When you do something bad, you tend to feel it afterwards, but I simply did not. After my betrayal, I was essentially free to do what I wanted. Free to live a life that didn't include the Winchesters. Though I was still tethered to Lilith for now, her orders were none existent, at this moment. She will play my card when she needs me. But for now, I was going to revel in my freedom. On the other hand, the Winchesters were trying their best to Hunt me down, looking for me in different states. Trying to catch up to the big bad monster that I was, and was willing to do anything to put me down and save poor 'Martha'. But the truth was not what they thought. For now, the chase was on, and it was thrilling to live day by day knowing that at any time the Winchesters could simply find me and I would kick their arses.

I was dressed formally, as I had been invited to an auction, it was where the high bidders were. The posh and wealthy, my kind of crowd. It had been weeks since I saw the boys last, and that I had heard of the death of Alastair - which came as a shock, but he was on borrowed time anyway. But this wouldn't stop Lilith from breaking more seals as she could now.

My heels clicked against the marble flooring of the auction house. It was massive, people dressed fancy, and in another room was the auction. Though it wasn't time to start it yet. I navigated through the crowd, finding my way easy to the bar. Luckily, it was an open bar so it was free, the way I liked it.

"Champagne Miss?" The bartender asks kindly, making me nod my head to him. He pulled free a tall champagne glass, and pulled the bottle from under the counter. He poured the bubbly liquid into the glass, filling it halfway, before pushing the glass towards me. I have a brief smile, taking the glass into my hand and raising it up to my lips, sipping on the bubbly liquid that easily went down my throat.

Recently throughout the weeks, I've been going to multiple auction parties, like this one, and stealing the most valuable items that were on the list. You could say I was leaving breadcrumbs for the Winchesters to follow. I was in it for the thrill. By now they would have figured out that these robberies seemed a bit too supernatural for the police.

I turned in my position leaning against the bar, my eyes scanning through the crowd that were mingling. Maybe by any chance the Winchesters would have caught up by now. Suddenly, there was a presence by my side but I just smirked into my glass, taking another sip.

"Took you long enough," I remarked, lowering the glass down and turning my head to the left. There he was, Dean Winchester. He had his hair neat, a simple tux that he probably stole. But damn he looked good in a suit.

"So, it was you," he spat through a clenched jaw. "You killed those people too?!" He shouts in a low voice, trying not to raise suspicion.

"How else would I steal those items," I was smug in my reply, as I saw him clench his fists, restraining himself from reacting. "Go ahead, hit me. See where it lands you," the smugnesses never faded my lips. "We both know you won't make a scene in front of these people," he knew that I was right, and he hated it. "I imagine your giant brother is lurking around somewhere. I'll scream 'giant' if I see him," I took a step forward, and Dean gripped my forearm, not allowing me to advance any further. I darted my head at him, his eyes full of anger.

"Is everything alright here?" The bartender asks, seeing Dean's large hands on my forearm.

"Perfect," I replied after a moment, my eyes never leaving Dean. "He just wants a dance," as the words left my lips, the live musical band began to play its sweet melody. Dean's grip on my forearm loosened as I quickly gripped his hand, and pulled him along. He tried to resist and pull away but my grip was strong. I took him upon the dance floor - which simply was the middle of the room to make space for the dancing. Guests were already starting a simple sway and dance.

"I'm not dancing with you," he was bitter in his reply, his words harsh.

"Well, then maybe security would like to hear that we have two unwanted guests," my eyes narrowed, as it was a threat but he knew I would do it. I smiled as I knew the look of defeat. I placed a hand on his right shoulder, as he placed a hand on my waist. Our free hands joined together as one, and we swayed with the music.

"Isn't this lovely?" I mocked as we swayed with the music, he wasn't impressed at all. "You, me, joined together. Is this the closest you got to a Demon without killing one?" I could feel him tense, his body radiating with anger with my question.

"Sooner or later you will be alone," he gritted through clenched teeth. "And you will die in the most painful way you can imagine," Dean leaned in ever so slightly to whisper these empty threats to me. Maybe he would make good on these promises. But for now, they were empty.

"Mister Winchester, if you wanted me dead right now you would be dragging me off somewhere but you haven't," I said for the obvious reason. "Why is that?" I pondered the question aloud, staring into those green eyes of his. As my eyebrow was arched, I took a few moments to figure things out. "Alastair told you something didn't he?" I asked, but Dean changed his expression, as if I was on the right track. "Must be something major if you aren't opening that pretty mouth of yours," out of nowhere, Dean harshly twirls me around, and grabs my waist and pulls me back. We were literally pressed against one another, and I felt his hot breath on my neck.

"Listen here," Dean's voice lowered in volume, but it kept its manliness. "What I know is my business. And it's a promise that when you're alone, I will slit your throat without any hesitation-"

"We both know that isn't true," I cut into his sentence quickly. "You want to save this girl. And frankly, you wouldn't hurt a hair on her," I was right in my statement and he knew it. With a quick action, I grabbed his wrist and spun him out abruptly, he went with a few spins. Sadly not crashing into anyone, but I had vanished from his sights in a blink of an eye. He thinks he was going to beat me at this, he was surely wrong.

I found my way to the woman's bathroom, the place was cleaned thoroughly, and was definitely fitting for this place. I went over to the full length sink, coming to the middle one, and turning on the tap. I could sense that no one was currently in here with me.

The door to the restroom opened, and walked in then no other than Sam Winchester. He must have tailed me from the dance floor, but I was expecting him sooner or later.

"Can't you read the sign?" I remarked, turning to face him as he was now fully in. "This is the women's bathroom, and you don't appear to be a woman," my eyes wandered to his body. His tux was similar to that of Dean's. Sam's hair was also slicked back, as he tried his best to be presentable.

"Get out of her," he was demanding in his statement. "Get out and you might live another day," he was threatening me, and I found it so adorable, so I let out an 'aw' sound.

"You're cute when you're angry," I swayed my hips forward, knowing he wouldn't do anything to harm me. However, he shot out his hand, sending me flying CB off my feet and into the back wall. I went with such force, it slightly cracked the titles. The darkness within him was brought out, but it wasn't as powerful as before. Like he was draining his supply.

"Let her go!" Sam raises his voice, he begins to close his fingers into his palm. But half way, he falters and shoots his hand down because he didn't have enough juice to kill me.

"That whore of yours must not be supplying you these days," I walked straight out of that hold he had over me. He used all that power to simply throw me against the wall. I effortlessly waved my hand forward as I continued to walk. Sam was thrown back, hitting against the wall near the door, grunting as he hit. "You'll need a lot more juice to kill me," I threw my hand down, and he went with the motion. He came to his knees, and was forced to look up. I came to a stop in front of him, even on his knees he was rather tall. With my right hand I gripped his chin, squeezing his cheeks together. "You're braver than your brother," I mocked, wanting nothing more to kill him but I resisted the urge too. So, I did the opposite thing.

I leaned forward, using my grip on his chin to force his lips onto mine. Us sharing a bitter, heated kiss, he tried his best not to kiss back but he did. The kiss lasted seconds, it was more of a tease. I bit on his bottom lip, drawing a small amount of blood. It fell on my lips, as I leaned back to stare at him. I released him from my grip by throwing his face in one direction. Lilith still had plans for him and his brother, and I, disturbing that, wouldn't be good on my behalf or my survival. I seductively rubbed my lips together, tasting his demonic blood.

"See you around Sam," I swayed my hips around him, and pulled open the bathroom door leaving him there for a moment before the spell was lifted from him. These boys were persistent, I'll give them that. But soon they will learn the truth.

I was lost in thought, just as Dean came running at me as the hallway was empty, I didn't have time to react as he grabbed me by the throat and hauled me into the Women's bathroom before throwing me down the way. Noticing Sam as he entered.

"Sam?!" He was worried for his brother, but he waved him off but Dean came over and helped him up. I quickly stood to my feet, finding this a surprise.

"Got some balls haven't you Dean," I spat angrily at him. "Just asking for a beating," I clenched my fists ready to throw down.

"Told you, you'll be alone," he remarks, his eyes narrowing. "And that I will be there to send you back," Dean removes a knife he had been hiding in his tux waist. It was that knife of Ruby's, the one that kills Demons - well low level demons.

"You kill me with that, then Martha dies," Dean was of course hesitant, he didn't want to kill Martha, but in his eyes I could see he wanted to. If he wanted to rid the evil within her.

"I'll take that chance," he remarks coldly, allowing the darkness within to take over. He rushes down, ready to attack, I didn't use my powers, I wanted to fight. He slices through the air, but I dodge, with my reflexes. He slices again sideways, but I blocked his attack with my forearm, saw an opening and punched him in his stomach. Grabbing his waist and spinning under him, and flipped him over my shoulder. He lands with a thud to the ground, and the wind knocks out of him. I punched hard in his face, making him go unconscious, and I grabbed the knife and saw in time Sam rushing forward. I threw the knife with precision, and it nicked Sam's shoulder, causing him to groan in pain and feel the blood rushing to the surface. With the brief discretion, I ran up to him, and sucker punched in his face, and he went down like a sack of spuds. I held my punches back. I didn't want to snap their necks and Lilith come knocking.

"Pathetic," I mumbled, finding that fight kind of boring. I mean they did have those tuxedos which kind of restrained them. But I ain't making up excuses for them. I walk forward, seeing Ruby's knife lodged into the wall. I gripped the handle, and freed it from its position, examining it briefly. "Oh a Souvenir," I flashed my eyes up, and flourished my free hand up. Black smoke generated from the ground and engulfed the Winchesters', sending them away from this place. I came here to steal, and they weren't going to get in my way again...

The Winchesters will wake up soon enough, and they aren't going to be happy with their loss...

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