**Sad. This is the last disclaimer I will ever write on this story. Enjoy the last chapter and I DO NOT own Sam and Dean...but I will. Oh I will. :) **

TEN

Tana screamed; a shrill sound that could've set off all the dogs in the neighbourhood. As it was, no one, not even a dog, came running.

"Let me go! Danny!" Tana screamed, waving her arm around, trying to loosen his grip on her, but the most he did was smile in amusement and his eyes flipped back to Danny's blue ones, all traces of the small and scared boy gone. Then again, he wasn't Danny anymore.

"Why are you doing this?" Tana continued.

Sam and Dean weren't panicking, but stayed still, watching the demon possessing Danny carefully. They knew enough that if they made any sudden moves it might be over for Tana, but she didn't realize why they weren't coming to her aide and she screamed some more before Danny swung her into him by her arm and clamped his free hand over her mouth.

Her screams muffled, and her eyes widened, but the action made her rethink the screaming and soon she'd stopped. Still, as frightened, but less noisy.

"Figures," Dean mumbled under his breath.

"What'd you say?" Danny turned his gaze on the older Winchester.

Dean raised his head, giving the demon a look that said he wasn't afraid, although in his mind he was cursing himself for leaving his shotgun in the car, "I said figures. It figures that the one person she happens to talk to is the bad guy."

Danny smiled wider and bowed down then stood back up straight, "It does 'figure' then, doesn't it? And you must be the Winchesters. Boy, the things I've heard about you, I should write a book, then again that might be copyright."

"You wouldn't be the first one, actually," Sam rolled his eyes.

By now Dean had come to a conclusion, "You killed Father Kevin."

"Was that his name? Oh, I'll remember to put that on my resume. Now, who's next, you, him, or Tana?" Danny looked to each one of them as he said it, but his gaze rested on Tana. If it was possible his smile became wider.

"What do you want with her?" Dean called out, if only to distract him from getting any ideas. He started to edge around the coffee table, but Danny grabbed her neck in threat and Dean held up his hands, stopping mid-step. Danny's hand loosened, "It's her sisters that you're after."

Danny laughed, it was an ominous sound, "Oh, certainly not. You think I would've actually taken the time to befriend this little twit if I was after her sisters? They're even stupider than she is."

"Why do you want her then?" Sam asked. Dean thought he said it like he already knew the answer.

"Obviously, you didn't get the memo, but I'll fill you in and you can come to the next convention next time we're in town. See, I'm part of a faction of demons, we call ourselves the collectioners, catchy, ain't it?" Danny laughed, "Every year we have a contest, you may know that us demons can steal a witch's power by killing them. Well, that's true. The demon who wins the contest is the one who comes back home with the best power of all.

"I don't even have powers," Tana gulped and held back the hand that was still hovering over her neck. Danny wasn't moving it though, just hovering it there to remind them all not to do anything hero-like.

However, Danny wasn't paying attention to Tana anymore. He was narrowing his eyes at Sam, who looked deep in thought and was watching Tana carefully.

"You've got it; I can hear those gears turning. Why don't you tell us why I want precious little Tana?"

"She does have a power," Sam said slowly.

"Yes, the best power of all," Danny had a fit of giggles, threw his head back and laughed. Sam, Dean and Tana waited for whatever came next, "The girl is a witch and I am going to win the contest and I'll be set for the rest of my life. I won't have to worry about another threat like you as long as I live." Danny's hand traced a line down her throat and Tana whimpered.

"I have no power," She managed to get out.

"That's because," He paused dramatically, "Your power is no power."

The others looked confused, except for Sam, who looked as if he suddenly understood everything. His hunch had been right. Dean wished his brother would explain, but he didn't have to. The demon, who thought he was about to win, explained himself triumphantly.

"No power...works on you." He said as if that made any sense at all, but the way he worded it confused his audience even more. He rolled his eyes and said more quickly, "No power works on you."

"Deflection," Sam said out loud, "Claire told me about it, I don't know why she didn't see it. It's a passive power, Tana, so you can't really use it. Just others can't use their powers on you. Like when Claire tried."

This made sense now, Dean thought, but he couldn't help thinking what if Claire had known all along?

Tana's eyes widened, "I'm a witch?"

"That's right," Danny nodded, "And with your power none of your witchy friends can hurt me again. No devil's trap will stop me because that's magic. No colt can harm me, no knife, you know why? Because that's all magic! Your power will keep me alive nice and long. You can feel good knowing at least that I'll use it well."

His hand was reaching for Tana's throat again, but Sam interrupted, making Danny pause again.

"But why kill a priest? Why leave the symbol behind for them to find?"

Danny grunted, "I was bored, I needed a way to set the ball in motion, if you will. A reason for Tana to run away from her sisters again. Until I have that power I don't stand a chance against them, see I don't have any powers. Just this." With a flick of his hand, Sam and Dean were experiencing what they had with many demons before: they were flung against the wall and held there, feet hovering over the ground.

With that he continued, "And what luck, then you entered the story, things got complicated and all-in-all it came to this. Isn't fate grand? And your sisters? Lovely, of course they played their part well. They've always been so selfish haven't they? They think the world revolves around them, isn't that what you said?" Danny directed his attention to Tana again.

Tana looked devastated. She'd endangered her sisters by telling the one person she'd thought she could trust about their family secret and now he was using it against her, to hurt her. To prove to her that there wasn't a thing she could do to save herself and confirming once and for all that her sisters just didn't listen.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this gift," Danny looked pleased with himself as he grabbed Tana around the neck and squeezed. She gasped but could find no breath.

Sam and Dean struggled and yelled, but they couldn't remove themselves from the wall they were held against. They could do nothing but watch as Tana's lips turned a sickly shade of purple and her eyes glossed over.

Suddenly, the house began to shake, and not little trembling, but twister type activity. The house rocked on its foundation. Pictures fell off the walls, Danny lost his grip and stumbled backwards, Tana fell to the floor. The door blew right off its hinges, and down the hall.

In stepped Claire and, like it was nothing at all, she lifted a hand and Danny flew backwards, then fell to the floor.

"I can do that too," She announced, as the wall renounced its hold on the Winchester brothers and their feet touched the ground once more.

Her sisters ran in after her, wet from the storm that was now raging outside. Amber's hands glowed red, like the coals of a fire, as she stared at Danny, standing up slowly from where he'd fallen, and boy did he look angry.

"Sam! Dean!" Marina called from their left and they both turned on time to catch their shotguns being thrown to them. Dean cocked and aimed, but Sam held out a hand.

"No, the boy," he protested. Danny was still in there somewhere.

Instead of the shotgun, Sam raised an arm and closed his eyes.

Dean ran over to Tana and shielded her with his body. Over his shoulder he addressed the sisters, "If I were you, I'd stand back."

Claire eyed Sam like he was crazy, but stepped back with the other girls as it happened. Danny was smiling wildly one moment, as if he thought this was still going to turn out in his favour, but then he started to gag like there was something caught in his throat. It became more serious the more clenched Sam's eyes became. His hand and arm started to shake in his concentration.

Danny coughed and sputtered, but seemed to be trying not to throw up. Claire was about to ask, but Danny finally turned his head to the sky and yelled the ever popular phrase as the bad guy went down, "NOOOO!!"

A spiral of black smoke shot out of his mouth and into the ceiling where it dissipated in a flash of blinding light and when everyone opened their eyes again, Danny was on the floor and Sam had blood dripping out of his nose, but was otherwise normal looking again.

When it was all over, Tana ran from the cover of Dean's shield to Danny's lip body, "Danny! Danny! Is he alive?" She asked Sam.

Three of her sisters stared at her in shock, some of them even gasped out loud. Claire just crossed her arms over her chest.

Danny groaned. Sam gave Tana a small smile, "I think he'll be okay."

"Will he remember any of this?"

"Maybe," Sam shrugged.

Marina pushed past him and knelt by her youngest sister, "You can talk."

"Of course she can," Claire said, rolling her eyes, but it was more affectionate than accusing.

"You knew?" Tana asked timidly. Marina, Rose and Amber all looked as if they'd faint whenever their youngest sister uttered a syllable.

Claire nodded, "Just like I knew you were like us, a witch."

Tana huffed and stood to face her, "Why didn't you say something?"

"Because I was guilty as hell. Guiltier than mom and dad, and more than anyone here I'm to blame and I know it," Claire shrugged, her eyes watery, "And I was jealous. I mean this-" She gestured around the room, "was the most meaningful thing that I've ever used my powers for. Every stupid thing we did mom and dad rewarded us for, but you didn't have to do anything and you were using your power before any of us even knew we had ours. It doesn't take a genius to see that your power is the best out of anyone here. Although, Sam's kind freaks me out more."

She eyed Sam with the same look she'd given him when they first met at the restaurant, as if she was seeing him for the first time all over again. Sam smiled back.

"Either way," Claire turned back to Tana and smiled kindly, "We were all raised wrong. I'm not disregarding anything that happened to you because you had it worst, but we were raised thinking that these powers made us special. We thought they were like rights, but they were gifts. They don't make us any better than anyone else."

Marina nodded from where she still knelt with Danny. He was slowly stirring, flexing his hands and twitching his muscles. At least he knew that he was still all in one piece. No one spoke as he sat up, with Marina's help, and held his head.

He groaned, "What happened?"

Tana smiled. The last two days had been a blur, but she was certain that things were about to get a whole lot better in her life. Dean winked at her as she turned to smile at the group in the destroyed living room. Much better.

END