It had been about five months since the angel comets started falling and Sam quit the trials. Castiel now powerless has gone on a soul-searching journey and hasn't spoken to the brothers since. Sam and Dean were currently in the bunker; getting research for a case they had gotten a scent on. There has been a demon threatening the Mid –West supposedly Asmodeus, one of the seven princes of hell. He has been possessing young attractive men. He has been continuously exorcised by several hunters, but after the process the person one possessed becomes incredibly violent.

"So he just goes ape on the person closest to him? We've never heard of that before.," said Dean while looking through newspaper articles on the attacks.

"That's what it sounds like." Said Sam while examining the backgrounds of the victims.

"I found something, here. Somewhere in southern Colorado was his last attack. He has to be in Denver by now. He seems to be going west." Dean said while getting ready to pack up.

"So, we've got a case?", asked Sam while putting some ancient books back in the bookcase.

"We've got a case." replied Dean who was excited to finally get out of the bunker.

It had been a while since the brothers had been on a real case. They had stopped looking for Crowley. After bailing on the third trial the so-called "King of Hell" had disappeared. Abaddon had taken over the throne down stairs now.

Marlowe was in some seedy bar in downtown Denver. She made some small talk with the bartender, ordered her usual dirty martini and examined the crowd. She knew she would find him somewhere. She had followed the trail of victims, young women in their twenties. She had asked around the previous attack sights and bystanders said that they had last seen the girls in sketchy bars like the one she was in. She turned around to order another round. She glanced at the door and there he was. He was perfect, almost too perfect. She made sure to make eye contact. Within 30 seconds there he was at the bar stool next to her.

"I saw you from across the bar, let me introduce myself-"

"Stop right there" interrupted Marlowe. "No names. I have a motel room down the block. You like what you and obviously so do I, so let us skip the boring word problems and get to multiplying."

"You're straight forward, I like that," he said with a devilish grin.

Before she knew it he had taken her hand and led her to the door. When they reached the motel door, she heard the once familiar sound of a 1967 Chevy Impala zipping by towards the bar. Knowing the impossibility of the car actually being there, she went on into the

room and went to go do what she did best.

Sam and Dean walked into the bar. While Dean threw a few winks and knowing glances across the bar, Sam made his way towards the bartender.

"Hi, we're looking for our younger sister." said Sam to the bartender pretending to be extremely concerned. "She just went through a bad break up and has been pretty unpredictable lately."

"You know how crazy women can be. We just want to make sure she hasn't done anything stupid." added Dean.

The bartender pondered for a few minutes. They had no picture evidence so he had to recollect his thoughts.

"There was this little thing who walked out with some guy earlier. They both seemed pretty keen on getting out of here, if you know what I mean. They were probably headed towards the motel down the

street. "

"Oh, we know exactly what you mean." chuckled Dean, then proceeding to get elbowed by his brother.

"You know what, that was probably her." said Sam "We better go

check on her".

Sam and Dean made their way to Happy Trails Motel and gave the bartender's description to the hotel clerk and he gave them the room key. They found themselves outside the motel room.

"On three" whispered Dean.

"One, two, three!" shouted the brothers in unison.

When Dean opened the door, they were ready for anything, but that didn't mean that they weren't surprised when they saw an almost topless Marlowe and exorcising the very attractive demon.

"Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica. Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias servire libertáte, te rogámus, audi nos."

The demon exited the body of the young man possessed. Marlowe was about to continue with another spell when she noticed the brothers. All of a sudden the once possessed male model lunged towards Marlowe. Not wasting any time, Sam shot him. The next thing they knew, Marlowe was giving them the glare of a lifetime.

"Sorry about my brother shooting your boyfriend." smirked Dean.

"He wasn't my boyfriend.," snapped Marlowe, "and if you two hadn't interrupted my process, I would have killed the bastard with a spell."

"Well if you haven't noticed, I just saved your life." Sam said defensively.

As Marlowe was putting her shirt back on she made her way towards the vanity in the room.

"You guys honestly think I would go in unprepared knowing what I was up against? I may be stupid, but that's downright unprofessional." Marlowe said while pulling out a machete that was attached to the back of the mirror. While reaching for the machete Dean noticed the torn up carpet where she had painted a devils trap on the wood floor and the hex bags behind the nightstand.

"Is that a steel machete?" asked Sam while Marlowe handed it to him.

"Coated in silver while being soaked with salted holy water? You bet

it is." Declared Marlowe.

"How do you get something like that?" asked Dean while inspecting the blade with his brother.

"I saved the manufacturer's daughters and wife from some vamps, and I kept his mistress a secret." said Marlowe, while destroying her hex bags. " Nothing better than a rich man who'll do anything to keep a secret."

"What are you going to do next?" Dean asked.

"Well, nothing because the plan to get rid of Amodeus fell through." Marlowe said while gathering her things. "And now, since Gigantor splattered Zac Efron here all over the walls, I have nowhere to stay. So, thank you for all of your "help"." Marlowe said oozing with sarcasm.

Before Marlowe could get out her next scathing remark Sam stepped up to offer her shelter in the bunker.

"It is quite the drive from Denver, but it would be better than looking around for cheap motels and we could help you hunt down the rest of the princes."

Dean pulled his brother away from the conversation, concerned about his spontaneous act of random kindness.

"Are you crazy?" Dean loudly whispered. "There is no way we are letting a complete AND dangerous stranger in that bunker, especially with a wayward prophet lounging around."

"How bad could it be?" Sam said trying to reassure his brother. "We could help her hunt and it would be nice to be back in the game again."

Knowing his brother was probably right; Dean slowly walked over to Marlowe and said, "We're ready to leave when you are."

Faster than the speed of light, Marlowe gathered her things into her duffle bag and headed out the door. "Can we make one quick stop before we head out, I need to grab the rest of my stuff."

"Sure" Sam said while gesturing towards the Impala, "Our car is over here."

She couldn't believe it. She thought she would never see that car again but there it was and there was no way she could them know who or what she knew and she knew everything. She set herself up in the back seat and gave Dean the directions to the storage unit containing the rest of her belongings. After getting her things, they continued their nearly 6-hour trek back to Kansas.

After about 30 minutes Dean, who was desperate to clear the awkward silence, started up the conversation.

"So, little lady what's your name?" Dean asked in his usual over the top charm "and what do you know about these princes of hell?"

"The name is Marlowe Faulkner, and I know that there are seven princes total, but two of them have been taken care of. Some of them are considered crowned princes of hell, some aren't. One thing for sure is that they are all terribly bad news."

"What do you mean two of them have been taken care of?" Sam asked, suddenly interested in the conversation.

"Not much to elaborate on, just that two of them were trapped or killed already."

"By who?" asked Dean.

"By the Winchesters" said Marlowe, knowing that they were the ones in the car with her.

"Who did you hear this from?" asked Dean, interested in who was talking about him and his brother.

"Well, all the hunters know about the Winchester Brothers. They're essentially legends." said Marlowe.

"What do other hunters say about these Winchesters?" asked Sam, interested in what people think about him and Dean.

"They say," Marlowe paused trying to think of a good answer "Most hunters I talk to want to see their heads on a plate, cause of the whole "starting the apocalypse" thing but it's not like it's totally their fault. How were they supposed to know that their actions would bring about the destruction of humanity ?"

"From what I've heard,'" said Dean trying to come up with a good lie, "They sound like total dicks." Dean said while Sam rolled his eyes.

"What do you think of them?" Asked Sam.

"To keep the long story short, I think that they are brave. They're also idiots, but brave ones. They did what they could with what life threw at them and even though they have failed several times, they still manage to make it work. It's what you have to deal with when you are born cursed."

Sam and Dean had no idea how to respond, so like always they improvised.

"Did we introduce ourselves?" said Dean "Well I am Dean and this is my brother Sam."

"We are the Winchesters," said Sam while slumping down into his seat. "I would like to know why you think we're cursed?"

Marlowe knew what was coming next. She knew she had explaining to do, and she thought she might as well get it over with.

"It's not that I think you're cursed. I know you are cursed," said Marlowe while dodging the looks from the rear view mirror.

"How do you know?" interrogated Dean. "What makes you so sure?"

"I know because I know everything and I'm sure because I was there." shouted Marlowe.

"What do you mean "everything" and where is this "there"?" retorted Sam who was now getting angry along with his brother.

"Everything means exactly what you think it means. From Azaezel to the Tablets I know all the details." Marlowe said, feeling like she just set off a bomb of information that was about to detonate. " And I was "there" when it all started when you two were born and even before that."