Dean nervously checked his phone. He knew Sam was in California, but he didn't know why he hadn't sent an update. Dean's phone didn't buzz, ring, beep… Sam's update was over an hour late. Finally, it dinged.

'4456 Grinnell Ln, San Diego. Next Sunday 4AM.' The text read.

'I'll be there' Dean replied. He grabbed his bags, loading weapons and clothes into the Impala. He started the ignition, racing out of the Bunker.

Ann smiled, receiving Dean's text. She watched as the island came into view, knowing that an army of demons waited for Dean at Grinnell Ln. They were going to tear him apart, then send the bloody remains to Asmodeus's island. She would be the first ruler to defeat the Winchesters and take what was her's. It seemed so simple, and that made her nervous.

She chanted a little spell under her breath to enforce the magic on the prisoners below. She felt Sam fall back into sleep, and she reassured herself- she was winning.

Asmodeus was a pompous demon, with a greek accent, and very much into extravagance. Not unlike Crowley, he was a fashion loving creature who liked rare alcohol and entertainment. He dressed traditionally, in a roman fashion, unlike the other Princes. He had never grown out of Ancient Rome.

"Ah, Ann! I expect you're here with good news?"

"I have Sam Winchester and Jack Kline in a secured dungeon area in the fortress."

"Excellent." Asmodeus said. "I'd rather not have them here in the palace."

"Prince, I've gone through every single protocol and protection I could think of."

"My, my. I think, Queen Annabella, that you are the most competent ruler of Hell in history. I want to see them with my own eyes, of course. The two- of three- who murdered my family." Asmodeus said.

"We'll have Dean in a few days. He's racing into one of our traps as we speak."

"Clever, clever Ann."

Ann brought Sam up to a secure room. He struggled, now awake, but there was no way he could get away. She locked him to a table. Sam had a flash of memory back to the torture rooms back at Crowley's old place, before the mental hospital. It had been a prison, where Crowley had kept a ton of monsters- and where he had held Sam and Dean. This place was similar, and Sam felt his heart pick up it's pace.

"Hey Sam." Ann said. "This is Asmodeus."

"Hi." Sam said, his teeth clenched. He was getting ready for pain.

"Why Ann, this is such a good specimen of the human species. This little human was able to murder Ramiel. We shouldn't kill it. I have a much better idea."

"And what is that, Prince?"

"You know… why don't we turn him?"

"Turn me?" Sam asked, dread filling his chest.

"Well, it would be easier in Hell. How many days until we get Dean?"

"Seven."

"We could get there if we accelerated everything…" He said, frowning. "I'll get my best people in- Ann, you and… Bela. Bela is amazing, you can bring her in."

"Bela? Bela Talbot?" Sam asked. Asmodeus chuckled.

"Here in the demon world, we don't have last names, Sam."