It was a normal day for you, if you could describe anything as normal in a Demon's life. Each day was spent the same, waiting to be summoned, giving that someone what they asked for, then repeating the process all over again. Somedays, you added collecting a soul to the process, but usually it was the same thing over and over. Sure, you had been given the chance to leave this monotonous life behind, but you didn't want that. Sure, Crowley would love to have you by his side, but you liked where you were. Being a crossroads Demon was the tamest job you could have. You didn't have to deal with torturing souls, listening to them scream each and every day. No matter how long you've been a Demon, you still couldn't handle the thought of torturing all those souls, or killing for the fun of it.

Instead, you stayed quiet and they let you live your life in as peaceful a situation as possible. Being a favorite of Crowley's, you were allowed to stay top side, and you had made a nice life for your self. That is, until someone ruined it all for you.

You were spending a quiet morning, sitting in the living room of your vintage house, reading a book from one of your favorite authors, when you felt the familiar tug and pull of being summoned. Saving your place in the book, you stood, letting yourself be transported to the place of calling. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face the summoner, wondering what was so important that they wanted to trade their soil for it.

"Yes?" You asked, your voice not hiding the boredom you felt. Glancing up through your red haze, you took stock of the person standing next to you. He was an older man, you could tell by the salt and pepper that ran through his hair and beard. He had weathered lines throughout his face, showing he was just as worn as the faded ball cap on his head.

"I want to make a deal." He said, his voice raspy from years of smoking. 

"I figured that out already when you summoned me," your sarcasm showing through. You were impatient, wanting to get back to your book.  He strode closer, a slight tilt to his thin lips showing that he thought he had the upper hand.

You stood your ground, watching as he moved closer and closer, finally stopping when his nose was almost touching yours. Has this man never heard of personal space, you asked yourself, but stayed in place, not wanting to show any weakness.

"What do you desire?" You asked, wanting to get away from this man who gave you the creeps.

"You" he said, before shoving a bag over your head. Thrashing about, you tried to transport away, but the man just laughed, punching you in the stomach. "That's not going to work honey. You see, I drew a devils trap on the bag. You're mine now."

Your stomach dropped at the thought that you had been captured. You had always been so careful, so prepared, but you had been so bored today, that you messed up, and now it might just cost you your life. If you could call living as a demon, life.

Struggling as much as you could, trying to get away, but the devils trap weakened your power and strength, and the man was easily able to drag you along. A car door opened, before you were roughly pushed inside, your head slamming against the door frame. He shut the door behind you, and before you could even try to escape, the car started moving, tires squealing as you left the crossroads behind.

Time passed, and the car kept moving, and you quickly lost track of the turns it had made. Soon pavement turned to gravel, and gravel turned to dirt, before the car finally came to a screeching stop. Roughly pulled from the car, a hand tightly grasped around your forearm.

You felt the cold metal belonging to the barrel of a gun pressed against your neck, and you laughed. "You know a gun won't harm me, right?"

"It might not kill you, but these are special shells, filled with holy water. Might not kill ya, but will hurt like hell."

Grudgingly, you let yourself be pulled along, deciding to go along for a little bit, and wait for a better time to try and escape. With the bag over your head your senses were dull, and you had no idea what type of situation you might be in. For all you knew, you could be heading toward a barn, or a grave dug just for you.

The hand holding your arm was rough, calluses covering almost every part of the palm. They could be from wielding a tool everyday, or holding a gun. Closing off all other senses, you concentrated on the main power you used when summoned for a deal, your power of intuition. Once upon a time, when you were still Crowley's lowly intern, you had wished that power had been yours when you were human. For if you had had that power, you would have never gone with Steven, and the deal with Crowley would have never happened.

But that was in the past, and you were no longer that sweet, naive little girl. Now you were a dangerous, evil, demon. Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

Your intuition was telling you this male was nervous, his palm sweaty, and you figured he hadn't handled too many demons before. Unable to read his mind, you could still tell he was out of his element, which worked in your favor, and he was desperate.

Throwing you into a chair, tying your arms with rope, he pulled the bag from your head. Wincing at the sudden brightness from the light overheard, you watched as he paced back and forth in front of you, his hands shaking with nerves.

"If you let me go now, I promise I will forget all of this, and let you live," you tried reasoning with the man, but he just laughed at you, pointing the gun straight at you.

"Yeah right, why would I trust a demon? I let you go, you'll kill me," he countered.

"Just tell me what you want,"  You tried again, trying to figure out what would drive this man to the point of kidnapping a demon.

"There's these two men, hunters, brothers, who are after me. I thought it would be better to have a Demon on my side, to protect me," he muttered, and you could tell he was beginning to give up on the plan.

"Why are they after you?" You asked, curious, but also to distract him as you started undoing the ropes around your wrists.

He stopped pacing, and turned his back on you, a stupid mistake. You finished undoing the knots, and stood up, quietly moving towards him as he continued talking. You caught words about trap, and revenge, but you ignored the rest.

As he stopped talking, he turned to glance back at where you had been held, a look of surprise on his face.

"You really should have drawn a devils trap," you chastised, before flinging the gun from his grasp. He started shaking, from his hair to his boots, and you were afraid he was going to wet himself where he stood.

"Please don't hurt me, I just needed your help," he begged, and you took pity on the man.

"Next time, just ask," you sighed, before knocking him unconscious.

Frustrated, you started walking, leaving him laying in the middle of the floor. Transporting  would have been the easiest mode of transportation, but you needed to work off some of this tension and extra energy your kidnapping had zapped into you.

Glancing around, you took a moment to take in your surroundings. Your kidnapper had taken you to a small cottage in the middle of a forest, with one dirt road leading out. You took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the crisp air, before making your way down the road.

One mile turned into two, but you didn't mind. You were wearing sensible boots, and the fresh, cool air felt good against your face. Even though you no longer resided in hell, the scent of brimstone and fire would always haunt you.

Finally, you reached the end of the driveway, and you had three choices. You could either transport back to your boring house, and the book you were reading. Or, you could go west towards the clearing. East was your last choice, full of trees and difficult to navigate. As you contemplated your decision,  a car flew down the road, it's engine purring as it's driver handled it's speed.. Making sure you were out of danger, you watched as it sped closer and closer, the shiny black beast barreling down the road.

As it came closer, it started slowing down, and you knew you had been spotted. Taking a deep breath, you started thinking up a story, so they wouldn't notice you weren't exactly human.

The car idled to a stop, and you noticed two men were inside. The passenger door opened first, a large male body unfolded itself from inside the car. He had to be at least 6'4", his body lanky, but not too skinny, you were sure he had plenty of muscles underneath the grey and blue plaid he wore. His hair was long, almost brushing the collar of his shirt, a warm brown color. His eyes were hazel, and guarded, as he gazed at you wearily.

While you were busy studying the first man, the driver had taken the opportunity to climb out from behind the steering wheel. He was shorter than the other man, but still a giant compared to most. His body was lithe, but sturdy, his hair a spikey, light brown. Even from your vantage point you could tell his eyes were green, a vibrant Kelly green that took your breath away.

For a moment, the three of you had a staring contest, each trying to read the other. Your intuition showed you they were hunters, dangerous for a Demon like you. But you couldn't resist the pull you felt from looking at the green eyed Adonis in front of you.

The tallest one was the first to speak, his voice smooth and steady. "I'm Sam, this is Dean. Is everything okay?"

You tried to remain calm, to not give away the fact that on the inside you were trembling. But you now knew who these men were, the famous Winchester brothers. You had been told stories about these men, they were a Demon's worst nightmare. They weren't to be messed with, and you had unknowingly walked right to them.