"How the fuck do you explain or justify any of this bullshit?!" I shouted, rounding on Dean from the door that was just slammed shut.

"I can't." Dean admitted, dropping his head. "I won't."

"Then how the fuck do you expect us to fix this, move past this?" I confronted, stepping forward, gesturing widely and wildly with my arms. "You fucked my sister."

"You fucked my brother." Dean shot back, and I jumped at the sound of his voice echoing off the walls and felt a sudden heat shoot through my veins. "You crossed a –"

"- I crossed a line?" I finished his sentence watching him take a step forward now. "I fucked him because you fucked her."

Dean clenched his jaw.

"I fucked him because he cared when you didn't." I stated, out of breath. "I fucked him because I feel something for him –"

"- don't say that." Dean growled silently. "You can say you fucked him, you can say why you fucked him – but you don't stand there and tell me that you're falling for my brother."

"What do you expect, Dean?" I asked, more gently. A solid pain shifted in my chest as his eyes dropped. "You had others..."

"...only because I didn't think we were going to find you." Dean interjected, finally advancing on me and stopping short. "I was losing my goddamn mind Dani –"

"- then justify Sierra." I demanded, as he backed me into the door.

He glared into my eyes.

I glared into his.

The heat was there. The pull was still there.

I still wanted him.

He still wanted me.

I fought the temptations of taking him, as rough and as angrily as I could muster, it I knew it wouldn't be right. I knew that it wouldn't be right for me.

I sighed, realizing he leaned against the door, pressing his forehead against mine. I frowned at his face, his gorgeous beautiful face.

"You know," I cooed into the silence and watched his eyes look up into mine. "Sam and I fought it, we talked about how we didn't want to hurt you."

Dean blinked.

I frowned.

The silence was deafening.

"I love you, Dean." I whispered, taking his chin, seeing his eyes glistening into mine. The pain was evident, for both of us. "I love you too damn much."

"Dani...I –" He started, but I pressed my finger against his lips.

"...I'll be gone in the morning..." I whispered, gently pushing him back off the door and gradually shoved him onto the bed. "...shut the fuck up." I growled, as he attempted to speak, but I pressed my finger against his lips again as I straddled him and allowed the night the night take us...

*

"Dani..." whispered a voice, jolting me out of the steamy dream, and when I opened my eyes, Castiel was shaking me, gently, awake. "...your dream was very animated."

"Get out of my head Cas." I smirked, giggling, embarrassed. I sat up in the backseat of my Challenger, realizing I was soaked in sweat and that Castiel had drove through the night. "Cas,"

"Yeah?" He asked, pulling into a parking lot and putting the car in park.

"...you drove Beauty?" I asked, cutting my eye at him, and watching his facial features drop, like a child that knew he had done something wrong. "Ask...next time."

Castiel just nodded silently as I began changing, knowing he wasn't looking, but listened as he elaborated on our plan for our new location he brought us to.

"Welcome to Las Vegas Dani," He chimed as I began changing my bra and sliding a new tank top. "Your Father is here."

"Raphael?" I asked for clarification.

"Yes." Castiel nodded, actively avoiding the review mirror. "He knows we're here, and we can get some answers about your soul from him."

I nodded, pulling my hair into a tight, but low bun, and looked around through the windows to see the area we were in. It looked like an abandoned building that had some history, and a bright one at that, but like most of everything from 'old Vegas' theses days.

"Given your Memory situation, do you need a few minutes before we head inside?" Asked Castiel, considerately.

I paused in the backseat, in mid adjustment, thinking.

Castiel nodded and we sat in silence for about 10 minutes, allowing myself to prepare for meeting someone from Past-Me's life.

Meeting my father – again, apparently.

I took a deep breath as I followed Castiel into the building, but of course I was strapped – ready for anything – but I found myself fully trusting Castiel – just not whoever or whatever the hell we were about to come face to face.

"Before we go in," sighed Castiel, turning to me as we walked up to the front door of the building. We both paused as he started to speak, "Forgiveness is still very much a gift that some don't deserve, but it can fix things..."

I raised an eyebrow.

"...I tend to ease drop on dreams on accident..." He whispered, shifting uncomfortably. "... my apologizes."

"Thank you, Cas." I smiled, pulling him into a hug and giggled at his hesitation to hug back. "Let's do this."

He nodded, after pulling out of it, and led the way into the building.

It was definitely abandoned and there were boxes and boxes stacked, lined up and separated in an organized fashion all over the open area while also being covered and caked with dust. It was obvious that the place was now being utilized as storage.

"Castiel." Chimed a voice from across the clearing, causing Castiel to place a hand gently on my shoulder, causing both of us to stop short. "Welcome, Friend."

"Raphael." Castiel nodded, but didn't move as two figures appeared across the way, and Castiel eyed the unidentified figure, unidentified to him anyway, as he called them by name, "Micheal."

"Like...?" I started, as Castiel nodded.

"Let me speak first." He whispered as my eyes flickered from him to the two figures across the way. "They're not alone."

I eyed the building, it didn't find anyone there, although I could feel more eyes on me, and they were NOT human.

"Danielle!" Smiled Raphael as he approached me and wrapped his arms around me, but when I didn't hug back he hesitantly pulled away. "Oh yeah... Azazel."

"So," I gasped, pulling fully out of his grip. "You know what happened to me?"

"Raphael," Castiel interjected. "You told me you had no clue where she was or what happened to her."

"You figure out these things." He muttered, shrugging, looking at me.

I glanced at Castiel, who looked as if he had been betrayed.

"What did he do to me?" I asked, feeling Castiel grab my wrist, indicating I probably shouldn't have asked, but the question was already in existence.

Raphael opened his mouth to speak, only for Micheal to chime in from behind him. This caused everyone in question to turn to him, with Castiel slowly inserting himself between myself and Raphael.

"Azazel was given orders, and he followed him." Micheal stated, slowly making his way across the clearing of the building. "He wasn't supposed to take the Angelic blood for himself, but we can't change that now."

"You knew?" I frowned over Castiel's shoulder as Raphael avoided my eyes.

"He knew." Confirmed Micheal, appearing next to Raphael. "Like I said, my child, he was acting on orders."

"So it was ordered for him to violate me, take my blood and replace it with demonic blood – to allow a helper of his to do whatever he wanted –" I stopped short as Castiel's face hardened at my implication, as did Raphael's as Micheals' remained unchanged. My knees started to go weak at the flashbacks as Castiel spoke up.

"Your daughter has died twice in the last year," He stated, stepping forward into Raphael's space. "She's had her blood drained and replaced with demonic blood, she has powers she doesn't know about, or has even began to understand..."

"... that's not our issue." Michael spoke fluently, smoothly – as if there was no portion of the blame to placed on him. As if it was scripted. "We're hunting Azazel to deal with him accordingly for keeping the angelic blood for himself, but otherwise – what follows – is not our issue."

"Not your issue?" I asked, but it was as if someone else was speaking for me, through me, and I was suddenly not in control anymore. "I can make it your issue." I growled, as Castiel's eyes went wide, turning to me as I found myself levitating with Castiel backing away, his eyes full of fear as I erupted with a blood curling scream.

The scream sound waves seemed to shoot in every direction from my body and shattered every single box in the room as well as shatter every single window and shove every door open with the upmost force as Raphael and Micheal were sit flying.

My mind seemed to avoid Castiel with this impact because he remained untouched, other than just shook at my ability.

"Perfect." Hissed a voice from the darkness on the other side of the room behind where Micheal and Raphael emerged as I slowly dropped back down onto my feet, only to collapse onto my knees. "Fucking Perfect."

I looked up, exhausted, only to make out a blur of a man in a suite before everything went black.

*

"She's not here." I barked, stomping back into the main area where Bobby, Sam and Sierra were finishing off the last few Demons. "What the fuck?"

"She's here." Sam exhaled. "I can feel her –"

"- don't say shit like that." I growled, pointing my pocket knife at him, Sam knowing pressed his lips together as I rounded on Sierra. "Don't you two have a sister connection of sorts where you can feel each other's pain or something?'

"That's twins." Smirked Sierra, crossing her arms. "Also, it's not like we have each other's location or something, besides if we were that connected we wouldn't have –"

"- I got it." I cut her off, glaring around at Bobby. "Where to next?"

Bobby frowned at me as he spoke, "I think we should take break, maybe get some food?"

"No." I found falling out of my mouth, glaring around the blood splattered room. "We have to find her."

"If only you were this worried about her before." Came a snake-like voice that caused all four of us to reload and brace ourselves as a figure appeared in the doorway. "I mean, Dean...you fucked up harder than me."

"Nick." I snarled, cocking my gun. "I've about had it with your ass."

"No, I think you've obviously hadn't had enough of hers." He smirked, glancing at Sierra. "You move on fast."

"Shut up." She growled.

Nick took in the room and nodded, impressed.

"Took out my men, no problem." He smiled, popping his knuckles and then his neck. "Now let's see what you do with me."

"You realize," I spoke, softly. "You've had what's coming to you for a while, right?"

"Oh don't I?" He smiled. "Do you realize that I'm not human anymore?" He seemed to purr as he and I charged each other.

"Dean!" Echoed Sam's voice as Nick and started to (literally) rip each other apart. Every time one of the other three attempted to interject, Nick would slam them away with his powers either against a wall, into another room or into a bookcase or a piece of furniture that stood around.

"If I'm going to slaughter the man that took the love of my life," Nick spoke, a little out of breath as he forcefully made me levitate, and I was beginning to struggle to breath – feeling the pressure of his ability around my ribs, lungs, head...I could feel my own blood dripping off my chin. "I'm going do it on my own and I'm taking my fucking time."

He giggled, slinging me repeatedly into the concrete wall.

THUD.

Flashes of meeting Dani for the first time came to mind.

THUD.

Flashes of mine and Dani's first time flashed through my head.

THUD.

The hurt in her eyes planted itself in the forefront of mind as I closed my eyes, preparing for the fourth and final blow – only for it to never come.

I opened my eyes with the sudden hush that came over the scene, only to see Nick get forced through the very concrete wall that I was being slammed against. I noticed I was still levitating, but I was placed gently onto the ground and as I attempted to glance around, all that came into the vision was;

Dani.