The next thing I heard was glass shattering, a table breaking and a snarl erupting through the air. My eyes darted to Sam, only locking for a moment, as I darted off into the next room seeing Dean close the doors to the kitchen, hoping it would stop the Hellhound. Dean raced over to the duffel bag with his shotgun in, pulling it free just in time for the hound to jump through the glass doors, sending glass everywhere. Snarls came clear as it brought it up from the deepest depths from within. Dean began to shoot randomly at air, hoping to get it.

I threw my right hand down, and a fireball conjured in my palm, and without thinking, I threw the fireball in the direction of the hound. The fireball impacted with the hound, and it was such a powerful blast, it knocked the beast straight off its paws. The creature skidded on the floor, but it shook off my attack and got back on its feet. Before charing forward, it's jaw snapping at us. Dean let off another shot, as we began to walk backwards.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled for backup, but I threw both my hands down and fire was conjured in both my palms. Dean shot the hound, and it yelped out in pain, but that did nothing.

"Salt?" Sam asked, but Dean shot a look at him, as he didn't get it in time. Dean reloaded the shotgun, as the fire in my hands began to grow hotter. Ready for the hound to make the first move.

"Damn it, get me out of here!" Brady yells, once seeing the Hellhound entering the room, it's head pointed to him.

"Shut up!" The air was mixed with both of the Winchesters' voices, as they spoke in unison.

"Great. Just great," Brady moans.

"You three get out of here. I'll hold it off," I took a step forward from the side of Dean, as I was the only one that could see it.

"Hey!" Crowley's voice appeared from behind the hound, making me lock my gaze with him, and a massive Hellhound by his side.

"You're back?" Dean seemed stunned with the fact Crowley returned.

"I'm invested. Currently," he replies just as his hound barks. "Stay!" He commanded, as his hound was ready to attack, but it obeyed its master.

"You can control them?" Dean asks.

"Not that one," Crowley pointed out to the untamed hellhound. He brought his hand to pat his Hellhound, and it was up to his chest. "I brought my own. Mine's bigger," he brags, which didn't surprise me at all. "Sic him, boy!" Crowley shouts the command, and the hound went straight into action, and darted for the other hound. The house then erupted in growls, barking, and chomping. I crushed my hands in on themselves, and the flames were extinguished. Dean dashed over to help Sam untie Brady. The devil trap was still intact, but I waved my hand hastily out towards it. A scorch mark appeared at the outer circle, burning away a piece to break the trap.

"Go! Go!" Sam rushes Brady to his feet. I watched as the boys dashed out through the backway, and I saw the hounds come flying through the wall, breaking it wide open. In a single blink, I was now outside, seeing the boys rushing towards the car. Dean opened the door for Brady to shuffle in, and slammed it on him.

"I'll wager a thousand my pup wins," Crowley was smug, as he chuckled, knowing his hound would win. The yelps came freely from the house, and that of things still breaking. I opened the car door behind the driver, and got myself in, Brady sitting in the middle, and Crowley was to his right, and I to his left. The boys soon were in, and the engine of the Impala revved up, and we zoomed out of the place. Not looking back...

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We found an empty alleyway to get the information from Brady - who had written down the place where Pestilence will be. I stood in the alleyway with my back against the wall, having a great view of it all.

"Yeah. I'm sure Pestilence will be there. Thanks," Brady handed the piece of paper to Crowley, he unfolded it and took a gander at the words written. Crowley turns, his eyes focused on the piece of paper.

"What do you think?" Dean asks, wondering if the information was worth anything.

"It's good," Crowley responded, handing the now folded paper to him. "You got no reason to lie, have you?" Crowley turned his head over to him. "Like I said before, you're in my boat now,"

"You've screwed me – for eternity," Brady was bitter about it.

"Nah. Won't last that long. Trust me," Crowley knew the outcome of this, and so did I.

"Where are you going?" Brady watches Crowley walk away but stops at the side of Sam, who hadn't said a word since we left the house.

"I'm going to do you a favor," he responded, before his head turned to look at Sam. "I expect we'll be in touch," Sam didn't say a word, his eyes were fixed on Brady, rage on his mind. And just rage in those eyes. On the other hand, Dean began to salt a line in the alleyway, wanting to stop Brady from running off. My eyes flicked from Dean to that of Brady - who was already looking at me. I think he knew this was going to be the end of his life. His eyes flicked back to that of the Winchesters.

"What is this?" He asks with a grin on his lips.

"All those Angels, all those Demons, all those sons of bitches – they just don't get it, do they, Sammy?"

"No, they don't, Dean," Sam replied after a brief silence. His eyes never disconnected from Brady.

"You see, Brady... We're the ones you should be afraid of," Dean explains, but Brady just scoffs at the notion that two mortals could be scary. That demons should fear them, and not the other way round. Sam raises his free hand up, and holds Ruby's knife in the other, close to him. Some sort of combat stance. He began to stalk every so slowly to Brady.

"I bet this is a real moment for you, big boy. Gonna make you feel all better?" Brady was taunting him.

"It's a start," Sam replies coldly, still walking slowly forward. Brady now took the hint, and began to walk backwards, matching Sam's pace.

"Gonna make up for all the times that we yanked your chain – Yellow eyes, Ruby, me? But it wasn't all our fault, was it? No, no, no. You're the one who trusted us. You're the one who let us into your life, let us whisper in your ear over and over and over again.... Ever wonder why that is, Sammy? Ever wonder why we were so in your blind spot?" Brady was listing all these questions off, making Sam ponder. But Brady had nowhere else to go, as he had hit the wall. "Maybe it's because we got the same stuff in our veins. And, deep down, you know you're just like us," Brady took a moment before lunging at Sam with a roar, but Sam was quick, blocking his attack, slicing his arm and then his leg. And pushed Brady back into the wall. Brady groans, feeling the pain of the knife.

"Maybe you hate us so much," Brady shot around, panting heavily. "Because you hate what you see every time you look in the mirror. Just like her," his eyes briefly cocked over to mine. "You ever think of that?!" His eyes reconnected with Sam's, but I felt the stare of Dean on me. "Maybe the only difference between you and a demon," Brady laughed through his words. "Is your Hell is right here," he was taking pleasure in Sam's misfortune. This tipped Sam over the edge, and he lunged - knife first, into Brady's stomach. The familiar orange glow lit up Brady's skeleton. The color began to flicker within him, and life was being drawn out of him. Sam took the pleasure in ending his life, and wanted to revel in the moment. Sam pulled free the knife from Brady, as he slid down the wall, dead.

"Interesting theory," Sam states, taking a few deep breaths. He spins on his heels, and begins to march out of the alleyway, not looking at either Dean or I. I watched Sam cross the salt line. I pushed myself from the wall, and headed towards Dean, but my eyes glanced back to Brady's now dead meatsuit.

"I'll handle this," I motioned to the dead body, as my eyes connected with Dean's. "Go see to your brother," All he did was nod his head at me. I cast my head round, and walked towards the corpse, before crouching down to the body's level. I didn't feel bad about Brady or our history together, it was just mainly sex, but he did grow on me. But I was a different person back then. I brought my right hand up, and caressed his cheek with the back of my hand. But as I dragged my hand down his face, he began to disintegrate from the head. It was like pieces of ash coming from him. By the time I came to his jaw, his whole body was turning into ash. I lifted my hand from his cheek, as his face was now consumed - there was nothing left.

"Goodbye Kyle," I was sencirce in my comment. He might not have meant a lot to me, but he was a part of my 'demon-days'. Days that I will never be able to forget...

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