

"Golden. Come one." I said before starting the walk back to the bunker, it was too risky to take the car for such a small journey. It was a short journey though it was a bit hilly.

"Dean, someone's following us." Sienna said quietly. I looked up from the road and looked at her. "There's a person, couple of blocks back, been that far since we left the shop." she continued. I reached for my gun slowly before she shook her head.

"What?"

"If they figure out that we know we could get into more trouble." she replied. It struck me how much like Sam she was, sure she was a lot like me, but she was bookish smart. I put my gin back slowly and walked closer to her, I didn't want her to die so soon after digging her way out of her grave.

"Alright, what do we do?" I asked as I noticed her take off her bracelet.

"Am falach. Cha robh fuaim. Chan eil lathaireachd." she said, I recognised the words, she had said them before, I think it was a glamour. She touched her chest then mine. "Falach dhuinn." she finished.

"What is that spell? You've used it before." I asked I couldn't quiet remember what she had used it for.

"It's a glamour, a hiding spell. Some glamour just hide certain aspects, or change them, this one hides the caster and those they want." she replied, her voice strained. This must've been taking a toll on her, she'd already used some magic. "We need to stay close, else it'll shatter."

"You said that last time." I replied as we neared the road that lead to the bunker. Her breathing became ragged and I knew what was happening before I looked at her. She stopped and doubled over attempting to suck in a breath but failing. I stopped and stood next to her as she sat down on the floor.

"Shit." she managed before looking up at me. I reached into my pockets and searched for the blue inhaler she'd given me last year. I sat next to her and offered it.

"Sorry its a bit dirty." I said as she took it and took the cap off, taking a puff with a deep breath. She seemed to be better after a second one, standing up slowly, though she did seem paler. She staggered slightly and I got up, offering her my arm.

"Thanks." she said with a dry smile. She put the inhaler in her pocket as we started down the road. "Why did you still have the inhaler?"

"Crowley said you'd be back." I replied as she leant against me. I smiled as she let out a yawn. "Tired?"

"Yeah, what gave it away?" she asked with a grin I could just see. I let out a laugh as we reached the bunker, grabbing my key and opening the door. She smiled and stood up on her own, letting me through the door first. I heard the glamour crack open as I stepped inside.

"Sam, Kayla?" I yelled into the silence as I started down the stairs. Sienna closed the door behind me and started down the stairs. When we reached the bottom I could tell something was off, something was wrong.

"Sammy!" I yelled again as Sienna walked into the kitchen, reaching for the dagger sheathed on her back.

"Hello Dean." a voice I dnd't recognise came from behind me. I turned and levelled my gun at their head as they smiled. "Relax, I have no quarrel with you, this time." they said before disappearing. I heard Siena shout then I felt her skid to a stop next to me.

"Mother fucker." she said, she sounded hurt. I heard her draw her knife as she stood up slowly. "I told you we were being followed." she said, I smiled slightly before the lights went out. I felt someone circle us, though I couldn't see them, I knew they were there.

"You should have stayed dead Sienna." they said before Sienna let out a gasp.

"Fuck you." Sienna said as a set of footsteps filled the room. A ball of fire lit Kayla's face up as she ran in. She looked bruised and beaten.

"Kayla. Where's Sammy?" I asked making the demon circling us turn to look at her. They smiled and I made a grab for them. They turned and twisted my arm, I heard it snap before the pain reached me.

"Dean." Sienna turned and grabbed me, helping me up from the floor. I hadn't realised I had fallen on the floor.

"You're supposed to be locked away in that cell of yours, with the giant."

"Yeah well, witch." Kayla said before throwing the fireball at the demon, who dodged it easily. They jumped at her and she fell to the floor.

"Why isn't she sing her magic?" I asked Sienna who shrugged.

"She's low, I think." Sienna replied. "I wish I could help, but mines all gone, I'm out of practise." she continued before stepping forwards and grabbing the demon.

"You want me right? Take me."

"Sienna!"

"S!" I yelled as I stepped forwards. Kayla struggled to sit up and I noticed the scratched and cuts up and down her arm.

"Well alright then." the demon said I saw something materialise before she turned around. Sienna took a step backwards as they stabbed a long blade through her stomach.

"Atharraich an t-slighe." Kayla yelled, then I was blinded.