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A FEW WEEKS LATER

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The black 1967 Chevy Impala pulled into the tiny parking lot of Gaston Inn, a small shady looking motel just outside the city limits of Gastonia, North Carolina. Everyone in the car looked at it with disgust, but that quickly faded as they realized it could be worse. In the past couple years of hunting together, they had been forced to stay in many motels, and this particular motel was heaven compared to some of the places they had stayed. Everyone piled out of the car, bringing their duffle bags and a bag of weapons, as Dean went inside and checked them in. They went to the room that would be theirs while they were in town for the case. It was already half past two in the morning as they went inside the room and unpacked and got ready for bed.

Castiel was laying in an old lounge chair that was sitting by the table, asleep under a blanket. Sam was sleeping peacefully in the bed with Ella. The only sound was the soft rustling of the sheets as Oshea tossed and turned in the bed. She finally sat up quickly, panting softly. She ran her fingers through her hair, brushing it back from her face and finding her forehead damp with sweat. Slowly, she stood up from the bed and grabbed one of the keys to the room before she stepped into the hall and started down toward the vending machines at the end of the hallway.

The vending machine hummed lowly as she approached it, and the hallway's dim light flickered for a moment as a tall handsome man walked from the other hallway and appeared between Oshea and the vending machine. He grinned as he leaned his back against the glass of the vending machine, running a hand through his messy dark brown, almost black hair. "Hey, O, it's been a while."

Oshea jumped a little, startled. Her eyes grew wide as she saw him. "Jonah?" She hissed then looked over her shoulder, glancing toward the door of their hotel room before she looked back to him. She cleared her throat, curling her arms around herself. "Jonah, what are you doing here?"

Jonah chuckled and then blinked, his eyes flooding black a moment before he blinked again and they returned to normal. "Oh come on, O, what's with the hard feelings? Can't an old friend stop by and see another old friend?"

"I'm sorry," Oshea said, her brows furrowing as she rubbed her eyes a little. She let her hand fall to her side. "I just haven't been feeling like myself lately." She looked up at him and offered a tiny smile. "It is good to see you... but you shouldn't be here. If anyone finds you..." She frowned slightly as she let her voice trail off.

"What? They'll kill me?" He laughed. "I'd like to see those Winchesters try," he shook his head, still smirking a bit. "Anywho! I thought I would drop by, I've been trailing you since you left that lousy fill-up joint a couple states over. I thought I would pay my little blood buddy a visit... Speaking of, had any cravings? It certainly has been a while..." He said, grinning devilishly as he put his hands loosely on her hips and pulled her out of view, over to the adjoining hallway.

Oshea blushed slightly as he touched her hips and led her into the hallway. She did not attempt to pull away or move his hands from her. Sighing softly, she lifted a hand and brushed some of her hair behind her ear. "I haven't been able to get away... with all that's been going on..." She looked up at him. "Jonah... I don't think I can do this anymore."

Jonah's grin faded as he turned serious, gripping her by the shoulders and pinning her against the wall roughly. "The longer you go without the demon blood, the worse it gets. I'm talking migraines and mood swings and hallucinations out the wazoo. You think it's bad now? You'll come across a few demons, and you won't be able to control yourself, literally. You'll be knee deep in the sweet blood of the innocent, and your little friends are going to send you packing because they'll think you're a freak. Do you honestly want that? No, of course you don't. You want to be normal, but sweetie, we are so beyond normal right now. But I promised you we would keep this secret, away from your clueless friends, but if you want to quit cold turkey, that's your problem."

Oshe'a eyes grew wide and she gave a small cry of alarm, flinching as he pushed her against the wall roughly. She swallowed hard and stared at him, her lips faintly parted as she breathed through them. "You need to go...," She said lowly, trying to keep her voice steady. She was terrified of what he had said, mostly because she knew he wasn't lying. She was already feeling the headaches, the mood swings. How long before she started seeing things as well? Before she went on a rampage tearing out demon's throats and wrists in search of a fix? "Now, Jonah."

Jonah glared at her for a few moments before letting loose of her arms and walking away. "You'll be crawling back to me soon. It's the only option and you know it."

Oshea continued to stare straight ahead as she listened to his footsteps fading down the hallway. She lifted a hand to cover her mouth and slid down against the wall to the floor, tilting her head back against it as tears filled her eyes and silently slid down her cheeks. How had she gotten herself into this mess?

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SEVERAL MONTHS EARLIER…

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The bar was lit with dim fluorescent lights that hung from the dark, shadowed ceilings; the room was hazy with a thick, choking fog of cigarette smoke. Oshea was sitting on one of the stools, leaning her elbows against the surface of the bar. She was wearing a short, strapless black dress and heels though they were resting on the floor and her feet were for the moment bare and resting on the lower rung of the stool. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and strands were falling about her face and exposed shoulders. A shot glass was clasp in her left hand and she was staring vacantly at the liquid, swirling it gently around in the container but not drinking. She was too heartbroken to even drink.

A man entered the room, his eyes immediately resting on the redhead drowning away her troubles at the bar. "That's the one..." he said under his breath, and then turned his serious expression into a mischievous grin as he approached her, sitting down on the stool next to her. He asked the bartender for a shot of whiskey, and then downed it. When the bartender was pouring him another shot, he leaned over and whispered in her ear. "We need to talk."

Oshea did not look up as the door opened and a bit of the cool night air brushed away some of the cigarette smoke, allowing her to have a brief clean breath before her lungs were clogged again. Her brows furrowed when she felt someone's breath against her face and as he whispered in her ear, she stiffened slightly. She turned to glance at him and frowned, shaking her head. "Not interested." She whispered, turning her attention back down to her untouched shot.

The man smirked, and then downed the shot the bartender slid over to him. He sat the shot glass back down on the bar, and turned to her again. "You're feisty. I like that. But I think you'll be very interested after you hear what I have to say, Oshea Blackwood."

Oshea immediately turned back to look at him, her brows furrowing. "Who are you?" She said, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. "How do you know my name?" She lowered her hand, feeling the thin stiletto knife that was attached to a leather band buckled to her thigh under her dress.

"Oh sweetie don't even bother with that pretty little knife of yours, you might hurt yourself," He said, smiling at her.

She narrowed her eyes and lifted her shot glass. After she downed the liquid in a single gulp and stood up, she leaned down and hooked her fingertips into the back of her heels. Barefoot and holding her shoes in her right hand, she padded around behind him. "Stay away from me." She said starting toward the door. He waited a few moments before getting up from the stool and following after her out the door into the cool night air.

When he stepped outside, Oshea shoved him back against the wall of the building and held the edge of her knife's blade to his throat. "This knife has been dipped in holy water," She said lowly. "Who and... what... are you? How do you know my name? And why are you following me?"

The grin remained on the young man's lips as he stood there, calmly. "Name's Jonah," He said, blinking. His eyes were black for a moment, and then they were normal. "Careful with that," he said, gesturing towards the knife pressed against his throat. "And as for the reason I'm here, I just have a tad bit of information for you about yourself and Sam Winchester that you might be interested in hearing."

Oshea pushed the blade closer slightly, watching him a moment before she finally continued. "What kind of information?" She said quietly, intrigued. She knew that she should just kill him, he was a demon after all, but she was curious to hear what he had to say.

"That knife is getting a tad bit uncomfortable, not to mention it's useless. It won't kill me. Plus, you'd be killing... well, I didn't catch his name," he said with a chuckle. "But he's still inside here, so you go kill happy with that little pig stick of yours all you want, but I'm not the one you'll be killing."

Oshea hesitantly pulled back, flipping the knife closed. She took a step backwards and pulled up the edge of her dress, exposing her left thigh and hip as she slipped the knife back into place. Releasing her dress, it fell back over her, dropping to her knees. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Satisfied?" She said curtly, looking him over. "Now tell me."

Jonah cleared his throat and started walking down an alleyway. "You remember when you and your little gang of hunters cut the lights on around here when you let the devil's gate get opened? And the adorable little group of psychic children all gunning for a crown? It seems you and Sam were left in the dark about certain... details... of the extent of your powers, along with what Azazel really did the night he broke into your home and burned your mother alive in the ceiling."

Oshea's brows furrowed and she stepped after him quickly. "What are you talking about? I've already explained this to Sam and Dean... My mother died when I was twelve. She and my father died in a car accident not in a fire."

Jonah's eyes widened in disbelief and then he burst into a momentary fit of wry laughter. "Oh, wow. I guess no one told you that you were adopted... my bad..." He laughed once more and then stopped himself. "Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh."

Oshea stopped walking abruptly, her eyes widening as she watched him. "Adopted...?" She could not believe that she had not known, that her sister had never told her about this. "So the parents that died in the car accident weren't really... so my real mother... she was burned alive on the ceiling by a demon?" She said, her brows furrowing as her voice cracked slightly.

"Yep, 'fraid so," He said, shaking his head. "Wow, some sis, huh? Didn't even tell you that you were adopted. Eh, who needs her," he shrugged. "Okay, so this next bit of info may be hard to hear, so if you've had enough disturbing updates about your life for one night.. oh, who the hell am I kidding, I'm going to tell you anyway. Before Azazel pinned your mother to the ceiling, ripped open her stomach and burned her alive, before the sweet smell of flesh and organs filled the air of your childhood home, he walked right over to your crib in the dead of night, cut open his wrist, and bled into your mouth. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals, makes you big and strong."

Oshea stared at him, shaking her head slowly as she took a step backwards away from him. She felt a little sick at his descriptive little speech; the idea of her mother roasting alive and bleeding, the thought of her drinking the blood of a demon caused her stomach to churn. "You're lying...," She said softly.

Jonah turned serious for a moment. "Do I have any reason to?"

Oshea stared at him a moment, tears gathering in her eyes. She brought a hand to her mouth and covered it, leaning her back against the wall of one of the buildings. This was all too much. First, she found out that she was really adopted and her sister had failed to mention this over the passed twenty odd years, that her birth mother was dead and not just dead, but brutally murdered by a demon, a demon who had poisoned her with demon blood, demon blood that still was running through her veins. "So... what does this mean?" She said, her voice unsteady as she lowered her hand from her lips. "I'm some... some kind of demon spawn?"

"It means you're special, Oshea. But, you're weak. However, if you do what I tell you to, you can be more powerful than you ever imagined."

Oshea trembled, not moving from the wall she had leaned herself against. She had never thought of herself as special, but cursed with having to see the terrible things that would come to pass, things that for the most part she was unable to prevent. He was right about one thing, she was weak. She had not been strong enough to save her brother... or Dean. The thought of him brought fresh tears to her eyes, but she held them back. Swallowing hard, she brushed the tears that had already fallen away and turned to look at him. She didn't want to be weak anymore. "What... what do I have to do?"

"Well first off, we're going back to my place. This conversation is not one I'd like to continue having in a dark alley outside of a bar," he said and without a glance back at her, he started walking.

Oshea hesitated for only a moment before she started after him, walking quickly to keep up with him. The heels of her shoes clicked softly against the sidewalk and the road as she was lead far from the dim lights and the stench of alcohol. When they reached the house, Oshea was overwhelmed. What stood before her was a mansion surrounded by a tall stone wall with a wrought iron gate. She tilted her head back to look up at the building as she was led inside. In the doorway, she stopped and slid her aching feet out of the heeled shoes. She felt very small surrounded by the high vaulting ceilings and the elegant decor.

Jonah smirked when he caught her staring around at his home. "Awesome, huh? Whoever this," he said, gesturing at himself with a wave of both of his hands. "dude is, has a pretty kick ass taste in houses. I definitely approve," he said, walking towards the mini-bar on the far corner of the room, pouring himself a glass to drink. He turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Oshea. "Want anything?"

Oshea remained in the entryway, watching him warily as he moved to get himself a drink. Every bone in her body was telling her this was a terrible idea, that she should leave now before things got out of hand, but she pushed these thoughts away, reasoning that she could handle one demon if things started to go sour. When he made the offer, she hesitated and slowly shook her head.

Jonah shrugged, "More for me, then." He downed the glass and then sat it back down on the bar, turning to her and crossing his arms over his chest. "So, you ready to do this, then?"

Oshea swallowed hard then nodded. "Yes... I'm ready. What do I have to do?" She whispered, taking a step toward him away from the door.

Jonah stepped away from the mini-bar and approached Oshea. Before she knew it, he had kneeled down and put one hand on her leg, sliding it up until he found the knife, pulling it out of it's strap. He backed away, examining it. He flipped it open and twirled it around in his hand, glancing at it for a moment before cutting into his wrist, dragging the knife across until there was a straight line. "You can hold still and drink up," He said grinning as he held out his arm in front of her.

Oshea's heart began to beat faster as she felt his hand against the skin of her leg, moving upward under her dress until he found the knife. She bit her lower lip as he backed away. Her brows furrowed as she watched him cut into his wrist. When he held out his arm, she made a face of disgust and backed up until her back was pressed up against the door. "I am -not- drinking... that..."

Jonah rolled his eyes. "You asked me what you needed to do, and this is it. This sweet stuff is already pumping through those pretty little veins of yours, I'm just giving you a sure fire way to turn up the volume on those little powers you're supposed to have. You think those visions were handy? Try being able to kill demons, not just send them back to Hell, but actually kill them, with your mind. Wouldn't that be neat? And it's possible, if you just let yourself drink it."

Oshea's brows furrowed, and she stepped away from the door slowly. He was right, it would be very helpful to have the power to kill demons, much more helpful than her visions had ever been. She looked up at Jonah a moment, trying to judge if she should believe him or not, but if he had planned on hurting her, he would have done it already. Slowly, she lowered her eyes to his arm and cupped her hands beneath his wrist. Drawing it forward, she lowered her head down and covered the wound with her lips, taking in a little into her mouth. Her brows furrowed and she grimaced at the taste, starting to pull back slightly.

Jonah pulled her closer, placing a hand on her back so that she couldn't move away. Oshea grunted slightly against the skin of his arm and squirmed as she was held in place. After a moment, however, she relaxed and brought her hands up to his wrist again, holding it firmly to her mouth as she began to gulp down the thick, crimson fluid. At first, it had tasted terribly, almost making her ill, but the more she drank, the better it tasted and the more she wanted. She closed her eyes, giving a low groan of satisfaction as she continued to drink.