"Dad, I promise I feel fine, I just exhausted myself is all." Aurora did her best to reassure Bobby as they sat on the couch in the library.

He went ahead and told the boys to go on without Rory. Forbidding her to go anywhere until she seemed able. Her color was just now returning to her face, deeming her normal olive tone healthy again. He wasn't sure what to say, or what exactly had happened to her while she tried healing their dog, but he'd be damned if he let her do it again until they figured out exactly what her abilities meant.

"I'm not arguing with you." Bobby answered, set in his decision.

"Yeah, well it's a good thing I'm finally old enough to make my own decisions." She sprouted from the chairs comfort, crossing her arms over her chest and staring intently at her father who matched her expression.

"You have no idea the kind of trouble those boys are in-"

"Actually I know exactly the kind of trouble they're in-"

"And you expect me to just let you join them after finding you passed out less than a few hours ago?" The older man barked, feeling his patience thin.

It was rare that they would ever argue or butt heads this often. It went to show just how serious things were getting. Bobby just couldn't swallow the bad gut feeling he'd been having for a while now. Everyday it was getting worse. He could feel that something terrible was coming, and he wanted to do whatever it was that he could to protect his only child.

"God why are you fighting me on this-this is John, dad! If it were you, those boys would be by my side no questions asked!" Aurora shouted, her voice raising in pitch.

She hated arguing with him.

Bobby said nothing, only sighed once he saw in her eyes that she wasn't letting things go. She was stubborn, just like him.

"Just let me do this. Please. Let me help my friends." Her shoulders slumped as she took a step closer to him to rest a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Bobby frowned, and she took that as his response. Quickly she pulled out her phone and dialled Dean's number.

On the first ring he answered, catching her a little off guard.

"Wh-Where are you guys? Did you get him?" She hurried, rushing out of the library to retrieve the things she needed.

"Yeah we got him. Look him and Sammy are in pretty bad shape."

"Sammy? What happened?"

"He got beat pretty bad. A demon. He's okay though, they both are."

"And you?..."

"...I'll be better once you get out here. We're gonna need your help on this one Angel." Somehow, him asking was enough to reassure her that she was doing the right thing by going after them.

He still needed her, even after everything.

She nodded as if he could see her.

"Okay, where are you? I'm gonna meet you guys now." She rushed as quickly as she could. To Bobby she was moving like a tornado throughout the halls. He watched her hang up and come to a stop with her duffel over her shoulder and her troubled gaze on him.

"Don't make me regret this kid."

"I'll be back in no time dad. Promise." She smirked and moved for the door.

"I'll call!" She said lastly before the door closed heavily behind her.

Bobby sighed, keeping his gaze there for a moment before it moved to the kitchen where he found limp legs poking from around the corner.

Hed almost forgotten about the excorcism in the midst of all the craziness.

He rolled his eyes once he's realized the mess they'd left him with.

"Balls."

Rory eyed the wooded suspicious area carefully as she pulled up next the Impala which she spotted parked outside a cabin in the woods.

She paused after removing the keys from the ignition. Her gaze rested on the steering wheel as she contemplated her next move. A feeling rested in the root of her stomach, uneasy and troubling in nature, and she didn't trust it one bit. Taking a deep breath, she said a silent prayer in her head, reached over into the passenger seat for her duffel bag, and exhaled while opening the door and exiting the car.

Inside she was met by Sam, who she found pouring salt along the window sill. Her bag dropped by her feet at the sight of him.

She rushed over and took his face in her hands.

"Sammy, what the hell happened?" She asked, examining the damage. His face was a mess – bruised, bloody, and swollen. He winced, pulling away from her touch, the pain still fresh.

"Sorry."

"It's nothing, it's okay. Just a little scuffle with a demon." He told her with a dry chuckle. Rory fumed, promising to kill every last demon.

"Let me heal you-"

"No. No, I'm fine Rore." He held her hands at arms reach when she went to touch him again, causing her to frown in confusion.

"Sam-"

"Save your energy, you're gonna need it. Trust me. I'll heal eventually." He told her, tone soft as he looked her in her eyes.

Aurora watched him closely for a few more beats until she heard the sound of foot steps behind her. When she spun around, she found Dean entering the room, eyes filled with relief as they landed on her. She let go of a breath she had no idea she was holding when she saw that he was unharmed.

"How is he?" Asked Sam, breaking the silence. Dean cleared his throat and broke out of his trance, tearing his gaze off of the blonde beauty in the room to face his brother. It was only at the mention of John, did Rory remember the weight of their current situation.

"He just needed a little rest, that's all. How are you?" Dean asked.

"I'll survive. Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?"

Rory looked at Dean for an answer.

"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, we couldn't have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up. You see anything suspicious out there Angel?" He asked, Rory hung onto the use of her nickname before shaking her head.

"No, it was pretty quiet out there from what I could tell."

"No nausea?" Dean questioned, knowing her symptom was a good way to tell if there were ever any signs of a supernatural threat around.

Rory paused for a moment.

"I mean, I feel a little off, but I think that's just the nerves talking on this one." She said, walking back towards the door where she'd dropped her bag.

"I'm uh...gonna go check on John. See if he's okay for myself." She announced, giving them one last look before she left the room, passing Dean on her way out of it.

"Yeah.." She heard Sam answer from behind.

The room was dark, even with the help of the table lamp. And she couldn't ignore the tug in her chest when she entered the room, but chalked it up to be relief at the sight of John in one piece.

He was awake, just waking up it seemed, and he paused when he noticed her at the door. Neither of them said a word for a moment.

"...You came back." He gruffed, earning a crack of a smirk from Rory in return. She took that as her welcome back.

"You know I can't stay away for too long. Besides, figured you could use some help." She chuckled nervously. Her eyes dancing all over the room.

"Thanks. I uh...about what I said before-"

"Don't worry about it. No need for a chick flick moment." She held up her hand in Dean fashion, earning a snort from John as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"Look, you're my family John. You, the boys. I'm always gonna come back. Okay?" She admit. John met her gaze, holding it with a blank stare for a few moments before he offered up a steely expression. Aurora fell into confusion, not sure at all how to register his emotions.

"...Let's go check on the boys." She spoke.

"Alright." She let John lead, and followed close behind while watching his back with suspicion.

As she and John entered the hall, she could hear Dean and Sam speaking, causing her curiosity to grow.

"Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you, or Aurora..or Dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it's just, uh ... it scares me sometimes."

It hurt her heart to know that that was what Dean was feeling all that time. She knew that things bothered him but she wasn't sure to what extent until just then when she overheard him talking to Sam. It made her want to be there for him, but she knew it'd be hard given the boundaries they'd set with each other.

They turned the corner and entered the room.

"It shouldn't. You did good." He spoke, announcing his presence.

"You're not mad?" Asked Dean, surprise and shock splayed on his face. Rory had to admit that she was shocked as well. Dean used a bullet from the one weapon they had that could destroy the demon responsible for murdering their mother and Jessica once and for all.

John would be livid.

"For what?" He spoke back.

"Using a bullet." Dean went on to say. Aurora moved from beside John to stand next to Dean, doing her best to swallow the feelings rising in her throat.

"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you – you watch out for this family. You always have." John voiced.

"Thanks." Dean smirked.

Rory went to say something when the bristling sound of heavy winds suddenly picked up and the lights in the cabin began to flicker. As if sharing one brain, they all moved to the window.

"It found us. It's here." John announced, putting everyone else on high alert.

"Shit." Rory readied herself, moving a hand to her waistline for her trusty pistol.

"The demon?" Sam inquired, the fear evident in his tone.

"Sam, Ariel, lines of salt in front of every window, every door." John instructed briskly.

"I already did it." Sam replied.

"Well, check it, okay?" John returned forcefully, earning a squint from Rory.

Something's not right.

"Okay. C'mon Rore." Sam didn't give Rory the chance to respond before leaving the room in a flash. She went to follow, but paused.

That gut feeling, tugging unmercifully at her chest as if it were screaming for her.

"Something's not right.." She whispered under her breath facing the ground.

"Dean, you got the gun?" John asked, and as if that was all that needed to be said, Rory's neck snapped upward along with her arm as it extended, holding her pistol in hand as it moved. She felt her entire body go numb as she slowly removed the safety on her weapon as it aimed at his back.

"Yeah." Dean answered, not at all noticing Rory's movements in the haste to prepare himself for the ultimate attack.

"Give it to me." John ordered.

Aurora's blood ran cold.

'How long had he been possessed? How come it took her so long to figure it out?' Were questions burning in her mind.

Where the hell is John?, she thought as her hand began to tremble with doubt.

She watched, feeling almost paralyzed in her spot as Dean went to retrieve the colt from his jeans to hand over to John. Rory shook her head, screaming internally for the words to fall from her lips, but they wouldn't.

"D-...Dean." She uttered, too low for anyone to hear in all the chaos.

"Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It disappeared." Dean filled in his father.

"This is me. I won't miss. Now, the gun, hurry." John rushed just as Dean's eyes met with Rory's stunned figure standing behind his father with a gun pointed at his back. Her hand trembling as she aimed. Her head shaking uncontrollably with warning and fear. He had the right mind to ask her if she'd gone completely insane until the moment she fed him the look that she did, as if desperately begging him to believe her. As if her life depended on his next move.

Dean hesitated and looked down at the gun, his heart falling into the pit of his stomach as the realization punched him like a bag full of bricks.

"Son, please." John begged, but both Rory and Dean were able to pick up on the empty tone he used. Dean's eyes flickered between the shell of his father and the love of his life as he chose a side. His feet began to back up a couple of steps away from them both.

"It's-..it's not John Dean.." She managed to say just above a whisper, but she knew he had figured it out just as she did. He must've noticed something off.

"Give me the gun. What are you doing, Dean?" John argued.

"He'd be furious." Dean said, referring to his real father.

"What?" John replied feeding him a ridiculous look.

"That I wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of me, he'd tear me a new one."

"He would've told me I was family." At the sound of her voice he slowly turned to face her. Eyeing down the barrel of her gun with caution.

It all made sense then. The feelings she was experiencing, the odd vibe she'd get around him, the difference in his attitude.

"You slipped." She hissed venomously moving quickly to join Dean's side.

John only fed her a dark glare, one that made her blood turn cold, before turning to look at Dean as he raised the colt, pointed it at him and cocked it.

"You're not my dad."

"Dean, it's me."

"Sammy!" Rory called out for the youngest Winchester.

"I know my Dad better than anyone. And you ain't him." Dean bit with confidence.

"What the hell's gotten into you?" John argued.

"I could ask you the same thing. Stay back." Dean barked.

Sam came running into the room, shocked to see Dean and Rory pointing their guns at John.

"Guys! Dean? What the hell's going on?" He questioned carefully.

"They've lost their mind."

"He's not Dad." Dean told his brother.

"What?" Answered Sam in disbelief, looking to his father.

"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him." The anger settled in Deans tone.

"Sam it's true. Somethings different. I can feel it." Rory winced, swallowing the sudden urge to vomit.

"Don't listen to him, Sammy." John pleaded

"Dean, how do you know?"

"Like Angel said he's ... he's different. And you know her feelings, she's never wrong." Said Dean, fighting back tears. Sam looked on to Rory, catching the desperation in her eye.

"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you wanna kill this demon, you've gotta trust me."

"Sam don't!" She yelled, not able to help feeling stupid for not noticing things sooner.

Sam looked back and forth between his father, Rory and his brother. Dean glanced at him, but didn't bother saying anything else to convince him.

"No. No." He answered, moving to stand next to Dean's side.

The hurt spread throughout John's features as he looked at them.

"Fine. You're both so sure, go ahead. Kill me." He spoke.

Aurora sucked in a deep breath, not having thought that far ahead.

They had the demon, right where they've always wanted it. She was sure of it.

But she never thought about this being the outcome, of John being it's vessel. She payed close attention to him, reading his every movement as he looked downwards and waited.

"Dean wait." She spoke.

They couldn't. They couldn't kill John, at least not Sam or Dean. She wouldn't let them, becase if they killed John and destroyed this demon, they'd ultimately be destroying themselves in the process.

If it was what had to be done, if it was going to be anyone's burden or regret..it was going to be hers.

"I'll do it. Give it to me." She voiced, her tone low and weak as the tear raced down her cheek. She quickly reached up and took the gun from out of Dean's grip, and handed him her pistol.

The boys turned shocked looks onto her. Dean's hand shook as he continued to hold the gun on him, knowing it wouldn't have any affect on the demon.

John slowly turned his gaze onto her, brow tipped up with a hidden taunting expression in his eyes, one he knew only she would see as he waited for her to make a move. Rory clenched her jaw, tightening her grip on her pistol.

DO IT AURORA!, she screamed internally.

"I thought so." He smirked, casting his gaze to the ground before blinking and looking back up only to reveal his golden yellow eyes.

Rory froze, a breath expelling from her chest as she looked on in shock while Sam and Dean lunged to attack, but were thrown up against the wall, pinned there by some invisible force brought on by John himself, leaving Rory to look on in terror. She heard her pistol drop to the floor from Dean's hand, and wished to God that she could move, but she was paralyzed by her fear. Nonetheless, she held her arm up, keeping the colt trained on him, knowing better than to grow weak in the face of danger.

This is what she was trained for.

"Immune o my charms huh? Give it here." He smirked, causing her skin to crawl as he took a step towards her.

"Go to hell." She spat.

"Rory!" Dean cried out for her, the pain laced in his voice. John continued to advance on her, slowly and daringly, looking her over as if she were some kind of specimen he'd never seen before. He tipped his head over as he came to a stop just a few inches away from the gun.

"Brave. I like that in a girl." He said. Rory did her best to control the urge to consciousness, and stood her ground.

"But I guess you're no ordinary girl huh?" She tensed at his words, watching him intently, waiting for him to say more.

But he didn't. He only stretched an arm out, causing the pistol on the ground near Dean to miraculously pulling it right into the palm of his hand. Rory froze as she stared down the barrel of her own gun. John gavea maniacal smile, moving his aim to her chest, right by her heart. She exhaled and blinked slowly, knowing there was a good chance this would be her last day on earth.

There are worse ways to go, she thought.

"Rory no! Aurora!"

"Give him the gun Rore!" She did her best to ignore the boys protests.

"Think you can heal a bullet wound to the heart?" He spoke whilst she continued to glower.

"I'm not afraid of you."

It sounded like a firework going off right next to her, the sound ripping through the silence as it resounded off the walls, knocking her right off of her feet as she fell backward, flat onto her back.

"ANGEL! NO! YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"AURORA!"

It didn't register right away-their voices, the pain. They'd drowned out, but she felt the pressure the moment the bullet made contact with her chest. It tore through her white cotton shirt, and pierced right through the skin, breaking and damaging her internally.

She had no choice but to welcome the agony that followed.

Sucking in a deep breath she cried out.

She wasn't sure when she'd let go, but she couldn't feel the colt in her hand anymore, instead it held her chest, trying its best to patch the wound so that she didn't lose too much blood. It didn't hit her heart, at least she didn't think it did, but she could hear it, hammering in her chest as the panic rose to her throat, practically strangling her whilst the blood began to choke her.

"RORY!"

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU YOU HEAR ME?!"

Why didn't he kill me? Her eyes darted around the ceiling, not able to see anything else, until he came into view. Peering down at her, he smirk.

"Not so fast. I need an audience." John said as if he'd read her mind, holding the colt in his hand like a prized possession.

"What a pain in the ass this thing's been." He spoke.

"Angel can you hear me? Just hang on okay? Hang on don't you die!" She heard Dean, causing her to look to her right in the direction she'd heard his voice coming from. The tears left her eyes quietly.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Sam roared.

Rory wasn't in as much pain as she'd anticipated, but it still hurt like hell. It was comparable to a white hot sting, unwavering and unbearable, but somehow, not as bad as she thought it would've been.

"Well, this is fun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, could've killed you're..little angel two minutes ago too, but this...this is worth the wait." She heard the demon sigh with content, feeling sick to her stomach. Her vision was growing tunneled, and she could feel herself weakening.

"Your Dad – he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."

"Rore...Rory listen to me you gotta stay with us okay? We're gonna get outta this just, stay awake. Stay awake Rore." Sam begged for her, the tears sliding down his battered cheeks.

Rory heard him. It was faint, but she heard every word, and she held onto to every word with as much faith as she could muster up, until Dean suddenly started yelling in pain. She jumped in fright, eyes wide with fear for him as he continued to cry out and beg for John to stop.

She wasn't sure what was happening then, but the pain had suddenly subsided.

Ariel..

No.

"Aurora!"

She heard as the stars began to cloud her vision. She knew she was dying, but she couldn't leave.

Not yet.

"Stop." She heard John, her eyes growing heavy just as Dean hit the ground in a slump. He lay on his side, blood leaking heavily from his chest and mouth. Rory fought to speak, but couldn't find the strength. They could only lock eyes on one another, and it pained them both to watch each other be so violently ended. It wasn't at all what they saw for themselves, or for one another. They never got to say the things they wanted-needed to say, they never got to resolve their issues.

And it was too late to try.

That knowledge alone was worse than any death they could've endured.

"Angel-...listen to me..stay with me okay?...urgh-...stay with me.." Dean forced with all the strength he had left while Aurora's vision darkened completely.

This is the worst way to go.

"Ariel don't-.." She heard Dean choke, his voice sounding more far away then before.

Ariel..

The voice was overpowering, like a magnetic force pulling her inwards.

Her lids fluttered shut as the consciousness left her.

OKAY! That wraps up season 1 YAYYY! :)

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