12 Years Later

Izzy shoved the blade up to his neck. His shimmering black eyes brought memories flooding back to her. She was stronger now. Braver. And she could really deal damage, now that she was almost an adult.

"Tell me... where... is... he?" She paused in between words to slice small but painful cuts into his throat. She wanted answers, and she was bound to get them.

The demon spit in her face. His expression contorted into a malevolent smile.

"You think this is funny?!" She sputtered.

"I think it's hilarious," His voice was hoarse, and it was indisputable that he had been tortured to the breaking point. He didn't care what she did to him, as long as he could get into her head. "That you want to sign up to be Crowley's bitch." He turned away, fixated on a point on the floor.

He turned back to face her and cocked his head. "Stupid little insect. I would pity you... you know, if i actually cared."

Izzy glared at him with a hatred not even she knew she could possibly display. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"I can tell you, Crowley would never even talk to you. The king of hell doesn't waste his time with whiny-human-brats."

The way he said "humans" like it was an insult made Izzy want to gag.

"At least I'm not a heartless murderer, like you."

"Oh you have no idea..."

Izzy was flung across the room, and onto the wall sitting directly behind her. She had seen demons use telekinesis before, but they had never thrown her this hard. As her head struck the wall, she could immediately tell that the blow had caused some serious damage.

As soon as she regained her senses, she looked over to the demon. She was so dizzy though, everything was a blur. She could feel unconsciousness creeping up to drag her down, and she knew that this fight wasn't going to last long. No use waiting to die. I have to come up with a plan...

The demon laughed a twisted, evil laugh. "You didn't even make the devil's trap right! I knew were dumb, and you don't disappoint. Did you really think you could take me down?!"

She blinked a few times in an attempt to clear her vision, but to no avail.

"Well jackass," Izzy closed her eyes. Leaving them open to see the world spin would just worsen the pain in her already-pounding skull. "You got me... Go ahead and kill me."

"I would," He picked up the reddened blade that she had apparently dropped when she was thrown. "But that would be too easy. What do you say I give you a few scars before I knock your lights out."

"Eat me."

He began to stride over to her, the silver knife reflecting the light beaming through the windows ever so perfectly, so that it was the center of attention, intimidating. The old, rotting door on the other end of the room burst open.

Two men came through the door, one was really tall with long dark hair ending just above his shoulder, and the other was shorter with light brown hair. The tall one had a gun, already loaded and ready to use, while the second one had a knife with a few of symbols running down the side of the blade. They weren't here to play games.

The demon recognized them. He glared at the the 2 men who now had their attention (and weapons) fixated on him.

"Winchesters. I knew this had your stink all over it... This dumb bitch had to be involved with you." His words floundered as the shorter one walked up to him, readying his knife.

"Look here, chuckles. I came here drink and stab black-eyed scumbags. And I'm all out of whiskey."

The last thing Izzy's dwindling consciousness allowed her to hear, was the demon's screech of imminent death.

Winchesters.