Please! I begged. He wouldn t look at me. Running his hands through his blonde spiky hair he replied No Jill, I m not going to put you through that. I stood up and walked over to face him. You re not putting me through anything! Dean this is my choice and- He cut me off. I said no and I mean it dammit! You re not hunting and that s final! He yelled. I could feel tears well up in my eyes. I pushed past him and walked out of the room. He called my name, but I ignored him. I took off down the road in my crappy pickup. I was heading to Bobby s. He would understand me, I hope. *Knock Knock* Jill, what re you doin here? He asked when opening the door. I want you to teach me how to hunt! I said cutting to the chase. He sighed and replied Come on in. I walked past him into the living room. I sat on his beat up couch and he took his place behind his desk. Does Dean know yer here? He asked, I looked at my hands telling him no. He sighed. Why would you want to hunt when you have a good life ahead of ya? I shrugged. I m part of the family now it s what we do. He leaned forward. The family is full of idjits and dead people! I couldn t help, but smirk. Please Bobby, it s not Dean s choice it s mine. He shook his head. I Jill if Dean knew- I stood up. Ok, fine. I turned around when I heard him stand up. Dammit kid, I m trying to help you! I shook my head. It s not the help that m looking for. I replied and walked out. I took a big breathe once I stepped outside. I ran my hand threw my messy Auburn hair. Hello Darling. A dark British voice called. I spun around toward a man in a black suit with red trim. He had thinning hair and short, rough looking stubble. And you are? I asked. He looked surprised, but replied Names Crowley and I m here to help you. I folded my arms across my chest. Why would you want to help me? He stepped forward causing me to step back up. Because I m Crowley. I help people for a living. I gulped. I don t know you, how can I trust you? I asked. He smirked. I don t know, but it looks like I am your only option right now. He was right. He held out his hand. I grabbed it and saw Bobby. Jill no! He yelled. Then a scenery change and we were in a black office.

Balls! Bobby yelled. He ran back into the house and grabbed the phone when it began ringing in his hand. Hello? he said. Bobby, where the hell have you been? I ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours. Dean almost yelled. I m sorry I have been trying to knock some sense into Jill and then He stopped. And then what? Dean asked sounding worried. I was telling her I couldn t help her and she walked out. I heard talking and Crowley took her. Bobby could hear Dean s breathing pick up. Crowley?! He yelled then hung up the phone. I set the phone down and rubbed my head.

~ Dean s POV~

I was so pissed off I couldn t stay still. I snatched the keys for the Impala and took off. I gripped the steering wheel till my knuckles went white. I was scared and furious all at the same time. I quickly pulled into Bobby s driveway and jumped out of my car. Bobby stood in his doorway. Dean I tried- I walked right past him into the living room. I pulled open the desk draw and grabbed a metal bowl. What the hell are you doing? Bobby asked. I growled, but turned to him. I m summoning the bastard! I whirled back around and grabbed his pocket knife. I folded my fingers around it and sliced my palm. I squeezed blood into the bowl and began chanting. Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te ... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque tern perdition s venenum propinare I lit the contents on fire and a noise sounded from behind me. Crowley turned towards me. Squirrel, good to see you. He said. I couldn t hold back my anger. I punched him in the mouth and watched him crumble to the ground. He stumbled, but finally stood up. He straightened his suit and stepped towards Dean before stopping. He growled and looked up to the ceiling. Oh yes, how could I forget? He cleared his throat. May I ask what the hell your problem is Squirrel? He asked. My face hardened . You know exactly what my problem is! I growled. He brought his hand up to his chin. Hm nope nothing seems to be hitting home. Sorry. I pulled my fist up again, but Bobby held my arm. Dean I know your angry, but hitting him won t get you an answer any faster. I brought my arm down and tried to remain calm. Where is Jill? I asked a growl still apparent in my tone. Ah yes Jill. Is she yours? He chuckled. I closed my eyes. Where is she? I asked. In my office waiting for training. He replied. I apparently had confusion written on my face because he continued with She wants to hunt and you know me always wanting to help people. He chuckled again. Bring her back! I growled. He held his hands up. Ok, calm down Squirrel. Just let me out and I will retrieve your precious Jill. Bobby looked at me. We turned our backs to Crowley. You think we can trust him? He asked. I don t have any other choice. I replied. We turned back and I climbed up onto a chair. I pulled out my knife and scratched off part of the trap. I looked down at Crowley. Go, bring her here! I boomed. He smiled and kicked a leg on the chair, knocking me onto the floor. I looked up at him with fire in my eyes. That s for punching me. Then he was gone. Bobby helped me up. About two minutes passed and I repeated the spell. Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te ... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque tern perdition s venenum propinare When I lit it instead of turning red and orange it turned black and smelled awful. I looked at Bobby whose face looked sad. He used a counter summoning spell. I clenched my teeth. Dammit! I yelled slamming my hand down onto the desk.