I came back into Dean's room after my outburst with the seats, let's say I just left the bar there. I sat at the edge of the medical bed, peering over now and then to stare at Dean. His injuries were worse than I had thought. My vision became slightly blurred as I thought of the horrible situations that I could come with up with. His breathing slow, his complexion drained.

My mouth was dry with the lack of subsistence. Blood wasn't on my mind right now, my focus was on Dean and how to help him; the cravings crept up on me, making my stomach growl with hunger. My insides felt like they were being dragged around, stretched in every which way. But through the pain, and desiccation - that I could feel rubbing like sandpaper against my veins - I pushed all other emotions away, focusing on one, just one.

Regret...

Regret that I didn't do anything to save my friend from death itself, or how I regret not telling him how much it meant to me hunting with him, and bringing down the evil creatures of the world. Even being an abomination myself, it took my mind off the things that I weren't.

"Hang in their Dean..." I state sadly, my hand crushing his for insurance. My look fell, tears now threating to release anytime, but I held my head up high, staying strong because that what Dean would have wanted. I squeeze his hand once again, before darting off the medical bed and right out of the door.

I walk slow through the halls of the hospital, my mind railed off, not sure what to do in this situation. I pass John's room, I could hear his voice, it was rough and firm, but another voice came into play. It was Sam's. His voice was soft and gently while speaking to his father, but my ears weren't really paying attention to their conversation.

Ways of helping Dean sprung to hand, but they all had the same outcome. Myself getting exposed as an abomination, plus losing two of the best things that has ever happen to me in nearly 1,000 years. I wouldn't be able to live with myself, if the boys found out this early into the game.

Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks, my whole body came to a halt. A game; I thought to myself. Demon's like to play games, and strike deals with people. An idea was slowly forming inside my head, it was dangerous, but it would work.

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I came down to the hospital's boiler room, this was the safest place to summon a Demon. I glance around the empty room, a large space within the middle, pipes leading up through the floor. I stare at the ground below; my mind began to trace out a pentagram with a circle around it. Soon after, the pentagram began to etch into the solid ground, a smile came to view on my face, and soon enough the etching was down.

"Incendia"
As soon as the words left my mouth, the circle around the pentagram caught fire, burning brightly. I could feel the heat as it leapt from the floor. I took a deep breath, concentrating on summoning the Demon, feeling it's energy before we ended up in this hospital. I mumbled a spell under my breath, the fire growing high as the spell was working.

After a few more moments of the fire burning intently, the flames soon came back to normal. Before my eyes stood a man, but he was mid-age, his attire was janitor like, but I could feel the darkness within him, meaning that he was possessed.

"How-how did I-I get here?" He stutters out, but held an innocent tone, but the meat suit wasn't fooling me, I've been around far too long to know when a demon has possessed a human body. He finally met my gaze with his, looking at me so innocently but I gave him a knowing look, and crossing my arms over my chest, before he huffed, and his eyes turned to a bright yellow colour.

"You're no fun, Ann. Could have played along." He moaned, rolling his eyes at the same time. The name he used, reminded me of my old life, when I knew this demon all too well. He sauntered forward to the outer-ring of the pentagram, being stopped as the flames rose high as he got near. I see through the flames that he covered himself with his arms, tumbling backwards in surprise. As he was far from the outer-ring the flames died down, not burning brightly anymore.

"Really fire..." He complained, staring at me with those yellow-eyes that burnt into my green pools. I gave him a nod, as a smirk tugged on my lips.

"Only seems fitting with your personality, and the way you kill." I said quickly giving him a sarcastic smile.

"Well played Ann. But wait, that's not your name anymore is it." He states, holding a grin of his own.
"Living for two thousand years can be a pain, switching names every century, not getting close to anyone, because you don't want to feel the pain or the love that you could never have." My jaw clenched, my hands rolled up into fists, I could feel my knuckles turning white. He was using my emotions to try and taunt me, making me feel weak. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction in this game of his.

"Enough. I'm not here to talk. I need a favour..."

"Ooo, what type of favour." He gave me a smirk and then a wink. I shook my head at him, giving him a disgusted look.

"Don't flatter yourself love, not that kind of favour. I need you to bring Dean Winchester back." I state, looking into his terrifying eyes, that could freak children out, but luckily, I wasn't scared of him.

"Why can't you do it, you're powerful enough." He states. I remained silence, looking away from his darkly gaze. "You haven't told them, have you?" He tone sounding surprised but I turned my gaze back to him, seeing the demon hold a smirk on his smug face.

"You don't want to expose yourself, because once you do that. Well, they will surly have questions for you."

"Enough!" I said firmly, holding my gaze to his. "Just bring him back..."

"Someone grown attached?" He taunts, doing a fake pout. I step closer to the barrier, holding a dark gaze of my own.

"Bring him back, or I swear to God, I will rid you from this earth, painful as possible!" I could feel blood pump through my eyes, making my irises turn red as blood, making the veins pop out from under them.

"You don't scare me. Plus, if I do bring back your beloved Winchester. What do I get out of it? Huh? Nothing. So, I'll make you a deal. The colt the Winchester's have, bring me it and I'll consider bringing Dean-boy back." I shook my head straight away as he mentioned the colt. The gun was the only way to kill a demon truly and if I give it up, it would be useless to a Demon.

"No. I can't do that." I shook my head once again, looking away from him. The colt was an insurance to keep demons off our back, and if I give the colt to him, then surly we would be at a loss.

"Why's that, love?" He asked, cocking his eyebrows up at me, wondering.

"The colt is the only thing that ensures that your kind stays dead!" I raised my voice at him, thrusting my hands up into the air, making the fire raise around him. After a few seconds, I dropped my hand, the flames turning back to normal. His arms were crossed, his face not impressed.

"Well you can't say much dear, you're the only one of your kind... But it's the colt or your Winchester boy. Make your choice, honey." He states, looking in to my eyes, knowing that I would have to make a choice soon. I turn my back away from him, and his antagonising gaze. My options are limited, there are no type of loopholes around this sort of deal. If I give him the gun we lose, if I don't give him the gun we still lose, so there is no other option, but one. Everyone thinks that the gun got its power from a comet passing over head in 1835, a long time ago.

"Tick-tock, dearie." The demon states, doing the ticking sound with his mouth, it only made me want to rip his voice cords from his throat, but I restrained myself from doing so, because I wouldn't be hurting the demon, I would be hurting the human trapped inside. I wouldn't know what it would feel like, but I had a pretty good idea. Luckily, I couldn't be possessed by anything that I've known so far but there is still time for possession, but it would probably need a massive amount of magical energy. I spun back around to face him, seeing him circling around, watching me like prey.

"I'll make you another deal." I replied to his question, he seemed interested and stopped circling around, he stood back in front of me, a few distances from the fire. "Information about the colt, and how really it was made all those years ago." It was the only words that I could muster up, knowing that there wasn't another way out, but to give him information about the colt that could help him. His yellow demonic eyes searched my face very careful, making sure I was telling the truth.

"I'm listening..." He states, holding out his hand a little gesturing me to start the story on how the colt began, and how it was really created. A comet was involved yes, but there is another part Samuel Colt kept to himself, so no one could make a gun like his again.