Chapter Two: Fate

'There's something I've never understood about my father…between his stern and passive behavior it was a wonder if he ever loved me at all. Only when I came out on top is when he acknowledged my existence. There were no hugs or affection when he visits. However there was only one thing I noticed…his expression in the lightest of ways would soften whenever my mother walked into the room or when she smiled at him. There was no doubt in my mind that my father loved my mother, even more than his wife.'

-A piece from Io's journal

You had to admit the shower was most refreshing, except for the minor stings of you shampoo and soap touching your open wounds. It gave you time to think on how you were going to escape your hosts. But even thinking lost its appeal as the water cooled your heated skin.

The looks you received from Dean after the shower were enough to charge you with the urge to stab him with a pencil. That made you laugh as it sparked an idea when you read through one of their books about vampires, "Could you kill a vampire with a pencil?"

Sam laughed, "No, seeing as the stake idea is a myth." He took another sip of his coffee as he glanced out the office's window.

"Buffy did it," the crew smiled and you just shrugged. "Figures…let me guess sunlight doesn't hurt them either." He nodded taking a sip from his mug.

"That's one monster I haven't had the pleasure in killing," you threw the book back in its place on the floor. Dust flew up as you heard a disapproving grunt from Bobby, "What, it was there before."

Dean was currently cleaning out his duffle bag full of weapons, dispersing out the continents on the dining room table. Clearly not caring about that fact you were eyeing him suspiciously. "Who are you guys?"

"We're hunters…we kill monsters, demons, ghosts, etc." Dean stated as his started to pull apart one his guns and prepared for a detail cleaning. You eyed Bobby, Sam and Dean curiously. They were nothing more than the average human of course Sam had a little something off about him.

"But you seem so normal…" Dean paused as joined the others in staring at you. You had indeed said something strange. Sam smiled, "What are you saying you're not normal?"

"Obliviously, you've already seen a minor portion of my power yet you act as if I'm normal?" You dusted off a weird elephant statue as you made your way across the room. And on cue a sudden feathery sound floated down behind you and instinctively you ducked out of the way. Just in time to miss a rather violent hand aiming for you head.

"Cass!"

You moved over to where Sam was standing as Dean stood from the table rather aggressively. "What are you doing?" Dean questioned, but this Cass never answered.

"Why do you have this abomination in your house?"

His tone was deeper than you thought and it was quite strange to hear a man that short with such an incredible voice. So strange you almost ignored what the man or whatever he was, actually said…almost.

"Excuse me, abomination? Now that's going a bit too far." You stepped forward unafraid of this person in front of you.

Dean rubbed his forehead only to stride between you and Cass, "Castiel, this is Io, Io this is Castiel."

"Introductions are not necessary since she won't be living soon."

"Is that a threat Colombo?" You pushed forward only for Dean to stop you with his arm, smiling at your behavior.

"Dean, do you know what she is?" Castiel was seriously concerned for his friends. But you were no threat to anyone other than those who harm you and clearly that is not the case with Sam, Dean and Bobby. They brought you to a safe haven and protected you from a demon that undoubtedly was out for revenge.

"I don't care Cass, she's not a threat to us. She even attack a demon, she's on our side." You stared at Dean in disbelief. This man knew you for a day yet he was protecting you from a loyal and trusted friend.

"You won't be saying that when I tell you the truth."

"Shouldn't the truth come from my own lips, you dick!" Thunder clapped off in the distance and you took the warning to calmly step back. "I should leave since I'm clearly denied acceptance here!" You directed your glare at the blue eyed fiend in front of you and stormed off. Grabbing your bag from the couch you continued straight out the door.

"Dean!" Cass called desperately. Only for Dean to continue on, ignoring the trench coat stranger, "I'll be back, Sammy."

You stalked across the junkyard and straight towards the gate. Dean raced to catch up from behind until he finally grabbed you by the shoulder. "Wait, Io…please."

Sighing, you paused, your bag hanging loosely between your legs. The cool, foggy air calmed your erratic, angry fueled heart, and not to mention a certain pair of green eyes soften your mood.

"That was amazing, fearless." He was complementing you on belittling his friend? Yep he was a strange one. However you couldn't help but smile.

The happiness shattered, "I can't stay here Dean. Your friend's right…it's much safer if I leave."

His smile falter, "Io we need all the help we can get."

"I'm not a hunter Dean…I don't hunt monsters, they come after me."

Dean stepped back, brow's furrowed in confusion, "What do you mean?" You sighed, gripping the strap of your satchel. Your bare feet dug into the earth below, sad that you couldn't stay. After the day's events the thoughts of escaping brought sorrow to your heart. You could imagine a great life with these guys…to have real friends again. To be close to human's again.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you gently grabbed the side of Dean's face and stepped forward. His stubble tickled the tips of your fingers. You courageously kissed the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Thank you."

Astounded, Dean watched you leave until you disappeared down the road.

'Shanks was an idiot today. Charging at me on the battlefield as if his screaming would stop me from knocking him to the ground. "Sis, you take things too seriously" he would say as he dusted the dirt off his back. As half-brothers go he was the most annoying. Not only was he popular and had the looks he was ridiculously showy. Strutting around school as if he was the King of Olympus, that moron. If we didn't have the same father I would want nothing more to do with him. We look nothing alike other than our brilliant blue eyes. I wonder how many brothers and sisters I have…father never would mention them. I only knew about Shanks because we went to the same school and we had the same mentor…our Coach, Mr. R."

-A piece from Io's journal

A few weeks had passed after you left Bobby's house and things only went downhill from there. After losing your wallet twice, chased by a rabid dog, soaked to the bone by a passing car because they carelessly sped through a puddle, you found yourself exhausted. The Fates were plainly stating that you should've never left the Winchesters. And they were making sure you were going to get back with them by any means necessary.

Finally you managed to find a bus and got away. Currently you were somewhere in Iowa, you think. You didn't have much of a plan when you were taking the bus. You just went wherever you thought sounded best.

The bus stopped in a town in the middle of nowhere, the driver saying that there were some technical difficulties. Your hands were stuffed deep within your pockets as you stepped off the bus. The town was small and quiet, unfortunately for you, you felt something was a little off. You tighten the gripped of you duffle bag that was over your shoulder and stalked over to a general store.

You opened the door and a bell alerted the owner, who apparently was too busy to greet you. Scanning the aisles for your favorite treat you noticed a young girl staring at you through the window. You smiled and waved but she just stood there with her beautiful golden locks flattering in the wind. Before you knew it her mother came rushing over and took her by the hand, ushering her along.

"You better hurry," a man called to you behind a counter. You grabbed a drink with your chips and walked to the owner. He was a middle-aged man with a white beard and matching his short hair. "I'm sorry, are you closing?"

"Not by choice," he stated as he rang up your items, "That'll be $3.25." You gave him four and told him to keep the change before added, "Why the curfew?"

He sighed, closing the register, "Bad things, miss." You eyed him curiously hoping he would continue and he obliged. "Murders, gruesome, there've been five total."

"Five total deaths?"

"Just in the pass month and they only happen at night. Not only that, but all their hearts were missing."

The world was falling apart. You nodded, "Strange." He leaned on the counter, "Yep, the mayor agree and sanction a town curfew. Everyone should be inside around 9 o'clock."

You glanced at your phone, 8:30…, "I should leave then, Thanks."

"No prob…You take care."

"You," you paused as you thought you saw his eyes flash gold but you shook it off as you saw it was back to a grayish brown color. You needed a good sleep. "You too."

The bell sounded as you left the store and out into the street with one thought in mind, 'Werewolves.'

The bus was apparently altogether now but you weren't leaving. Of course you were no hunter like Sam and Dean, but like hell were you going to leave when innocent people were in danger.

You headed for a hotel and purchased a room. The innkeeper was rather excited seeing as you were the first business he had in weeks.

Once inside the room you threw your duffle bag on the bed. You unzipped it a brought an old coffee can and placed it back on the bed. Scanning the room you saw want you were hoping for. Heart beating you rushed over to the table and pulled it in the middle of the room.

You opened the coffee can and pour the continents on the table. And mass collection of quarters spilled over the table. You searched through you duffle for the right weapon, one that was Dean inspired.

'It was fight or die. There was no other life than that…I remember my father telling me. Wrong there was the life with my mother. The life I cherish above everything else. She gave me everything I ever wanted and needed. But she knew that this wouldn't be forever. That one day I would have to accept who I was or die trying.'

-A piece from Io's journal

Sharp and alert you walked through the town and avoided all the patrolling officers. They couldn't do much other than bring false comfort to the town's citizens. Of course it wouldn't be a good idea if you walked around without a care, seeing as you were carrying such suspicious items. You passed another building couching low to the ground. But someone saw you, "Hey wait!"

"Shit," you sped off, two pairs of feet running after you. You thought you were in the clear as you turned a corner but it was a dead end. "Shit," scanning the area you saw no possible escape. How could you be so careless?

The footsteps cease behind you and you instinctively pulled the shotgun out of its carrier, strapped to your leg. You turned and pointed it to your assailant.

"Woah!"

He slid to a stopped and you couldn't believe it, "Dean?"

Dean peered down the double barrel and pulled back to see a familiar brunette. He smiled, what a meeting. Sam caught up just as you place the gun back in its holster.

"I can't believe this!"

You were so angry, but it was the Fates will. "What are you doing here Io?" You stepped around them knowing they would follow your fleeting steps. "It is mere coincidence that I'm here."

"I see you finally found some shoes…" Dean pointed out playfully and you rolled your eyes. Thankfully his brother went to a more important topic.

"So you know what's attacking here?"

You stared at Sam, "The owner of the general store explained it to me." That thought made you stopped, he explained things too perfectly. The owner seemed too eager to share the information.

"No way," you ran off and the boys follow closely. Dean caught your arm, "Wait, you're chasing something and we would like to know too."

You exhaled, you had tunnel vision sometimes and would run off without thinking things through. Good thing Dean stopped you, "Io what is it?"

Sam questioned, staring right through you. "You believe this is a werewolf attack right?" You turned to Sam and Dean to answer, "I did…at first." Things appeared to be too easy to follow in this town…and you had to listen to your gut.

"What do you mean at first?"

Dean stepped closer as if he couldn't hear properly. "I mean to say is that the owner knew things that the public usually wouldn't know…" you looked at them with burning as eyes, "Like the hearts being missing."

"But we've seen the bodies. They were indeed attack by a werewolf. The evidence was all over the place, literally," Sam insisted, but you nodded negatively.

"No, you have to trust me…"

You head off down the street, aiming for a familiar building. There was a back door and Sam head no trouble breaking in through a detailed lock-picking. No surprise when you notice that there was an alarm box next to the door. You didn't even attempt to access the code. Instead you grabbed the face of it with your hand and charge it with enough juice for it to spark to shorten and go completely offline.

"We've only have about ten minutes before the company alerts the patrol officers outside."

You stepped around a shelf and head to the front of the store, "And I would have my guns ready." Dean and Sam nodded pulled out their own help.

Treaded softly, making no noise except for your footsteps. You had gone to the general store on a pure instinct however your positive attitude about the decision was slowly disappearing. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. No creepy hidden staircase in the back or a hidden closet that would hold creepy statues with blood stains.

Nothing, until you step around the counter. "Figures," you kneel down and traced the handle of the trapdoor. Sam and Dean stood behind you as you peeled back the door as quietly as you could. The smell was horrible, like a zoo full of dead animals. Clearly you found the right spot.

Dean pointed his flashlight down the tunnel, "Of course there's no stairs." You shrugged and stood back, "It wouldn't be as fun."

"Alright," Dean turned to his brother holding out his fist. Sam stared at it for a moment before sighing and doing the same, "Better choose something different Dean. I'm tired of seeing paper."

"Shut up Sam," but before they even started you quietly jumped down the hole. You landed in a soft thud on your knees. They both paused midway through rock, paper scissors, stunned by your forward behavior. "Would you guys hurry up?"

Dean smiled, "Who is this woman?" Sam shrugged and leaped down, Dean following soon after. Finally reunited you surveyed the secret hideaway, praying that there was a light switch somewhere.

Just as you step out to from under the light above, a sudden whisper caused you to grab the closest thing to you…Dean. He flinched as you slapped your hand around his wrist but didn't complain. You glanced over and flushed, "Sorry." Letting go you pulled out you gun again, "We should find a light switch.

"No need."

A woman's voice sounded off in the distance and with a clap that follow, light surge through the basement.

"What the hell?" Dean stepped closer, seeing a rather ugly woman. A woman green from scaly skin with a toothy grin stood in the middle of a blood soaked floor.

"How ironic," she purred as you pointed the gun directly at her, but she didn't seemed to care, "For you, Io, to come here of all places." Dean and Sam looked at you then back to her.

"How do you know my name?"

She simply laughed, "Who doesn't know your name? You're as popular in the Underworld as those two Winchesters behind you are." Carelessly she walked around the room, your gun never leaving her.

"A half-blood like yourself, would cause a lot of attention."

The gripped on your gun, tighten, "Who are you? Or what are you?" She smiled, her yellow eyes gleaming, "I'm not much different than you father, Io."

In a flash she was standing just before you, "I'm Ammut, a deity of the Underworld. I steal the hearts of the living and condemn them to eternal damnation." Adrenaline pumping you smiled, "You're nothing like my father."

"You worthless monstrosity, how dear you speak-,"

Bang

Hundreds of holes pierced her body and she shrieked in a god awful wail. Clutching her stomach Ammut stumbled back as round metal objects dropped to the ground, "You stupid bitc-."

Bang

Her head exploded. Panting you stepped back, heart racing, fogging your brain. "That-that was a goddess and you blew her head off," Sam stuttered in amazement. You had almost forgotten about them.

"She was no goddess," you smiled slightly before, "You would know it if you met a real goddess."

Dean kneeled down and picked up something off the floor, "Quarters?" You stuffed you gun back in the holster, "Effective no? Saw it in a movie once, tested it out and amazingly it works."

Laughing he flicked the quarter back to the ground, "Well that was easy."

You gave a fake laugh, "That's only just the beginning."

'Dating was never my thing. That was Claire's life…all she thought about was boys, food, boys, movies and more boys. But she never pressured me into dating, never complained about my shy behavior during those awkward years. She taught me to be strong and confident, to find 'My inner woman' she would say. And by senior year I was a completely different person.'

-A piece from Io's journal

Knock…knock…

Groaning you glanced at the clock next to the hotel's bed…2:30 am.

Knock…knock…

You threw your covers out of the way and stumbled to the door. Flicking on the light you squinted through the peep hole, only to find Dean waiting patiently on the other side.

Tracing the sides of his mouth with his hand, he started to step back looking around the area. Strangely, his jacket was gone even though it was below 50 degrees outside. You were concerned (slightly annoyed) and swung opened the door.

The cool air kissed you bare arms and legs, a tank top and shorts wasn't the most appropriate entire for winter. Quickly, you crossed your arms for warmth. Shock still, Dean didn't move a muscle he was too busy checking you out.

"Would you get inside I'm freezing?"

"Right," he snapped out of his trance and stepped over the threshold, closing the door. You walked to the small refrigerator and pulled out two cans of soda, only to toss one at Dean. He caught it with ease and grabbed a chair from the table and positioned it at the end of the bed. You agreed with the idea and jumped onto the mattress, pulling the covers around your shoulders.

Dean opened his soda in silence until you spoke, "Sorry it isn't beer." He smiled taking a sip, "Better than nothing." You noticed his somber expression as you sat directly across from him, it didn't suit him.

"So what's so important that you had to wake me up at 2:30 in the morning?"

He traced the rim of the top of the can as he looked up between his eyelashes. The serious tension caused you to flinch back. Something was eating at him and you had a feeling you knew what it was. Dean was an obnoxious and bold man but when something really matter he knew how to get to the point.

"Maybe I don't have any business in aski-. No, what I mean to say, who are you?"

You smiled, amused by his actions, "Do you really wish to know?" His gazed was fierce, annoyed by your playful reaction.

You sighed and smack him lightly on the arm, "I'm definitely on your side, okay." Dean finally smiled but quickly recovered his seriousness, "Io, you don't have to reveal it all. Just enough to explain…what she meet by half-breed."

Choking on your drinking you cough rather violently…you'd forget about what that lizard freak said. Annoyed, you questioned, "Why is this so important?"

"I like to know who I allow in my alliance. We've been betray too many damn times for me not to be cautious."

"Do you fear I'm half-demon Dean?"

His eyes widen. So you were right, he fear that you were something he might have to kill in the future.

Stretching your legs, you leaned closer to him, "Fine I'll tell you…"

Author's Note: So whatca ya think? (I hate writing like that too many red lines lol) Anyway I hoped you enjoyed it. I'm really proud of this chapter. And Dean won! So more, Io and Dean closeness in the future.