One

Demons seldom have surnames, and when they do, it's to blend in, or to trick their next pray.

Riley has never had to worry about tricking anyone. Most humans that stumble across her have summoned her. Most sell their souls to her. Some even try to seduce her, but that never really worked.

xxxxx

She stood in the middle of a cross roads, waiting for the stupid human who summoned her to show themselves. Her long, wavy brown hair swayed in the blowing wind and her gray eyes scanned the darkness for signs of a Hunter.

But never did she expect Dean Winchester to walk out of the darkness and solemnly towards her.

She began to laugh, "Dean! How nice to see you! I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure."

Dean stayed stubbornly silent, jaw locked.

"Do you really think that I'm stupid enough to make a deal with you, darling? Crowley has given us all orders."

"I don't give a shit about that creep. All he ever does is think about himself anyway, why are you all so loyal to him?"

Riley raised an eyebrow, "Apart from the fact that he's our King and could probably kill us with a click of his fingers? He likes me, and when the King likes you; you're going places."

"Who are you anyway? I haven't seen you before."

Riley laughed, "Oh, Dean. Poor, naive Dean. There are many of us that you haven't met. I am but one that you will wish you hadn't. My name is Riley, since that you are all so obsessed with them."

"Well, Riley," Dean said as he moved closer, "I don't appreciate being threatened."

Riley raised an eyebrow, "You want something from me, remember?" She smiled, "What is it that you want, anyway?"

Dean didn't answer.

"Fine, darling, if you don't want to make a deal, that's fine with me. I'll just be goi-"

"Sam and Cas are both missing." Dean said quickly.

Riley burst into laughter, "Okay, okay. So let me get this straight. Not only do you want me to risk my neck dealing with you, but you want me to find the younger Winchester and an Angel? You must be crazy!"

"Isn't my soul worth that much?" Dean snapped.

"You won't get long. Maybe a few months."

"I got a year last time."

"Yes, but last time it was just Sam, now you want me to save dear Castiel as well."

"Fine, whatever. They could be dead for all I know."

Riley sighed, "I don't think that's a fair deal, Dean. A soul of a Winchester is valuable, yes. Yours especially. You made a great Demon. But one soul-even a Winchester's- in exchange for the soul of another Winchester and an Angel. Hell no. You're gonna have to offer more than that, sweetheart."

"In case you haven't been paying attention; that's all I have." Dean growled.

"Oh, but it isn't is it?" Riley smirked. "You have your so called 'family business', where you hunt my kind for a living. I'll tell you what-and I'm really risking my neck here- you sell me your soul and you persuade your darling little brother and that wonderful Angel of yours to give up Hunting for a living then I might consider it."

"Hell no, you crazy bitch! That's the only life we have! All we know how to do!"

"Then you're gonna have to sweeten your offer with something else. Get back to me when you have an idea. Bye-bye, darling."

And Riley disappeared.

Dean cursed, kicked the wheel well of the Impala, slammed the door and sped the way home.