Okay so this chapter is actually kind of weird just because only the first 600 words or so are in Sam's perspective. The rest is in Ali's. Oh, and I'm sorry that I was gone for two days, I lost my laptop charger again, plus I just started reading Twist and Shout.

I figured out how I'm going to end the story. You'll get I'm thinking, two more chapters, plus an epilogue, and a bonus, what fem!Dean and Cas did with their hour. I hope you guys like this chapter, because I don't really know if I do.

-Fox

Sam

When Cas pulled us aside, his face was grim. "What is it?" Dean asked.

"It's about the girl," Cas said, glancing back at Ali. She was standing next to the ball pit, squeezing her eyes shut. "Well, her father, to be more exact."

"What about her father?" I asked.

"I have been trying to find him, to get a better understanding of who and what Ali is, and what I've found is rather troubling. His name is Dolus. He is one of the few demons who can walk the earth without a vessel. He is the father of all vengance demons, all of which are human-demon hybrids."

"So her dad's a powerful demon, what does that have to do with Ali?" I asked.

"Many of his children try to do good, like Ali. Those ones are the strongest. Except if he hears of their whereabouts, he will go to them, and convince them to follow in his footsteps."

"Ali's strong, she's not just gonna snap," Dean said.

"Wait, isn't Dolus latin for deception? I asked, starting to worry. I thought I'd heard that name before. If he was who I thought he was, we were all screwed. He was famous for getting the best of people to succumb to murder, making them think what they were doing was right.

"It is," Cas answered. "If he can convince Ali to join him, there's no telling what she'll do. The better the person, the more damage they can do."

"So, why don't we just warn her about her dad?" I asked. "If she's as strong as we're all thinking, if she knows he's coming, she can prepare herself. Forewarned is forearmed."

"She can't know," Cas said, forcefully. "We are going to kill her father, and she is the bait. But if she knows, she might tip him off."

"Have you ever seen that girl in action?" Dean asked. "She could win an Oscar she's so convincing."

"Dolus can read minds. If she is even thinking about being bait, he'll know."

"So we just let her dad confront her?" I asked. "He might hurt her."

"He will not hurt one of his children, especially if he is trying to convince them to join him. Hurting them doesn't bode well for trust."

"Okay, so we use Ali as bait," Dean said, trying to clarify. "But how do will kill this son of a bitch?"

"If I can get close to him, I can send him back to hell."

"Well if it's that easy, how come no one's ever done it?" I asked, confused.

"He is surprisingly difficult to pin down. He can only be killed if he's taken by surprise."

"So what do we do?" I ask.

"We wait," Cas responded.

We walked back over to where we had left Ali, only to be greeted by a swirling mass of colored plastic. There were hundreds of balls floating around Ali, surrounding her like a cocoon. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused. Her head snapped towards me, and all of the balls suspended in the air came crashing down, bouncing once, then rolling away.

"Cleaning up, the fun way," She smiled. "Since you assholes are done being secretive, mind lending me a hand?" She asked, motioning towards the balls.

I needed to do some more research on Dolus, so I tried not to feel guilty as I declined. Dean looked at the balls everywhere, and I could tell he had no desire to help. As we walked away, I could hear Ali complaining.

Once we got back to our room, I pulled out my laptop. I decided if we were going to go up against Dolus, I wanted to know more about him.

After over an hour of research, I was about to give up when I heard a crash from across the hall. Dean had fallen asleep, so I went over to him, shaking his shoulders. "Dean! Wake up, he's here!"

Ali

"It's me, your father."

I looked at the demon in disbelief. How could this be my father? How did he find me? "You're my father?" I asked, skeptically.

"I am," he said, calmly. "I just want to talk."

"There's no way in hell I'm going to talk to you. You know, I kill things like you," I said.

"You mean things like yourself?" He said, lowering his arms.

"Get out," I demanded, pointing towards the door. "Go, just leave."

"But Ali, I haven't seen you in so long, can't a father visit his baby girl?" He tried to step closer, to run his hand along my cheek, but I stepped back.

"You may have knocked up my mom, but you aren't my father."

"You can't just turn your back on me," He said, smiling. "You're a demon. Nothing more."

"I'm not- I mean, I..." I tried to say something back, to prove him wrong, but there wasn't much I could say. He was right.

"What are you even doing here? All you do is get in the way."

"I'll have you know, I'm actually very useful," I said, crossing my arms.

"Useful for what, cracking jokes? They don't need you." He laughed. "You'd be better off if you came with me."

I furrowed my brow. "Come with you? Why would I do that?"

"Because if you come with me, you can unleash your full potential. You can be powerful, no one will ever look down on you." My father stpeed toawrds me, whispering into my ear. "I can make you a queen."

"What do you mean, 'no one will ever look down on me'? Who says people look down on me?"

"People always have, they always will. Humans will always find a reason as to why they're surperior. Maybe because you're short, maybe because you're a girl. Those boys you're traveling with, they don't trust you. All you are to them is demon scum, worth less than the mud on their shoes."

"No," I said, "you're wrong. Sam and Dean, they- I'm not just a demon, like you. I'm a person, I'm human too."

"No, you're not. You're a demon, and that's all you are." As he spoke, I looked down at my shoes. He was right. I wasn't human, I was like him. I hurt people. I wasn't any better than he was. He held out a hand. "Will you come with me?" He asked, looking hopeful. I was about to take it, when my eyes landed on my laptop. I remembered my diary. I remembered writing in the back of the impala. I thought about the past few weeks, the things I had seen, the people I'd met. The people I'd helped save.

"No," I said, forcefully. "I am not just a demon. My name is Aliquam Vendicta, and I am more than just one of your children."

"What are you talking about? You're going to come with me, aren't you." Daddy dearest, grabbed for my arm, but I pulled back, then slapped him across the face. He fell back, knocking a lamp off a table.

"No, I am not coming with you. I'm going to stay here, and I'm going to help people." I walked up to him, and spit on him. "I am not like you, and I never will be." Just then, the door burst open, revealing Sam, Dean, and Castiel. They rushed in and pinned my father to the floor, then Cas touched his hand to my father's forhead, spoke a few words, then my fathers eyes glowed white, and he disintegrated.

"Ali!" Sam said. "Are you alright?"

"How did you guys know my dad was here?" I asked.

"That was why I needed to talk to Sam and Dean earlier," Castiel explained.

"And you couldn't have given me a little heads up?" I demanded.

"We needed to catch your father by surprise, and he can read minds. If you had known, he would have known we were coming." Castiel looked at me, studying my expression. "You weren't going to join him, were you?" He asked.

"Of course not, did you all have no faith in me at all?" I asked.

"You are much stronger than I had thought," Castiel said, disappearing. Once he was gone, I noticed Sam staring at me, like I had sprouted wings and antlers.

"What, do I have something in my teeth?" I asked.

"It's, uh, nothing," He blushed, looking down.

"You know what?" I said, pushing Sam and Dean out of my room. "I'm going to take a nap. If I'm not up by dinner, get me a burger or something." I shut the door, then crawled into my bed, pushing aside my laptop. As I drifted between sleep and consciousness, I made a list in my head of all the reasons I would never had gone with my dad. The first reason that popped into my head was Sam Winchester. I thought about him, and his hair. I thought about how he convinced me not to jump, how he helped me to become who I am. It was then that I realized that I was in love. Not in some earth-shattering realization, but more of a quiet idea, and as I drempt, I dempt of him.

When I woke, it was pitch black outside. I rolled onto my side to look at the clock on the bedside table, and saw that it was 3:28 in the morning. I tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn't manage it. I got out of bed, and stretched my arms, arching my back. I walked over to the bathroom, and saw on the counter was a takeout box with my name on it.

I opened it up, grinning when I saw a burger and fries. I lifted up the bun and grinned even wider. On the burger was a splash of ketchup, and a ring of raw onion. Sam or Dean had remembered exactly what I liked on my burgers. (My money was on Sam) It wasn't that big of a deal, but it made my night.

I didn't want to stay cooped up in my room, so I grabbed my burger and my jacket, then walked out the door. As I stepped into the cold December air, I shivered. I walked along a dirt path, watching as my breath turned into wisps of white smoke. The path took me through a thicket of trees.

It was dark, but my eyes had adjusted. As I walked, I thought about my dad. He had said a lot of things, and a lot of it I knew was bullshit, but some of it really got to me. Was I really helping? Had I really made a noticeable difference? Or was I just dead weight?

The path lead to a little creek with a wooden bridge from bank to bank. I walked onto the bridge, standing in the middle, leaning over the rail. I stared down at the water, seeing a rippling image of a girl in hiking boots and a fluffy jacket. I smiled, and the girl smiled back. I looked up to see a slash of silver in the inky black soup of a sky.

When I was younger, I thought the moon was a cut in the sky, like maybe a mean old cat had come along and clawed open the dark flesh. Now I know it's just a shiny rock, millions of miles away. It's funny how growing up can ruin little pieces of magic, like the cat who clawed the sky.

Thinking about the moon made me think of an old song I had heard recently. Within moments, it was stuck in my head. I started to him the tune, raising and swaying my arms as if I were a comductor. I looked down at the water, then pointed my finger at it, raising it slightly. To my amazement, a snake of water shot up like a fountain, following my fingers. I raised fountain after fountain after fountain, swirling and twisting. I laughed, realizing that moments like this, private, powerful moments, are what made me feel alive.

Of course that only lasted until my fingers turned numb from the cold air. I jogged back to the motel, rubbing my hands together, trying to return feeling to my icy fingers. Once I reached my room, I made myself a cup of coffee, relishing the warmth the mug coaxed into my hands. I was still wide awake, but I couldn't keep my mind on one thing at a time. My mind drifted from my father to my powers to my diary to memories to Sam.

Once I started thinking about Sam, I couldn't stop. He had saved my life, in more ways than one. He was always there for me. And for the second time that night, I drifted to sleep with Sam Winchester dancing through my thoughts.

I woke to the sound of fists banging on my door. "Ali!" It was Dean. "Get up, we've got a job, we need to get going!"

"Okay, give me a few minutes!" I called back, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I shoved all my clothes into my bag, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, then joined Dean in the hall. "Where's Sam?" I asked, looking around.

"He's out by the impala, said he wanted to check something, I dunno." Dean shrugged, then walked off. I followed.

We joined Sam in the car, and as soon as all the doors were closed, we were off. We drove for about two hours, and in that time Sam told me about the job.

"A friend of ours called this morning," Sam began. "She said there had been a string of murders lately, asked us to look into it. So I pulled up some news articles, and I think we may have a demon infestation."

"Well, doesn't that sound exciting," I said with mock enthusiasm. "I assume today would be a good time to break out the demon powers?"

"Do you think you can do it?" Sam asked, worry in his eyes.

"Oh hell yeah," I grinned. "I've been practicing."

Once we arrived in town, we met up with the woman who had called. She told us about the deaths, about the people who claimed that they hadn't been in control of their own bodies. She said that witnesses had seen people with pure black eyes. Once we were done talking with the woman, we headed back to the impala.

"So how many demons do you think we're up against?" I asked.

"Well, the victims were usually attacked in by packs of four, right?" Dean asked, checking for clarification.

Sam nodded. "It sounds like we're up against a quartet."

So tracked down the demons, eventually finding ourselves standing in front of an abandoned factory. It was creepy as hell, looking like no one had been there in years.

"After you guys," I said, stepping aside.

"Ladies first," Sam suggested.

"Age before beauty," I shot back.

"Would you two little girls shut up for two minutes?" Dean shushed us. We approached the factory slowly, creaking open the rusted door and slipping through silently. We stepped into a dark room filled with rusted machinery and assembly lines. As we walked, I kept glancing over my shoulder. I felt like something was following us, but I saw nothing, so I dismissed the thought.

After a few more moments of exploring, we saw a light in the distance. Four bodies were gathered around a metal trashcan with flames leaping from the top.

I could see mostly backs, but one of them was facing towards us, his eyes completely black. He saw us approaching, and tried to jump into action, but we were quicker. I called upon my powers and managed to take on one, Sam got another, and Dean got the last two. In a matter of moments, the factory was demon free. Or so we thought.

As I was walking over towards Sam and Dean to ask them a question, I felt something move behind me. Then, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Sam looked up, and his eyes widened. His mouth opened, shouting my name, pointing behind me, and I turned to see a man holding a knife, running for me. I tried to use my powers, but I couldn't concentrate. He lept for me, slashing at my arm. He tore a gash into my left bicep, and I cried out in pain. As blood ran down my arm, I turned to the man, and kicked him in the groin, then disarmed him. I grabbed the knife from his hands, the pinned him to the floor. Within moments, I had finished exorcising, and a pillar of black smoke shot from his mouth, then disappeared.

I forgot to say this before- I am so sorry about all my typos. I will go over them and fix them eventually, but for right now I don't really have time. I am beyond aware of their presence, and they reeeeally bug me, so I'll try and fix them tomorrow, maybe the day after that. Eventually. They will be dealt with.