The doors to the elevator dinged open, as I was in a five-star hotel. My heels drowned out due to the carpet in the hallway to my room. The key-card is already in my grasp to use. In no time, I reached my door which held 'Luxury Suite Five'. I inserted the card into the lock, as the door propped open allowing me entry to the suite. I walked on in, closing the door behind me as I stopped at a circle mirror that hung on the wall in the hallway of the suite. I see my reflection gazing upon myself, the dark red lipstick still perfect when I applied it. My hair in curls, just coming to stop at the top of my shoulders. But I was sensing that I was merely not alone in my suit. A smirk danced across my lips, but I didn't let it last long.

I turned on the spot, and walked over to the rug that was in the center of the room, my eyes cast down to it. Simply crouching and throwing the corner back onto itself to reveal a red sprayed devil's trap on the wooden floor.

"I hope you're paying for house cleaning," I remarked out loud, allowing the men in the room to hear me. I swirl on my spot, to see both Winchester men holding their guns out to me, both dressed back in their 'hunting' clothes. "Atlas we meet again. I hope your egos aren't bruised, as you were beasted by a girl," my eyes were on Sam. A smile came to my face, but it did not linger. I lifted my foot up, and dug the heel into the paint work, and scratched along the circle, breaking its power, as my eyes remained on the boys.

"You're one smart demon-bitch aren't you?" Dean states, his hand steadying his finger on the trigger. "We were on our way here to kill you, but we talked and we could use you. To tell us the truth, and give us the answers," Dean explained why the both came here tonight. "We're not leaving until we get some," he was firm and head strong in his statement, and they weren't going to leave here until they get what they want.

"Maybe you'll leave satisfied... Or dead," my voice turned dark, and before they could get a shot off, I waved my left hand to the left, their guns lost their grip in their hands, and flew against the wall. However, before they could get a chance to move, I thrusted my open hand forward, palm facing them both. They were flung from their spots, and flew in the air briefly, before both hit the back wall, where the door was at. They groaned slightly, that manly one that could get a girl's heart racing. "You really think you can beat me?" I chuckled at the end of my sentence, finding their bravery honorable. "You have no idea who I am," I forced the words through my clenched jaw, and gritted teeth. Taking a few steps closer and closer to them. "But you're about too," I held my left hand out, my palm facing upwards as a ball of fire collected there. It's blazing hot even from where I stood, it hit my face like a wave.

Suddenly, I yelped in pain, a white hot pain generated from my left shoulder. The fire in my palm vanished, as I stumbled back and brushed against someone on my way. I gritted my teeth, and bit my inner cheek from screaming this place to the ground. I groaned and slowly raised my head up to see Bobby Singer.

"This old dog can be taught new tricks," I spat the insult at him as angrily as I could right now. I used my right hand and reached round, grabbing hold of the hilt. I ripped free the knife as a yelp came from my lips again. As I brought the blade into view I could see that it was stained with my blood but I already felt the wound healing up.

"Backstabber," I remarked, seeing the blade was a plain one. Luckily, it wasn't Ruby's knife, good thing I have it in my possession. I flew my hand out to Bobby, wanting him to suffer. But nothing happened, I frowned for a moment. The hold on the Winchesters dropped and they were freed. I grit my teeth together and cast my head down to see that the devil's trap had been reconnected. "Distraction. Clever," I rolled my eyes, stuck in this trap, until I wanted to be free.

"Let that poor girl go!" Bobby was direct, and angry at the fact that he thought I was possessing such an innocent girl.

"Not yet," Sam states, his eyes locked onto me as he and Dean joined Bobby. "We want answers," he was firm, and his tone husky.

"Going to be hard to make me talk, while I'm holding a knife. And I bet I could take at least one of you down before you do anything," I was strong in my statement, finding that I was stronger than I appeared. "Shall we find out?" I was baiting them, my eyes flicked between all the men.

"We just want to know a few things," Dean was calm as he spoke the words. "Even though we should send you packing," I was waiting for the other shoe to drop and there it was.

"I was simply the spy that's all I was," I spoke the truth, not wanting to long this out. "I know you feel betrayed. I can see it in your eyes. But I was doing what I needed too to survive-"

"Survive?! You do all this to us to survive!" Dean yells, stepping closer to the devil's trap, eyes burning into me.

"Last time I checked, I saved your arses multiple times!" My British voice echoed in the room as it was raised, no need for having the fake American accent.

"Because you were told too!" Dean yells, but us arguing was going to get us nowhere. "Sam," Dean spoke his younger brother's name, wanting him to deal with me.

"Just tell us," Sam was also calm, meaning they just wanted to know. "And we want the knife back," he was referring to Ruby's knife that I had hidden away.

"I don't know anything," I wasn't going to break that easily. "And for that knife. Well, it's hidden away, and you aren't getting it. So, you either kill me or let me go," I was giving them a choice but I already knew they were going to kill me. Sam began to speak Latin, now considered a dead language it was still beautiful to hear. He was trying to perform an Exorcism. After a few lines in, there were no physical changes, I wasn't hurling over in pain or trying to fidget around in the devils trap.

"Erm why the hell isn't it working?" Dean asks, his eyes cocked between Sam and me.

"Enough," I had enough of this, I shot out my hand to the devil's trap and burn marks appeared, breaking the trap. And I thrusted my hand out again, sending the Winchesters and Bobby back. "Maybe it's my turn to ask some questions," a devilish smirk came to my lips as an idea sprung to my head. I crushed my hand, and the three men fell back, unconscious. A wicked plan was coming to my head, and a smile came to my face. It was time to have some fun...

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I tied Sam and Dean up in an abandoned warehouse that was nearby, but also secluded away. Bobby was also tied up in another room, because I had no 'beef' as it were with him. I didn't change outfits, as I wasn't going to get bloody tonight.

"Wakey wakey," my voice sang swiftly and softly into their ear drums making the men stir awake. Within seconds they regained consciousness, and struggled against their holds. Their hands were tied behind individual chairs, and parted a few inches from one another.

"Where's Bobby?!" Dean cast his gaze around the warehouse seeing no sign of his friend. "Where is he!" Dean's voice was raised, as he used his profound strength to try and break free.

"Relax, he's fine. He's not far," I announced, stepping forward towards Dean. I drew my fist and struck him in the cheek, his head went to the left due to the strike and how powerful it was. I straightened myself back up as I saw Sam struggle against his restraints, anger filling his veins due to punching Dean. "That's for the devil's trap, I imagine it was your idea," he brushed off the punch like it was nothing, but blood already started to form in his mouth and a bruise appeared on his cheek.

"What do you want?!" Sam was the one to speak up, my eyes flicking over to him.

"All in good time. I want to have some fun first," a laugh escaped my lips, as my eyes glazed back over to Dean, seeing some of his blood in the corner of his lip. I reached my hand out, and swept the blood with my index finger. I placed the tip of my finger into my mouth, sucking off the droplet of blood that I had collected. "Mmm, you taste as sweet as you look," I quickly grabbed his cheeks together, his lips squishing out. I plunged my head forward, our lips locking onto one another. It was heated, messy, and a surprise to Dean. He tried not to give into it, but he did, he couldn't help it. The kiss was short, and I removed my lips from his, eyeing up those eyes of his.

"Could buy me dinner first," he remarked, but he held a spiteful tone, as he gave me his classic Dean look.

"I can't tell who kisses better," my eyes cocked between the boys, as Dean turned his head over to look at Sam for a moment, wondering when we shared a kiss. "But you both will be too dead to find out," I took a few steps back, and came to face both of them.

"That exorcism should have worked. What type of demon are you?" Sam announces, wanting to know more. I mean I could give them a piece to the puzzle.

"So, now you are interested in talking? I thought you hunters live by a motto... Kill first, ask questions later?" I quoted their motto to them, rolling my eyes, knowing that it was a stupid one they lived by. "The Exorcism didn't work because I'm not possessing anyone," their eyes flashed up in surprise.

"What do you mean, you're not possessing anyone?" Dean questioned with a wild expression and an arched eyebrow. "We saw your eyes, they turned black like any other demon," he knew what he saw, and Sam saw the same. I chuckled to myself, as I shook my head softly.

"You'll die anyway..." They were going to be dead soon, so it didn't bother me that they knew half of the truth. "I'm half-demon, I was born to a mortal Mother, and a Demon Father. So, the exorcism didn't work," I joked with them, holding out my right hand, and swirling it around. Fire generated as I swirled a few times, and soon enough the fire culminated into a ball, ready to throw at one of them. "Whichever this fireball is thrown at, is the worst kisser," I was dead serious as the words left my mouth. But suddenly, a feeling washed over me, one that felt good, and light.

"Hello Castiel," I spun on my heels, the fireball still sitting in my hand, to see the trenchcoat that he wore, and those adorable blue eyes of his. "Come to watch as one of the Winchesters gets roasted alive?" A smirk danced across my lips.

"No. I am here to save them," Cas was very monotone, like he was doing this out of an order, rather than friendship or concern.

"Aw that's so sweet, little Angel here thinks he can save you," I found it adorable that they sent a heaven's little power-ranger to come save the Winchesters.

"Leave this place, and you will be spared," Castiel spoke, his voice holding that of authoritativeness, and was giving me a warning.

"Castiel, there's no fun in leaving, when the party's just getting started," my voice darkened, as my eyes narrowed. I was quick in my throw, hurling the fireball at Castiel, but he was also quick and dodged the attack. He rushed forward, ready to battle me, but I was in a dress, and it wasn't going to be torn or get a single stain on it. I thrust out my right hand, and Castiel went flying back, hitting a nearby beam, but he had stuck to it like glue. "When will any of you learn?" I asked, my eyes focused on Castiel. However, a cool tip of a gun was pressed against my skull, and a clicking of its cocking came to my ear.

"I guess you don't," Bobby's voice came free, alerting me that he was the one holding the gun.

"Mister Singer, you are full of surprises tonight," I remarked, lowering my hands gently back to my side.

"Now, let them go. Unless you want a bullet hole in-between your eyes," he was demanding that I let them go. I remained silent, not wanting to comply with his orders. "Do it!" He raised his voice, and pushed the barrel of the gun against my skull a bit harder, urging me to do it. I knew when to pick my battles, and when to give up.

"Fine," I raised my left hand and snapped my fingers together, the sound echoed in the abandoned warehouse, and I saw the spell over Cas vanished and he landed onto his feet. I also heard the rope that tied the Winchesters to their chairs came undone, freeing them. Rushed footsteps came around Bobby and I, seeing the tall Sam and Dean coming in and standing in front.

"Thanks for saving us, Bobby," Dean was appreciative, and thought it was cool that he got free. "What do we do about her?" He questioned the group, as Bobby kept the gun steady and came around, ready to pull the trigger if need be. It seemed they turned their eyes upon Cas, wanting him to decide my fate.

"Don't forget, I still have something you want" I spoke up before Cas could speak, he looked kind of confused.

"Ruby's knife," Sam breathed the words out, as if he just remembered I had it.

"Could be yours once again. At a price of course," I was smug in my reply, finding a smile coming to my lips. "Ruby's knife in exchange for you both never hunting me again, leaving me to do my deeds," Dean clearly didn't look impressed as the words left my mouth.

"No! No freaking way, are we going to let a monster go free!" Dean was so sure, so driven in his comment that he wanted to see me dead.

"You do, if you want to stop the bigger monsters," a smirk twinged at the corner of my lips, there will always be something bigger than me, and them having the knife could help. "And are you sure you are not the monsters?" I pondered the question to them, knowing they would ask themselves that once or twice in their line of work. The air between us was silent, the brothers exchanged glazes, that didn't even need words to be spoken. As if they were mentally speaking to one another. After a few seconds, they both brought their gazes back around, to face me.

"Deal," Sam states, clearly he was not happy with the deal, but they needed that knife.

"Perfect," I smiled sweetly through the word, holding my right hand out as if I was holding something. Suddenly, a black cloud of smoke generated at my hand, shaping out a knife shape, before fading into the air. In my grasp was Ruby's knife. I dropped the knife to the floor, it clattered against the stone, before I used the side of my foot, and kicked it towards the boys. I see Sam leans down his tall frame to pick up the knife, but I wasn't going to stick around. With a single thought, the black smoke flourished up my figure, encasing me in its smoke. Sending me far away from these Hunters are their pet Angel.

I had a feeling I would be seeing them again. Very soon...

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A/N

I'm planning on doing two more chapters, so that's 29 & 30. Then 31 will be the next episode of Supernatural. I'm thinking of doing another present one, and a chapter back in the past. Or both past? Its up to you guys what you wanna see!