*England, Surrey - February 14th, 1795*

     It had been little over a century since Maragets death. Since the binding of Abigael's demonic powers were lifted. Releasing a new-breed of evil into the world. Azazel did so much to nurture that side of her, to bring the darkness forward and bury whatever light she had left. Filled her with hate, rage, and pure chaos, like a full blooded demon. She exceeded all the expectations that he set for her, and they were pretty high standards. But after fifty years, Abigael vanished from his radar. Just went into the wind, like smoke. He couldn't find her. Only thing he could find was carnage and chaos through England, but by then she had left. Leaving only destruction in her wake.

Abigael had returned to Surrey, standing at the same oak tree that her Mother had been buried at. Through the years, she would often visit, but as more time passed her attendance became less and less. The oak tree was in bloom, its branches swaying in the gentle breeze. Its shade offered protection from the sun. Abigael looked down at the base of the tree, seeing marks etched into its bark. But nothing deep, as if the wood was made out of the strongest stuff in the world. Abigael knew it was a possibility that people would come to cut the tree for its wood. But she placed a spell upon the tree, allowing it to thrive, to grow. Not to be uprooted from its position. Her eyes finally looked upon her Mother's grave. It was overgrown with moss, and dirt. You could barely make out who it was.

With a simple wave of her hand, the tombstone began to shake violently, and allowed the dirt and moss to fall right off. It cleaned it right up. She could now see her Mother's name engraved onto the stone.

"Take another step, and I will kill you," Abigael's voice soared through the air, unexpectedly. But she never turned around to face the intruder. "And you will not go back to Hell," she sensed that it wasn't a mortal but a Demon.

"The Demon who has been causing chaos through England," a husky British male voice pierced the air. "I must say, I am impressed," Abigael turned her whole body around to face the man, who was only inches away. His eyes wandered her figure, admiring her body.

His blue eyes glistened in the sunlight, his short, mucky-blonde hair was slightly combed up. He also was rocking this goatee beard. Attractive was an understatement. But nevertheless, she could feel the demon inside.

"You have ten seconds to tell me what you want. Before I turn you into ash," Abigael's tone was threatening, and to prove her threat further. She conjured a fireball in her right hand, swirling it around.

"You can call me Kyle sweetheart. Azazel sends his love," with the mention of Azazel, Abigael scoffs, crushing her right hand inward, extinguishing the flame.

"Is this about him not being able to find me?" Abigael smiles, knowing full well it was her doing. Kyle gave her an acknowledged look, meaning it was right. "He is clingy, always wanting to know where I am. I needed to get away," she folded her arms over her chest.

"For fifty years?" A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"He should not be so clingy," Kyle couldn't help but chuckle at the way she dealt with the situation. "He taught me well, and what do you do when the student becomes the master?" The air became silent, but their eyes never disconnected from one another.

"Does the mistress have moves?" Kyle responded, but he did it in a seductive way that made Abigael arch up her eyebrow, catching his tone. Her eyes swept down Kyle, and she couldn't help but to bite her lower lip. Thoughts rushed through her mind, but she wanted to make them a reality. Her eyes trailed back up to meet his cocky gaze and smug smirk. Their eyes did all the work, the instant attraction, the flirtiness, the lust.

"Come here and find out," with the flash of her eyebrows, Kyle marched forward already engulfed in lust. He couldn't deny that she was attractive, and he admired her greatly. Just look at her work. Their mouths soon found one another, lips crashing together. Tongues clashing for dominance, of course Abigael won the fight. In the bout of it all, Kyle didn't realize that they were now in a cottage. But he was in for a wild night...

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"I should have known it was you," my eyes locked back onto Brady, as I stood at the edge of the devil's trap. "A lap dog for Azazel, and now for the Horsemen," my voice traveled, but he only chuckled at my response.

"The same old Abby, you haven't changed," Brady replied, smiling through the words. "I must say," his eyes roamed that of my silhouette, nibbling at the bottom of his lip briefly. "You look great. You still do that kinky mov-" my eyes widened, and I shot up my hand, and his mouth became sealed. He mumbled against his closed mouth, trying to speak his words. The door to the room closed, making me turn my head over my shoulder to see Crowley at the door, looking sheepish.

"You two had time to reconnect," he mocks, making me roll my eyes at him, lowering my hand back down. The spell over Brady broke, and he was allowed to speak once again. I turned around, and began to walk past Crowley, but we stopped at each other's side.

"Mention this to them, I will burn you in Hellfire," I threaten, my tone matching that threat, as I wasn't joking with him. If he breathed a single word of my 'relationship' with Brady, he would know the warm fires of Hell.

"I'll bring the smours," Crowley was cocky in his remark, but I just ignored him and continued to walk. I could hear him pull up the chair, and sit down as I exited the room. I came back into the living room seeing Dean sat, drinking a beer. But no sign of Sam.

"Where's Sam?" My eyes briefly scanned the environment but I couldn't see him anywhere.

"Cooling off," Dean's reply was short, I still have the sense of him not fully opening up to me like before. Since he killed me, that is, still feeling that guilt. He took another swig of the beer, downing the cool liquid. I was going to go find Sam, but it was best to allow him to cool off. I took a half-turn, ready to walk away. "Thanks for staying," Dean announces out of the blue, making me stop before the action was completed and reconnecting our gaze. "For my sake," he was actually thanking me. A genuine one too. I offered a smile, and a brief nod of my head.

"You're welcome," was all I could say. "Do you mind if I go have a nap? I'm sure you guys can control a pesky demon," I had been up for a while now, and I hate to admit it but the batteries and swirling the sink. Dean nodded his head, and before he could say anything. I teleported out of the room, and into a room upstairs. Dust lined everywhere, no mattress, nor clean sheets, but I didn't want to stray far. I collapsed onto the bed, as a puff of dust came flying up. I turned onto my side, and closed my eyes, darkness greeting me. But I don't think I'll get the desired effect of sleep...

I don't remember nodding off, but when I reopened my eyes it was now night. I stretched out my limbs, feeling them readjust, as I was prolonged into a position, I became stiff. I tossed my legs around, and planted them onto the wood. Suddenly, a banging sound came ringing out, making me more alert. Then it came again. I stood up from the bed, and marched out of the room, heading for the staircase, and took each step with care. I got to the bottom step, and saw Dean and Sam. But then I blinked and Crowley appeared. His suit was all torn and bloody.

"God," Crowley began, and Sam shit himself, turning around hair spinning. "The day I've had," his eyes flicked between the men, before heading for the room Brady was in. "Good news... You're going to live forever," Crowley chuckles, walking behind Brady.

"What did you do?" Brady asks.

"Went over to a Demon's nest – had a little massacre... Must be losing my touch, though – let one of the little toads live. Oops," Crowley had walked full circle of Brady, and now appeared back in front of him. "Also might have given the said toad the impression that you left your post last night. Because you and I are – wait for it... Lovers in league against Satan," Crowley was having fun with this, and I must admit he had style. Brady also didn't look too pleased with that. I could see the panic rising within him. "Hello, darling... So, now death is off the table. Now you get to be on the boss's eternal-torment list with little old me," he had surely been business since this morning.

"Oh, no, no, no. No,"

"Something else we have in common – apart from our torrid passion of course – craven self-preservation. So, now, why don't you tell me where Pestilence is at?" Crowley questioned, wanting to know the answer since he was never going to die now. Brady was pissed, and he was about to speak when a howl echoed through the house. We all became stiff, our heads snapping around the room as another howl came ringing out.

"Oh, God, Crowley," Brady states, fully aware of what that howl was.

"Was that a Hellhound?" Dean asked, eyes locked onto Crowley.

"I'd day yeah," he retorted.

"Why was that a Hellhound?" Crowley thought for a second, before digging around in his pockets, then he groaned. He pulled free a small round object.

"What's that?" Sam asks.

"Remember I was telling you about my crafty little tracking device?" Crowley examined the coin in his hand.

"Yeah,"

"Demons planted one on me," I sighed, deeply at Crowley's response.

"You're saying a Hellhound followed you here?" Sam was trying to clarify things, but most of all he didn't seem pleased.

"Well, technically, he followed this," Crowley moved the coin in his hand.

"Get me out of here. I'll tell you anything you want," Brady pleaded, now becoming desperate to live.

"Shut up," Sam aimed his gaze at Brady.

"Ok, well, then we should go," Dean wormed his theory into the conversation, clearly not wanting to stick around when the beast gets here.

"Sorry, boys. No one knows more about the Hounds than I. You're long past the point of 'Go'," Crowley explained, before flipping the coin up into the air, in the direction of Dean who caught it in his grasp. While their eyes were on the coin, I saw Crowley vanish from the room without a second thought.

"Damn it," they finally looked up to see him gone.

"I told you!" Sam raised his voice to his brother.

"Oh, well, good for you," Dean replied in a mocking tone, shaking his head and body with the words. "Luckily, we have salt in the kitchen," they came prepared. Dean wandered over, but I held out my hand and he instantly handed me the coin.

"I'll watch Brady," Sam states, bringing his attention to Brady who scoffs.

"Watch me?" He pretends to laugh at the notion. "Get me the hell out of here!" He yells to Sam, a demon who didn't want to be chadur for hellhounds. I held the coin out of the in my left palm, and began to mumble a spell under my breath. The coin floated into the air, and caught fire, quickly burning and leaving no trace whatsoever. That sorted them following us even more, but there were Hellhounds coming....

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