_Chapter 2_

"Savior"

Dean

That was painful to watch. I stood over Sam as he fixed up this girl, Trinity. The stingray-like barb had pierced her skin about two inches and left a four inch long gash. It was definitely poisonous like she said because it left large welts like after a severe sunburn, along with purplish veins spreading out around the infection site. We got the bleeding under control not long after she passed out from pain. But the infection was another story. We didn't know much about kobolds and so as I was doing everything Sam told me to to keep the wound at bay, he quickly (record time I might add) researched them and found some lore as well as similar infections that doctors actually cure. So we went off of that and make-shifted our way through the "surgery".

"We can't just leave her here." Sam pleaded after she was resting.

"I never said that, Sam. I just asked what we're going to do with her."

"Take her with us I suppose."

"We don't even know her! She could be a demon for all we know! And look how that turned out last time one of us let one in our lives." As soon as I finished speaking, Sam pulled out his flask of holy water and poured some on Trinity's skin.

Nothing.

"Well. That clear it up for you?" Sam glared at me. I shouldn't have brought Ruby up.

"Fine. But just long enough for her to heal and for us to find out who she is and how she knows so much. Then she's out."

"Fine." I swear we're adults.

"I'm just saying Sammy," I said exasperatedly, " we don't have much luck in the 'accepting new people' area."

Sam got a funny look on his face and shrugged, "I mean, we got Cas."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Where was Cas tonight?"

"I'm right here, Dean." Cas appeared behind me with the fluttering sound of wings and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Dammit, Cas! Personal space! And a little warning is helpful. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"You never called until now," he looked around at the empty scene, confused, "Why'd you call now?"

"You're seriously acting like it's his fault he wasn't here when you never called him?" Sam acted like he won now. Please.

"I just don't think I need to call you all of the time. You're our friend. You're supposed to be there when we need you. We trust you, with our lives most of the time."

"Yeah, Cas. You're part of the group now. Family." Sam took the words from my mouth.

I continued with this, "Yeah, like Bobby always says, family don't end in blood." Cas just stood there, contemplating his life by the look on his face.

A loud snore erupted from below us. In unison we all looked to our feet. Trinity was snoring like she hadn't slept in weeks.

"I... gave her some sedatives to calm down and sleep. She needed it. I could tell. Plus it will be easier to get her to go with us when she can't fight back."

"Why would she fight back?" I asked before I could stop the words. I knew the answer.

"She's afraid of us. Couldn't you see that. Terrified actually."

"Wait, who is she?" Cas finally interjected.

. . .

"Trinity. Trinity Scarborough." Sam was staring at his computer when we were settled in this strange girl's apartment. She definitely was like a hunter, but she had an odd collection of things as well that most hunters don't have. Family pictures for example. "So get this, there's barely anything on her. I had to find her birth records from Ohio." I don't know how he does that sometimes. "She was orphaned at twelve with her two sisters, one was just a few months old and the other sixteen. She became an only child at 18. The others must've been six and twenty-two at death. No records on their deaths though."

"Anything on them? Pre-death I mean."

"Um, their names. The oldest was Avari and the youngest, Persephone."

"Wait a sec," the names sounded familiar and like they had meaning, "Look up the meaning behind those names..."

Sam's long fingers clicked on his laptop keys and then stopped. "Avari... Of the Heavens, from the sky." He gave me a wary look then continued, "Persephone... Bringer of death and derived from the Greek word pertho, to destroy and phone, murder."

Silence darkened the room.

"What about Trinity?"

There was a long pause and Sam and I exchanged looks. We were on to something.

. . .

Trinity

What a strange dream. Wrapped in my blankets that smelled like home, I didn't want to get out. I hated when I had nightmares of the Winchester brothers. I always end up dying. They say when you die in your dreams you actually die. Well either that a bunch of bull crap or I've been dead for a long time and this is my eternal punishment.

I had to pee, so I forced myself to throw my legs over the side of the bed. Hm. That's odd. I was wearing what I was in my subconscious. It must be a mental thing. I smelled too. Like man-sweat and blood. Was that smoke, maybe coal? There was something else, Axe deodorant. Maybe. But where did that come from. I felt my eyes enlarge, I flipped around.

I let out the breath I was holding. No strange man in my bed. Well that's something.

I got up and walked, more like morning-waddled to my bathroom. I was extraordinarily sore. This is really strange. I cleaned myself up as much as I could. Meaning I was pretty banged up. Where did all of these bruises and scratches and such come from. I looked down and my arm was stitched up under bandages, the way I stitch and wrap.

Was it a only a nightmare? God, I hope so.

I tiptoed back into my room and put fresh clothes on and attempting to pull my massive hair into a bun that turned into a giant, messy one. I looked into the mirror at myself. I didn't have these last time I remember. I sighed trying to remember my dream. Okay I got pretty beat up. But there was something else. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. Wait, no literally, ouch, that hurt. I pulled the hem of my shirt up and saw a grotesque, swollen and inflamed wound. It was surrounded by purple veins and was stitched up. Not professionally I could tell, but whoever did it at least knew what they were doing. I gasped out loud. I remembered. I remembered everything. Looking around me, now suddenly aware of every noise and every shadow. I quietly lifted my pillow and pulled out a dagger. My special one, half solid silver, half rock-hard iron, the whole thing infused with pure salt and holy water. No one ever knew about it. Accept for my siblings.

Then I made my way to my dresser, in my underwear drawer I kept my angel blade. A special one, I knew who it belonged to. Absolutely no one knew about this. No one. No living or dead or captured soul. I slipped it up my sleeve and with my knife in my back pocket (with my shirt tucked behind it to grab easier and quicker, but my jacket hiding it from view) I slowly and carefully descended my stairway.

Sam

"Shh!" I whispered to Dean. He was just going on how the names couldn't possibly be a coincidence. One meaning heaven, one meaning hell, and the third is three in one, I agreed with him. "Did you hear that?" He nodded. There was someone, moving about upstairs. She had a really nice apartment, but had turned it into a chaotic mess that by looks of it only she knew how to sort through.

Dean crept over behind the staircase and motioned for me to stay put. Yay, I'm the bait. A small foot slowly appeared at the top step. As she descended she saw me. Those bedazzling eyes full of realization and fear, and anger. She got to the bottom and stepped off. As soon as she did, Dean being the man-of-action he is, jumped out, scaring her speechless and pinned her up against a wall making her wince.

I stood up, "Dean! What the hell?!"

"She's hiding something. Whether it's about her family's names or an something else, it's hidden."

"Then give her the chance to show us." She was shaking against the wall. She looked so small and pitiful next to my brother. Him being six-two, she had to be about nine inches shorter. I had the strongest urge to stick up for her.

But then all of a sudden her shaking stopped, she stared straight into Dean's eyes and her face showed rage and mercilessness. She lifted her knee to his crotch, making him bend, then his ribs, making him double over, and finally his face, making him fall. "Son of a bitch!" He grumbled/yelled as he hit the floor. She sat quickly on top of him, pinning his feet down with hers and taking both of his hands above his head with one of hers. It all happened so fast that by the time I took two bounding steps she had a glinting dagger at his heart.

I lifted both of my hands in the air, "Whoa, hey, okay now. It's okay." I tried to calm her down.

"Um, sorry but your psychotic brother just blew my stitches and if you didn't guess already, I have a little bit of pent up anger! So no! It's not okay!"

"You don't say?!" Timing, Dean, timing. She glared down at him and sat the dagger on Dean's chest and punched him right across the cheekbone. Ouch.

"Ah! God! Jeez woman! Sammy, a little help here?"

Trying again to lighten the mood, to Dean's disadvantage, "I mean this is kind of amusing, seeing you taken down by a five four-"

"Five five," she shook her hand now adorned with cracked knuckles.

"A five five girl."

"Ugh, shut up."

"Okay now, I know you have questions and I'm sure a lot of comments, but first we need to calm down," my arms still up in the air.

"Calm down!? Calm! Down? I could've died," something flashed in her eyes, nervousness maybe. She was lying. "But you two numb nuts come along and-"

"Wait," said Dean incredulously, "You wanted to die?"

"You have no," she brought the knife back up so its tip was positioned directly above his heart again, "idea, what I've been through." If I were Dean, I'd probably be turned to stone by the glare she was giving him. "But no, I did not want to die."

I was about to start reasoning with her again, but before I could, and before she could react, Castiel appeared in between us with the flap of his wings and outstretched his fist, collecting the front of her shirt and lifting her up against the staircase railing. He stared into her eyes for a moment then suddenly shoved his arm into her abdominal areas. She screamed out in agony as the area around them began to glow a mix of colors. Cas got a look of horror and pity on his face and quickly retracted his arm and she grabbed a hold of his hands and their eyes met. They seemed to have an understanding silent conversation and he slowly let her down.

"Cas! What the hell is going on?!"

"Dean, this would be a good time for you to, shut up." He calmly stated still not taking his eyes off of Trinity's. "Where is it?"

"Where's what?" She replied breathlessly. There was that look again, she's definitely hiding something.

"The angel blade. My angel blade."

Cas, always good for spilling the beans.