(1) The Devil's Hybrid (D. Winchester)

Chapter Twenty One

Erika pours herself another glass of whiskey in her office, Samael sits in her desk chair with his feet on her desk, watching her.

"It was going to come out eventually" he tells her. "Better it from you then one of my brothers telling" he tells her, she shoots him a look. "Oh come on" he teases standing. "More than a thousand years later and you still don't believe me" he whispers stepping closer to her.

"No" she tells him. "I don't...." she admits. "And I can't"

"Why? Why is it so hard to believe that I am the devil?"

"Because you were too nice" she answers. "You showered me with gifts, with affection, with....love. If you're the devil....it was fake? None of it was real?" Samael clutches her face in his hands, Erika closes her eyes.

"No" he argues. "It was all real" he assures her. "I loved you" he tells her. "I still love you. And when the cage opens" he presses his forehead to hers. "We can be together again" he whispers, Erika sighs softly.

"Erika?" Erika snaps her eyes open, Samael is gone, she turns to Dean stood in the doorway. "You okay?" he asks her, she nods, he moves to her and strokes her cheek brushing away a tear, Erika looks away and clears her throat.

"That was quick" she tells him moving to her desk.

"Yeah, well" he responds watching her. "You saved our asses" she nods and drops into her desk chair heavily, she sighs.

"So what now? Cause....I can't be killed"

"I wasn't going to try and kill you" he tells her. "You thought I would?" she shrugs.

"It was a definite possibility" She raises her glass to her lips. Dean moves around the desk and takes her drink from her, sets it aside before he lifts her face to kiss her. Erika closes her eyes and kisses him back.

"What was that for?" she whispers pulling back.

"I'm not going to kill you" he tells her. "We knew you were monster, remember" she smiles a little and looks away, Samael sits on her couch glaring at Dean. "Hey" Dean coos stroking her neck. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asks her, she nods.

"Yes, love, of course" she whispers turning back to him.

"So you'll come out with us?" he asks her. "Plenty of space in the impala" she smiles a little.

..............

Dean grabs a slice of pizza and sits next to Sam who sits on his laptop.

"Anything?" Dean asks.

"Not yet" Sam answers as Dean looks to Erika, she walks across the bar with a barrel in hand, a crate in the other, Sam and Dean stare, watching her go. "When you think back; there are a lot of things that now make sense" Dean looks to Sam. "The speed, the strength, the way she has to be invited in, like the old Dracula stories"

"So she's classic monster movie vampire?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, I guess....." Sam then chuckles. "Can you imagine what it must have been like for her....during Oktoberfest with the shifter" Dean smirks.

"It was hilarious" Erika tells them from the bar. "That that's even how the monsters see us!" she smirks at them and turns to set bottles on the counter. Sam and Dean share an amused look.

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Sam touches the bottom corner of a painting in Erika's study and pulls back as she walks into the room, she raises an eyebrow at him.

"You painted this" he points out motioning to the landscape painting on the wall, she smiles and nods.

"Yes" she moves to his side. "This is my favourite" she tells him. "See here" she motions to a small hut on the painting. "That was the Mikaelson home" she crosses her arms over her chest.