Alright, so this was not the first chapter of this story, but I thought it would work better to start the story at this time in the show, instead of the original starting point. Anyway, if you're new to the story entirely, welcome and read on. If anybody is wondering about a face claim for Ralissa, I'd probably imagine her as Katie McGrath when she was a little younger, like when she was Morgana on Merlin. If you watch that show, you'll know what I'm talking about. If not, Google it. I hope that helps. Her picture is also the cover image, but that doesn't always work, so… Anyway, let's start the chapter!

Ralissa's POV:

"I asked for the reports yesterday. I should have had them yesterday!" I shouted.

The demon in front of me shrank back a little. "My apologies, Your Majesty, but-"

"No buts! Get me the reports, before I will lose my temper. Or do you want me to call my dog?"

"No, Your Majesty! I will get you the reports by tonight, I swear."

I smiled. "Was that so hard?"

The demon said nothing, unsure of what to do.

I rolled my eyes. "You can leave now."

He literally ran out of the room. Laughing to myself, I stood from my chair and walked out to the balcony, looking over the city. I love the Cleveland penthouse. It's nice to be in a place with windows instead of the palace in Hell. It can get a little stuffy in there sometimes. Back inside the room, my phone started to ring. Who could that be?

Slightly annoyed, I went back inside and looked at the phone. Crowley was the one calling. Interesting. After all this time, he's finally calling.

I picked up the phone at the last second. "Daddy?"

"Ralissa, how are you, darling? Handling hell alright, I hope?"

"Daddy, where have you been?" I asked.

"Locked in a basement," Crowley replied.

"What?"

"It doesn't matter now. Listen, I want you to meet someone. Two someones, actually."

"Oh? And who would those someones be?"

"The Winchesters."

I blinked several times. "Come again?"

"You heard me. The Winchesters."

"And why, pray tell, do you want me to meet the Winchesters? Wait, no, actually, why are you even with the Winchesters?"

"I'll explain later. Just get here, alright?"

I shrugged. "Fine."

"Hurry up."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course. Where are you, exactly?"

"The Men of Letters bunker."

"The what now?"

"You'll find me, or you'll find it. Just go with it."

"Fine. I'm hanging up now."

I did just that.

It didn't take me long to find Crowley. Within fifteen minutes, I appeared in a windowless room with a devil's trap on the floor and Crowley sitting in a chair behind a table while a man with short, light brown hair and green eyes unlocked the chains. An angel in a trench coat with bright blue eyes and dark hair stood slightly behind me.

I looked at my father with an eyebrow raised. "What have you gotten yourself into now?"

"Long story, Darling," Crowley replied, stretching his neck.

"And who is this exactly?" the green-eyed one asked.

"Ah, yes, introductions. Squirrel, Cass, meet Ralissa, my daughter. Ralissa, meet Dean Winchester and Castiel."

I frowned. "I thought there were two Winchesters. Where's the other one? Because I'm pretty sure that it's not the blue-eyed angel over there, looking like a kitten in a trench coat."

Crowley chuckled. "Accurate description, Darling, but no, that is not Moose. Samantha is in a little bit of trouble, you see. And we are going to assist them in getting him back."

"Why?"

"Because our friends here, lack the knowledge to crack open an angel. And I wanted some fresh air."

"Crack open an angel?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Sounds fun. Okay, I'm in, as soon as feathers over there stops staring at me."

Dean looked in the direction of the angel. "Cass, hey!"

Castiel looked at him. "Sorry. I was just… thinking… about getting Sam back."

I smirked. "Great. So when are we leaving?"

"As soon as I can scrounge up a ride," Dean said.

"Well, I have a vehicle," Cass chimed in. "It stopped a few miles from here, inexplicably."

I was thoroughly annoyed that we had to walk to Castiel's car, but we got there soon enough. The car looked like something out of a ridiculous movie that takes place in the middle of New York City.

"Really?" Crowley said. "What are you, a pimp?"

"I like it," Castiel replied.

"It looks like a car that Azrael from Dogma would drive," I commented.

Castiel gave me a confused look.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, never mind."

Dean, who was holding a gas can, turned the key and listened to the sputtering engine. "Yeah, it's out of gas."

"Riddle me this, boy wonder," Crowley said. "Why do you need wheels?"

Castiel looked at him. "When you betray us, I'll be the one to carve out your heart."

"Oh, Cass, such a flirt."

I rolled my eyes and so did Dean.

"All right. Let's go," Dean said.

"Shotgun," Crowley said.

"Uh, wrong. You're in the back."

Cass gave him a smug smile and went to open the passenger side door, when Dean said, "Hey—You, too. Keep an eye on him."

I smiled at Cass and Crowley and stepped forward, slightly pushing Cass towards the door to the backseat. "Excuse me, Darling. I think that's my seat."

I climbed in the passenger side and Cass and Crowley climbed in the back.

"Watch the leg," Crowley snapped.

"You're on my side," Cass complained.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Dean yelled.

"Actual children," I muttered.

They shut up after that and Dean drove away.

Crowley directed Dean to this financial office, and we all sat crammed together on one white couch.

"Your source is in here?" Dean asked disbelievingly.

"And she can track anything you need, even our little lost Samantha," Crowley replied.

"How?" Cass said.

"Well, this place isn't really… this. It's a front for an N.S.A. listening post."

"Why are they listening for?" Dean asked.

"Everything. The U.S. government is quite the voyeur these days. So I planted one of my best and let her go to work."

"Looking for terrorists?" Cass said.

I rolled my eyes. "Looking for marks, feathers."

A security guard walked over. "Mr. Crowley? She's see you now."

The four of us all stood up, but the guard held up his hand. "Uh, just Mr. Crowley… and his daughter, if necessary."

"I'll be listening to every word you say," Cass warned.

I started to follow Crowley, but he put his hand on my shoulder. "Stay here this time, Ralissa."

I was taken aback. "What? Why?"

"Because I said so. Just trust me, and don't ask questions for once."

Crowley walked away. I huffed and sat back down. Cass and Dean sat back down on either side of me.

"You just got Dad-ed," Dean chuckled.

I scowled. "Be quiet."

"Okay, fine. Relax, Princess. How old are you, anyway?"

I gave him a look. "You're not supposed to ask a woman that question… But since there's nothing to do, I'm twenty."

"Actually twenty? Or died at twenty and you're stuck there?"

"I'm the same age I look, thank you."

Castiel wasn't paying attention to the conversation at all. He was listening in on whatever my father was talking about with this demon.

Dean glanced at him. "Hear anything?"

Castiel shook his head. "No. The room Crowley's in has been warded."

I scoffed. "I could've told you that. My father isn't stupid, and neither is the agent he's meeting with."

"Awesome. That's friggin' awesome," Dean muttered.

After a while, Crowley came back down the stairs, holding a piece of paper. Cass, Dean, and I stood as he reached us.

Crowley sighed and held up the paper to Dean. "Your phallus on wheels just ran a red light in Somerset, Pennsylvania, 10 minutes ago. Let's go." Crowley walked over to the door. "The three amigos ride again."

"He's not my amigo," Cass grumbled.

"And there's four of us," I added, annoyed.

We found the car by nightfall, parked in front of a house. Dean made Crowley and me stay in the car, while he and Cass went to go get Sam… And I was not happy about it.

"So, my contact tells me that hell is basically chaos. Is that true?" Crowley asked.

I shrugged. "Kind of. Depends on what demons, but the majority are being stubborn to say the least."

"Well, don't worry, Darling. We'll fix that as soon as we're done with this."

I scowled. "I'm not worried. I'm just annoyed. How long does it take to catch a rogue angel, anyway?"

Crowley glanced out the window. "About this long, apparently. Here they come."

I looked out the window. Sure enough, there was Dean and Cass, carrying a very tall man, who was obviously unconscious. That must be Sam.

Dean drove us all to some kind of abandoned warehouse place. Then he and Castiel strapped Sam to a chair, and Crowley sat in the chair opposite him. It didn't take long until Sam woke up.

"Welcome to the party, pal," Dean said. "Cass, how we lookin'?"

"Most of Sam's internal burns have healed," Cass replied. "I should be able to fix the rest. What's your name? I thought I knew every angel in heaven, but I've never seen you."

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot there was an angel in there too.

"Why would I tell you anything?" Sam said coldly.

Dean stepped forward. "Well, I don't give a damn who you are. You need to get out—Now!"

"And if I don't?"

"Then you and I will have a lovely little playdate," Crowley chimed in.

"Even bound, I can rip this body apart," Sam replied. "Tell them, Castiel."

"You do, you die," Dean warned.

"You want this to end? Go ahead. Put a blade through your brother's heart. If it makes you feel better, I have Sam locked away in a dream. As far as he knows, the two of you are working a case right now—something with ghouls and cheerleaders."

"Why is it always cheerleaders?" I muttered.

Dean shook his head. "Why are you doing this, huh? We fought together. And I trusted you. I thought you were one of the good guys!"

"I am doing what I have to do."

"Well, so am I." Dean nodded to Crowley.

Crowley picked up a piece of something like a needle and then looked at Sam. "So am I."

With that, Crowley shoved the needle into Sam's temple. Sam yelled in pain. I grimaced. Cass looked away. At some point, Dean walked into the other room and Cass followed. I walked after them, but at a distance, not wanting them to know I was there.

"Hey," Castiel said.

"I can't watch that anymore," Dean replied.

"I understand. It's not Sam, but… It's still Sam."

"Pretty much, yeah. How are you doing?"

"You want to talk about me now?"

"I want to talk about anything that's not a demon sticking needles into my brother's brain. Yeah, humor me, man. How you doing?"

"Uh… I'm okay."

"Good. Good. That's, uh… So, what, you just change the batteries out, power back up? It's that easy?"

Change the… What does that even mean?

"It wasn't easy, but I didn't have a choice," Castiel said.

"Yeah. Well, that's usually how it goes. Cass… I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"Kickin' you out of the bunker. That's, uh… You know, not telling you about Sam."

"You thought his life was at stake."

"Yeah, I got played."

"I thought I was saving Heaven. I got played, too."

"So you're sayin' we're both a couple of dumbasses?"

"I prefer the word 'trusting.' Less dumb. Less ass."

I laughed before I could stop myself. Cass and Dean looked in my general direction, but I knew they couldn't see me.

"Who's there?" Dean asked.

I stepped out of the shadows with an eyebrow raised. "'Who's there?' How many girls are in this place?"

"You were spying on us?"

"Not spying, just listening. You think I want to watch my father stick needles in the big one's brain all night?"

"'Course. It's not like you're a demon, or something. Wait…" Dean trailed off sarcastically.

I forced a cold smile.

"But she's not," Castiel said.

My head snapped in his direction. Castiel was watching me through narrowed eyes.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

Castiel glanced at him. "She's—"

I poofed in front of Castiel and covered his mouth with my hand.

Whoa!" Dean said in surprise. I didn't pay him any attention. My eyes were on Castiel.

"Can I talk to you alone?" I asked, loud enough that only Castiel could hear me.

Castiel nodded and poofed us to the room upstairs. I pulled my hand back and stepped away.

"You know," was all I said.

"Know what?" Castiel asked.

I found myself struggling to actually say it. "You know I'm… You know I'm… Not a full demon."

Castiel nodded. "I can feel it. You're only half demon. Why did you stop me downstairs?"

"You were going to tell Dean. That can't happen. You can't tell anyone."

"Why? What's the problem?"

"I'm struggling as it is to keep Hell under control. They barely listen to me. If they knew I was half human… Not to mention the fact that if Abbadon knew, she'd realize how easy I'd be to kill. I'd be the ultimate leverage, more than I am now. Please, Castiel. Tell me you'll keep it to yourself."

Castiel stared at me for a long time, then nodded. "Alright…"

"I feel like there's something else. What is it?"

"It's just… that's not the way I'd expect Crowley's daughter to ask someone to keep a secret."

My stomach dropped. He's right. I wasn't even aware of how I was acting, I just panicked.

I cleared my throat and looked back at Castiel with a cold expression and my head held high. "Well, I assumed you'd pick up on the underlying message. Obviously, if you choose to be stupid and refuse to keep your mouth shut, I'll have no choice but to run you through. Be smart about this, Castiel. I'd prefer not to have to kill you."

Before Castiel had a chance to reply, Crowley's voice came from downstairs. "Laverne! Shirley! Get in here!"

"I think that's for you, Cassie. Mustn't keep Daddy waiting," I said.

I turned and walked down the stairs, knowing full well he'd follow.

Back downstairs, the angel was limp in his chair, unconscious. Thank God, he's not screaming anymore.

"Pinhead's out cold, but watch this," Crowley said. He pulled on one of the needles.

"Zir noco iad Gadreel," The unconscious angel muttered in Enochian .

"What's he saying?" Dean asked.

"His name. Gadreel," Castiel replied.

"Does that mean something to you?"

"Well, it's why I've never seen him. He's been imprisoned since the dawn of time."

"How fun," I commented.

Castiel ignored me. "Gadreel was the sentry who allowed Lucifer into the Garden."

"My, my. A celebrity," Crowley said.

"Wait, the Garden? Like Eden?" Dean asked. "Adam and Eve? Fig-leaves Garden?"

"It's his fault—all of it," Cass replied. "The corruption of man, demons, hell. God left because of him. The Archangels—the apocalypse. If he hadn't been so weak, none of it would have happened." Castiel stepped forward and grabbed Gadreel by the front of the shirt. "You ruined the universe, you damn son of a bitch!"

Dean grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. "Cass! Cass! Hey!"

"Dean, he—"

"I get it. But you got to chill."

Cass didn't reply, but he pulled his arm away from Dean.

"Hmm. It's always interesting what it takes to anger an angel," I commented. "You people get upset over the strangest things."

Castiel ignored me. Crowley went back to messing with the needles.

"What's taking so long?" Dean asked.

"Other than the fact that I'm trying to unravel a living, multidimensional know of pure energy, not much," Crowley replied.

Gadreel opened his eyes. "It won't work. You will never find your brother. Go ahead. Poke and prod. I can sit in this chair for years and watch you fail over and over again. I've endured much worse than this, Dean. So…much…worse. And I have all the time in the world."

"Shut up!" Dean yelled. "All right. Plan 'B.' Cas, you got to possess him."

"What?" Cass asked.

"Do it now! Get in there, tell Sam what's going on, and help him kick that lying son of a bitch out!"

"Don't be stupid," I snapped. "Angels can't possess a vessel without permission—" I glanced at Castiel briefly. "—Another thing demons can do that angels can't—Anyway, I doubt you can convince Eden's Protector to give him permission."

Crowley cleared his throat and raised his hand.

"No. Not happening," Dean snapped.

"Don't be daft," Crowley replied. "Like Ralissa said, demons can take what they want. I can burrow into that rat's nest of a head. I can wake Sam up. Just call me Plan 'C.'"

"You can't—" Castiel started.

"You got a better idea?" Dean cut him off. "What about the angel?"

"I'll work fast," Crowley replied.

"If he finds you?"

"I'll run. I'm not dying for you lot. Of course, if I do this, you're gonna have to… Take off the leash."

"Yeah, I know."

"And it stays off. I save Sam, I leave here a free man. Do we have a deal?"

Dean hesitated. "Cass, burn off Sam's tattoo."

"Dean…"

"Do it. Do it."

After a moment's hesitation, Castiel stepped forward, pulled Gadreel's shirt open a bit, so the anti-possession tattoo was visible, then placed his hand over it and burnt it off with his angelic, white light. When he removed his hand, it was gone. Castiel stepped back.

Dean looked at Crowley. "If you mess with Sam, if you try anything—"

"I keep my bargains," Crowley said. "Besides, I don't want to be inside your brother any longer than I have to. I'm not one for sloppy seconds."

I rolled my eyes as Crowley sat back down in front of Gadreel. Dean unlocked the chain around Crowley's neck.

"When you find him, say 'Poughkeepsie,'" Dean told him. "It's our go word. It means 'Drop everything and run.'"

"Why would you possibly use that as your go word? Is that even a real word?" I said. "Is that really the best you could come up with?"

Everybody ignored me. I'm used to that, but it gets annoying when nobody comments on my genius sarcasm.

"Fine," Crowley said. "While I'm gone, hands off the suit."

Gadreel leaned forward as best he could. "I will destroy you."

Crowley didn't move. "Eat me."

That's when the red smoke flew out of Crowley's mouth and into Gadreel's. Both of them slumped in their chairs, unconscious… Well, not unconscious, exactly, just…. You know what I mean.

Dean started walking around. "A demon and an angel walk into my brother. Sounds like a bad joke."

"Dean, if this doesn't work…" Castiel started.

"It'll work."

"Well, if it doesn't, you could always kill him and maybe he'll come back as a demon," I said.

They each gave me a look. Cass's was a warning look, Dean's was borderline murderous.

I placed my hand over my heart in mock guilt. "Deepest apologies. Did I say that too cheerfully? I'm just so curious what it would be like for a Winchester to be one of us. Considering you're both so… How do I put this? Unlucky? Cursed? Ooh! How about damned? Yes, let's go with damned. Although, wasn't the big one a demon already, at one point? What with the whole demon blood fiasco—"

Dean took a step towards me and I saw him start to pull the demon knife off of his belt, but Castiel grabbed his shoulder and held him back.

"Don't, Dean," Cass said. "Crowley is helping Sam. You can't kill his daughter."

"Well, then make her shut up. I've got enough to deal with," Dean snapped.

I barely heard him. My eyes were on Castiel. "I don't need your protection, feathers."

"Knowing what we both know, you might want to take it," Castiel replied.

I said nothing after that. Obviously, he's talking about my lack of being fully a demon. Even worse, he had a bit of a point… Damn it. Before I could come with something to say, white light flew out of Gadreel's mouth and disappeared, followed by Crowley's red smoke. He did it. Dean and Castiel ran to Sam's side as he slumped in his seat, untying him and pulling out the needles.

"Sam!" Dean said. "Cass?"

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking," Crowley snapped.

"Sam, are you okay?" Dean asked.

Sam looked up finally, looking confused. "Cass?

Then headlights appeared through the window and I could hear a car. Cass ran up the stairs and looked out the window.

"It's Abbadon," he said.

My stomach dropped.

"Go. Back door. I'll handle this," Crowley said.

"Oh, 'cause you're such a good guy?" Dean snapped.

"Right now, I'm the goodest guy you got."

"This don't make us square. I see you again—"

"I'm dead. Yes, I know. I love you, too."

"Nice meeting you, Green Eyes," I said. "Watch that brother of yours."

"Pleasure doing business with you boys, as always," Crowley added.

Castiel, Sam, and Dean all left. Crowley sat back down and I stood to the right of his chair, struggling to stay calm. The demon half of me was fine, but the human part was clawing its way up from wherever I shoved it down to, and causing fear in the pit of my stomach. I don't like it. The door opened at the top of the stairs and Abbadon walked in, followed by two of her minions.

"Hello, Darling," Crowley said.

"Crowley," Abbadon replied. "And that must be Ralissa. I've heard about you. Bring me their heads."

Abbadon's minions stopped at the middle of the stairs and glanced up at her, not wanting to proceed.

"See, that's the thing about demons," Crowley said. "They're only obedient to a point. Right. Let's have a chat."

"I'm not here to talk," Abbadon snapped.

"And I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to them, the average demon, because I feel their pain. It must have been difficult, with your loving king so cruelly taken from you. I imagine you felt all at sea. And then along came… the brute. She's strong… and a knight and immortal—at the moment. So I'm not surprised that some of my more idiotic subjects bought her line. But now? Good news, fellas." Crowley stood from his chair. "Daddy's home."

"Hell doesn't want you, Crowley," Abbadon said. "It's mine."

"Is it? Not what I hear. Not while I'm still kicking."

"Well, then, let's settle it. You and me. Right here. Winner takes the crown."

"See, that's your problem, love. You think this is a fight."

Abbadon laughed. "It's not?"

"It's a campaign. Hearts and minds, that's what's important. See, the demons have a choice—Take orders from the world's angriest ginger—And that's saying something—Or join my team, where everyone gets a say, a virgin, and all the entrails they can eat. So, think on this, lads. Spread the word—Vote Crowley."

Crowley put his hand on my shoulder, snapped his fingers, and we vanished.

Alright, guys, that is it for this chapter. I hope that guys enjoyed it, and I'll be back soon. Bye guys, - Lily