Crowley grimaced at the image of the young teenager brought to him. Some silly twit from a town infested with werewolves. Her long black hair cascaded in such a pretty and girly manner that it nearly made the king of Hell hurl.

"What the hell is wrong with this world?" he demanded in aggravation.

The young woman peered up at Crowley, her pale skin a stark contrast to her dark hair. "I-I don't have any idea what you're talking about, demon," she spat in irritation.

Crowley rolled his eyes. "This is getting us nowhere! You're a hunter from the Argent family, right?" he assessed using his most snide voice.

Alison nervously nodded her head as she spoke. "Y-yes?" she offered.

Crowley rubbed at his temples before speaking again. "Did you trade your soul or something, girl?" he asked, trying to figure something out.

"No... Or I don't think so at least," Alison returned, thoughts of synchronizing with a certain magic tree making her reconsider.

"Hunters don't go to Hell, girl. It's in the fine print-" he paused, ending his statement abruptly as an errant thought came to the fore of his mind. "Ahhh, you broke the code. Didn't you?" he asked with an annoying know-it-all smirk on his face.

Allison looked down at her feet. Words were not needed, and both parties knew it.

"HA!" he shouted, finding humor in the situation. "So what happened? You got all got and bothered and wanted a wereboy's pups?" he teased and noticed the way the girl flinched. "Well, bestiality isn't so bad, I mean it was only the one wolf, right?" he taunted but seeing her flinch made him physically stumble.

The king of Hell wasn't often caught off guard, but this girl had him reeling. "There were two?!" he barked, eyes widened in shock.

Allison bit her lower lip at the admonishment, but admitted to the inquiry. No sense in lying, here. She was already in Hell, and things weren't looking too good for her.

Crowley snorted derisively. "Oh, this is too rich! But, I tell you what..." he announces suddenly gaining an idea. "There's something that I need, but I can't get to it. I'll bring you back to life for three natural years before I come to collect your soul, but in return you will have to get the demon tablet back for me," he offers, considering his options.

Sam and Dean Winchester would rue the day they decided to cross him! And that was a promise!

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Elsewhere...

Allison gasps, inhaling sharply as she finds herself surrounded in darkness and unable to move. "Help... Help me! Get me out of here!" she calls out frantically.

Surrounding the closed casket are a mixture of confused friends and a very upset father. All eyes lock on the animated pine box before the room rushes forward to free the young girl.

"Al-Allison!" chokes out Scott, a teen with shaggy black hair, his coal black eyes glow red for a moment as he single-handedly rips the lid off the casket and wraps his arms around his formerly dead ex-girlfriend. "Oh my God... You're-... But how?" he guess out in rapid succession, his haha roaming along her face.

Off to the side a gangly blonde teen smirks as he elbows a teenage Asian girl. "Better get over there before they get back together," he teased.

Kira, said Asian, gave Stiles a dirty look that promised pain before she slowly and nervously made her way over.

Just as Kira was about to say something, a cutesy type blonde made her way in between and glared at Allison. "You're so tainted from the underworld I almost don't recognize you," Lydia spoke. It was strange to the blonde girl as she could clearly see her best friend, but at the same time, there seemed to be a shroud of darkness surrounding her.

Allison gave Lydia a certain look that promised she would explain later, to which Lydia returned a glare that mgmade it clear in no uncertain terms that her best friend had better do just that.

Isaac, Allison's current boyfriend, finally managed to finally get past his Alpha to greet his returned lover with a gentle kiss and the two share a meaningful gaze.

With the noise of deep, feral growl, Scott relented, backing off, despite the growing jealousy in his gut. "Let's give her some space to breath," he orders as he walks away, followed by the majority of the crowd.

Gone unnoticed, as such an occurrence was common, Chris frowned. While the man certainly was beyond happy to see his daughter returned something is just not quite right about this whole scenario. With a pained look of defeat, he slips out the door and begins to dial a number.

"This is Chris Argent," he greets the voice on the other end of the line. "What do you know about people returning to life without being bitten or changed?" he asks. Sure, he could consult his family's book of critters, but being the age that he is, Chris had memorized every page and every line. There was nothing in it about unchanged, unbitten humans returning to life and he was certain about it.

A familiar nasally voice speaks through the phone. "Balls!" he declares.

Chris growls in annoyance. "Yeah, don't do that. It doesn't sound right coming from you," he instructs.

"Heh, sorry about that. But I am tryin you know." he concedes as the sounds of ruffling paper is heard. "Well, you're gonna have big trouble in little China, if I'm right. But it sounds like it could be one of two groups: the demons, nasty little bastards they are, or the angels who really aren't much better..." the voice admits.

"Have you ever had a run in with either?" Chris inquires, not liking the words he's hearing. The last time he'd heard about demons they sent a small task force that wiped out the entire hunter network!

The young man on the phone paused to speak to someone near him. "Hey Chris, I gotta go, but I'll send you some guys to investigate," he informs before disconnecting.

Chris frowns. "Why does that sound ominous?" he considered to himself. There weren't that many options left of hunters lately due to a lack of information being passed. Lucky for Chris he had met Garth when the gangly young man came snooping around, looking for a werewolf clan.

That little incident had surprisingly gone rather smoothly with Garth simply leaving with contact info being exchanged since another hunter family already patrolled the area.

Sighing, as there was nothing else he could do, Chris Argent went back inside to greet his daughter properly...

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AN: Well, I'm sorry to admit that I've had this story sitting in my backlogs for awhile now. At least three months at that.

The story is self explanatory for time frame. It is immediately after Allison died and during the attempt at sealing Hell by the Winchester brothers and Kevin. Yes, Sam is still sickly in this. As for when exactly, it's yet to be determined.

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Revision: 05/14/15