32

We spent a few days on the road and then stopped at a hotel for some proper sleep, getting a double room. I had fallen asleep first, sleeping most of the day. I got up in the middle of the night and told Sam I was gonna go and get some food. I kissed his cheek as he fell back asleep.

I left and walked to a 24 hour diner and ate. As I was about to open the hotel door I heard a shotgun from inside. I hurried inside and saw two guys standing over Sam and Dean… both dead.

My heart hammered and my pendant burned against my chest. I faced the two guys.

"Who are you?" One said aiming his shotgun at me.

I forced the tears down as I faced him, "The woman you just pissed off." I said as my dagger formed in my hand.

"What the-!"

They took aim and I knocked the shotgun aside from one of them, bullets skimming my thigh. The other one took aim, hitting my leg again before I knocked the guns out of their hand. My energy was draining fast. They ran out. I closed the door with my power and pulled out my phone as I pulled myself up and looked at my leg, the bullets seemed to mostly just skim my thigh, but left it bleeding badly.

I got to the bed and checked Sam, not breathing and the tears streamed. I collapsed on the bed beside Dean as I checked him, also not breathing.

"Come on, baby." I said through the sobs.

I dialed Castiel's number, my vision blurring, my power draining. "Castiel!" I yelled into the phone before I dropped it.

Castiel appeared, "Dee! What happened?" He leaned over Sam and Dean.

"What does it look like?! Help them!"

"I don't have that power anymore. But I know who does." He looked at my leg. "You need to tend to that."

Castiel moved me to the sofa, propping my leg up on the table as he ripped my jeans above the wounds. "I can't heal you."

"I know. It doesn't matter, if you can't save them. Just get my first aid kit from my bag and you get them back to me!"

Castiel did as I told him to. He disappeared, saying he would make sure he went to them and got them to do what they needed to in order to get back to me. I fought the tears as I grabbed a shirt of Dean's on the sofa and shoved it in my mouth as I turned on the lap beside me and got the bullets out of my leg, my hand shaking from the effort and my body practically spasming from the pain, unable to remove all the bullets.

I ended up passing out from the pain of digging into the wounds to remove the bullets.

I woke up to Castiel to gently slapping my cheek. I sat up, he had bandaged my leg, but it was already bleeding through it.

"I've talked to them. They're going to get back. They've said just hold on." Castiel said softly as he sat beside me.

I felt weak, my pendant still burning against my chest. "Cas…" My voice was weak, my throat dry.

"You have to hold on, Dee." Castiel said.

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"It's still night. Not long. I wasn't gone too long." He stood up. "I have to go though." He set a bottle of water beside me.

"Cas, how long will it take to get them back?"

"For them it will feel longer, for you… it should be by morning. Just hang on until then." Castiel disappeared.

I carefully moved a chair between the beds and kept glancing back and forth between both of them lying there dead, the tears started again. "Come on, guys. You have to get back to me. I can't do this without you… both of you." My voice cracked as I sobbed.

My heart felt like it was breaking, literally. My chest was in pain. This had to be what it had felt like for them when they thought I had been dead. I understood their pain a bit more now.

If Castiel hadn't told me that they would be coming back to me, somehow, I would've already taken a gun to myself and ended the pain breaking my heart.

At some point I fell asleep in the chair and woke up gasping for breath for some reason, and feeling even weaker than before. I glanced outside, the sun was rising. How much longer could I sit in the room with their dead bodies, before I gave up hope? How long would I survive without them? Would I even want to? I couldn't see a life without them, now or ever.

I started to cry again. A strange sound like a strong wind filled the room and then Sam sat up gasping.

"Sam!" I jumped from the chair and threw myself into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

Tears streamed from my face as the pendant suddenly settled to warm.

"Oh, God, Dee!" Sam held my face and wiped my tears.

I heard another wind like sound and Dean sat up gasping. Forgetting my wounded leg I jumped from Sam and to Dean. He wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"Dee! Thank God!" He moved me more to his lap and I whimpered. "What?" he looked at my leg. "Dammit! Why didn't Castiel heal you or something?" He said seeing that the bandage was already soaked with blood.

"He can't."

"What happened?" Sam said moving to the bed with us.

"The guys that were here. I wasn't exactly ready for a shotgun to be aimed at me. I didn't have a gun. Only my dagger. But…" I winced as Sam removed the bandage. "I was weak, my energy was draining without you two here."

Dean kissed my forehead. "We're here, baby. Don't worry."

"Dee, there's still bullets in there. Can we heal you with them in there?" Sam asked.

"No." I said. "I tried to get them out, but ended up passing out."

"Let's get her into the bathroom. Grab the whiskey and first aid kit." Dean said as he lifted me gently into his arms.

I wrapped my arms around him. "I'm sorry I left. If I had been here-"

"Shh, none of that now. If you had been here they probably would've killed you too. That was the one relief when I woke up and they were there. Sam said you had left. Then when Castiel said I had to follow the road to get back to you… He didn't exactly tell me that you were bleeding out. Just said that your life was tied to ours."

He laid me on the bathroom floor after turning the light on. "So, apparently, God's not exactly on our side, certainly not on your's."

"What did I ever do to him?" I said with a mock scoff.

"Not sure, but we're kind of on our own in this." Dean said as Sam sat down with us.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"For some reason, God thinks you're siding with Lucifer." Sam said. "He's not intervening with us anymore. We're on our own here."

Dean moved to my leg, putting a towel under it. "This is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch, Dee." He said.

"It already does." I replied as he handed me the whiskey and took a few chugs.

Sam sat behind me, his arms over my shoulders, my hands gripped his shoulders from behind as I braced for the pain.

Dean leaned over my leg. "Wait, wait." I said picking up the bottle and downing a good third of it before setting it back down. I nodded.

Dean dug his fingers into the open wounds to pull out the remaining bullets. I gritted my teeth and tried not to scream. Sam held me in place, his lips against my shoulder.

Dean got three out, "You're doing great, Dee."

"I'd being doing better if you'd hurry up!" I yelled, picking up the bottle again and downing more.

Dean chuckled. "I'm going as fast as I can, love."

A half hour later, all the bullets were out. I passed out before he got the last one out. I woke up to Dean leaning over me brushing my cheek. "There we are. Good girl. Stay with me now, babe."

I nodded as he sat me up. Sam was finished wrapping the gaping wounds up, but they weren't bleeding that bad.

"Alright, Sam you get us packed up."

San nodded and gathered the first aid kit up and left, closing the door behind him.

Dean wiped the blood up with a towel and I sat up seeing that my jeans were fully removed now.

"Are we leaving now?" I asked, feeling a bit dizzy from the amount of whiskey hitting my system.

"Not without a quickie." He smirked at me.

I chuckled, "I can live with that."

He picked me up and set me on the counter as he stood between my legs. His shirt was all bloody from him being shot and I lifted it over his head and tossed it aside. He wrapped his arms around me and brought his lips to mine. I kissed hungrily, feeling the relief of his live body between my legs flood my veins.

I started to cry, softly, little tears falling. He cupped my cheek, "No more tears, babe. We're fine. All of us. Back together again. You're the only thing holding us together, hun."

"You were both dead." I said softly.

He wrapped me in his arms. "I know, baby."

I clung to him, feeling the pendant calmly pulsing as his energy flowed slowly. I pulled away and brought my lips to his. He deepened the kiss and pulled my shirt off. He was gentle, only having time for a real real quick 'quickie'.

He got in clean clothes and asked what I wanted to wear. "Just bring me my blue dress. It's just in the trunk right now. Jeans will hurt like a bitch to get on."

He did and I pulled it over my head. "Still not healed?"

"No, but it's not bleeding out anymore. It can wait." I said as he lifted me into his arms and carried me out. "I can walk."

Out in the room he set me down, but I couldn't put any pressure on the leg and I winced. "That's what I thought. Just let me carry you."

I nodded and he lifted me back into his arms. Sam opened the passenger's side door and Dean set me down gently. I scooted to the middle and Sam sat down beside me. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me against him gently. Dean spoke with Castiel outside the hotel door.

"How bad is it now?" Sam asked.

"I didn't exactly look, but it's not bleeding anymore. Still hurts though."

Sam lifted my chin up and kissed me passionately, taking my breath away. A rush of energy ran through my veins. "Better?" He smirked.

"Yes." I pulled him back and kissed him just as deeply as he had kissed me. Another rush flowed through my veins, alleviating some of the pain.

I leaned against him as Dean entered the driver's side. We drove until dark and got a hotel room. I was able to walk inside by myself, leaning against Sam.

"I'll run and get us food… taking my time." Dean said with a smirk.

"Dean…" I said as he leaned down to kiss my cheek.

He opened his jacket showing me the revolver I bought for him, "Don't worry I'm armed."

I nodded and kissed him briefly. He left.

Sam picked me up and carried me to one of the beds. He set me down and I pulled off the dress and then pulled him eagerly toward me. When we were done my leg was healed and I took a shower. By the time I was out, I knew something was wrong.

"Sam, get dressed." I said quickly as I got dressed.

"What's wrong? Dean's not even back yet." Sam said.

"Just get dressed." I said as I quickly got dressed and braided my wet hair.

I picked up my phone and called Dean. "Where are you?"

"On my way back, babe, calm down." He said. "What's wrong?"

"There's demons here. I can feel them." I said, making Sam freeze for a moment and then hurry up even faster to get dressed and gather our things.

"Uh, where?" Dean said.

I closed my eyes and focused my power. "Dean! They're everywhere. This town is full of them!"

"Shit! I'm almost there, get ready to leave."

I hung up and put my boots on as I checked my revolver and put on my holster and slipped it in. Sam tossed me another handgun and I slipped it into the other holster.

"You sure you're up to this?" Sam asked.

"We don't have a choice, but this time, yes I am." I said with a smile as I unsheathed my dagger.

Sam handed me my bag and took his and Dean's. I slung my bag over my shoulder and we went out.

Black eyes all around us turned and faced us. One charged at me and threw out my power, knocking the demon from the guy. More charged at me and a few pulled out guns.

"Sam! Get behind me!" I yelled and he did.

I split my dagger into two and spun them out in front of me. The demons fired, my daggers blocked as I pulled out the guns and fired at the ones firing at me and killed them. Other demons moved to pick up the guns that were dropped. I slipped my guns in the holsters and ran for the fallen guns, my daggers blocking demons from attacking me.

I picked up one fallen gun and shot another demon reaching for a different gun. I picked up that gun and fired at more. They kept coming. The guns were empty I tossed them.

I willed my daggers back to my hand as I saw the impala driving up. I spun my daggers and somehow stabbed them through the concrete sending out a wave of my energy and expelling all the demons in range.

Sam slipped into the backseat leaving the front for me. More demons surrounded me, walking around the pile around me of unconscious bodies I already exorcised.

"Dee!" Dean yelled.

I ran toward the impala, ducking a demons attack and stabbing it with my dagger, it screamed and a sound of thunder filled the air. I got back to my feet and kicked one away. I stabbed two more on my way to the car and spun my daggers, then sheathed them as I slid into the seat.

"Go!"

Dean took off, the streets were full of demons.

"Drive faster, Dean!" Sam yelled from the back seat.

"I can't! Are you two alright?" Dean said as he tried to weave through the full streets.

I pulled out the handgun from the glove box and moved out the window, sitting on the door as I aimed at the demons in front of us, so that Dean could drive around them.

I pulled out my revolver and tossed it back to Sam, "Reload! Bullets in my bag!" I felt him move to sit by my feet, holding my legs in as he went through my bag.

I pulled the other handgun out and fired two at once. When my clips were empty I dropped them inside the car and felt Sam hold two on my legs. I slammed the guns over them and took aim, looking for leg wounds to down them and not kill them unless I had to.

More were coming and blocking the road I got out and fired until they were out and tossed them in the car, Sam tossed me my revolver. I unsheathed my dagger and walked in front of the car. The energy was flowing erratically through me and I knew I had the energy to spare.

I heard a chat to the side of me, knowing it as an exorcism. I spun my dagger and slammed it to the ground knocking the surround bodies down as the demons were expelled.

"Whoa! Who are you?" The guy that had chanted said.

"Names Dee." We were clear for the moment. "Who are you?"

"Rob."

Dean and Sam got out, "Looks like we're in the same line of business." Sam said.

Dean talked but I closed my eyes and sent my power out searching for more demons. "Dean! More are coming!"

"Follow us!" Rob said.

"Let's go Dee." Dean said.

I nodded and slid into the passenger's side, pushing Sam to the middle. I reloaded my guns and put them in my holsters as we followed Rob in a truck. The sun was rising as I emptied my revolver of the shells and reloaded it.

"Damn, Dee! That was pretty hot!" Dean said.

"Uh, yeah, not to mention what she did at the hotel before you got there!" Sam added.

We pulled up to a church I grabbed my bag and exchanged the clothes in there for the bullets in the trunk and slung it over my shoulder, thankful that I had purchased a smaller bag.

Dean took my hand as we headed into the church. We got inside and the pastor was at the front performing a… wedding.

"Wedding?" Sam scoffed. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, we've had eight so far this week." A guy named Paul said.

The crowd cheered and Rob pulled the pastor aside and talked to him. They walked toward us.

"So, Rob tells me that you boys hunt demons and you're in the presence of an angel." He said smiling at me.

"I'm not an angel." I said shaking my head.

"I watched you expel an entire crowd of demons with your powers!" Rob said.

"Uh, yeah, but I'm not an angel."

Dean chuckled and pulled me toward him as he wrapped an arm around me, "She's got power, but she's no angel. I can vouch for her on that one. As can my brother."

"So, any idea why they're here?" Sam asked.

The pastor shook his head, "They sure seem to like us though. Follow me."

We followed the pastor into the basement where people were assembling bullets and readying guns. "What is this?"

"Not what you expected?" the pastor asked.

"Is everyone in the church helping?" I asked.

"Everyone in the town. We started getting attacked we had to do something."

"Why not call the National Guard?" Sam asked.

"We were told not to." The pastor said.

"By who?" Sam asked.

He didn't answer. "Come on, Padre. You're as locked and loaded as we've ever seen."

I stepped away and then a girl stepped toward me, "You're Dee!" she said. "It's alright dad. They're Sam and Dean Winchester and that's Dee, their warrior. I'm Leah." She smiled. "They're safe," She said to the pastor. "I know all about them."

"You do?" Dean asked.

"Sure from the angels."

"The angels. Awesome." Dean said.

"Don't worry. They can't see you here. The… marks on your ribs, right?" Dean nodded, eyeing her, "And you they can't see at all." She said to me.

"Good to know." I replied.

"So, let me guess you get migraines and flashes of lights before you see something?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, you'd you know?" Leah asked.

"Not the first prophet we've met. You are the cutest though." Dean said.

The pastor eyed him and Dean pulled me closer to him, "Total meant that respectfully, I'm happily taken."

The pastor nodded.

"Can I see it?" Leah asked me.

"Uh, see what?" I asked confused, and for some reason not really trusting her.

"The dagger. The angels said you had a dagger that you can make appear and disappear that helps you channel your power." She looked excited.

"Um, sure." I unsheathed the dagger and showed her. She didn't touch it, but just looked.

The pastor stepped back, "That's unbelievable!"

"No, dad, it's love. Right? That's how your power works, love from both of them, right?" Leah asked.

"Um, yeah." I said as I sheathed the dagger again.

"I need a drink." Dean said.

Paul stepped forward. "Come on," he chuckled. "I've got a tavern."

We followed Paul not far from the church to the tavern. Sam took out his phone to call Castiel. I sat down beside Dean.

"How you feeling, babe? You've done a lot? And it wasn't that long ago that you were shot in the leg."

Paul handed me a bottle and another to Dean. "You're really a warrior? No offense, but you're really pretty to be a fighter."

"Uh, thanks, and yes, I'm their warrior." Paul stepped away and grabbed another beer as Sam sat beside me.

"I'm fine." I said to Dean. "Actually, feeling really good."

"Good. You get ahold of Cas?" He asked Sam.

"Yeah, I left him a message. I think. So uh, what's your theory? Why all the demon hits?" Sam said.

"I don't know. Gank the girl? The prophet, maybe?" Dean asked softly.

"Dean." I said shaking my head.

"What?" Dean asked putting his beer to his lips.

"Just these angels are sending these people to do their dirty work." Sam said.

"Yeah. And?" Dean shrugged.

"And they could get ripped to shreds." I added.

"Yeah, what Dee said." Sam added.

"We're all gonna die, Sam." Dean said. "In like a month- maybe two. I mean it. this is the end of the world, but these people aren't freaking out. In fact, they're running to the exit in an orderly fashion. I don't know that that's such a bad thing."

I got up and walked away shaking my head. I felt a presence of demons, farther off, but gathering in numbers.

Church bells tolled and I looked up. Dean came up behind me, "Apparently, Leah's had a vision. Let's go see what it is."

"I don't need to. Pastor said she has vision that tell them where the demons are. I already know." I said turning to him.

"Then let's get back up." Dean said following Sam into the church.

For some reason knowing that God wasn't on my side for whatever reason made me not want to enter the church, for any reason. I waited by the car and Dean and Sam came out.

"Looks like you're one step ahead of the prophet, love. Get in." Dean said.

I climbed in and we drove right to where I felt them. I got out and unsheathed my daggers and headed right for the center of them. There were a few others with us, chanting Enochian Exorcisms.

I didn't bother with words I let my dagger expel them. I spun and dodged an attack and after a while we dwindled them down.

I heard a scream and turned seeing a kid named Dylan killed by a demon. I threw my dagger at it and it crumpled. I walked toward Dean.

"Dylan!" Dean said closing the kid's eyes.

"This is why these people shouldn't be out here!" I said, taking my dagger back and sheathing the two.

"He was just a kid!" Dean yelled.

"Yeah, I know! Even more reason why these people shouldn't be out here!" I said feeling a bit angry that we had even let any of them go with us.

We drove back to the church and Sam and Dean entered in I stayed out, crossing my arms. Eventually , Sam came out and we headed back to the bar. "Dean said to meet him back at the hotel."

Inside the bar was empty. "What happened?"

"Yeah, once Leah's vision banned everything everyone left. Wanna help me kill some inventory?" Paul asked.

"Only if you break out the whiskey." I said.

He chuckled, "For being a 'warrior of God' you're not very religious are you?"

"No one said anything about me being a warrior for God. I fight for my guys and with my guys." I said kissing Sam on the cheek.

"Whoa, wait… you're with both of them?" Paul laughed.

"Uh, yeah. It's kinda a package deal." Sam said with a smile.

"Guess we're all going to hell then!" He handed me a bottle of whiskey and I opened it and downed it from the bottle. "I was gonna ask it you wanted a glass, but I guess not. Damn, you are not what I expected."

I smiled, "I get that alot."

"Noticed you're not the praying type." Sam said.

"Yeah, well, between you and me, neither are half those guys. A couple months back, they're all in here, getting wasted, banging the nanny. Now they're all Warriors of God. Look, there's sure as hell demons. And maybe there is a God. I don't know. Fine. But I'm not a hypocrite. I never prayed before and I ain't starting now. If I go to hell, I'm going honest. How 'bout you?" He asked Sam.

"What about me?" Sam asked.

"Not a true believer, I take it." Paul said.

"I believe, yeah. I do. I'm just… pretty sure God stopped caring a long time ago."

I wrapped my arm around Sam's neck and kissed his cheek, his arm went around my waist.

"What about you, sweetheart?" Paul asked.

"Oh, I believe, but I know for a fact that God's kind of turned his back on me. So, what's the point. If I'm going out, I'm gonna doing it fighting and living my life the way I want to."

"I can drink to that!" Paul said.

I took a big drink of the whiskey.

"Wow! You can drink!"

"She can do everything." Sam said with a smile.

"So, what do you guys do then when you're not running off stupidly after demons?"

"Nothing, towns cut off. Cell towers, internet, cable… everything, gone. To keep the outside corruption from the town." Paul replied.

"Seriously? Wow, that sucks." I replied. "You at least have music?"

Paul chuckled and bent over turning on a CD. "Good enough for you, darling?"

I nodded and got up and danced by myself. I didn't care. This town was full of hypocritical bull crap and yet I still felt the need to stay and help with the demons because I didn't think it was right to leave these people to fend for themselves. I was secretly cursing my good heart.

God had already turned his back on me why should I care about a town full of God fearing people hoping to get into heaven. I wasn't ready for this world to end yet. I wasn't ready to leave, and I sure as hell, wouldn't be going without a fight.

After a while, Paul said curfew was coming up and we had to leave. I took a few more gulps of the whiskey and put it on the counter as Sam wrapped an arm around me and we headed to the hotel.

"This is crazy!" I said. "This whole town."

"Yeah, I know." Sam said.

"No, I mean… something doesn't feel right." I stopped and knew something was off.

"Dee?"

"We need Castiel." I said.

"Yeah, well, I left him a message." He tugged me back to walking.

We got to the hotel and Dean was laying on a bed. "Where you two been?"

"Drinkin'." Sam replied.

"You rebels." Dean chuckled.

"We'd have had more, um, but it was curfew." Sam said.

"Right." Dean replied.

"You hear they shut down the cell towers?" Sam asked.

I plopped on the other bed. "No cable or internet either. Total cut off from the outside corruption."

"That's, uh, news to me." Dean said.

"Don't you get it? They're turning this place into some kind of fundamentalist compound." Sam said as he sat on the bed leaning back against me.

"No, I get it." Dean said in a nonchalant tone that for some reason really ground my gears.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"I get it. I just don't care." Dean said.

Sam sat up, "What?"

"What difference does it make?" Dean asked.

"It makes a hell of a-" Sam took a breath, "At what point does this become too far for you? Stoning? Poisoned kool-aid? the angels are toying with these people!" Sam said, growing angry.

Dean shrugged, "Angel world, angel rules, man."

I stood up, "And since when is that alright with you?"

"Since the angel's got the only lifeboats on the Titanic. I mean, who exactly is supposed to come along and save these people? It was supposed to be us, but we can't do it."

Sam glanced at me, "So, what? You wanna… you wanna just stop fighting, roll over?" He asked.

"I don't know, maybe." Dean said.

"Don't say that." I said.

"Why not?" He looked at me.

"Because you can't do this." Sam replied.

"Actually, I can." Dean said.

"No, you can't. You can't do that to us." I said.

"We've all got one thing keeping us all going and that's each other. If you quit Dean… We can't do this alone." I said.

Dean got up and walked toward the door.

"Dean." Sam said.

"I got to clear my head." Dean said leaving.

"Should we go after him?" I asked Sam.

He shook his head, "Let him have some time."

I turned and looked at the door. I sighed and turned around. Sam was leaning his elbows on his knees and looking at the floor.

I walked over to him, he looked up, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head against my stomach. I tugged his head back and he looked up at me, I moved to straddle his lap.

"We'll figure this out." I said as he wrapped his arms tighter around me.

"Don't you need both of us?" Sam asked softly.

"Yes." I replied as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Sam brought his lips to mine and kissed me in a desperation. His hands slid under my shirt and pulled it over my head. I could deal with a distraction.

His fingers unhooked my bra as he trailed kisses over my shoulder.

"I got your message." Castiel said randomly appearing behind us.

I scrambled off Sam's lap, rehooking my bra as he tossed me my shirt.

"It was long, your message. And I find the sound of your voice grating." Castiel said, a bit… drunk.

"Oh, my God! Castiel, are you drunk?" I asked slipping my shirt over my head.

"No!... Yes." Castiel admitted.

"What the hell happened to you?" Sam asked

."I found a liquor store." Castiel replied.

"And you drank the whole store?" I asked, joking.

"Yes." Castiel replied.

"Whoa." Sam helped him to sit down. "There you go. Easy. Are you okay?"

"Don't ask stupid questions." Castiel said and I chuckled. "Tell me what you need."

Sam told him what we knew and how a prophet was helping them.

"Who?" Castiel asked.

"Leah Gideon." I replied. "But something's off about her."

"That's because she's not a prophet." Castiel said.

"Then what is she?" Sam asked.

"The whore of Babylon." Castiel replied.

"Wait, as in kind of like a demon?" I asked.

"Not really, but similar." Castiel said.

"That's why she wouldn't touch the dagger." I said turning from them. "We have to find Dean."

"Yeah. Let's go." Sam said as I put my gun holsters back on and my jacket.

We split up and spent a few hours looking, returning back to the hotel when we couldn't find him. I paced the room as Sam sat on one bed while Castiel laid down.

The sun was up and I was growing nervous, "Maybe I should go out and look for him again." Just as I turned to head to the door, it opened.

Dean walked in, covered in blood.

"Oh, God, Dean!" I went to him, lifting his shirt.

"It's not my blood. Paul's dead." Dean said.

"What?!" Sam and I said together.

"Jane shot him." Dean replied.

"It's started." Castiel said sitting up.

"What's starting? Where the hell have you been? Dean asked Castiel.

"On a bender." He replied.

We told Dean what we knew about Leah and the real Leah was probably dead and right now in her place was the whore of Babylon.

"What about the demons attacking the town?" Dean asked.

"They're under her control." Castiel said.

"And the enochian exorcism?" Dean asked.

"Fake. It actually means, 'you, um, breed with the mouth of a goat. It's funnier in Enochian." Castiel replied.

"So the demons smoking out- that's a con? Why? What's the endgame?" Dean asked.

"Kill innocents in God's name." Castiel replied. "It's already started."

"Then how do we end her?" I asked.

"I'll need some time." Castiel said disappearing.

"Great! What do we do in the meantime?" I plopped on the bed.

"I'm gonna shower." Dean said walking to the bathroom.

Sam laid down beside me. "Can't you just go in there with you dagger and do your thing?"

"She wasn't afraid of my dagger, she just wouldn't touch it. Something tells me that my dagger won't kill her." I said with a sigh.

"You should get some sleep." Sam said leaning up on one elbow to look at me.

"How am I supposed to sleep?" I got up and realized the shower wasn't going yet.

I knocked on the door and Dean opened it. I stepped inside, he hadn't even taken his shirt off yet. "Dean, are you alright?"

"No, no I'm not." He said.

I closed the door behind me and walked toward him. "Let's get this shirt off of you." I pulled it over his head.

"Dee… I need you." He said softly.

"I'm right here, Dean." I said, putting my hands on his chest.

He pulled me to him, "Leah… the whore… whatever, she said that you weren't meant for me. That this was a lie."

I smiled warmly, "Hun, she lied. That first night in the bar when you kissed me, I knew I was meant for you. Granted I didn't know it would include Sam, but I knew I was meant to be with you. Is that why you've been acting so weird?"

"I don't know." He said.

I wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him down to meet my lips. He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over and set me down on the sink. He quickly removed my clothes and literally took me like I was his salvation and he needed me quickly.

I was gasping and trying not to be too loud, since I knew Sam was in the next room. Every thrust of his hips was hard and intoxicating, a bit rough, but I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. My body seeming to explode with energy flowing through my veins from him.

Our bodies shuddered in an explosive release and his lips caught my moan as he held me to him tightly. He kissed down my cheek and neck and then just held me. "I love you, Dee." He said softly. "So, much."

"I love you, too, Dean." I said, still trying to catch my breath. "I think this bathroom sex is starting to seem more appealing to me."

He chuckled, "You kind of like it a little rough, don't you?" He smirked.

I kissed him and then he pulled away getting in the shower. I got in with him. He wasn't expecting me to, but he turned and wrapped his arms around me.

We got cleaned up and got out. Sam had left a note saying he was running to get food and Dean and I were getting dressed to go get him when he came back.

He tossed us each a sandwich. I ate half mine and laid down on one of the beds. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

A few hours later Dean woke me up. It was dark outside and Castiel had returned. We stood around a table and he set down a wooden stake. "The whore can be killed with that. It's a stake made from a cypress tree in Babylon."

"Great. Let's ventilate her." Dean said.

"It's not that easy." Castiel said.

"It never is." I added.

"The whore can only be killed by a true Servant of Heaven." Castiel said.

"Servant, like…" Dean shook his head.

"Not you. Or me. Sam, or course, is an abomination." Castiel said and the guys looked at me. "Not Dee either. Do you think sleeping with both of you makes her a Servant of Heaven? God's even turned his back on her."

I winced and Sam wrapped an arm around my waist.

"It'll have to be someone else." Castiel said.

"The pastor!" I said. "If he's not a true Servant of God then we aren't going to find anyone else."

"That's a good idea." Castiel said.

"You'll have to bring him to us though." I said.

Castiel nodded and disappeared. A few moments later Castiel returned with the pastor.

"What the hell was that?" He asked, stepping away from Castiel.

"Yeah, he wasn't lying about the angel thing. Have a seat, Padre. We got to have a chat." Dean said.

We told him what we knew and Dean held out the stake. The pastor looked at his and shook his head. "No, she's my daughter."

"I'm sorry, but she's not. She's the thing that killed your daughter." Dean said.

"Guys, let me try." I leaned toward the pastor. "I've never done this before, but if you'll let me?"

He looked at me, "What?"

I brought my hand to his cheek and closed my eyes, I let little bursts of my energy flow into him, merely to calm him. I searched his memories. I found what I needed and pulled my hand away. He looked at me.

"You believe us, about her not being your daughter. You know that your daughter would never condemn someone to death, no matter what. She even threatened you. Would your daughter really do that?" I looked at him.

"How did you-?" He sighed. "It's just… Why does it have to be me?"

"You're a Servant of Heaven." Castiel said.

"And you're an angel." The pastor said.

"A poor example of one." Castiel replied.

"What about her? I thought she was a warrior of God." the pastor pointed toward me.

"I'm a warrior for Sam and Dean, not God. He turned his back on me, not that I ever did anything to him, but hey, what're you gonna do?" I shrugged. "It's gotta be you. And if you don't a lot of people are going die and the rest… condemned to hell."

"But if she's been controlling the demons and the exorcism wasn't even working… what if she calls more?" The pastor asked.

"You leave that up to me. Those exorcism might have been a con, but my daggers aren't." I said.

He nodded and took the stake. I headed outside and we got ready.

"She'll probably try to swarm the church with demons, once she knows that we know. They won't stop until they feel her death, then they'll flee." Castiel said.

"Then I stay outside the church and fight them off. You all go inside and end her."

Dean walked up to me handing me loaded guns with salt rounds. I stuck them in my holsters. Sam handed me my revolver and then filled my pockets with bullets and extra clips.

Sam kissed my cheek and walked away.

Dean wrapped his arms around me, "You're the best thing in this world. I wish you had a better life than this."

"Dean? Why are you talking like that?"

He shook his head and kissed me, "Good luck. We'll end her quickly, you just survive."

I nodded, but something didn't feel right. We got in the impala and headed to the church. They rest went inside I stood outside, alone. Energy coursing through my veins. I closed my eyes and threw out my power, it wasn't long before I felt them coming.

I readied my daggers, letting them float beside me and saw them coming. I pulled out my guns, one in each hand, my revolver still in my jeans in the front. I aimed and unloaded the rounds, I reloaded and unloaded the rounds again. They were moving in faster I reloaded and looked up as one charged at me, my dagger stopping it just barely.

I unloaded the rounds and dropped them, pulling out the revolver, I fired those rounds and holstered it. I grabbed my daggers in each hand and started slashing, when they got too close to the door I slammed my dagger in the ground sending out a wave on my energy, clearing the door safely again.

They were coming fast and I hoped that they would end it quickly. I ran forward, meeting them further away from the church. I jumped on the hood of a car and jumped off it, slamming my dagger down, sending another wave out.

I jumped to my feet and ran out further to meet the next wave. I slammed my dagger down, sending another wave out and feeling my energy beginning to drain slowly. I had to fight hand to hand.

It didn't take long, before they were fleeing and disappearing. "Thank God!" I said with a sigh of relief. I slowly headed back to the church sheathing my daggers.

Dean ran out and wrapped me in his arms.

We went back to the hotel, laying the pastor on the bed.

Dean walked toward the door and opened it.

"Dean?" I called after him and followed him.

He stopped and wrapped me in his arms. "You deserve better than this, Dee. I want to give you something better." He kissed me hard and pulled away. "I"m doing this for you. If I'm going to agree to this they're gonna do something for me." He walked away and got in the car and sped off.

"Dean!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face. "Dean!"

Sam came out, "What's going on?"

I turned at looked at Sam, "You're the vessel for Lucifer. Who's Dean the vessel for?" Sam didn't answer me. "Dammit, Sam! Tell me! I'm stupid enough to think that he's just leaving to do something not stupid!"

"Michael." Castiel said. "Dean's the vessel for Michael. How did you not know that?"

"Because Dean didn't want her to know." Sam said softly.

"Yeah, well, he's just made a decision."

"Dee!" Sam pointed at my pendant, which was burning against my skin. When I looked down… it was literally burning my skin. "Take it off!" He reached for it and a blast of energy through us apart, making me land on the cement hard.

"You can't remove it." Castiel said as he helped Sam back to his feet. "It is her power now. If you remove it she will die."

"And if Dean doesn't come back?" Sam asked as I rolled onto my side and got to my feet.

"Then her power will consume her." Castiel replied.