Chapter Two-

Sam and Dean snuck into the warehouse, only to find themselves staring into the face of three demons, and a young woman tied to a chair. She was covered in bruises, and blood was dripping down the side of her face, and down her bare stomach. She wasn't wearing clothes.

"Let her go, she has nothing to do with this!" Sam yelled.

"Oh, my dear boys, she has everything to do with this." One of the demons drawled, "She is your sister after all."

The girl looked up weakly. She looked hurt and exhausted, but her eyes sparkled faintly. Dean's heart dropped into his stomach. She had John's green-brown eyes. He had seen her room. She had to be a Winchester. And even she had been roped into the horrible life of a hunter.

"I'll kill her, if you don't cooperate," the demon threatened. "And she knows I'm not bluffing. We've become quite good friends, haven't we? And yet she won't tell me anything," he sneered, running his hand across and down her face.

Dean felt his face heating up and a ball of fire sink in his stomach. It didn't make sense, he didn't know her, but he did know that she was scared of that demon, and that she shouldn't have be scared of anyone.

"Just let her go!" shouted Dean. "Do whatever you want, just let her go!"

"Dean," Sam whispered.

"No, Sam, she is not dying for us."

"I know, I'm just asking if you have a plan."

"Of course I do Sammy."

"Enough!" the demon bellowed. "You have thirty seconds before she dies!"

"Just run! Leave me, just go!" she shrieked.

Dean looked at Sam and raised his eyebrows. Sam nodded in understanding, and charged the demons. Dean ran and pulled the fire alarm, spraying holy water down on all of them. The demons' skin hissed and burned.

Sam chanted the exorcism.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.

Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te.
cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare."

The black smoky souls pushed out of their bodies and hurried away. Sam rushed over to Abelia and untied her, showing the bloody burns on her skin where the ropes had been. Dean turned off the water, and wrapped her in his jacket. She screamed when Dean grabbed her wrist to pull it through the sleeve.

"Y-you weren't supposed to come here, you idiots!" she said.

"Hey! We just saved your life!" fumbled Sam.

"You put yourselves at risk! They could have killed you!" she yelled.

"What's your last name?" asked Dean suddenly.

"Winchester. Why?" she replied.

"Then you know exactly why we came for you, and you know that family doesn't get left behind."

"You weren't supposed to know about me yet. I was supposed to find you, not have you save me," whispered.

"It's fine, really," said Sam. "It's not a bit deal."

She sniffed softly.

"Do you guys have any clothes I could borrow? I fairly sure they burnt my house down," she asked, ashamed.

"Sure we do. Sammy, run out and grab my bag, would you? She's closer to my size."

Sam left them in the warehouse, and closed the door softly behind him.

"What did they do to you?" asked Dean.

"I'm not entirely sure. I think I passed out for most of it. I've got a gash across my stomach, some burns, some scratches, and a ton of bruises."

She pushed back her hair to reveal large bruises in the shapes of fingers wrapping around her throat.

"Son of a bitch," Dean breathed.

"It's not a bad as it looks."

Sam walked back in, carrying Dean's duffle bag, and the first aid kit.

"We'll get you fixed up in no time," said Sam smiling.

"And then what?" she asked.

"You'll come with us," Dean decided. "We'll keep an eye on you."

"Okay," replied Abelia, a smile on her face.

"Now just bear with me, but how did you become a hunter?" asked Sam. "I mean, we've heard rumors, but what's the story?"