This one is absolutely beautiful! I will definitely put many more Diesel/Dean intimate moments in season two. Maybe even give some non-season Diesel only hunts! And definitely Diesel being multilingual. I seem to love that. PLEASE REVIEW, REQUEST, AND FOLLOW.

Dean hung up almost immediately, his face not only grim, but broadened in frozen shock. He turned to his brother deliberately. "They've got dad."

Sam stood from the table abruptly. "Meg?" His face contorted in anger "What did she say?" Diesel placed a hand on each of their shoulders sympathetically

"I just told you Sammy." Dean said and ran a hand through his blond hair. He grabbed the Colt off the nightstand. He shouldered roughly out of Diesel's grip and practically ran to his duffel bag.

"Dean what are you doing?" Diesel inquired, moving her hand as if to turn his face, but was startled away by him turning abruptly and gripping her shoulders tightly.

"We have to go! The demon knows we're in Salvation, the demon has Dad." Dean shook her on each word. She squirmed out of his grip and suddenly all Dean could feel was a piercing, fiery pain in the right side of his jaw. He was out faster than a light.

"Diesel, you don't know if I would've taken them by myself." Diesel was driving, Sam refusing to get into an altercation as he dragged his brother into the backseat. One damn punch. She had thrown the supplies in the trunk so calmly it sent a chill down the younger Winchester's spine. He had taken shotgun, inspecting her suspiciously as she hauled herself in the front seat.

"Sam," she scolded. "If there's anything I know about that demon, is that it would of dragged your soul to hell so easily, the Devil himself couldn't have done a better job. None of us are ready to face it alone, not even me."

Sam scorched her with his eyes, tears threatening to burn his cheeks. "Then why didn't you at least help me? We could have done it!"

Diesel's fiery ruby eyes seemed to glow the more impatient she became. "I've traveled with you idiots for a while, if I was flame retardant you would've known, but that's beside the point. The real point is, no one in the little circus of ours is gonna die because one of us wants to go rogue and play hero. Not you, not me, not John, not Dean. I may not have been there for you as long as Dean has, but it's a big enough bond I think that I don't want to see you die over a problem that can be solved when we are at better strengths." She never tore her eye away from the road ahead. She wasn't supposed to feel this way about these boys. She was supposed to be their guard, nothing less, and she almost felt shame for loving them. Almost.

He looked at her in great respects. He suddenly saw the god in his dreams now; Wise and seemingly unattached, but with underlying love in all her actions. "What we need is a plan then."

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Dean woke what seemed like hours later a decent amount of blood crusted along his lips, Diesel was driving and he was in the back seat while the other two conversed in the front.

"You didn't have to knock him out." He heard Sam say halfheartedly.

"Sam, you know damn well I did, first he acts like it would make him happy if I left, then he shakes me, shakes. Me. I think I had every right to knock him out."

"I'm still amazed it still was only one punch." Sam laughed, "He was out almost immediately."

Diesel giggled, "I feel bad though, I hope it didn't hurt too much." Dean could feel the sarcasm in her voice. Dean smiled, and then groaned as the postponed headache crashed into his skull. He saw Diesel eye him through the rear-view mirror. "Awake sleeping beauty? I was beginning to think we might actually have to take you to the hospital." Her spirit seemed lighter after her recent venting of anger Dean sat up properly and rubbed sorely at his temples.

"Damn woman, what did you do?"

She laughed fully again, turning her eyes back to the road.

"Let my knuckles talk some sense into you."

"How long was I out?"

"Almost half an hour Dean." Sam chuckled again.

"Why is she driving?" Dean mumbled.

"Because after what I saw her do to you, I didn't want to fight over who gets shotgun." Sam said and gestured towards Diesel.

"We were just doing a little team bonding, you showed up late. We were discussing a plan." Diesel joked. Dean rubbed at his head again. "I was thinking, follow the demon's trail, you know? Go to Lincoln, pick up what we can from the warehouse."

"You really think these demons would really leave a trail?" Dean grumbled as his head pounded like a jackhammer.

"Do you guys know where we can get some quick help?" Diesel waved her arm about sarcastically. Sm's light bulb must have gone off because he turned and smiled back at his brother with wide hopeful eyes. They pulled over on the side of the road. "Ummm, you guys. Who exactly are we going to see?" Diesel grumbled as she got out of the car and onto the shitty highway.

Dean groaned as he got out from the car. "He basically owns the hunters library, we can explain more when we leave in the morning."

She yawned and leaned up against the impala sleepily as Dean stretched his back and legs, free from the confines of the backseat. Sam stayed in the car, his eyes beginning to drop from the long night of exertion. She slammed the car door shut and walked back to the trunk. Dean eyed her sideways. Silently, he followed her. She sat slowly on the hood, and curled herself into the fetal position to look at the stars. "Diesel," He whispered. "I'm not very good with saying this to women, never really needed to." He sat next to her and stared up at the sky. "But, I'm sorry." She laughed, and to be honest, he was a little hurt. It was the most heartfelt, and only apology he had ever given a woman.

"Dean, I don't need an apology, I punched you in the face."

He laughed with her; and the two fell into a comfortable silence with one another. However cliche it was, Dean slid closer to her, their thighs touching. He looked over, and her red eyes contrasted beautifully against the bluish gray light of the moon. Her hair caught the rays and in that moment he felt almost at home. "You're staring at me again Dean." He looked to her cheeks and grinned at the sight of her blushing.

"You deserve it." Dean grinned again.

"This cliche moment we're having here is getting out of hand." Diesel almost whispered. She turned to him. "Just kiss me already." She shut her eyelids slowly and waited for his next move. He shook his head and closed the gap between them. It was heated, quite literally. She radiated warmth and pressed her body eagerly against him, her hands fisted in his jacket. Dean parted his lips and licked along the seam of hers, barely craving for entrance. She complied, parting her lips and letting a low moan escape due to tasting Dean's blood from earlier in the process. His hands roamed, one grasping in her onyx curls while the other trailed up the length of her thigh. She cooed and gasped at his touch as It sent jolts of electricity up her spine. Intertwining their tongues with renewed fervor, Dean's hand rose to her hip, making circles with each of his fingers and lightly applying pressure. Diesel released the grip on his shirt, leaving wrinkles and let a hand travel to his shoulder while the other hand tucked itself in the neck of his shirt. She whined as the need for air reared its ugly head, and the two parted only barely their foreheads pressing closely together.

"God you're beautiful." He tucked a rogue hair of Diesel's behind her ear and leaned in for another kiss, but she beat him to it and attacked his lips. He jolted backward, but dare not part again, the hand in her hair moved with lightning speed to brace him from falling off the trunk. The hand on her hip crept upwards under her jacket and rested on her shoulder. The hand bracing him on the trunk trailed up her sides and slowly slid off the red leather garment. She shivered as the cold air hit her exposed skin. He stared with resent as he eyed the large stitches on her chest. He grazed his fingers across it slowly, gauging her pain through the faces she was making. She winced and gasped as he felt along the thin line above her breast. He looked back up at her with concerned emerald eyes. Her own were screwed shut and her breathing was starting to become erratic. He lifted his hand from her chest and caressed her cheek softly, letting the thumb rub soothingly across the skin of her cheek. She let out a soft breath and opened her eyes slowly. He smiled at her as the hand trailed down to her collarbone. Dean looked down at her gash and back up at Diesel. "I should of kicked that guys ass some more." They laughed. Not breaking eye contact, Dean leaned down and kissed across the deep cut over her heart. She sighed in relief and leaned back to give him better access. A small amount of blood leaked onto his lips and when he pulled away he licked the metallic substance off and stared back at her with a smile. She was blushing again and began to lean back in for another kiss.

A loud thump hit the back window and the two jumped in shock. Sam was still awake apparently and heard what had transpired on the hood of the trunk. "I'm still here!" The yell was muffled by the thick window. Diesel erupted in blush and ran to the back seat as Sam pulled himself back in the front cackling madly. "Just go to sleep dude." Dean mumbled and curled himself up in the driver's seat.

"If you're going to be a bad sport, then go sleep with Diesel." Sam sassed.

Dean rolled his eyes and turned back over, but not before catching a glimpse of a blushing Diesel, rolling over in the backseat.

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The brothers left the road side after they had gotten their three hours of sleep, waking Diesel and heading off to meet this mysterious librarian the brothers have been gossiping about since she was awoken out of her slumber. "His name is Robert?" Diesel inquired as they sped down the highway.

"Well, no one has called him Robert since we've known him, which is like, forever. So just call him Bobby." Sam said to her in the back seat. She lay annoyed back in her seat and stared out the window. It had been hours since they left and the trio was just then driving into a residential area. They pulled into a largely dilapidated body shop. She wondered how in the name of Ra that would be good for business. The driveway curved around back, leading to large, dirty piles of random car parts scattered about the actually very large lot. They boys got out first and seemed to fall instantly into a comfort state in their surroundings. They were quickly startled from their eased state by the violent barking of another rottweiler that had been resting while chained to a car. It stopped immediately as Diesel rose from the backseat, and seemed to be entranced with her presence. She smiled warmly at the dog and began to mumble some incoherent language as she began to walk toward him. Her face slowly became grim as the two stared at each other.

Diesel got out of the car and stretched her legs and back. When she suddenly caught the eye of one of the dogs in her command. She had been human for so long. She had forgotten what it was like to be the leader of a Greek army of beasts. She smiled at her former friend and practically ran towards him.

"Geia sou adelfí̱ psychí̱ mou , échei perásei polýs kairós apó tóte pou écho̱ gno̱rísei álli̱ gennaía eínai ópo̱s ton eaf̱tó sou ." (Hello my kindred spirit, it has been a long time since I've met another valiant being such as yourself.) Diesel smiled as she heard the voice of the spirit in her mind.

"Cerberus kýrié mou , eíste prágmati éna chárma ofthalmó̱n , ti sas férnei se af̱tí̱ ti̱n skoteiní̱ go̱niá tou dytikoú kósmou ?" (Cerberus my lord, you are indeed a sight for sore eyes, what brings you to this dark corner of the western world?) The dog cocked its head and wagged its tail against the hood of the old ford.

"ergastoún gia tis lakédes tou christianikoú kósmou. Af̱toí oi ánthro̱poi mazí mou eínai ekeínoi pou échoun epilegeí gia kápoio lógo pou den gno̱rízo̱ akóma . Eíste edó̱ gia poio lógo stratió̱ti̱ ?" (work for the lapdogs of the christian underworld. These men with me are those who are chosen for a reason I am not aware of yet. You are here for what reason soldier?) Diesel looked back at the brothers and smiled. They finally became aware of Diesel's current conversation with the dog. Dean walked up to her and lay a hand on her shoulder.

"Diesel, what are you doing?" He questioned as she continued her conversation.

"Í̱moun ésteile ti̱n prostasía ti̱s periochí̱s , af̱tós o ánthro̱pos mou eíche vretheí prin apó pollá éna chróno kai me évale na ergastoún . Eínai mia éf̱koli̱ zo̱í̱ . Allá na eíste prosektikoí agapi̱té ki̱demóna Tártara . Diaisthánomai kakó edó̱ . Na eíste epifylaktikoí ." (I was sent to protect this region, this man had found me many a year ago and put me to work. It is an easy life. But be careful dear guardian of tartarus. I sense evil here. Be wary.) Her face turned grim as she turned to Dean.

"Be wary." She whispered to him. Diesel stood then and walked towards the shop/house's front door. Leaving the brothers behind and confused.

The brothers caught up with her and knocked on the door violently as they let themselves in. The portly man she assumed was Bobby appeared out of a doorway that led into the kitchen. He was wiping his hands with a washrag. "Bobby!" They boys shouted like young excited children and ran to hug their mentor.

"Well hey boys!" The man laughed as he pushed the two off of him. He caught Diesel's eye from behind Sam. He raised and inquisitive eyebrow at Dean then turned back to Diesel. "You didn't mention her on the phone."

She made and exaggerated roll of her eyes and held out her hand. "My name is Diesel. Diesel Harper."

Bobby shoved his way through the boy's to return Diesel's formal greeting. "Bobby Singer." he smiled widely then returned to his boys. He led the three into a back room lined from floor to ceiling with books, files, papers and only Hera knows what else. "All you need on demon lore is in here, help yourselves." He gestured at a completely concealed desk in the middle of the room and left for the kitchen once again. Sam ran to the desk and planted himself amongst the books. He started searching through the papers situated on the desk. Diesel, not exactly knowing what was going on, began to walk along the walls, eyeing the hundreds of volumes stacked among the shelves. Many of the books were in different languages. Dean sat amongst some piles in the back corner of the room.

Bobby came back in several moments later and stepped up to Diesel. She had her face buried in the pages of and ancient African book on evil spirits and demons, written entirely in Swahili. "You speak it?" He said and startled her out of concentration.

She grinned to herself and quietly mumbled. "Ndiyo, naweza. Mimi kwa kweli katika baadhi ya vitabu hivi. Age` kubwa na Khonvowum . Mimi ni yao unaweza kuona. Mimi ni miungu wengine wengi kipagani. Ingawa mimi hakuweza wamekuwa mcha kwa miezi mingi . Vitabu hivi kuwakumbusha yangu ya wakati rahisi. Nilipokuwa nguvu zote ." (Yes, I can. I'm actually in some of these books. The great Age` and Khonvowum. I am them you see. I am many other pagan gods. Though I have not been worshiped for many moons. These books remind me of a simpler time. When I was all powerful.)

Bobby's eyes widened in shock as she smirked and returned to her books. Seemingly in shock, he turned back to the boys, helping them out with their research. She pulled some random books on the shelves, gods of west Africa, Norse mythology, and tucked them under arm. She cringed as the gash in her chest stung violently; she froze, her back stiff and tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Dean took notice and left his conversation with Bobby, something silver clasped to his hand. She tore off her black hoodie feverishly, as if it was covered in bugs. Her dirty tank top lie underneath. Her eyes started fill with tears as she began to check her wounds. The cut was bleeding ever so slightly, oozing out the red substance. Dean crouched next to her on the floor, "I'm sorry about Sam's hoodie. I think I got blood on it." he laughed to himself

"I wouldn't be too worried, its seen a lot more blood than yours." she smiled, but cringed again as her wound stung.

"The other gods could of at least given my powers of healing back." she whispered as her breath hitched in pain. "I can't die by any human means, but I can still be wounded, and I now have a human immune system and healing ability."

Dean looked at the wound with a scowl, as if it would disappear he hated it enough. "How bad is it?" He asked and reached out to touch the sewn up slit.

"It hurts when I do anything. Its not unbearable but it's still pain." He pulled her own hand of the cut and turned it to kiss the top.

"It won't for long." he winked at her. A loud cough sounded from a few feet over and there Sam sat, smirking like a full blown idiot. He laughed and shook his head as the other two glared daggers at him. Sam turned to Bobby, "Bobby, this book, it's amazing. I've never seen anything like it."

Bobby beamed "What? The key of Solomon?"he looked down at the elaborate painting Sam was pointing to. "Yep, it's the real deal."

"And these protective circles, they really work?" It was a star like painting encased in a circle with some type of scorpion in the middle. Thin signs and symbols surrounded it in the gaps of the star.

"Hell yeah they do, you get a demon in one, they're trapped. Like a satanic roads motel." Sam and Dean genuinely smiled for the third time in the span Diesel had been with them. "Lemme tell you something else, this is serious crap you three stepped in."

"Oh yeah? How's that?" Sam said in what Diesel assumed was obvious sarcasm, but Bobby answered anyway.

"At least, three demonic possessions maybe four every couple of months now." The three exchanged discouraged looks. "Most I ever heard of was twenty-seven in a whole damn year. More and more demons are walking among us, a lot more."

"Do you know why?" Diesel asked.

"No idea, but it seems like a storm's coming, and you boys, you're daddy, this girl of yours. You're smack in the middle of it."

After another few hours of research and toiling with paint, Diesel felt a cold chill run up her spine slowly and agonizingly. By zeus... The dog outside began to bark violently. Bobby rushed to the window, but as soon as he made it to the opening, the barking stopped. Diesel felt her anger surge for the loss of her soldier, but a cold rush surged to her head. She fell back but Dean caught her. In her head she heard the psychic screams of her fallen brother and felt the anger return out of the coldness of her head.

Meg, as cocky as ever, kicked down the door and sauntered in grinning like a madman. Dean pulled the silver flask of holy water from his jacket.

"No more crap okay?" She sighed out in annoyance. Dean lurched forward with the flask, but Meg telepathically threw him across the room before it could sear her flesh.

Diesel forgot about her headache and stood slowly. "You fucking bitch." Meg comically laughed.

"I think we both know who the real bitch here is Fido." the demon rose her hand to throw Diesel back like she did Dean, but the woman did not budge. She just lowered her her head to let out a low, menacing growl.

Meg was taken aback. "What the..?" she shook it off and turned to Sam, who was trying to shield bobby with his body. "I want the Colt Sam." she threatened "The real Colt, right. Now." Sam circled around the room with Bobby behind him. Diesel started to walk forward and Meg held up a hand. "Not another step Clifford!" She screamed, not breaking eye contact with Sam. "Or I'll throw them so far they'll be back in Oz." The goddess stopped her feet.

"It's too late Meg, we buried it." Sam said and drew the attention from Diesel for the moment.

"Didn't I say no crap Sam? I swear, after everything I heard about you winchesters, I need to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun." Diesel was suddenly pulled into another room. "And then he leaves the real gun with you chuckle heads. Did you really think I wouldn't find you?" Sam had led her into another room of the house that was even dustier with more books stacked on the walls along with another desk. Dean and Diesel appeared in the doorway behind her.

Dean slacked up against Diesel, still hurt from earlier. "Actually," he said "We were counting on it." The three looked up at the ceiling simultaneously to reveal a beautifully painted black demon trap. "Gotcha." Dean winked and cringed again. Diesel noticed.

"I'm going to go check Dean's ribs." She announced. Both Sam and Bobby nodded.

Dean internally smiled, nothing like a smoking hot goddess rubbing her hands across your chest. The two walked back into the other room. She motioned for him to sit down on the table. He sat gingerly, as if his ribs would break if he sat down to quickly. She left for a moment to the kitchen and returned with ice, a wet rag and a glass of water. "Take your shirt off."

"Oh I love the bossy ones." He grinned devilishly as he pulled off the article of clothing. She rolled her eyes as he revealed all his tanned glory. She raised an eyebrow and swallowed the lump in her throat. He was toned, not overly so, but enough to make any woman swoon. She shook off her ogling and returned to the task at hand. Diesel leaned over the table slightly to assess the damage.

Diesel was a goddamned magician, her fingers were soft and warm and Dean couldn't help his eyes rolling into his head. Until she pressed into a spot on his left side. He cringed and sucked his teeth, she jumped up to face him and they're cheeks brushed. It sent a jolt down Dean's spine. He laughed awkwardly.

"It still kinda hurts." He reached up and scratched the back of his head. Her face was only inches away from his, it was her turn for an evil grin. She connected their lips quickly and took him by surprise. She settled her hips between his legs and hands on either side of his thighs. He melted and wrapped an arm around her waist. He ground against her hips and moaned. His free hand brushed a stray hair from her face.

Diesel broke the kiss and stepped back from the table. "It won't hurt for long. It's just cracked." Her face had turned as serious as a heart attack as she flipped her dark hair and sauntered out of the room. He followed her like a lost puppy. Throwing on his multiple shirts in the process. Sam had tied up the demon in a chair and she looked poised to bite. Sam was the only one in the room now and Bobby had just walked in.

"I salted all the doors and windows." Bobby said and Diesel pulled up a chair close to the devil's trap and scowled at the spawn of hell. Bobby nudged Dean in the arm as he walked past and when the older Winchester turned to face his mentor the old man smirked and cast a look towards Diesel. He had seen them. The older Winchester cleared his throat and walked over to Sam, and the two leaned up against the table.

"If you wanted to tie me up, you could have just asked." Meg quipped. "Or maybe I wasn't the one you wanted to tie." she threw a sarcastic wink to Diesel who's face contorted in disgust.

"Where's our father Meg." Dean commanded rather than form into a question.

Meg made a face of mock consternation. "You didn't ask very nice."

"Where's our father, bitch."

"Jeez you kiss you mother with that mouth?" She gasped maliciously "Oh, I forgot, you don't." Dean's anger swelled.

"You think this is a freaking game?!" he slammed his hands on the arms of her chair. "Where is he!" they scowled darkly into each others eyes. "What did you do him?"

The demon scowled for a few more moments, then pulled her lips back into a grin to rival the one of the Cheshire Cat. She leaned in close, almost whispering in Deans ear, "He died screaming. I killed him myself."

Diesel laughed hollowly as she propped her feet up on the table. "She's bluffing." she flashed a grin to the spawn of satan. "He's still alive."

Dean wore a face a satisfaction in that moment, then back-handed the evil bitch without restraint. The demon turned her head and flipped the few stragglers of hair from her face. "That's kind of a turn on, you hitting a girl."

If that was even possible, Dean's eyes grew into a darker, more intense show of disgust. "You're no girl."

Meg motioned towards Diesel with her chin. "And you think that that animal over there is more human than I am?" Diesel stomped as she stood abruptly from the chair.

"Yo-" she was cut off by Bobby.

"Dean!" He whispered frantically, and pulled the three less experienced hunters into the next room.

"You okay?" Sam asked Dean, who was no impatiently pacing the room.

"She's a lying bitch." He muttered and returned to his adrenaline rush.

"Damn right she is." Diesel chimed and scornfully forced herself to look out a window. Sam shot a skeptical sideways look at her, but shook it off as he looked back at Bobby.

"Dean, you have to be careful with her,"

Confusion flashed on Dean's face as his mentor spoke. "Why?"

"Because she really is a girl!"

"What?" Diesel expressed with displeasure.

"She's possessed! That's a human possessed by a demon. Can't you tell?"

Dean turned to look at the restrained demon. "You mean to tell there's an innocent girl in there?" Bobby nodded curtly. "That's actually good news."

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They had found John's journal in the cumbersome pile of their bags. Diesel was begrudgingly ordered to stay in the other room, due to her "special affiliation" with the supernatural, even though she protested that her body was created for her, and she was not possessing it.

"Diesel it's for your own safety." Dean said and folded his arms across his broad chest.

"I'm over a thousand years old!" She argued, but saw his pleading look and retreated to the kitchen to pout in silence. After the boys started the ritual, Bobby came in to check if the girl was still in one piece.

"They're just trying to protect you, they've lost a lot." She sat, arms folded on the counter, but assumed a less intimidating position when she heard him.

"I'm not possessed."

"It's not that, demons are tricky things, and they all ready lost they're mom, some friends, and possibly their old man. Give 'em a break." She smiled softly to herself but was startled off the counter when she heard wild, unearthly screams coming from the next room. She charged in to the small space, just in time to see a column of black smoke erupting from the blonde girl's mouth.

"Oh, by Ra..." she heard herself mutter in ancient Egyptian. After the last of the smoke dissipated, Meg and an eerie silence were left behind. Dean noticed a small trickle of blood emerge from her mouth and drip onto her shirt.

"She's still alive!" he said in astonishment. "Call 911! Get some water and blankets!" Her and Bobby scrambled to get the assorted items. The boys hoisted the girl up off the chair as Bobby returned quickly with a pile of blankets and wet towels. Meg had a dull look in her eyes, as if she had just awoken from a long, tiring dream.

Diesel grabbed some glasses and filled them to the brim with water, it spilled to the left and right as she bounded clumsily back into the room with the wounded girl. Bobby ran back into the kitchen to call an ambulance on one of his many phones.