I began to emit low soft groans, as I felt a pounding in my head. It was like someone was banging on a door right hit, and it wouldn't stop. My eyes began to flutter open, seeing that of my legs, and the jeans I was wearing. I could feel my arms and legs tied to the chair I was sitting on. I raised my head up slowly, twisting my neck around.

"She's awake," A British voice rang freely, making my eyes focus on a guy sitting across from behind his desk. As my eyes finally readjusted, they focused on this middle-age man, and I could tell that he was a Demon. "Crowley at your service. I also hear you're from over the pound, love," he was smug in his reply, making me strain against the ropes, trying to bust free, and he took notice. "All your powers are... Disabled at this moment," he went on, but I already found him a dick.

"I have a few tricks up my sleeve," I responded in a weak tone of voice, but I convicted my point across. "How am I here?" My memory on the matter was foggy, I couldn't remember how I arrived at this place.

"You are not the only one who can perform magic," he was smug in his reply, before standing to his feet. "Abigael the Hybrid, part Demon, part Witch," he states as he wanders around his desk, and comes to the front, leaning on it. "I heard Lilith had you as her personal spy, until she placed your head on the chopping block," he folded his arms over his chest, trying his best not to crinkly his suit.

"Shame I couldn't kill the bitch myself," I tugged at my restraints a bit, trying to loosen them from around my wrists. "Now, what I've learnt between this little interaction is that you wanted me here. I'm unharmed, and though being tied up is a kink of mine. I don't see any pleasure in keeping like this," I spoke the truth as I was probably sat on a devil's trap, one of his own making.

"You're right," he simply spoke, waving his left hand out to me and the rope that tied my wrists and legs snapped off. "But do remain seated, we have guests coming," and with that said he simply vanished into thin air. I tried to stand on my feet, but it was like I was glued to the seat. I tried multiple times, but came up empty. I parted my legs, to see the bottom of the chair, and saw a devil's trap carved onto the wood.

"Great," I spoke the word with a sigh at the end, finding this my lucky night. Then out of the blue, the power to the house was cut, which plunged the whole house into darkness. Then silence filled the air for a few minutes, and then I heard heavy footsteps approaching my way. There was no point in struggling, nor fighting it. I turned my head to the door, to see the man from before strolling in with a smile on his face, as his eyes met mine. I followed him briefly as he made his way over to his desk. Then my head snapped back to the door to see the Winchester boys stroll on in.

"You gotta be kidding me?!" I groaned through the words, as their eyes locked onto me instantly.

"What is she doing here?" Dean announces, coming to stop a few inches to the left of me.

"What does it look like?" I retorted with a snarky tone, before my head turned back to Crowley. "Me and the Winchesters aren't on solid ground at the moment, and frankly, I rather be thousands of miles away,"

"Juicy details for later," Crowley spoke, as if he lived for the drama and the gossip. "Put let's put all that aside for now," Crowley waved his hand out towards the men, but the door behind them slammed shut. "Did you know how deep I could have buried this thing?" Crowley held up a gun, a revolver at that. I got a glance of it in the darkness, but there was enough light to know what it was. The Colt. A magical gun that can literally kill any supernatural creature. "There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists at all. Except that I told you," he kept a tight grip on the Colt in his hand, his eyes locked onto the boys.

"You told us?" Sam's rough deep voice pierced the air.

"Rumors, innuendo... sent out on the grapevine," Crowley did have a way with words.

"Why?" Sam retorted. "Why tell us anything?" Crowley pointed the gun up and examined it for a moment, before aiming the gun right at me. However, I didn't move, I just stared at him, because he didn't simply bring me here to kill me. After a few seconds, he turned the gun onto the boys.

"I want you to take this thing to Lucifer, and empty it into his face," Crowley was a man of many talents, but his request was simple enough.

"Uh-huh," Dean's voice now came into play. "Ok, and why exactly would you want the devil dead?" Dean questioned, as Crowley recoiled the gun back, and began to lower it down onto his desk.

"It's called," the gun lands on the table with a thud. "Survival. But I forgot – you two, at best, are functional morons," he was snarky with his comments.

"Yeah, you're functioning... Morons," Dean didn't think it through and just spoke, but the word got lost on his tongue as he realized what he had said. I bit back a laugh that nearly escaped from my lips.

"Lucifer isn't a demon, remember? He's an angel – An Angel famous for his hatred of humankind to him, you're just... Filthy bags of pus. If that's the way he feels about you," Crowley had reached over and grabbed his glass of whiskey that was sitting on his desk. "What can he think about us?" Crowley's eyes flicked between me, and the boys, as he was bringing me into it.

"But he created you," Sam tried to justify that Lucifer wouldn't kill his own creations.

"To him, we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind... We're next," Crowley wasn't wrong, we would be next on his hit-list. "So... Help me. Huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times. Back to... When we could all follow our natures. I'm in sales, damn it. So, what do you say? What if," he places his glass down and picks up the Colt. "I give you this thing and you go kill the devil?" Crowley held out the gun for them, and wiggled it slightly. I could see them briefly look at one another, speaking just through their eyes.

"Ok," Sam spoke, reaching his hand out, and grabbed the colt off of him.

"Great," Crowley laughed softly, finding it amusing that he struck a deal with the Winchesters.

"You wouldn't happen to know where the devil is, by chance, would you?" Sam was testing his luck, to see if Crowley could come through once again.

"Thursday," he turns his back, to grab his whiskey. "Birdies tell me he has an appointment in Carthage, Missouri," Crowley gave the information free of charge.

"Great. Thanks," Sam looked briefly at Dean before bringing his focus back on Crowley. Sam raised the Colt up, and placed it between Crowley's eyes, and pulled the trigger. The gun just clicks, meaning there were no bullets in the barrel. Crowley was cool as a cucumber, as if he knew Sam was going to pull that stunt.

"Oh, yeah, right. You probably need some more ammunition," he pointed out, and walked around his desk, and went to the draws.

"Uh, excuse me for asking, but aren't you kind of signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the devil and lose?" Dean laid out all his important questions and he wanted answers too.

"Number one – he's gonna wipe us all out anyway. Two – after you leave here, I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. Three – I brought her here so she can help you go up against the devil," Crowley's eyes darted over to me briefly. "And Four – how about you don't miss?! Ok?! Morons!" Crowley yells at them, before tossing a pouch towards them. But in a blink of an eye, he vanished from view.

"Great," I longed out the word, turning my head to the Winchesters. Sam's grip on the Colt tightened. My eyes flicked between him and the gun. Deep down I knew he wasn't going to use it. They need me. "You boys gonna release me?" I parted my legs, for them to see the devils trap etched into the wood. They glanced at one another, thinking if they should free me. "Look, I know we have differences and all that. But Crowley's right, Lucifer will not stop at just humans. He'll come after us all. So, I'm willing to put those differences aside and work together. To stop the devil... What do you say fella's? Care to invite me to the little group?" A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, finding our interaction amusing.

Dean rolled his eyes, because he knew he couldn't do it without me. He strolls on over, and pulls free his gun from the waist of his jeans and pointed it right at the devil's trap.

"You better not screw us over," he spoke through gritted teeth. With the words lingering in my ears, a shot rang out, and the chair vibrated for a moment, as he shot through the devils trap. I felt a weight lift from my whole body, and I stretched my legs out just to make sure.

"Where's the fun in that," I teased, raising myself up from the chair, cocking my eyes between the boys. "Shall we go?" As the question left my lips, I waved my hand out to the closed door; and magically it shot open. I swayed my hips and walked towards the exit, feeling their beady eyes upon me. My only chance at survival now was to team up with the Winchesters and kill the devil.

What could possibly go wrong?

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A/N

Ahh! Chapter Fifty! Finally had the force to push through, and do this chapter! I loved getting back into it! Enjoy!