Hot tears streamed down my face. I was still unable to move after what had happened, deans limp body still slumped on top of me. Warm blood streamed out of him, and on to me. I slowly began to sit up, pulling his body towards me. A shaky hand caressed his hair, and I pressed my tear stained eyes into the nook of his neck.

"Dean?" My muffled voice sobbed into his shoulder. "Dean please I'm sorry-"

My words stopped short when my glassy brown irises met his dead green eyes. "Oh my god," I choked out, my other blood stained hand covered my mouth. I had become a monster.

Everything was happening for a second time.

"Hello Darling," A voice purred behind me. I pulled Dean's body closer to mine, gripping it in a tight hug. "It's just your head..." I murmured, hoping the hallucinations would go away. "I'm afraid not Mahogany. I'm very real," the British voice continued. It reminded me of Tiana, except hers was sweet and flowery; this one was gravelly and malicious.

My body quickly shifted to face behind me. When I did indeed see a figure, I gently set Dean down. It was a struggle to stand, the stab in my leg a constant reminder of the fight. "You could fix that you know?" He said nonchalantly, pointing to my injuries.

My mouth felt dry, eyes still stinging. "Excuse me?" I croaked, watching him wide eyed. "Just put your hand over them, and think. Fix yourself," he shrugged, taking a few steps forwards. When I didn't reply, but instead stare with my mouth agape. He sighed, snapping his fingers. "Another time then, you'll learn,"

Like magic -well, obviously- my wounds disappeared. Small scratches and burning scrapes vanished in a blink. I was only left with the ghost pain of my stab wound. "A-are you an angel?" I stammered, looking up with wide eyes. He darkly chuckled, shaking his head. "Heavens no!" And then added, "Thank god- well you know what I mean," 

It snapped into my head, "you're a demon," and I prepared to fight, scrambling to my feet. "King of hell, actually," he commented, and I slacked. "Crowley?" I murmured, before looking towards Dean. "They're dead," I choked out.

He tweaked his lip, "not exactly," I looked up at him through blurry eyes. "What?" I squeaked. "The Winchesters aren't dead," she said slowly, adding, "sadly,"

I angrily clenched my fists. "Then who was-" I started. "Demons, It was a disguise. Illusion really. Hell'll do that to you," he informed me. "You did actually kill the first demon, slipped that nice angel blade there. But I've got to say it was worth it," he pointed to Dean- or not Dean. "Look what you've done,"

I couldn't even look over. As much as I hate to admit it, I technically killed Dean. I had no clue that a black eyed bitch was wearing my friends face, but it was real to me. In my own mind, I killed him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I whispered. "What is the point of this?" I asked, feeling exhausted with the situation.

"A test," Crowley said. Hell of a test. "If I'm going to make a major deal, I need to know what the capabilities of my client are," he continued. A narrowed my eyes, "Deal? With me? The half angel?" I joked. Crowley shrugged, nearing me. "Ive done more with less. After all, I have dealt with Castiel before," He told me. It couldn't be true could it? "How is he by the way? Still crazy?" He said, and I cocked my head in confusion. Crazy? How much don't I know about my 'friends'? At my silence, Crowley understood. "Did I pass?" I said nonchalantly, my tears already dry.

"With flying colors," He smiled, "You killed a Winchester,"

I grimaced, looking away. Crowley snapped his fingers, and suddenly I was sitting at a wooden table inside a cobblestone room. To my left was a large chair, much like  throne.

"This talk has been long overdue," Crowley started, handing me a glass with steaming tea. I looked down at the swirling liquid. "You're not easy to find," He added. I took a sip, setting the glass on a table in front of me. "Why thank you," I replied, clearing my throat. "So," He sat down across from me, intertwining his hands. "Where to start?" He began.

I leaned forward, squinting. "What do you want?" I hissed, no longer humoring him. He fixed the collar of his black coat, "Oh you know, your brother Luke Ellis,"

My brown eyes widened, and I straightened my back. "Excuse me?" I rasped, "You want what?" My tea still had dancing steam curl up. "Aside from popular belief, I don't like the Lucifer fanbase. The whole movement is absurd, like teenagers after the latest boy band," He waved his hands around. "Lucifer doesn't care about demons. Doesn't care about deals. He's close minded; just wants to take over the world, blah blah blah. And some crap about sicking it to god." Crowley raised his eyebrows. "Rather boring really. But with me as King of Hell, I ran a grand shift down here. Sales are up, demons are happy. Its just butterflies and good dreams down here in hell,"

I nodded my head. "So catching news that some kid has the ability to raise Satan cramps your style, huh hot stuff?" I murmured. He winked at me, "Precisely," He sighed, "Ill offer you a job. Help me find him. It'll be good to have a girl who knows the way he thinks,"

We stared at eachother for a few seconds, "I'm not saying anything until the Winchesters are here," I shook my head, pushing the now cold tea away. "The Winchesters?" He scoffed, "You're an independent woman you don't need their approval!" He said. "I'm also not stupid. You have history with them, a past I don't know about. I think I'll take their judgment of the situation over yours," I told him. Crowley slightly smirked. "The judgement of the two you just killed out there?" He said slowly.

My eyes darted away, anger in the pit of my stomach. "Whats your game huh? Why not just directly deal with Sam and Dean?" I growled, losing my patience. My grieving state had passed, and the usual fire was back. He cocked his head curiously at me. "Like you said, history. They've got too much baggage,"

I lowered my voice, "Trust me, demon, I've got plenty of baggage,"

He chuckled, giving me a smile. As he opened his mouth to speak, a knock resonated off of big wooden doors across from the room. "One moment," He smiled, raising to his feet. A demon grunt entered, whispering into Crowley's ear. I watched Crowley grit his teeth, almost in annoyance. "I will be right back. Help yourself to some biscuits," He called out to me, "watch her," He said to the grunt, his gravelly voice fading as he walked away.

The demon closed the door, leaving us two to just stare into eachother eyes. Bleh. "Come here often?" I smiled cynically. "Shut up," It growled. The demon was possessing a young college guy, probably about my age. Perhaps I could exorcize him, save the kid... my eyes caught on a splotch of blood under the leather jacket. "Dead vessel?" I asked, signaling with my head. He pulled back his jacket, chuckling. "Yeah, when I possessed the meat suit, I needed to let off some steam. One of the frat buddies must've gotten me before I killed him," He laughed.

I took a deep breath, focusing. Wherever Crowley was keeping me before, had cancelled out my powers. Maybe, they would work now. The demon must've noticed my concentrated look. "You okay lady?"

I appeared right in front of him, placing my hand on his forehead. "why do you ask?" I smiled, just as my hand began to glow.

Light poured out of the demon, his scratchy shouts piercing my ears. "Oh stop screaming, I'm only killing you," I murmured, just as he dropped dead. I quickly scanned the room, noticing my angel blade resting right above a cabinet.

I swiped the cold metal, and focused on zapping out. Hmm... Too far. Why the hell wasn't it working? I searched the room for clues, anything. And I found it.

An couple empty syringes lay, with traces of a red substance. "Are you serious?" I whispered. I can't believe it! I groaned in frustration as I shattered one of the glass tubes. They injected me with human blood! After all this time, harnessing my powers. I was almost at full capacity! And now, I would have to start all freaking over again.

I quickly thought of the second best thing: Castiel.

"Dear Castiel, I need your mojo help. So if you could get your angel ass down here to hell, I would really appreciate it," I prayed, opening one eye. I opened both when I didn't see him, groaning. Guess I would have to do this myself.

I locked the large wooden doors, and then pushed a few cabinets in front. Damn, I thought, this is freaking hard without super strength.

I grabbed a random knife, slicing my hand. Red, thick blood began to ooze, so I dabbed my finger in it. In front of every possible opening, I drew a devils trap.

I was on my third and last Devils trap, and the dizziness was beginning to take place. If I don't get out of here, I'm going to die of freaking blood loss. Real heroic mahogany.

As I finished the painting, black spots danced my vision. A small push at the door caught my attention. It quickly repeated, be aiming stronger. "Mahogany? Let me in!" Crowley shouted. I bit my lip, trying to keep myself awake. "Cas..." I said, closing my eyes. "Castiel!"

The doors broke open, and the stones cracked, breaking my Devils trap. I opened my eyes in surprise, everything blurry. Multiple figures walked in, and I suddenly felt arms grip my shoulders.

That's it, I'm done. I-

"Mahogany!"

I was enveloped in a hug which smelled of beer, Cologne and the woods. I looked over their shoulder to see a motel room, not hell. I quickly pulled away, meeting the same eyes that I saw an hour ago. Except they weren't hard and dead.

"Dean..." I breathed, stumbling away quickly. A strange feeling hit my chest; fear. "No..." I moaned. I can't believe it. The demons must've gotten to me, put me in another hallucination. My eyes stung with unshed tears. I couldn't go through with this again.

I backed up right into someone, turning around to see Sam. I yelp left my throat. I darted for the door, but Castiel grabbed. "Maggie what's wrong?" He said, wrestling me down. "No!" I screamed, fighting tooth and nail.

"Mags, calm down!" Dean-or not Dean- shouted, pushing me onto the bed. He tightly held my arms down, and I couldn't even look him in the eyes. "You demon scum! Stop wearing his face!" I shouted. The boys all looked at eachother in confusion.

"Demon?" Sam asked. "Can't you see my wings mahogany, I'm no demon," Castiel said, tapping Dean to get off me. Dean raised, crossing his arms. I sat up, rubbing my forearms. "I know you guys injected me with human blood. Stop playing dumb, you black eyed bitches," I growled.

They all sighed at the human blood part, and Dean rubbed his hands over his eyes. "We got you out mahogany. You're safe," Sam assured me. But I shook my head. "Tell me something you guys would only know," I told them. Sam gestured to himself, stepping forward. "You were so ready to leave Miami, because subconsciously you were always prepared to go," Sam told me, a memory from our night in the bunker.

"Also, we saw you and Cas kiss," Dean added, to which Castiel glared.

I smiled nervously, a tear slipping down. "You got me out?" I asked, looking up. "We got you out. You should rest, tell us about crowleys meeting later," Castiel told me.

They turned to do their own things, and Dean playfully ruffled Sam's hair. "hey mags, just wondering. Did anything else happen down there?" Dean asked. A memory flashed before my eyes. Him stabbing me, yelling. Trying to kill me. And finally, me stabbing this lovable goofball in the heart. I looked up at him, masking my pain.

"No," I assured him. "Nothing else,"

A/N

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