I have a new story for my readers (don't worry, I have most of this actually done before posting anything and not putting back my other stories) and hopefully new readers.

Also during the course of the story, it may look like I'm taking liberties with the established rules of the universe in the show, but I think I'm actually being more consistent, so I hope you don't worry about shouting, 'That doesn't make sense with the show!'

Happy reading.

Old Toothy Faces
By OneHorseShay
Disclaimer: Don't Own, Don't Sue. For Chuck sakes, don't sue.
Rating: T Language, Violence and possible Adult Content/Situation
Summary: The Winchester Brothers attempted to close the gates of Hell once and for all, but gave up the quest for family. What if one wanted to close them for family with the backing of an old enemy with his own agenda? What if it took Heaven and Hell to stop them? Takes place between the episodes of 'Paint it Black' and 'Inside Man'.

Prologue

The time was approaching midnight on the practically abandoned dirt crossroad that was on the very outskirts of Los Angeles County with a clear sky overhead where one could actually see a number of stars. The place was all but abandoned save for one individual, a lanky young man in his early twenties with short black curly hair and glasses who at the moment was kneeling in the center of the intersection. It was a chiller night than he expected, but he ignored it as he dug up some dirt then placed the metal tin into the ground and covered it back up.

He stood up then spoke very slowly and carefully the incantation he had practiced for several hours phonetically, "Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae."

The nervous young man waited, not expecting anything to really happen, but desperation and one too many late nights surfing the internet (after having one too many drinks) brought him to the point of trying anything.

A soft, sweet voice called out behind him, "Hello."

He turned around and caught his breath at seeing to his eyes a very attractive girl that was around his age. She was quite beautiful and hot (and bared a striking resemblance to a 'friend' from back in high school), but her eyes as black as night without any hint of iris or white was a jarring sight. However, that didn't prevent him from taking a few moments to assess the beauty standing in front of him.

She was a slim and fairly tall at about five-seven, yet curved in all the right places, twenty-one years old young woman wearing a black scooped necked buttoned tank-top with the top button undone to show off a little more of her cleavage of her well endowed natural assets, a waist length black leather jacket, hip hugging dark blue jeans and black laced boots. She had a lovely symmetrical face with pink supple lips, fair nearly pale skin, dark brown and slightly curled long hair that reached just past her shoulder blades and to her cleavage.

The young woman smiled at his reaction, something that she was used to getting, be they male or female with her usual picks of 'meatsuits'. She always picked a body for beauty over brawn and always took care of it instead of riding it hard to the point of burnout as many other demons tended to do towards their inhabited bodies; there were plenty of other demons (the less intelligent ones) to possess people such as bodybuilders, street thugs or top notch physically fit cops and soldiers for the muscle when necessary. She had made the right choice in possessing the Irish and Italian descended girl from the Northeast and about to use it to her advantage.

The dark brunette blinked and her eyes returned to normal to show the whites of her eyes and lovely crisp blue pupils. She put on a sweet, alluring smile and waited for him to speak.

The nervous, glasses wearing young man uttered, "Ah… hi, you're real… you're a…"

She patently smiled and answered in a sweet tone, "Demon. Yes, Robert, I'm quite real and you called because you wanted something."

His mouth dropped open for a moment, still trying to comprehend that it actually worked and didn't give it a thought that she somehow knew his name.

The lovely appearing demon patiently questioned as politeness and charm were her greatest weapon as opposed to a number of other demons that relayed on brute strength, "So, you want to make a deal?"

The question rocked the young jarred the nervous twenty-something year old out of his stupor and nervously chuckled, "Yes, I want something."

"Are you aware of the price for any deal you and I strike?"

He licked his lips and answered in baited breath, "Yes… you grant me my wish and in return, you get my soul in the future."

"Yes, your soul is the price. You get ten years then I get your soul. Are you comfortable with that?"

Robert licked his lips and took a deep breath. He had thought about the trade in a pretty abstract concept over the last week as he really didn't expect this to work, but here she stood in front of him with the power to grant his wish. He weighed the options, his soul for his desire. He thought he wasn't really using his soul and figured his life wasn't worth much without his wish.

"Yes, I am."

"Okay, what is it you want?"

He hesitated and partially flapped his lips before he uttered, "I want this girl… a girl I've known for years to return my feelings. She kind of does though, but things never seemed to work out for us and now someone else is in her life. I want a way to impress her enough or make her realize that I'm the guy for her. I don't know exactly how to make that happen, so I was hoping the wish would take care of the details."

She raised an eyebrow and sympathetically questioned, "So she's with another guy and you can't compete?"

"Another girl actually…"

The demon whistled then grinned while glancing away for a moment. She resisted the urge to make some smartass comment that he had to be pretty bad to drive her to the arms of another girl. Alienating the pathetic loser wouldn't serve her purpose of getting his soul. She casually remarked, "That's a big one isn't it?"

"Yeah. I don't know what else to do, but this."

She took a step towards to him, invading his personal space and running her fingers across his lean chest to his stomach. "It shouldn't be problem. We'll have to workout the details of exactly what I would provide, but in the end, you should get your girl."

"That would be a very bad deal," a voice called out several yards behind Robert.

The curly haired twenty-something turned around towards the voice and saw another young man about the same age as Robert and girl the demon was inhibiting leaning against the fender of blue Prius with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. He had a rugged face with a strong chin with a five o'clock shadow of a beard and mustache, brown eyes and short brown hair that was fairly messy. He stood at about five-eight with a well-built yet lean frame from what could be estimated under the guy's waist length bomber style black leather jacket, more like Bruce Lee than Schwarzenegger.

The stranger pushed off the car and uncrossed his arms. He wore a friendly smile and continued, "You shouldn't sell your soul to her for your sweetheart."

Robert cautiously eyed the newcomer and muttered, "And who are you?"

The stranger smiled and shrugged before casually answering, "Oh, I'm just someone who's trying to look out for you and rooting that you will get with her so you can both be happy, but this isn't the way to do it."

Robert uttered in a confused and somewhat annoyed voice, "How do you know that? Are you stalking me? Who are you?"

The young man patiently smiled yet answered in an absolute voice, "My name is Nathaniel and I am an Angel of the Lord."

Robert brow wrinkled behind the frame of his glasses and mouth partially dropped open. He was raised Jewish, but was never deeply devout and took the concept of angels and demons with only a passing thought. Now he was not only speaking with a demon to trade for his soul, but apparently facing an angel.

He looked over his shoulder for perhaps confirmation and saw the expression on the demon's face, the fear in her eyes that she couldn't manage to totally suppress. His breath shortened at the unspoken confirmation and glanced back to the handsome stranger. He stuttered, "You're… you're an angel?"

"Yes."

"Why… why are you here?"

"For you."

Robert's eyes opened wide. "Me? Why are you interested in me?"

"I have my reasons, but we have the same goal: you being with your cute little redhead. However… for that to happen, I'm here to try to stop you from doing something very, very foolish."

The mortal replied with a false sense of bravado, "It's not foolish. It's a well thought out and even trade."

The handsome stranger slowly walked to the pair and kept his focus on the slim young man and continued, "Even trade? Eternal damnation for ten years with her? What about her say in the matter? You don't get to make those decisions for her. Here's a thought: try to win her over. Let her know how you really feel and prove to her you are the guy that is best for her… and give her a shot to prove to you that she's good enough for you…"

He motioned to the demon with a nod of his head as he spoke, "…and don't rely on her to do it. What are you going to gain if you go through with it? Will it really be her or some facsimile? Ten years of uncertain allusion with perhaps a few children with her then be dragged to Hell be tormented and you just might eventually become like her. Do you want to be her?"

The lovely dark haired young woman felt a wave of rage ripple through her from the insult. She found some courage and warned, "You should butt out. He's free to make his own choice. Isn't that what you angels are into now? Freewill?"

The more muscular young man turned his attention to the demon and matched her gaze. He answered in a slow and deliberate voice, "Make me."

The demon took a step back, unwilling to challenge him.

Robert swallowed down his fear at seeing the demon being so easily intimidated by the stranger. He looked back to Nathaniel and pleaded, "I've tried all that and she'll just never commit. She's been that way since high school. I need help if things are actually going to change."

Nathaniel tilted his head just a little to his right and smiled as he remarked, "Have a little faith."

As if on cue, Robert's phone rang inside his jacket pocket. He knotted his brow, recalling that he didn't have much cell coverage this far out.

Nathaniel motioned with his left hand towards the phone with a confident smile. "You should answer that."

The curly haired fellow reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his smartphone. He spotted the caller ID and a smile formed on his face. He answered it and brought the phone to his ear. "Hey."

He nodded along to whatever was said on the other end while his confusion slowly turned into a grin. After several more seconds, he answered, "Yeah it's late, but I'll be right over." He ended the call and looked up to the angel and demon with a grin big enough to nearly break his face.

Robert's smile faded as he realized that he was standing in front of a demon and angel. He looked to the attractive demon and fearfully stuttered, "I'm ah… I'm sorry… sorry for wasting your time, but…"

The demon clenched her jaw so tightly that it threatened to crack the teeth of the girl she was possessing. She was seething at losing the easy deal, but she remembered one of the most important rules that her king had laid down: Hell has integrity. It was a pragmatic rather than autistic approach as if they didn't have it, no one would be willing to do business with them which sometimes included losing a potential soul. She put on a shit-eating grin and answered in a reassuring manner, "It's alright. It's just business. You win some, you lose some. If you're ever in need of my services in the future…"

Robert politely nodded, grateful that the creature from the depths of Hell didn't want to do any number of horrible things to him for backing out, then quickly knelt to dig up the tin can then ran to his car. He flung himself into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition then floored it. The car sped past the pair still standing in the road, kicking up dirt and a little gravel.

The lovely looking demon turned a harsh glare to him and balled her fist, but underneath the rage filled expression there was still the linger of fear in being in the presence of an angel. However, whatever fears she had been suppressed with audacity as she snapped, "What business do you have interfering? He came here of his own freewill. I wasn't forcing him to do anything."

"No you weren't and neither was I. I just pointed out the alternative and… perhaps solving his problem without costing him a soul."

"Why? Why would an angel give a damn about some loser who can't close the deal with his girl?"

Nathaniel cocked an eyebrow and retorted with his own question, "Doesn't Hell get enough of them already?"

The attractive body wearing demon intensified an impotent glare towards him.

The angel eyed the abomination with mild contempt, but decided to humor her as he didn't see much need to toy with her. "Fine, if you want to know, he belonged to me first."

She crossed her arms under her chest and demanded, "Yours? How was he yours?"

"I'm to make sure he gets with his girl… at least long enough for him to have children with her. Hopefully they'll last, but… there are no guarantees in life."

She squinted and slightly nodded her head to the side. "You want him to have children with her? Why?"

"It's my job."

The demon crossed her arms under her chest and questioned, "Your job… Your job to make sure he has children…" She studied him for a few moments, ignoring for the moment that he was wearing an attractive body in her eyes, before it dawned on her what he meant. The explanation caused her to snort out a laugh, "You're a cupid?"

The cherub slightly tilted his head to the side and gave her a curious expression, unsure why she thought his class of angel was something humorous.

The demon started outright laughing, a deep hearty laugh that nearly brought her to tears. She wrapped her arm over her stomach and muttered between laughs, "Shouldn't you be in a diaper and holding a bow and arrow with a heart as an arrowhead?"

The fair skinned demon stopped laughing when his hand was around her throat and he easily lifted her off her feet, which stated dangling about two feet off the ground and bumping him just above the knees. She desperately clawed at his left hand to get him to release her, but it as a vein effort as he was considerably stronger than her. She looked down to see his eyes glowing blue and heard a soft hum then noticed that his right palm was glowing yellow.

He whispered above the sound of the hum he was emanating, "Yes, I am a cupid and one with very little patience with… 'people' such as yourself willing to destroy people so you can hit some quota for the month. Perhaps I should put you out of your misery and keep some other unfortunate soul from being caught in your web?"

Fear gripped the demon's metaphorical heart as she could see her existence about to end.

However, another voice yelled out to the angel's right, "Mandy!"

The cupid glanced to the direction of the voice and recognized in an instant that a light skinned muscular tall young man that had appeared out of nowhere concerned about the possessed girl was a demon. Nathaniel raised his right hand and the demon was hit with a wave of the angel's will instead of being destroyed and was thrown off his feet and sent flying backwards more than half a dozen yards. He landed hard and skidded to a stop, partially curling into a ball.

Nathaniel looked back up at the abomination and for a moment, saw past the twisted and mutilated remains of a human soul and saw the pain and not from his grip around her neck and fear, genuine fear. He released his grip from around her neck and she unceremoniously dropped to the ground, her knees crumbling and partially rolling to her right side. She didn't need to breathe, but she naturally rubbed her throat as she pulled herself into a seated position.

The cupid looked down at her with an expression of disgust and muttered, "They are off-limits or I will lay you to waste."

Mandy did the only sensible thing: she remained silent and nodded her head in understanding of his warning.

The next moment he was gone with a fluttering sound.

Mandy stood up, quite shaken from the experience, and brushed herself off. She looked to her fellow demon that approached her holding his right side and wearing a grimace. She smacked his right arm and spat in disgust, "Some help you were."

He looked apologetically to her, but sarcastically snapped, "What was I going to do against an angel? You just saw how he tossed me away."

The dark brunette shook her head, tossing a little of her dark locks and impatiently asked, "Fine, why are you here? Don't you have your own soul to process?"

The muscular demon unnecessarily cleared his throat and answered with a lace of fear, "We have a problem."

Unknown Location
Earth

Mandy cautiously and practically dragged her feet while walking down the hall towards the throne room of the King of Hell's earthly headquarters after Brandon broke his news. Her throat or more accurately her 'meatsuit's' throat felt constricted along with the increase in pulse and dry mouth. She enjoyed the physical sensations of being in a body, especially the sensual aspects, but the stressful feeling threatening to overwhelm her wouldn't do her any good in the next few minutes if she expected to get out of the meeting alive.

She hated to be the barer of bad news at anytime, but today the king was not in a good mood and he just might take his frustrations out on her—kill the messenger and all… The rumors had it that he just had another encounter with the Winchesters and it had not gone well and that in turn he was fighting with his recently reunited mother, a powerful witch in her own right.

As she reached the last few yards to the guarded double doors, she passed a number of her fellow demons wandering about the complex going about their business and receiving several gazes.

She stopped in front of the double doors and suppressing the feeling to flinch at the sight of seeing one half a person nailed on each door, a warning to any other demon not to waste the king's time with trivial matters.

The guards pushed opened the blood soaked double doors for her to step inside. She flicked her eyes back and forth between the guards before cautiously stepping inside and towards the throne.

Crowley, former King of the Crossroads now King of Hell, sat on his throne, leaning to his left and bracing his elbow on the armrest and resting his cheek on a closed fist while paying attention to his phone. There were two rows of seats for his closest advisors that at the moment only had a few seated. In the seat closest to his left sat a redhead Scottish witch that turned out to be the king's mother. Mandy wasn't sure who was scarier: the king or his mother.

The king looked with a bored expression at Mandy as she stopped just a few yards in front of the throne with a bowed head while his mother focused on her embroidering. The redheaded witch maintained her attention on her embroidering as she sweetly greeted the lowly demon, but with a hint of irritation in her voice, "Sweetie, I hope you're not here to waste your king's time."

Mandy respectfully nodded to the witch and answered in a deferring manner, "No ma'am."

Crowley pulled his attention away from his phone, but ignored the fact that his mother had taken the lead in addressing what was clearly the business of Hell, perhaps emboldened by her suggestion made more than a week ago, and slowly drawled, "Then what is it?"

Mandy kept her head bowed, avoiding eye contact with him, and licked her lips before answering, "I'm sorry to bother you my king, but I beg to report that someone has killed one of your hellhounds—not Juliet—but one nevertheless and the person he was sent to retrieve has disappeared."

Crowley dropped his hand from his cheek and sat up straight on his throne. He asked rhetorically with a hint of annoyance lacing his words, "Someone killed one of my pets? Why was one of my hounds sent to retrieve a soul?"

She darted her eyes to look at the floor and muttered, "It was one of your personal deals before you became king my lord. Since Guthrie's… passing, we've—"

Rowena slightly squinted and hissed in an accusing tone, "You mean that traitor to your king?"

Crowley passed his mother a suspicious glance, observing her vitriol response.

Mandy kept her head bowed and answered, "I know nothing about that ma'am." She turned her head back to Crowley and continued, "All I know that after his death, it fell on us to take up some of his responsibilities as no one has been chosen to replace him."

"Us?"

"Just a number of us that answered to him as our direct supervisor when he was still personally making deals before becoming one of your advisers. Once he started his service with you my king, some of us took on… administrative assistant roles to assist him."

A wicked smile formed on Rowena's face as if she was a cat about to play with a mouse she just caught and accused, "Oh, so he was your patron? Perhaps you were aware of the plot against the king?"

"I don't know of any plot against the king if such a thing happened."

Rowena stood up and questioned with a voice filled with outrage, "If? If? Are you calling me a liar?"

Mandy wisely kept her head down, but replied with a bit of steel in her voice, "No ma'am. I'm just saying that I am still having a hard time reconciling the person I knew with the idea that he would do such a thing towards our king."

The Scottish witch raised a finger as if she could strike the demon down with the gesture and since she had created a spell that could kill demons, that perhaps it was possible.

Crowley raised a few fingertips and quietly spoke, "Enough mother."

The King's mother turned her head to look at her son and held her tongue. She lowered her hand and retook her seat, but kept a withering look on the 'young woman'.

The former King of the Crossroads turned his attention back to the submissive demon and answered, "So one of my hounds is dead, what do you plan to do about it?"

Mandy dared to lift her head enough to barely meet his eyes and fearfully asked, "Sir?"

Crowley wore his smug expression and casually answered, "You're the one that has come to me with the news and assumed some of Guthrie's responsibilities, so tell me what you are going to do about it?"

The demon in the attractive girl lifted her head and flustered for the moment before she swallowed and gathered her confidence to answer, "I'll find the one that killed your hound and bring them to you and retrieve the soul that rightfully belongs to you."

Crowley slightly bowed his head to the side and answered as if he was praising a small child, "Good. I'm glad I didn't have to explain the obvious to you." He turned his attention back to his phone, expecting her to scurry away, but she remained in her spot.

Mandy answered, "If I may my lord, I do have one question."

He looked from his phone and looked to her with a hint of impatience that she hadn't already left. He put in a little of such impatience in his voice, "Yes?"

"Do you wish for me to punish them or bring them back alive for you to personally administer justice?"

Crowley grinned at the intelligent question, a pleasant surprise. "Ah, aren't you the considerate one? Bring them back to me alive so I can personally show the person the error of his or her ways."

She bowed her head again and nodded. "Yes my king." She looked to the witch and respectfully bowed to her, not gaining her a bit of consideration from the mortal, before quickly turning and headed out of the room.

Once the doors closed, Rowena looked to her son with barely restrained contempt. "You don't seriously believe that child can do such a thing, especially one that worked directly under Guthrie? She could have been complacent on his treachery and regardless of how untrustworthy she must be, one of your personal hounds has been killed while trying to retrieve a soul that belongs to you? Shouldn't you at least send someone more reliable?"

Crowley lazily replied with an eye roll, "Mother, as much as I love my hounds, I have more pressing matters and may need the talents of my reliable and proven talented subjects. You were the one going on about how important my time was. If she succeeds, good for her and I'll get someone that actually has a future. If she fails, it's no loss and I'll just find them myself when I have the time. I have all the time to make them suffer."

"And do those pressing matters include the Winchesters?"

Crowley lazily looked back to his phone and continued on his game.

Author's Note: I hope these chapter teased you enough to stay tuned. Don't worry, we'll see our favorite brothers and overcoat wearing angel (I miss the old coat) in the coming chapters, but I need to set the scene before they arrive.