Welcome to chapter two, bitches! If you're reading this, I am awesome because I have successfully continued a story and because I hooked you and you now must read the WHOLE thing. :3 Thus, I may refer to you as bitches. Don't worry, it's a term of endearment.

The timeline was edited, so, if you need that, it's in chapter one. I just thought that the timeline given wasn't really going to suit my needs for this, so it became an AU.

So! Chapter one was all from Nate's POV, so were going to stick to 3rd(hopefully) this time so you get a little bit less of Nathaniel and Voice, and a little bit more of Dean and Sam and whatnot.

Have you guessed what's going to happen with the exorcism? Because I'm telling you now, it ain't good. In fact, why don't we get to that right after a little Summary refresh?

Summary: The coven of vampires is destroyed, only to find that the vampires have left behind a mysterious, demon boy who isn't quite demon. Mother and Father are coming, so will they aid him, or leave him to be fought over by the Devil and the Queen of Monsters?

3rd PERSON POV

"Cas!" Dean said is surprise. "Nice save!"

"What, exactly, have I saved?" The angel asked, staring down at the unconscious boy with mild curiosity.

"A lot of time, dude." Dean informed him with a smirk, tossing his gun on the bed and watching his brother make his way over to the boy. "This kid here, what's his name? Nick or somethin'?"

"Nathaniel." Sam corrected, gently picking the kid up and setting him down in a chair. He then proceeded to tie his wrists and ankles to the chair so that he would have a harder time getting out, which would give Sam more time to perform the exorcism.

"Right, so, Nate, here, is possessed by a demon. But he's got…that weird thing where you like your kidnapper." Dean looked to Sam again.

"Stockholm Syndrome." Sam said, going over to his books and picking one out.

"Right, anyways, some vampires were keeping him hostage. We didn't figure out he was possessed until we got him out of there."

Castiel observed the boy quietly. It seemed odd that a demon would choose a teenager to possess; they were generally more inclined to choose full-grown humans. And, as Dean explained, he had been found with a large coven of vampires. Which just pushed the situation into totally abnormal as far as the trio was concerned. But they both hoped they could get the problem out of the way with a quick and easy exorcism and be off saving the world again.

"Should we wait form him to wake up?" Sam asked suddenly, disturbing Castiel's quiet.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Because waking up during an exorcism isn't exactly pleasant." Sam explained with irritation.

"He's a demon, Sam."

"He's also a kid, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes, grabbed the glass of Holy Water, and poured it over the boy's head. Nathaniel's messy blonde hair immediately became soaked and his wet skin sizzled. His eyes shot open and his chin jerked up, but he was silent as the water burned his skin. Frowning, he rolled his head to gaze over at Dean, steam still rolling off his shoulders and face. He narrowed his eyes. "I hate you."

"That hurts." Dean replied sarcastically. "Look kid, you participate, or we knock you out again and move you somewhere you seriously can't get out of. Hit it, Sam."

"Come on, guys." Nathan said in as reasonable a tone as he could muster, while Sam started the chanting. "We could just skip over the painful little exorcism and become BFF's? Pals? Acquaintances, at the least? If your angel can get over his Holy complex, that is."

"I doubt that." Nate's head turned to inspect Castiel and his eyes turned black. "He would have by now, being cast down from Heaven, and all."

"Shut up." Dean growled.

The black melted away and Nathaniel turned to watch Sam reading aloud from his book. "You'd think a med guy would have the sense to not totally undo everything he fixed."

"Castiel, can you shut him up?" Dean asked venomously.

"Castiel, you have an amazing vessel." Nathan chuckled. The angel could only manage a confused look in reply before the boy groaned, and doubled over in his chair. Sam paused in his chanting, eyes flickering to Nathan in concern.

There was silence from the three men as blood trickled from Nathaniel's nose, his smirk replaced with a grimace. After a brief moment, he looked up at them again, noting the look on Sam's face. "I'm sorry, it was starting to hurt," he blinked down at his restrained hands. "I'll try to be quiet the rest of the time."

"Keep goin', Sam." Dean barked, glaring.

Samuel objected to his brother's harsh tone, but continued anyways, determined to free the boy from possession. It wasn't two seconds in again before Nathan was suddenly coughing, jerking at his restraints. Oblivious to the clear difference in the boy's coughing and the sound of someone coughing up a demon, Sam went on with his chanting.

OC POV

I was miserable. Pain had flared up in my head as soon as Sam had begun, but I had ignored it, using my senses as long as I could. Which meant being a smart-ass to Sam and Dean, knowing that they were too determined to even consider the idea that they were wrong. And then, the coughing(I hadn't even noticed my nose bleeding until later). I thought I was about to cough up my own lungs; each cough shredding up the sides of my lungs and throat, blood pooling in my mouth, and then desperately drawing in a shuddering gasp before lapsing into another fit.

It couldn't have been half a minute before I was already exhausted from it, my mouth hanging open and my eyes screwed shut, waiting for the next one. More coughing, blood dribbling from my mouth and the pain in my head worsening. I'm trying to block it out, but I can't…

"Thanks, anyways," I muttered tiredly. More pain, but this time it came from my recently healed cuts and they tore themselves open in rapid succession. I hardly had the time to peek at the bloodied bandages from under my eyelashes before I had another coughing fit.

The blood was everywhere, dripping from the corners of my mouth, exuding through the previously white wrappings and sliding onto the floor. Neither me nor the voice had enough energy or concentration to break the devil's trap that held us, let alone the bindings on my wrists and ankles. I became dizzy with the blood loss, furthering the ache in my head. I only wanted to cradle my head in my hands, but I couldn't even raise them. Dark spots blossomed on my vision and suddenly a voice cut through my muddled thoughts.

"Stop." It was that angel…Uh, Castiel. The pain stopped immediately, and I gave myself over to unconsciousness.