Sam wasn't sure what to make of the girl standing before him. His father had taught him to never judge an opponent simply by their age (anyone could be a monster or a demon) or size, but the girl couldn't have been more than fourteen. It was no wonder she was scared of them. They towered over her and had startled her by trampling into the house.

Still, he was cautious—after all, she'd been the one to shoot first and with a bow of all things.

He knew Dean didn't trust her. Sam didn't even have to glance his way to know the glare in his brother's eyes. He felt like he was missing an important part of the picture though, especially when she mentioned that she'd seemingly been teleported here after smelling sulfur. Was it possible she was one of the special kids that Yellow Eyes had made like him? How was that possible though? They'd all killed each other off or had been killed over the years. He was the last one.

The only thing he was certain of was that she wasn't overshadowed thanks to the exorcism recording.

The feeling of relief was short lived however as the floor began to shake.

"Cut it out!" Dean shouted from somewhere behind Sam.

"I'm not doing that!" the girl, Aella, snapped back, before screaming as a hand shot out from the darkness and grabbed her.

"Aella!" Sam shouted and jumped forward, reaching out to try and snatch her back.

He caught her wrist and tugged, but the force grabbing her was too strong. She was pulled from his grasp and yanked into the darkness beyond. Sam dove after her with a shout, just managing to grab onto her hand again.

"Do not like! Get this thing off of me!" she cried, kicking at whatever was holding her ankle.

"Hang on!"

"Crux sancta sit mihi lux, non draco sit mihi dux. Vade retro santa, nunquam suade mihi vana…"

Sam heard Dean start to chant behind him and from the darkness, there was a scream. The force let go of Aella and he drew her back, cradling her close to him. She was shaking. She's innocent. She has to be, he thought.

Aella's ankle felt like it was on fire. Without Sam's help, she would have been on the ground still. She'd lost her bow in the struggle, leaving her with a knife as her only form of defense. Is the room turning red? Aella shuddered, sensing a sudden wrongness.

She reached down to grab the bronze knife that she kept tucked into her boot. As it slipped free of the sheath, the red light seemed to explode. Aella closed her eyes against the brightness and hid her face in Sam's chest.

"Oh look...the Winchesters. You weren't supposed to be here yet," a voice echoed from the shadows, "I wondered who broke my little witch. I had to fight to get back into her...but no, you wouldn't do that to me, would you boys?"

As she opened her eyes, she saw a woman was now standing in the center of the room, smirking. The woman reminded her of the daughters of Aphrodite. She was tall, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a red tank top. Her blond hair was long, curled tastefully at the edges in such a manner that Aella knew that woman had way too much time on her hands. However, the similarity to a daughter of Aphrodite ended there. She was covered in blood and seemed less in control then they were.

Aella wanted to ask 'who are you?' but that seemed like the obvious question that the stupid token girl character in the horror movie would ask. Clearly, she didn't want to be that person. Usually, that character was either the first to die or the first to get kissed. Aella didn't want either of those things.

"Demon," Dean muttered.

The woman's eyes glazed over black.

Aella yelped, holding her knife out in front of her, "Styx! Do not like!"

"Shut up!" Dean snapped, "Seriously, kid!"

The woman looked to Aella, smirking, "Well aren't you a surprise? How's that ankle of yours feeling? I have to say, I am a little upset that you didn't allow me in, but judging by your reaction, I think that may be impossible."

"Since when do demons crawl around on the floor snatching at little girls?" Dean poked, arching an eyebrow.

The woman sneered, "The brat's entrance broke my vessel. This body is only standing because I'm in it. Once I'm gone, she's dead. Unfortunately she was so broken even I had trouble puppeting her at first."

"Entrance? So she was brought here?" Sam asked.

"Mmm, yes, but that's about as much as I'm going to tell you," she looked at Aella again, as if she wanted to ask something, but instead said, "I got to cash in early on this deal. The stupid witch was ignorant. Still, worked out for us. He'll be pleased. Vain women are so easy to manipulate."

"He'll be pleased?"

"Oh...yes. Did I slip?"

Aella felt sick. She held her knife up a little higher, drawing away from Sam. She'd wanted an adventure. Now that she seemingly had one, she wasn't exactly sure that she liked it. Looking towards the bloody puppet in front of her, she had a brief moment of panic. Had she done that? No, it wasn't me. It was the witch's fault for…summoning me? Why would anyone want her? She wasn't one of the big three's kids. Wouldn't Percy or Thalia have been better? Hell, even Annabeth was better than she was. Aella gripped her knife tighter, then took a step forward, then another towards the woman.

"Those guys think you're a demon—you're just another monster, if you ask me, only you aren't even great enough to get some epic name like 'Kampê' or Echidna. You're just some other stinking monster and you're in my way."

She threw herself forward, much to the surprise of the two men. The woman had seen it coming. She grabbed Aella's wrist before the knife could come down, chuckling at Aella.

"Really? I can't see why you were the one who came through that portal. No…I can't see...but I can smell why." Something changed in the demon's eyes, a look of uncertainty, "You're not human…" She said it quietly, squeezing Aella's wrist tight, trying to get her to drop the knife.

Aella cried out. The woman was stronger than she looked. Aella kicked at her, trying to break free.

"I have to admit though, I'd hoped for something a little...better. There were brighter lights, but this witch's inexperience hindered me."

The demon suddenly flinched as Sam began chanting in Latin.

Aella used her free hand to grab the woman's hair, pulling, still kicking as she was lifted from the ground. The next thing she knew, she was flying through the air as the woman threw her, charging towards Sam.

Sam reacted faster than Aella would have expected given his size. He jumped out of the way and shot at the demon, although the bullets did nothing to stop her. Aella forced herself to get to her feet. She was still clutching her knife. She's a monster...so this should work.

With a shout of defiance, Aella charged. Her knife sank into the woman's back with a sickening smack. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the demon screamed, throwing her head back as black smoke oozed from her wound, dissipating into nothing. Then, it was over. The woman slumped forward. Sam caught her, cradling her in his arms. His eyes were wide, face pale as he stared at the knife in Aella's still outstretched hand to the ragged woman's unblemished back.

The woman was still alive.