Crowley sat on the throne in hell. He was waiting for someone to bring him information on Mary, the demon he had sent up to earth to find out some information on Purgatory. It had been at least a few weeks earth time since she had been gone and Crowley hadn't heard a single thing from her this whole time he had given her the freedom to roam the surface.

His lackeys had informed him that they believed she was still kicking, so where was she and why hadn't she called and reported on any information that she might have found? Unless she had ran off? It was typical that fresh demons went rouge when they were released from Hell. Sure, it was only natural to run from your cage, but with Mary he expected more.

After all there was a reason why Lucifer had hand picked her soul.

"I want you bloody idiots to find my little lamb and bring her back here – screaming if you have to."

He ordered to the handful of demons that stood before him. They all looked to one another before they vanished ready to carry out their kings orders. Crowley waited on his throne after they vanished. He looked at the table in the middle of the room, papers scattered across it spewing down onto the floor from the mess. He sighed deeply.

And he had such high expectations for her.

Mary laid on the couch while the light shone in through the curtains. Her bright blues turned to look at the sun peeking through. The golden flicks of gold in her blues lit up when the light hit. She sighed just looking at the shaded sun slowly rising into the sky. Her eyes turned back up to look at the ceiling.

This was something that Mary had never gotten over. Not sleeping. When she was human she had insomnia to begin with but once she became a demon and she never had to sleep again it frustrated her to no end. All that human life she had trying to fall asleep and now there was no need for it. Being demon meant that there was a lot of human necessities that she no longer needed to worry about – well, there were still a few, but not many.

Hearing the floorboards above her squeak signaling that the demon who allowed her his couch last. She laid there, her hand coming up and touching the fabric of her shirt feeling the stitched up wound that laid underneath. She grazed her fingers across the outline feeling a slight pain flush through her body. She frowned, her body still wasn't fully healed and she had to blame that damned angel blade. Any other type of blade and she would have been good to go by now, but no it was that stupid angel Castiel's fault.

"How's the wound?"

Her eyes flashed toward the back of the couch where her host stood. He looked the same as he did last night before he went to bed. She figured that he just laid down in his clothes in his bed and waited for the sun to rise.

"Still healing. I was hit that an angel blade."

She informed him. He just looked at her with a frown. He sighed making his way into the kitchen. She went to sit up on the couch and waited for a moment listening. When she heard something moving around in the kitchen she rose from the couch and slowly made her way in there. She was somewhat able to see in the kitchen due to the wooden divider that was there in place of a wall, but she couldn't see completely.

"I wanted to thank you again."

She said watching him grabbing some pans and putting them on the stove. He didn't answer her at first as he started the gas burning stove. It was only when he turned around to get something out of the fridge did he acknowledge her by looking in her direction.

"You're rather polite for such a young demon."

"You keep saying that? Is it such a surprise?"

She asked as he reached into the fridge and grabbed out a pack of eggs and some butter before turning back around to the stove. He was silent again, this was something she was starting to notice about his personality, even when she spoke it took him a moment to actually reply to her. Course there was moments when he'd be quick to jump toward and answer for her, this morning seemed to be the opposite.

"Most of the time when a demon is created it loses all of its humanity. You're fresh, I can smell it, yet you seemed to have retained so much of your humanity. I just have a question why that might be?"

It was Mary's turn to be quiet now. She stood there in his doorway with her arms crossed over one another. Was it really that noticeable? Was her humanity still there to the point where this demon could tell?

"Most demons only act upon their sins; pride, lust, greed – but you don't seem to do that at all."

"Don't be mistaken, I'm prideful, but I'm just not stupid."

She spoke up feeling her body temperature rise trying to show this demon that she was just as much demon as he. He glanced over his shoulder and she could have sworn he nearly cracked a grin. Did he just find what she said amusing?

"I see. I'm not saying that it's a bad thing to hold onto some of your humanity. After all, it's the humanity that saved your life last night."

The room fell silent for a moment as she heard the eggs being cracked open and hitting the hot frying pan. She watched her host from behind as he started cooking up his breakfast.

"You think?"

She questioned. He hummed a little but keeping his eyes on his eggs while he cooked.

"Most demons would let that pride get in the way. They would fight until they died, pride and anger is so strong in a demon and it's usually their downfall. But you, you were smart enough to know that whatever your situation was you needed to get out of there. That human instinct to flee."

Mary pondered on his words while the sound of sizzling filled the air and the nice smell of eggs joined. She wasn't going to agree with him, because she wasn't completely sure herself, but he seemed much older than her and spoke as if he knew what he was talking about so who wasn't to say that maybe some of her humanity was still buried somewhere deep, deep down inside of her?

"I should be getting back to hell. My King will be wanting an update."

"King? You mean someone finally took over for Lucifer?"

"Crowley, he's the new King of Hell. Took over after he assisted the Winchesters in trapping Lucifer back in his cage."

Mary told the demon, causing him to glance over his shoulder looking at her. She could tell that it came as a somewhat shock to him that Crowley, a demon, had partnered up with a couple of hunters to seal away Lucifer so that he could take the throne. He returned to his cooking turning his eggs over in the pan.

"Thank you again."

She told him turning away and heading back into the living room and into the foyer. He didn't say anything as she came to his front door and opened it. But instead of leaving, she found herself greeting three black eyed demons.

"Hello Mary."

The one in front greeted. Her eyes widened seeing the nicely dressed demons standing in the doorway to her host's home.

"Crowley send you?"

He hummed giving her her answer. She went to step forward, only for the three of them to step forward as well, which meant that instead of going forward she stepped backward into the house. She moved slowly keeping her eyes on them.

"I was just coming back to give him my update – "

"Oh is that so? What a coincidence seeing as how he hasn't heard anything from you in months down in Hell. Not even so much as a little update. Now, suddenly, we show up and you're just now getting ready to return and give him an update?"

Her eyes narrowed. This demon was annoying and for whatever reason didn't seem to believe her. She backed up to the point where she hit the back of the couch a small grunt slipped through her lips as she placed her hands on the top. The three demons surrounded her pulling forth some blades of their own looking at her. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped a bit.

"I just said that I'm headed back why – "

"Because we have orders from the King to bring you back screaming if we have to."

He grinned a slight chuckle slipping past his opened lips as his tongue darted out and licked his lips. Mary felt her whole body flush. She was trapped between a rock and a hard place.

"Excuse me."

Everyone glanced to the side. Mary seen her host standing off in front of the kitchen door with his hands crossed over his chest glaring at the demons who had come into his home uninvited.

"I'm going to have to ask you gentlemen to leave. You're not welcome here."

The demon who had been in front gave a slight laugh. He looked between the other two demons who had accompanied him on their task from Crowley. He turned toward the older man who had just told them to get out of his home and grinned.

"Look gramps, we're only here for the girl. We'll take her and rough her up in the yard outside before we drag her back to our boss – then we'll return and finish up you."

He told him. Mary's eyes widened greatly. Could these idiots not feel the death rolling off this man that they just threatened? Could they not tell that he was a demon? Mary was starting to understand what he was meaning when he said that other demons normally got themselves killed because of their pride and whatnot.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline you of both those."

He said causing the other demon to chuckle. But he wasn't laughing for long when Mary watched as the demon who was making all the threats was lifted up by his chin and suddenly his whole body started to glow a bright red. His eyes and mouth were glowing as he was screaming, his feet kicking off the ground as the glowing continued until it stopped. Mary shielded her eyes as she heard a hard thud hit the floor she was prepared to open her eyes again, but the red light begun again just as quickly as it had ended. More screaming filled the air and then silence happened, and two thuds took place then.

Cracking open an eye Mary looked down at the dead bodies at her feet. Her eyes slowly rose up and looked at her host. He wasn't covered in blood and seemed to be perfectly unharmed.

"Did you just... "

She couldn't even finish her sentence as she looked down at the scorched out eyes of the once demons. She swallowed nervously. She had never heard of a demon being able to do this before to anything. She looked back up to her host. The whole fight and flight coming back to her quickly as he stepped forward. She didn't move as fear set in even though everything screamed in her body to do something.

Was this the reason why she had smelled death all over him? Because he was able to kill creatures like this? Swallowing she closed her eyes when his hand came down and she felt his hand pull her shirt up. Her eyes opened slowly seeing that he was looking over her wound to check the stitches. Her breath was held as she waited to see what he was doing. Slowly he lowered her shirt back down over her side.

"Your stitches are still intact. But if you're going to be attacked like this then they won't last for long."

"You – you saved me?"

She was of course shocked from everything that happened and she didn't understand a damn thing that just took place. Once again he didn't say anything he just looked at her before he nodded toward his door.

"If you think it's going to be safe for you to report back to your so called King, then maybe you should rethink. Obviously he thinks you've deserted your mission."

"But I haven't!"

She shouted. It was clear as the answer was dead at her feet that Crowley believed something completely different. Which is why she believed that her host didn't say a word, because she was smart enough to already know the answer.

"I have to tell him why I'm late."

"Do you honestly think he'll believe you? That he won't kill you for your failure?"

"I didn't fail! I was blindsided by Castiel and the Winchesters! He should understand that more than anyone."

She barked almost glaring up at the demon before her. He looked at her and she looked at him. The silence that hit the room was heavy and she was sure that she in that moment had fucked up. She was so sure that she was going to join the bodies on the floor.

"If you have such faith in him, then who am I to argue."

He said as he walked away. She swallowed nervously and inhaled deeply. She had to head back to Hell and set things straight with Crowley before he sent another mob after her. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and felt the world around her shift.

"Well, the little lamb has found her way back to her flock."

Opening her eyes slowly Mary seen Crowley sitting on his throne looking rather bored down at her. She drew her lips into a thin line and kept her eyes on him.

"Did my men find you?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"They're dead."

Crowley arched a brow nodding a little bit seemingly almost impressed. He just kept his gaze on her not moving an inch aside from his head nod.

"And you killed the three of them?"

"No. It wasn't me. Their mouths got the better of them and something – someone got to them."

At this Crowley gave her a confused look. She knew he would have questions and she would have to answer them to her best if she wanted to keep her head. Crowley wasn't known to be kind when it came to failure.

"And who was this someone?"

"I didn't get his name. He wouldn't tell me because he didn't want others to come find him."

Crowley frowned.

"But – his powers I've never seen before. He took his hands and killed your three men with this bright red light. He burned out their eyes and killed them."

At this Crowley looked at Mary as if she had two heads. He moved quickly off his throne and stepped down in front of her. He grabbed her chin between his hand and yanked her forward causing her to hiss as she was jerked forward and her side burned. Crowley ignored her pain however as he drew her extremely close to his face.

"You mean to tell me that this person went to smite my demons killing them? A red light that caused them their deaths?"

"Yes, why? You're acting like you know this person."

"He's not a person – he's the bloody Father of Murder!"

Now Mary was completely confused. Murder? Was that why he smelt like death because he was apparently the father of Murder? What Crowley was saying wasn't making much sense at all. None, actually.

"What are you talking about?"

Mary hissed as Crowley turned his head away from hers, but tightening his hold on her chin. His eyes focused on the ground now as he seemed to be thinking and his eyes wide while doing it.

"Cain."

He whispered. Mary narrowed her eyes, she didn't know what the hell Crowley was going on about but this man 'Cain' seemed to install fear in even Crowley – something nobody had seen happen before.

"Cain? That's his name? He's a powerful demon that's for sure."

"You have no idea who I'm talking about do you!"

Crowley shouted causing Mary to shut up. His glare was enough to silence her but his shout was something she wasn't prepared for in the slightest. She hated it, loathed it, when someone yelled at her.

"Cain as in Cain and Able! Does that ring a bell in your idiotic mind!"

Mary blinked, she hardly knew about Cain and Able. All she knew was that Cain had killed Able – and she only knew that because of a movie she had watched once when she was human – she wasn't really that well versed in the bible.

"We all thought he was dead. And you – oh you little lamb, you found him. How are you not dead?"

Crowley questioned looking at her trying to figure out what she had done in order to stay alive while around Cain.

"I'm not sure. I felt the death coming off him, but he never harmed me. He actually helped me after my fight with that stupid angel Castiel."

"Castiel? Is that why you were gone for so long?"

Crowley finally released her chin allowing her to draw back and rub it, rubbing the pain of his hold out of her bone.

"Yes. That stupid angel and his friends the Winchesters found me while I was collecting information on your Purgatory. They ambushed me and I tried to return here, but instead for whatever reason I ended up back at Cain's home."

Crowley crossed his arms over one another and looked down at the ground as he rubbed his chin as if thinking. Lifting his finger he shook it toward Mary.

"Alright, new plan."

Crowley said as he looked at Mary. She felt the throbbing in her side become worse as Crowley started telling her his plan. She felt her stomach turn at the thought of having to go back there after witnessing exactly what Cain had done to those demon. And Crowley wanted to take her and throw her right back into the den of Cain who was apparently the Father of Murder?

"So this is what you want me to do? Drop the search for information on Purgatory?"

"Precisely. If Cain hasn't killed you there's a reason and I want to find out that reason. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting I must attend."

Crowley said as he reached out and patted Mary's cheek. She pulled back seeing Crowley's smug little smirk stretch across his lips as he went to move away. She hated to admit that she liked Crowley way more than she ever cared for Lucifer.

But of course she had her reasons for that.