SN-I'm Buring For You:E5:Daughter-Part Prelude/Part one

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Series Title: I'm Burning For You
Episode Title: Daughter 1/?
Authors: usmc75
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating/Warnings: PG, information all the way to Season four...just a bit remixed.
Summary: With a mysterous demon come to help the brothers, they have to decide who to trust before it is too late.

Previously on Supernatural


Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for giving the devil his due
                           Blue Oyster Cult

I'm Burning for You: Episode Five

Daughter: Prelude

As the city burned, the two girls played.

From a distance they looked like any two girls would. Both young, both beautiful, both completely unphased by the destruction around them. Most of the populace had fled when they could, but there were more than enough burnt corpses around to salvage some kind of play. One sister had bright blond hair, angelic in its hue, they made her entire face shine from an inner light, the other was dark. Dark haired, dark eyed and dark thoughts. As the fair one played the dark one watched with narrowed eyes. She watched as she went around, summoning dark spirits into the half charred bodies and watching them scream in shock. She commanded the legions of their father as if they were her personal plaything, no thought of the actual creatures that she called up and then left to die on this mortal plane.

“After all what is the point of being a princess if you can’t order your people around for fun?” she had always said.

The dark one thought different.

She thought more of her people, more of her kind. She believed that they were not simply discarded souls, the leftover of a life ill spent in the eyes of a silent but judging God. She hoped in her darkest heart, that there was a reason for them to be other than to be punished. She watched her sister play and taunt her father’s men, forcing them into the crippled and dying bodies and then subjecting them to even more pain, refusing them the ability to leave. She watched and fumed…and the darkness turned to hatred.

Hatred came easy to her kind. Unlike normal demons, they were not souls that were lost and condemned to hell. They had not been a human and then forgot the ability love and care, they were born demon and had never fostered the illusion of caring, never convinced themselves there was ever a higher place to go. They were demons, born from two demons, Azazel, one of the first fallen and Lilith, the first of Satan. Some had said Lilith was his daughter, others said she was his wife, no one knew how it was that she came to hell, but come she had, and ruled at his side for millennia. Their family was the closest hell had to a royal family. The two sisters and their brother, all of them demons unlike any others, and all of them destined for something more.

At least that was what her mother thought.

Her father believed that they were destined to rise again. To walk upon the surface of the Earth as the dominant species, enslaving mankind and punishing them for being the favorite. Her father thought the human soul was highly overrated and that their job was the eventual and total corruption of all mankind. To make the human race as soulless as demons and angels were, that was his goal, to show God free will was wasted on those without the power to back it up. It was a plan, a way of life she supposed…but she couldn’t help but wonder…was there something more?

The way her mother talked, their destiny lied elsewhere. Their path in life was not tied to the human condition like most demons believed. That their lives were separate than those who walked above, and that demons should no more wish to wreak havoc on Earth than angels desired to cure all the world’s ailments. Hell was a place unto itself, that was the way Lucifer believed and therefore the way she believed. It was a point of constant strife between her parents, one that was quickly coming to a head.

And everyone was going to have to pick sides.

Azazel had stared young. Newly fallen he had brought his extensive knowledge of weapons and the tools of murder to the fledgling human race. He had carved knives and sharpen swords and taught the children of Adam how to kill each other, how to slay. No more had he introduced the concept that humankind embraced it. The bloodlust that simmered just under their monkey like faces was laid bare for all to see. She had been impressed by her father’s initiative in those days, marveled on how simple and seductive a plan he had made. He never forced anyone to use a weapon, never pressed the cold metal into someone’s hands. It was their own free will that made a man a murderer, and in that decision damned him for eternity. Souls were consumed by the thousands in those days; blood flowed like water as early man learned to express his hatred in terms of death.

She had learned from him.

She had studied his ways, absorbed the lore. She had crafted her own weapon, a blade like no other. Forged of cold iron and silver, cooled in salt water and pressed with a blessed hammer…it was a knife the likes the demon world had never seen. She had found the words, carved the engravings herself on its side. Each letter making her hands bleed with stigmata, every word striking her blind for a fortnight. For years she had worked on it in secret, every waking moment she had alone she had taken to it, honing it, readying it. She knew she was going to have to pick sides sooner or later…it was simply a matter of being ready for it.

“Ratnaraj” her sister called “Come play with me.”

As with everything, her sister could not ask, instead it sounded like a command. Gritting her mount’s teeth she climbed through the blackened rubble to join her. As she entered the hollowed out hovel, its walls burnt to the ground, ashes everywhere. But that wasn’t what she noticed; it was the two badly burned corpses lying on the ground, moaning for release. Ratnaraj looked up to her blond haired sister with scorn “Why Adamas? Why do you do this to them?”

Adamas looked to her with mocking confusion “Do what dear sister?” she said moving past the moaning bodies “I am simply having fun with some…help.” she kicked the open and cracked flesh of the male and he screamed even louder. Ratnaraj closed her eyes from the noise. Her sister’s taunting voice asked “Does it upset you dear sister?”

The screams and wails began to shred her nerves, she felt her mount’s hands clench into fists as she said “They are our own kind Adamas….why?”

“Because I can.” her sister said moving directly into Ratnaraj’s face.

Her dark eyes peered into Adamas’ bright eyes “What pleasure do you gain out of this?” she asked.

Adamas smiled that perfect grin and said “No way I’m telling you.”

It was that fast. Without thought, without pause, Ratnaraj’s hand whipped out from behind her, her knife a silver colored streak in the air. Adamas screamed in shock, holding her hands out in panic for a moment. But Ratnaraj was already moving past her, the blade sinking into the chest of the nearest suffering demon. The body jerked as the entire skeletal structure of the corpse was illuminated for a moment before the body went limp. As she moved to the other body it was obvious the first one was dead. Not lost of its host, not forced from the body, but dead. Adamas looked on in shock as her sister killed the other one just as ruthlessly. In a matter of seconds they were both dead, the dark haired demoness rising and turning on the blond one. A truly wicked smile crossing her face as she asked “Does it upset you dear sister? I am simply having fun with some…help.” she mocked as she drew closer, blade still out.

Adamas put a hand out in shock, her head shaking no as Ratnaraj’s hand drew the blade up.

“What are you doing!” a voice demanded from behind them.

As quickly as she had drawn the knife, Ratnaraj hid the blade. She turned to face her father with wide eyes, she heard her sister whimper behind her as she ran towards him. “Father! She killed them! She was going to kill me!” she said throwing herself into his arms. Ratnaraj fumed as Azazel knelt down and examined the bodies.

He looked up slowly “How did you do this?”

There was a movement of energy and her mother was behind her. She felt Lilith’s hands on her shoulders “She doesn’t need to answer you.” Her voice was calm and collected, but there was an undercurrent of defiance that bordered on insolence.

“She has slain two of her own kind!” he roared.

“That were being tortured by her.” Lilith responded pointing at Adamas.

“And?” he shrugged “What does that matter?”

“If they matter so little, why should their deaths be any different?” her mother countered. Ratnaraj had never heard them argue before; they had always struggled to be at least civil to each other in public.

“I want to see that knife.” he said holding out his hand.

She felt her mother’s hands tighten “The only way you will see that blade is if it is plunged into your chest.”

He glared at the two of them for a long moment and then said “I believe we are at an end of our relationship.” he said looking Lilith in the eyes.

“I could not agree more.” she said.

“Make your choice.” he said to both sisters, and her brother who was peeking around the corner with that same vapid look he always had. “Choose which one you stay with children.” he looked at Ratnaraj “Choose wisely.”

Adamas stood closer to her father as their brother took a half step closer to him, but seemed confused about the entire proceedings. Ratnaraj didn’t budge. He glowered at her “You make this choice now…do not expect me to forgive you it later.” his eyes were glowing yellow now, his true power coming to bare.

She smiled at him “When I kill you, do not expect me to forgive you.”

He actually paused for a moment and then burst out laughing “Keep her! She is useless anyways.” in a lower voice he added “A lot like her mother that way.” To his two children he said “Let us go” he said opening his arms “We have much to do…and so little time to accomplish it.” They took a step close and they all vanished. Leaving Lilith and Ratnaraj alone in the smoldering house.

“Well that went as expected.” Lilith said taking  step back from her daughter.

“You expected that?” she asked confused.

“Sooner or later” she sighed looking at the dead corpses. “How did you do that?” she asked.

She pulled the blade and showed it to her mother, who gazed at it half in amazement and half in terror “You made that?” Ratnaraj nodded “And it will kill any demon?” another nod “And you can make more?”

She shied and nodded.

“Then we have work to do.” she opened a portal between them and held out her hand “Ready?”

Ratnaraj took her hand and followed her...knowing after this nothing would be the same.

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“You’re kidding right?” Bobby asked as he almost choked on his beer.

Dean stopped and looked over to Sam, who seemed as surprised at Bobby’s reaction as he was. Dean put his beer down and said in a hesitant tone “Well she did save Lisa’s life.”

Bobby slammed his bottle down, which made both brothers jump back slightly “You are just brain dead?” he said standing up “No you’d need a brain to die for that!” He glared at Dean “She’s a demon Dean! You can’t trust her.”

Dean stood up, Sam saw the anger start to rise behind his brother’s eyes “Who said I was trusting her Bobby? She knows stuff. Stuff that OTHER people aren’t going to tell us.” He bore a hole into Bobby’s eyes.

The older hunter scoffed and said “Well that never went wrong did it? Evil, offering knowledge that other people don’t want you to have?”

Dean rolled his eyes “I promise not to eat any apples ok?”

“This is serious damnit!” Bobby thundered.

“We need to know what he is planning Bobby.” Sam said in a subdued voice.

“There are other ways.” he countered.

Dean looked at him “Then give us one.”

Bobby halted; he was obviously searching for a solution. Dean nodded and said “That’s what I thought. Look Bobby, no one is trusting her; no one is giving her a pass. But she has information and a beef to pick with the yellow eyed demon and that makes her my new best friend.” Dean grabbed his beer and took a swig “Until I kill her.”

Bobby was about to say something when a female voice said from the other side of the room “Aww Dean…I knew you had the hots for me.”

All three hunters spun on the sound to find the blond haired demon leaning against the door jam. She smirked and asked “Is this a private party or can anyone join?”

Daughter: Part One

1832

Western outskirts of the Texas territory

“Who in the hell are you lady?” the boy with the gun pointing at her asked.

She rolled her eyes, though the culture of the times demanded that women play a more subservient role to men, even on the edge of the Wild West some things were just not done. She had wandered into the back of the saloon, ignoring the blustering complaints of the bartender that the back room was already being used for a private party.

She knew she should have worn a man.

But she was in essence a female. Even if she hadn’t been raised by Lilith, the old world template for woman’s equality, her own personal gumption would prevent her from deferring to a man who was just obviously dumber than her. And in Ruby’s mind, that meant just about every man she ever met. The boy who stood in front of her, pistol drawn was barely 18, yet he held himself in the manner of someone who had grown up far too quickly. His hands were worn from work while his clothes were not in the best of repair, but it was obvious he knew how to hold a gun. She had walked in on the youth, pouring over a series of papers, all of them seeming to deal with the construction of a gun.

A gun that would never work she noticed.

“Well who I am isn’t important.” She said ignoring the gun “But who you are is a different story. Isn’t it Sammy?”

He made a face at her as he jerked the gun again “The name is Samuel, and I ain’t nobody to speak of. So who the hell are you?”

She grinned “How about Sam?” she said walking all the way into the room, he tracked her with the barrel “And you being a nobody is what I came to talk about.” She trailed a finger over the table and his scribbled plans. He saw her looking at them and he pounced forward and tried to scoop them up.

“Leave them alone!” he commanded, the gun still in one hand “You wouldn’t know nothing ‘bout that stuff anyways!”

She laughed and arched an eyebrow “Well I’m not the one who almost blew his own face off testing an idiotic design.”

He glared at her for a moment and then did a double take “How do you know…”he said pausing. His eyes narrowed “Who are you?”

She leaned up against the back wall crossing her arms “Who I am Sam, is someone who can make those” she said nodding at her designs “turn into this.” She pulled out a six cylinder pistol from her jacket, his eyes widened as she held it in front of her. He dropped his papers and walked towards her in a daze. As he reached out she pulled the gun back and waggled a finger back and forth in his face “Na-uh-uh.” She teased “No touching…” she put the weapon in profile, she could swear the teenager began to drool.

“How did you…” he began to ask when she slid it back behind her belt. It wasn’t unheard of that women in this day and age wore pants out in public, so she was happy she didn’t have to endure a ridiculous dress. He shook his head and asked seriously “What do you want?”

She grinned at him like a shark as she said “Well for one…mind if I call you Sammy?”

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They all stared at her, Bobby’s hand going for his gun as she leaned there. Dean said in an angry tone “You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

She laughed “By what? You gonna waste another bullet on being stupid?” He frowned as she began walking around the room “I like what you’ve done with the place Bobby.” She looked right at him “Very post apocalyptic chic.”

He actually snarled as Sam moved over to stop him from drawing his gun. In a voice barely above a whisper he said “Get out of my house.”

She looked at him for several seconds and then shrugged “Ok…hope you boys have a fun time figuring out what my dad is up to.” she said walking towards the door “Have a good apocalypse.”

Dean looked at Bobby with pleading eyes and then raced after her “Ruby wait” he said grabbing her arm “How do you expect us to react?”

She turned quickly and with an angry tone said “I expect you to realize the three of you are pissing in the dark, and if you don’t get a play book soon you’re going to be out of the game altogether.”

Dean stopped and took a step back as Sam looked over to Bobby. He was still glaring at Ruby as she looked back at him bored. “I don’t trust your kind.” he said after awhile.

She took a step back into the room and said “I wasn’t the one who possessed your wife. No one I knew was the one who possessed her. So if you wanna be pissed about that, great. But don’t blame me because of something one of my kind did unless I can blame you for every idiotic thing your kind has done.”

“Like what?” Sam asked sounding more curious than angry.

“How about the holocaust? Ethnic cleansing? Star Search?” she said rattling them off on her fingers “There is a crap load more blood on your hands than on mine.”

Sam closed his mouth as Dean came up behind her “Look, we’re willing to hear you out. But you have to get it through your head…we kill your kind.”

She sneered at him “And I wear your kind, but I am willing to work across the aisle if you are.” She crossed her arms again “Unless you guys are just racists.”

Dean actually laughed “Racists? Your dad killed my dad and kidnapped my mom. Trust me bitch, it has nothing to do with what you are and everything to do with who you are.”

She looked at him impassively and then nodded “Fair enough. But I am the only person who will be able to tell you what he’s after. So either we play nice or forget it, because I don’t have time to hold your hand through your insecurities.”

Dean looked over to Sam who shrugged and silently saying he was willing to try anything. No one saw Bobby move. He had moved behind her and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back savagely exposing her throat. He had a knife in his hand and was about to slice across her neck when Dean grabbed his arm. Bobby’s voice was thick with emotion as he said “Don’t you EVER mention my wife again you unholy bitch! I will end you right now…”

Sam moved behind the hunter and tried to pull him off as Dean forced the knife from his hand and tossed it away. As soon as they were able to pry him off of her she jumped back with a wild look in her eyes. Both Winchesters held him back as he continued to scream “Fucking end you where you stand! You hear me whore, I will come after you wherever you are…and I will…”

Ruby rubbed her neck as he screamed. Ignoring him she looked to Sam and Dean “Why don’t we meet somewhere a little more neutral?” she pulled a card out the inside of her leather jacket and placed it on the table “Meet me here in three days.” She looked at Bobby “Come alone ok?”

Dean nodded as she walked out the door, leaving them to hold Bobby as he foamed at the mouth, cursing the very ground she walked on.

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After an hour calming down and a bottle of Jack, Bobby calmed down.

Sam and Dean sat on either side of the couch, ready for him to jump up and start screaming again. No one had said anything yet, just words of comfort and occasional swearing, but nothing of value. As Bobby took another long swing of the bottle, Dean said in a somber tone “I’m sorry about your loss.”

Bobby looked up at him slowly; Dean shrugged his shoulders in sympathy. Bobby shook his head and took another drink before he said “Water under the bridge.”

“We didn’t know about…” Sam begun to say.

“Nothing I wanna talk about.” Bobby finished for him, causing Sam to close his mouth quickly. Another drink and he said “She’s gonna fuck you boys.” he saw the leer on Dean’s face and he added “And not in a good way. She is going to play you boys for whatever she wants and then she’ll turn on you.”

“How do you know that?” Sam asked.

Bobby looked up at him “Cause she’s a demon. It’s what they do.”

“She wants our help.” Dean offered “She’ll play nice as long as we’re useful.”

“And you’re ok with that?” Bobby demanded.

Dean looked back without blinking “If it gets my mom back, I don’t care.”

Bobby sighed and shook his head “Well that’s your choice, but this is a mistake.”

“We don’t have a lot of choice.” Sam said.

“We always have choices.” Bobby said staring off across the room “We just don’t realize we lost them until they are gone.”

Sam looked over at Dean who gave him a stare back that said there wasn’t much reason to stick around here for much longer. “Look Bobby, we have to do this.”

The man looked up at the elder Winchester “No Dean, you don’t.”

Dean closed his mouth and pursed his lips tight in frustration. He stood up quickly “Yeah….ok.” he nodded to Sam “Let’s get.” He slipped on his jacket “We’ll call you if we have anything.”

Bobby nodded, but wouldn’t make eye contact.

Dean continued to stare at Bobby, looking like he could will the man to understand his point of view. Sam came up behind him and patted his shoulder as he whispered “Let him be Dean, he needs time.”

Dean sighed and turned around and followed his brother out. Sam looked at Dean “Can I drive?”

Dean laughed once “Just cause we’re talking to a demon doesn’t mean it’s opposite day Sam.” He smirked at his brother as he opened the driver’s door.

Sam shook his head and got in the passenger side.

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1833

Washington DC

The young man walked out of the patent office as if walking on air.

He had just filed a patent for the first multi shot revolver in America. At 18 Samuel Colt was on his way to being the most successful maker of handguns in the world. The look on the patent clerk’s face was priceless as he looked over the plans with a bored look. He had seen many a people try this kind of gun before, but every one of their plans had suffered from some critical flaw that would make the device unoperational in the real world. But one look at Colt’s design and he knew, this one was going to work. This teenager was about to change the face of modern firearms forever.

As he walked down the street he wondered what he would do being a rich man. How would he spend his millions? Lounging the day away being a man of means. The smile on his face looked unbreakable, until the woman walked out of the shadows and into his path. As before she wore men’s pants, which made her look even more attractive than he would have thought possible, her eyes were alive with amusement. “So, how did it go?” she asked, knowing the answer already.

He grabbed her arm and pushed her back into the alley “What are you doing here!” he whispered looking behind him “You can’t be here!”

She pulled her arm back and smiled “But here I am.” She lowered her voice “Come on Sam, you knew this was coming. You still need to make the prototype and I still need to get paid.”

He hissed through his teeth at her “I know the deal you…” he found himself unable to complete the slur “But not in public, not where people can see us!”

She leaned in “Why Sam…you’d think you’ve never been seen in public with a pretty girl before.”

His voice was cruel as he said “You aren’t no girl.”

She pulled back “And you aren’t no inventor” she mocked “But that doesn’t seem to stop you does it?”

His face fell as he realized she held the upper hand. In a gentler voice she said “We don’t have to do it this way Sammy.” She saw him scowl “We can be partners about this, allies even. You are getting something incredible out of this…”

“And what are you getting?” he demanded.

She smiled that Cheshire cat grin at him and said “To quote my sister, No way I’m telling you.” Her face hardened “Come on, let’s go.” He followed meekly after her, knowing he didn’t have a choice.