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Dean was in a rut, his "dream girl" was gone, his dog had run away, and his father was being hunted by a demon. Not exactly his idea of fun. Don't get him wrong he was fucking thrilled to have his old man back, but his heart ached every time he thought of his Rottweiler or his not official girlfriend, and drowning himself in other women did not ease the pain.

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Diesel was pissed; she walked amongst the cells of hell in complete and utter disdain. She worried about her boys constantly, and she missed talking with Dean. Sure she was approached by many a night of hell seeking her intimate company, but since her time back on the surface after so long, she was no longer interested. Since Crowley had brought her back to the eternal pit of Christian torture she tried to return to her normal duties. Torture souls, give Lucifer insight on the rate of demon deals, yell at the other hellhounds, checking on the gates, and being an advisor to the most evil sons of bitches in existence. She was at least a week into her old life as general of the hellhounds when Crowley summoned her back to his luxurious office. He sat alone in a black leather chair, his legs crossed and his fingers intertwined. "I see you're not in your birthday suit love." He smirked. "I have a plan pup, and I know you're going to love it." A look of pure fear flashed across her face. Crowley wasn't one for pleasant surprises. He sat up from the mahogany desk and folded his arms behind his back. "I'm sending you back to chase your squirrel." Tears of joy and hatred filled her eyes.
"Crowley you arrogant son of a bitch, if you think this is funny-"
"I found you're affair with the older of the Winchester brothers to be useful to me." THAT sounded much more like the king of crossroad demons she came to know and despise. She sat in one of his leather armchairs and winced as her armor jabbed into her side. It was old roman issue, something all the guards at the gate had to wear, as some sort of tradition of the Christian underworld. Of course being the commander of an elite squad gave her right to gold armor, with red silk for the skirt. She relaxed in the highly priced chair, and looked up at Crowley. "What's your master plan then?" He grinned devilishly.
"I can use this romance of yours to my advantage. Getting higher up in the Winchester ranks could prove one of our most useful assets." Diesel laughed sarcastically.
"Does Azazael know about this Crowley? Do the kids even know?" By the intensity of his glare she knew that this was not going to involve a certain executive advisor to Lucifer, Lord of hell.
"Defy me and the consequences will be severe, my little pup." He snapped his fingers and she was in a fresh pair of comfortable clothes. "You get up there and you shake your tail feathers off." He winked and she wasn't in hell anymore. Diesel's new boots were wet, it was shady, but still morning, and it smelled of dead rats. Must've been an alley. She stepped out from between the two buildings and saw a sign reading "Salvation Liberty Hospital" good; she at least knew the town's name.

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Dean left the hospital grinning from ear to ear. He scored the receptionist number! He laughed to himself as he folded the paper to be put in his pocket, but he never had the chance. The most beautiful woman he has ever seen was now standing not twenty feet away from him. The phone number fell to the ground as he ogled, unneeded and forgotten. It was her. There, standing in broad daylight. He faintly wondered as to why no one else was staring as intensely as he was. She was wearing the same outfit he had let her in; Red leather jacket, a black tank top, ripped skinny jeans and brown leather hiking boots. God, she was ravishing. Dean shook himself from his gaze, and the more practical side of his brain took over. She couldn't have been real. A woman that comes out of your dreams and walks in the human world cannot exist. Although, there she was, looking completely disoriented and out of place amongst these plain peasants. She turned unexpectedly towards him, as if she knew he was there. She smiled warmly and his heart soared. Her eyes were cherry red. Her long onyx hair flowed about her in the wind, and only Aphrodite herself could look any better in that moment. He walked tentatively up to her, still harboring the sinking feeling that this was some elaborate, cruel, mirage. She smiled again and laughed.
"If you take any longer I'll just leave Dean." He laughed and shook his head, but he wasn't going to waste time. He ran up to her and pulled her in by the wrist. He closed the gap immediately and they both relished in the warmth of one another. She kissed back eagerly, gripping the hand now holding hers tightly and sliding her other arm around his neck. Her lips were soft as was her skin. She smelled almost exactly the same as in his dreams, like strawberries and cinnamon, but now with a hint of smoke. The kiss was slow and loving like their last, but now Dean was in control, using his free arm to wrap tightly around the woman's waist. When the need for air started to become a prominent issue, they broke apart. Dean made a point though to pull them closer together, foreheads touching, daring her to leave his embrace again. "Hello Dean." She whispered, a hint of sadness tainting her voice. Before he could return the greeting she interrupted. "My name is Diesel." He stopped; he practically threw her off of him, and reached for the pistol in his back pocket. She calmly lifted herself from the ground and dusted herself off. "Dean, calm down, if I wanted to hurt you I would have done so. Now put the gun down before someone sees you." She raised her arms in a defeated position. He slid the gun back into his pocket as he looked at the civilians. Many were giving him glares for throwing a woman off of him, but otherwise he was alright no one seemed to notice the gun.
"This doesn't make sense; I thought you were, you know, a dog?" She shook her head as Dean spoke.
"No," she sighed "I couldn't handle it, I haven't felt human emotions in a long time and I was confused about what was the right course of action." She looked scared, Diesel's heart was pounding.
"So you admit to not being human." He scowled. She nodded as the tears filled her eyes. "What the hell are you then? Your collar had a pure silver pendant." He pointed to a necklace he hadn't noticed in the heated encounter of earlier. It was the same as the pendant on her collar. She laughed hollowly.
"It would take me a long time to answer that question. Let's just say I'm a god in at least thirty ancient empires." He was taken aback. He had just kissed a freaking pagan god. His head was spinning. He pulled a flask of holy water from his jacket and stepped forward.
"May I?" She nodded and he grabbed and pulled her hand closer to him. He gently poured the water over her palm. When it didn't burn or steam he visibly relaxed. She at least wasn't a demon. She looked up at him.
"If you want me to leave I completely understand." He smiled again.
"In this situation, a pagan god would be a shitload of help." He pecked her lightly on the cheek. He led her over to the car by the hand. "Do pagan gods even exist?" He pondered out loud.
"Pagan gods are very low level entities now. Our followers are very few and far between."

"What god were you?" He was curious.
"Cerberus in Greece, Hel in Norse, Anubis in Egypt, I could go on." He raised his eyebrows.
"Wow." They got into the car and drove back to the motel. She cleared up some things along the way and Dean slowly eased back into the comfort of her presence.
When they arrived Dean got out first. "Follow my lead" he whispered. "They find out what you are, John will shoot you on the spot. Sam might be a little understanding, especially if you're not a demon" She nodded and trailed behind him as he went inside. John and Sam had already come back. Sam was rubbing his temples sorely and squinting so Dean had assumed the two had another argument. "Dad, I found someone who can help." He earned a more than a skeptic look from his father and barely any acknowledgement from Sam. Dean motioned for Diesel to come in. John immediately pulled one of Sam's bitchfaces. She held out a hand.
"I'm an expert in demon lore Mr. Winchester." John regarded her hand as if it was the plague. She pulled her hand back awkwardly and shoved it in her jacket pocket. "My name is Diesel Harper and I would love to help you and your sons." He stood up.
"Ma'am I get it, you want to help but, this demon is more powerful-"
"Than anything you three have ever faced," Dean was astounded at her harshness. "But I have, I was a part of a roaming band of hunters, they encountered this demon themselves once, I was eight. It killed every last one of them. I managed to escape it only because my mother had placed a protective salt line around me and I promised her I wouldn't leave. The demon lost interest. Anything else?" John seemed to soften at her words. Diesel was a spectacular actress; Dean couldn't help but applaud her acting skills internally. Sam snapped out of his pain induced trance. He knowingly scowled at her.
"Diesel?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's an odd name." She winked at him. He looked confused for only a moment, but then a smile spread across his features.
Diesel, Dean, and John sat on the beds, John sitting across from the two. He questioned her on demon lore and her general know how on the happenings of myths and monsters. When she had assumed she passed the "acceptance test" John relaxed a little more. "Did you pour holy water on her and test her with silver?" Dean nodded and John finally rested his already on edge nerves. "You've got a good head on your shoulders honey; I can at least give you that." Dean let out a breath. Sam finally spoke from the kitchenette, his headache seeming to grow worse.
"I had a vision." He was rubbing even more at the bridge of his nose. The trio snapped to attention.
"A vision?" John said, his voice dripping with skepticism and confusion. Sam looked even more irritated, if that was even possible.
"Ugh, yes. I saw the demon, burning a woman on the ceiling." Diesel could sense John's overall discomfort with the situation. He turned so he was at the foot of the bed to get a better look at his son.
"And you think this is going to happen to this woman you just met because...?" John paused.
"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them." Sam finished. Then John redirected his anger towards Dean, who had gotten up and walked into the kitchenette for a beer.
"If something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me." The aura of the room immediately changed. John had hit a nerve, sensing the oncoming storm Diesel almost ran towards Dean to comfort him but it was too late. He slammed the fridge door shut and took a few angered steps towards his father, brushing past Diesel in the process.
"Call you?" He yelled "Are you freaking kidding me?"
Diesel gripped his shoulder. "Dean..." he brushed her off.
"Dad, I called you, Sam called you when I was dying," he gestured to his little brother. "But getting you on the phone, I got a better chance of winning the lottery."

Diesel tried to sedate his rage again. "Dean, please calm down."

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Dean was seething, how could his father scold him about wanting to talk about, well, anything! He was about to go into another string of rants, but the already firm grip on his shoulder tightened and Diesel's stern voice anchored him in calmer waters.
"Dean, please calm down." His muscles relaxed and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. John looked down in what both Dean and Diesel assumed was shame.
"You're right." John looked back up and Dean relaxed even more and Diesel released his shoulder. "Although I'm not crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry." Diesel shook her head.
"If what I'm hearing from Sam over there is true, there is some serious hell that family is about to go through." The group silently agreed when Sam's phone rang. He picked it up to check the number but it was blocked. He flipped it open.
"Hello?" Shock and fury hit his face faster than lightning. "Who is this?" Diesel subconsciously stepped closer to hear the mysterious caller. "Meg." Sam gritted between his teeth. John stood with the other three. "Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window." Sam stopped with a scowl and handed the phone to John.

"This is John."

Diesel sat silently in the front seat as they drove to meet John. Dean's face was concentrated and tense. Diesel brushed her hand across his cheek. "Are you alright Dean?" she questioned. He looked sideways at her and pulled off a smile.
"You're here, so that's something." She blushed as they pulled in. Being the ass that he is, he pulled her by the hand on his cheek and kissed her quickly before either of the other two men would see him. She looked flustered as they got out, cheeks as red as her eyes. Dean smirked lightly but it quickly faded when he saw his father.
"Did you get it?" John said, he was standing in front of his truck next to Sam. Dean scowled as Diesel pulled the fake Colt from her jacket wrapped in a brown paper bag.
"You know this is a trap right?" Dean said as she handed John the gun. As if it would change his dad's mind. "Why else would Meg want you to go alone?" John fake smiled.
"I can handle her, I've got a whole arsenal, holy water-" Dean cut him off.
"Dad, you got to promise me something."
"What?"
"If this thing goes south, just get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed, and you're no good to us dead." Diesel was beginning to think that was the Winchester form of "I love you" She could almost hear a swell of pride in John's chest.
"Same goes for you okay? Alright, now listen to me." He motioned for the group to move into an almost huddle. "They made the bullets special for this colt. Only four of them left, without 'em this gun is useless. You make every shot count." The three muttered their individual agreements. "I've been waiting for this fight for a long time. Now its here and I'm not going to be in it." He tossed the fake gun in his hands. "It's up to you boys now." He handed the real Colt to Sam, and Diesel felt a surge of respect for the man. She still practically hated him for all things Dean told her that he'd done to his sons, but she now understood why Dean was as docile as a cow around him. "It's your fight now, you finish what I started." She felt John's emotions sink with his words.
"You're braver than I imagined." Diesel said. John smiled at her.
"Take care of my boys will you?" She nodded and grinned back at him. John looked back to his boys.
"We'll see you soon dad." Sam said reassuringly. John nodded, "I'll see you later." He pats Sam on his shoulder. Only when John had finally piled himself in his truck and drove away Dean said "later".

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"So Diesel is it?" Sam said. She and the boys were on stakeout in front of the suspected woman's house, waiting for the accursed demon to show itself. Diesel nodded curtly. "Yes that's it" she turned to face the window.
"If you don't mind me asking, what the hell are you?" Sam never tore his eyes away from the house. She smiled to herself as Dean turned to face his brother.
"You figured out my little secret?" She laughed to herself.
"How'd you find out?" Dean asked. Sam rolled his eyes as if it were obvious.
"You really think you covered it up well? If dad had known we had a dog at all he could've pieced it together." Diesel laughed again and Dean just stared in confusion.
"You're not freaking out?"
"I had a dream about this days ago, well, not exactly; it was basically just her doing good things for people in different forms.
"She would be a shifting image of some Egyptian princess and a jackal, a queen with a shiny crown in the underworld but I couldn't see her face, she was a three headed dog in another one. I somehow always knew it was her, even though the entity changed. And I always felt safer in her presence. I just knew." The other two exchanged looks of astonishment.
"You're spot on there Sammy, Anubis, Hel, and Cerberus. It was all me. Although I haven't had many worshippers in a long time."
"Any special powers?" Sam asked curiously, and Dean also turned to her for an answer.
She thought for a moment. "I haven't been able to use death magic since I came back to earth, inhuman strength, astral projection, mind reading and the ability to shape shift into any dog of my choosing would be all that's left."
Sam's face was impressed in the murky darkness. He whistled lowly. "Dean tested you with salt, holy water and silver right?" She nodded in agreement.
It seemed like hours sitting in the cramped musty old Impala with nothing changing in the status of the houses safety. Dean had tried to call John, to pass the time no doubt, when the radio started going crazy. It was then that Diesel felt a biting cold run up the back of her spine and she involuntarily let out a low growl. The wind rushed past and howled lowly and the trees shivered in their roots.
"It's coming." Sam said and the three bolted out of the car. Dean picked the lock on the front door. Sam had the Colt, Dean had a pistol, and Diesel had a knife strapped to her hip.
The house was dark, and anyone could sense the presence of something that wasn't supposed to be there. Dean felt the urge to stay in front of Diesel, his protective instincts kicking in. The two stuck very close together as Sam charged ahead.
A man suddenly jumped out from behind a corner brandishing a wooden bat. The man swung and Sam ducked, he swung again and Diesel caught it mid-swing. Dean tried in vain to take the weapon from the man. He was much stronger than he looked. Diesel managed to press the man up against the wall only to have a pocket knife pulled on her. The man struggled to raise his arm and just as Diesel noticed the blade she was struck by the knife in the collarbone. In agony she stepped back clutching her now bloody chest. The man was just as surprised as she was. "How are you-?" He was swiftly cut off by Dean's fist connecting with his jaw.
He immediately ran to her. "Are you okay?" His voice was full of concern.

She nodded hesitantly "It won't kill me; it just hurts like a bitch." She stood straight and let go of her chest, the cut must've at least been an inch across, and deep. She ignored the fact that she was still bleeding. Dean heard a woman's scream as the mother reached the bottom of the stairs. She ran up the stairs again with ferocity and determination. Diesel and Sam exchanged a look of panic.

"Don't go in the Nursery!" They shouted in unison and they bolted up the stairs after the woman. Dean hung back for the moment to take the unconscious man outside. Sam was in the nursery first, seeing the woman beginning to be raised up the wall. A man covered in black shadow stood by the crib staring menacingly at the others with dark yellow, almost golden eyes. Diesel stood in the doorway and growled again. Sam wasted no time in trying to shoot the demon and Diesel was there to catch the woman falling off the wall. Sam tried to ease the woman out of her hysterics when Dean rushed in to grab the baby. Diesel rolled her eyes and hoisted the woman up on her shoulders, she kicked and screamed in protest but Diesel kept a firm hold on her. The brothers followed close behind with the baby.

When they got to the stairs the house burst into flame, the woman clawed at Diesel's red jacket. They rushed out of the house scorched and a little bloody but otherwise okay. Diesel placed the hysterical woman near her husband on their front lawn. Her previously unconscious husband got up groggily and disoriented. When it was clear he identified his surroundings he lunged towards Diesel screaming "Get away from my family!" Like a mantra. He was effectively halted by his wife.

"No Charlie! They saved us!" She grabbed her baby gently from Dean's arms. "They saved us…" She all but collapsed into her husband's chest. Diesel was suddenly brought back to the pain in her chest. She clutched it again and screwed her eyes shut.

"How are you—" The man was gawking at the very bloody Diesel. She felt a cold chill run up her spine again. No… it couldn't be… She turned and sure enough The demon was plainly visible from the second floor bedroom window. It definitely didn't escape the Winchesters' attention. "It's still in there Sam screamed and started to run towards the building, Dean caught him by his chest. Sam struggled as he watched the Shadow of the demon disappear into the flames. Diesel's breathing was getting heavy. She heaved as the cut in her chest bled everywhere. She fell to her knees and braced herself with the one arm on the ground.

"Dean… Sam…" She muttered weakly and finally let her arm collapse under her weight. The noises were dull afterward, and her vision was blurry and shifting. She finally let go and drifted out of consciousness.

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Dean paced the room with his phone in hand. The boys had patched up the unconscious Diesel's wound she hadn't woken up yet. She slept softly on the couch. He tried his father for the thirtieth time. "Dad answer your phone dammit!" He tossed the phone on the bed and sat next to Sam on the bed. His head hung low in thought.

"If you had let me go in there… It could of ended all this." Dean stood and faced his little brother.

"Sam, the only thing you would've ended was your life."

"You don't know that."

"So, what? You willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?"

"Yeah, you're damn right I am." Sam stood with his brother and tried to make himself menacing.

Diesel's head was burning with the most pain she had felt since before this Christian fad became popular. She opened her eyes slowly and tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in her chest prevented her from doing so. She heard shouting and muffled thumps. She turned her head and Sam had Dean pinned against a nearby wall. Diesel forced herself off the couch and roughly pulled the taller Winchester off his brother.

"I don't know what the hell is going on between you two, but if your arguing about earlier, we are all in the same boat here, don't lose your shit." Sam scowled and retreated to the kitchenette. Dean smiled a planted a quick peck to her lips.

"How are your stitches holding up?" She looked at him strangely and felt up her chest.

"I didn't know I had any until now." He laughed to himself and ran a hand across them sending a non-threatening shiver up her spine. She was about to lean in for another kiss but was stopped by the phone ringing. Dean raced to grab it, leaving Diesel waiting by the doorway.

"Hello?" Diesel could hear the pissed off answer given to him but couldn't make out any words until the woman on the other line said.

"You're never going to see your father again."

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