I stayed clear of the Winchester men for a while, finding that I needed some time to myself, time to process what is inevitable. Yet I always find myself wondering back to the boys, and how they were feeling in this. But the answers I seek, there was no getting to them, they seemed far, and I was just out of reach. Every book I read, there was no mention of Adrida, just Michael and Lucifer, it was like she never existed. She was no minor player in all of this, I was sure of that.

The phone to my right - which was sitting upon an end-side table - began to ring. It was one of those old Victorian telephones. I reached my arm out, and picked up the receiver, and brought the phone to my ear. It could be a handful of people, as the phone number was private.

"Adams' residents, Abigael speaking," my British voice sounded posh, as I leaned into the receiver.

"Abigael, it's Sam," his husky voice came across, making me screw up my face, as I didn't think I would hear anything from him. "It's Dean, he's gone-a-wall, and I need some help. He's going to say 'Yes' to Michael, and we need to stop him. Find another way," before Sam could speak anymore, I slammed the phone back onto the receiver, and the call disconnected. Dean would never in a million years say 'Yes' to Michael, and after what happened in Heaven, and probably what I've missed. He's been pushed too far, and the only way he 'thinks' he can save a lot of people is by saying 'yes'.

Screw that! Dean isn't going to say yes, if I have something to say about it. I flourished my hand up, and was engulfed by black smoke, and sent me on my way. Tracking Dean wasn't going to be hard, though he would have made a hex-bag to shield himself from being found. But my way of tracking was stronger than those hex-bags.

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I reformed in the kitchen of Bobby Singer's house, seeing that the sliding doors leading into the living room were shut, but half-open, enough for me to peer in to see Cas, Sam, and Bobby huddled around his desk.

"Well I guess she ain't coming," Bobby's voice pierced the air, kind of sounding annoyed at the fact. "Why did you bother Sam?" Bobby states, taking his gaze up to look at him.

"She doesn't want this either, I know it," he came to my defense, which was kind of sweet of him. "Just give her time," there was no need to come to my defense, but if Sam believes that I won't sit around, and allow this to happen, then I will not.

"No need," my voice soared through the air, as I made my grand-entrance into the living room, in a blink of an eye. Sam and Cas turned from their spots to look at me. "Don't get all emotional," my eyes focused on Sam, knowing it was right up his alley. "Only here so half the planet doesn't get roasted," I offered a pointed look, before clapping my hands together. "So. Do you know where he is?" The question was aimed at Sam.

"I do, but I just want to make sure,"

"And Angel boy here can't locate him because of the marks he placed upon your ribs," my eyes wandered over to Cas, as the idea of it was fitting at the time, but now, when we needed to locate him. "That's where I come in," a smug smirk came to my lips. "Ok, I need your hand," I stepped closer to Sam, my eyes never disconnecting from his.

"What for?" He asked, raising up his eyebrow, hesitating to give over his giant hand.

"To give you a curse," I stated sarcastically, before grabbing his left hand, and ripped it out, allowing his palm to face up. He didn't fight, he just let it happen, because he knew I was joking. "Don't start doubting my powers now," a smirk tugged on my lips, before my eyes darted down to his palm.

"What are you going to do?" Cas's assertive voice echoed in my ears, but I didn't turn my gaze upon him.

"A locator spell," I responded bluntly, as it was obvious. "Phasmatos tribum," I began the incantation, and a cut sliced through Sam's palm, he reacted like anyone would, and tried to pull away, but I held his hand tight. "Nas ex vera," the blood began to pool, enough for me to stare at. "Sequitas sanguinem," as the last of the spell left my lips, I was pulled into the crimson red of Sam's blood. A vision passed in mind, seeing the motel, and the number he was staying at, and a brief glimpse inside the room. It happened so fast, that I was in and out, and was back into the room.

"Let's find ourselves a Winchester," my red-stained lips, etched into a smile. As one large cloud of black smoke generated under Sam and myself. It flew up our bodies, and sent us on our way. To the hopeless Winchester...

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We reformed right at the motel door, number one-hundred. Sam quickly filled me in on the plan, if Dean wasn't going to come willingly, I was gonna knock him on his ass..

"I should do this alone," Sam states, pulling out his lockpick, ready to pick lock the door.

"But you don't have too," I offered a warm smile. "I hate to admit it, but he's my friend too. He needs to know that," I was serious, maybe it was time to call the Winchesters for what they really were to me, friends. Sam could see that I wasn't going to back down from this. He nodded his head, and turned to the door, beginning to pick it. Within seconds he did, without a sound, he opened the door, and he stepped inside, me behind him. Seeing Dean at a mirror, taking a drink, and a box of his belongings on the bed.

"Sending someone a candygram?" Sam jokes, alerting Dean to Sam's presence.He turned around wide eyed, noticing his brother, and then me.

"How'd you find me?" Dean asked, but immediately regrets it as his eyes glazed over me.

"You're gonna kill yourself, right? It's not too hard to figure out the stops on the farewell tour. How's Lisa doing anyway?" Sam states, but Lisa was news to me. I wasn't always up in their business when it came personal, and neither were they to me.

"I'm not gonna kill myself,"

"No? So, Michael's not about to make you his muppet?" Dean's expression was blank, like he already made up his mind. "What the hell, man? This is how it ends? You just... Walk out?" Dean gulps his whiskey, not making eye contact with Sam.

"Yeah, I guess," Dean had grabbed the bottle from the side-table, and began to pour himself another drink.

"How could you do that?" Sam was angry at his brother.

"How could I?" Dean snapped back. "All you've ever done is run away!" Dean raised his voice back to his brother.

"And I was wrong every single time I did," Sam matched his tone of voice with that of Dean. "Just... Please," Sam used his large hands to convey a pleading tone. "Not now. Bobby is working on something," Sam's voice lowered back to his softness.

"Oh, really? What?" Dean didn't believe what came from Sam's mouth, as he took a few steps closer to the bed. "You got nothing and you know it," Sam couldn't reply to that, as it was the truth. Dean just shook his head, and took a drink of his whiskey.

"You know I have to stop you," Sam didn't sound pleased with that. Dean sniffs up for a moment, before placing his drink down onto the box.

"Yeah, well, you can try," Dean took a few steps to the right, and centered himself right in front of Sam, a few inches away. Like it was a standoff. "But just remember, you're not all hopped up on Demon blood this time,"

"Yeah, I know," Sam's greatest asset was also his greatest weakness.

"Is that why you brought her?" He asked, his eyes finally met with mine.

"This is not the way Dean, and I am sorry," Dean looked at me, and his gaze just broke me. "Ad somnum," as the spell flew from my lips, Dean began to weave, his eyes fluttering shut. He began to go down, but in a blink of an eye, I appeared behind him, and he fell into my arms, but I kept him up right. Unconscious in my arms. I let out a deep sigh, as I was hoping he would come willingly. Sam came quickly over, and got one side of Dean, and hauled him up, as I got the other.

Without a word, a black cloud of smoke swept up our one figure, and engulfed us within a matter of seconds, sending us back to Bobby's home.

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Dean recovered from his slumber, and demanded to be let go, but Cas was on guard, eyes like a hawk. Bobby, Sam, and I sat around his desk, and books were open, scattered across the table. As we were trying to find something to help us win this without giving up half of the word, and Dean.

"Yeah, no, this is good, really. Eight months of turned pages, and screwed pooches," Dean states, his tone holding sarcasm. I felt him peace behind for a moment. "But tonight – tonight's when the magic happens," he didn't shut up since his arrival, and it was kind of annoying.

"You ain't helping," Bobby states, looking up from his book.

"Yeah, well, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?" Though it was a joke, it was a deadly serious comment. I noticed Bobby finally raised his gaze fully to meet Dean's.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Reality happened," Dean shot back, stepping off his perch, and coming closer. "Nuclear's the only option we have left. Michael can ice the Devil, save a boatload of people," Dean's voice was raised, getting his point across.

"But not all of them. We got to think of something else," Bobby was optimistic in this fight.

"Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say. But if Lucifer burn this mother down, and I could have done something about it. Guess what – that's on me," his raised his voice once again at Bobby. Dean, in his mind, wants to do the right thing, and save people, even if the way he does it is wrong. .

"You can't give up, son," Bobby was gentle with Dean. Dean scoffs, as I turn half my body on the chair to bring my gaze to Dean.

"You're not my Father," he responded, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes deadlocked on Bobby. "And you ain't in my shoes," Dean wasn't holding back. Dean's eyes wandered over to Sam who would surely give him a look. My own gaze went back to Bobby. He pulls open a right jab draw and pulls free a gun. He examined it for a moment before he planted it onto the desk. Then he shoves his hand into his chest pocket and pulls free a bullet.

"What is that," Dean questioned.

"That's the round I mean to put through my skull," Bobby examined the bullet before placing it onto the desk. "Every morning I look at it, and I think... 'Maybe today's the day I flip the lights out. But I don't do it," his eyes flicked to Dean in an instant. "I never do it. You know why? Because I promised you! I wouldn't give up!" Bobby shouted the words to Dean. It was then an intense stare out between them both. The air was silent, and none of us dared move just in case we were next to be shouted out.

Suddenly Cas gasps, making us all turn our attention to him. He was clutching his head as he was receiving a massive headache. He groans softly, rubbing his forehead.

"Cas, you ok?" Sam asked the Angel.

"No," he finally managed to look up.

"What's wrong?" I questioned. As I don't think he was doing this for attention.

"Something's happening," he seemed troubled with the information he was getting.

"Where" Dean asked as Cas turned his head to look at him. But it was brief. Cas vanished into thin air, leaving a pile of papers gliding through the air. Leaving the three of us alone.

"The Angels away. Let's play," I remarked trying to lighten the still thicker tension that lingered in the air. My eyes locked with Dean's who didn't look impressed. "Don't tell me you're still pissed about me dropping your ass,"

"You used your hoodoo-voodoo crap!" He exclaimed, waving his hands briefly in front of him.

"It's witchcraft, not voodoo. Totally different things," I remarked, correcting him.

"Whatever!" His voice was raised as he pushed himself up. "You're never gonna change," he made the snide remark. Thinking he would get away with it, but he wasn't going to.

"Screw you Dean!" I raised my own voice, and shot up from my seat as he met my wild gaze.

"Well you did!" He shot back which stunned me for a moment. He was shocked at that moment. But it was said and done now, he can't take it back. "You wiggle your way in. Pretend to be a Hunter, gain our trust. Backstab up, kill loads of people. You lie, constantly. It's a never ending cycle with you. You will never change. You will always be a cold, self-centered, heartless Demon," his words vibrated through me, hitting my core, cutting at everything I held dear about him. Though I didn't let it show. He would do anything right now.

"So heartless that I'm here!" I raised my voice, angrily pointing my index finger down, gesturing I was here to help. "So self-centered, that I've put your needs above anyone else's!? Made you my top priority!" My voice didn't falter from its raised volume, my eyes never leaving his. "And this is what I get!" I scoffed at the thought while shaking my head at him, my face filled with anger, but also hurt. "I'm done saving your arses," my eyes remained coldly on Dean, as I was dead serious. "Screw you. After this, we're done," I spat through clenched teeth. I barged past Dean, hitting him on the shoulder. "Let's see how cold, and self-centered I can be," My voice was filled with anger, and darkness. Those feelings weren't uncommon with me, but due to spending time with the boys. I hadn't had this much in me since I can remember.

I was out of the room, and straight down those steps into the basement, as I couldn't stand being in the same room as him right now. I was angry for sure, but I was also upset. I thought he would see past my demonic side, and try to treat me with dignity. But all he will ever see is the Monster I am...

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