I stepped into the dark house my gun at the ready. I had taken two steps inside when the door slammed shut behind me. I whirled around to see a demon grinning at me. I turned back around as demons poured into the living room I was standing in. They quickly surrounded me but didn't attack. I stayed silent and watched for a chance to escape.
"Oh don't worry. My pets won't hurt you. I just want to talk," a British voice spoke. I turned back around and saw Crowley standing before me.
"You son of a bitch," I growled.
"Language missy, that's no way to talk to the King of Hell," he replied. I started for him but a demon grabbed me and knocked the Colt from my hand. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly.
"So violent," Crowley stated.
"You turned Castiel you bastard," I snarled thrashing in the demon's grip.
"Castiel turned himself. I just gave him a gentle nudge," he replied. I thrashed harder.
"You gave him the idea. I should have killed you when I had the chance," I yelled. He stared at me for a moment with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Aw, I see. You're in love with the little angel aren't you?" he asked. I stayed silent, my anger boiling in my blood.
"How cute. Anyway, down to business," he manifested a drink, "I wanted to talk to you about purgatory." I laughed a hard bitter sound.
"Why don't you go ask Castiel, or better yet, why don't you go and get trapped in purgatory yourself?" I snarled. He walked up to me and captured my chin in his hand.
"And I thought we hand bonded when I saved your life," he whispered. Unwillingly I was sucked into a memory.
It was dark and cold as I stumbled down the highway. Dean and Sam god knew where. My cell phone was dead and Castiel wasn't showing up. I was exhausted and the bullet in my shoulder sent waves of pain crashing through me with every step. To make matters worse it began to rain.
"Really?" I shouted to the sky. I sighed and kept going.
An hour later my legs gave out. There was still no town in sight and I was done. I couldn't go any longer. I had lost too much blood. I lay on my back feeling the pain ebb away until all I could feel was the rain hitting my face. I knew what was happening. My body was going numb and then I would slip off into death.
'It wasn't supposed to end like this," I whispered.
"And it won't," a voice with a British accent said. A face appeared in my line of sight. He was black haired and dark eyed. I felt arms pick me up and I sank into darkness. When I woke I was in a warm comfortable hotel room. My shoulder was bandaged up and I felt refreshed and rejuvenated. I stood not feeling any pain and looked around. It looked like a normal hotel room. Suddenly the door opened.
"Arisa thank god," Dean cried running inside and hugging me tightly. Sam came in behind me and hugged me as well.
"What happened?" I asked dumbly.
"After that last demon attack we got separated. We tried calling but your phone was dead. We got a call from this British dude saying you were here," Dean explained.
"That's the guy who saved me," I told them,
"That was a long time ago Crowley," I bit out.
"Yes but I still did it and I did it before you knew I was a demon," he retorted. I sighed.
"Why did you do it?" I asked softly. He turned and I saw a flash of softness in his eyes. He set down his scotch and squared his shoulders.
"I did it because I wanted to and because, well, I like you," he told me, "You may be Castiel's girl but I know of quite a few people who'd love to take his place as your man, me included." I stared at him in surprise.
"What?" I asked dumbly.
"You heard me. Now about purgatory."