Elizabeth Winchester stumbled into the darkened underground bunker. Her mind was muddled with rum and her body was fatigued from dancing. If she hadn't grown up in this maze of a building she would have gotten lost in no time, but as it were she had spent many a night stumbling back to her room. Drinking and hunting had their similarities.

Without even bothering to turn on a light or take her clothes off she dived into her bed. "Night, Colton." She whispered to her revolver who was still safely tucked in its underarm holster. "You're my best friend." She smiled as she fell asleep.


It was still dark in her room when Elizabeth jerked awake. Wiping the dry trail of drool from her face she glanced at her clock.

"What the…?" She reached for the red numbers that were glowing in the darkness. "11:00?" She groaned holding her head. "There's no way dad let me sleep in that late."

Pushing herself up from her bed she tried to smooth down her frazzled hair. She changed into new clothes and headed for the kitchen, her stomach was aching for food and there was sure to be at least one person there.

"Hello?" She called into the dark hallways. It was odd for all the lights to be off still, at least Castiel would be up and around. "Castiel?" She called again.

There was no answer. Only darkness. Fumbling around for the light switch in the kitchen she soon realized that there was something wrong. The small skylights that usually mirrored light down into the bunker's kitchen were dark. Her fingers finally found the switch and she squinted her eyes against the bright light that flooded the room.

"It can't be night time…" She mumbled pulling her phone out of her pocket and looking at the time. There it was in bright white numbers. 11:22pm. "They must have gone out on a hunt…" She mused. There was no other reason her father would let her sleep for a whole day. Choosing the correct sequence of numbers she called her dad's phone. Voicemail.

"Hey Dad." She sighed. "It's me. No one is home and you don't usually leave without telling me. Hope everything is alright, give me a call back. Love you." She cut the connection. She was thinking about calling the angel's phone next as she made her way into the library. Before she could even begin to dial the numbers her breath caught in her throat.

The library had been torn apart. The tables and chairs were smashed and flung all over. Whole bookshelves had been toppled over, books spilling all over the floor. Blood covered the floor, lots of blood. On the far wall was a message, written in the same blood that had covered the floors.

"Wintoniensis domus supra domum cadet." She read the message as tears filled her eyes. "Dad." She breathed.


Her resolve was absolute. She laid the items on the table to double check them. "Graveyard dirt, a bone from a black cat, yarrow and…" She held up her ID before dropping it into the small metal box. "My picture." She closed the lid and made her way out of the bunker, walking towards the closest cross-roads.

Kneeling down she dug a hole in the dirt and began to lower the box into the hole.

"You summoned?" A cool, even voice called to her.

She glanced up. "I, um… I, uh…" She glanced at the box. "I hadn't even finished burying the box yet."

"There will be no need for that." He smiled casually at her. "I am here now."

"Oh," She set the box down beside the hole and stood up. "Alright then."

"You wish to make a contract?" He stepped towards her.

"Yes…" She eyed him wearily. She had been around plenty of demons in her lifetime, Crowley even still came to visit her dad every now and then, but this one was making her skin crawl. "I have never done this before."

His smile widened. "I imagine not." He was almost laughing. "What is it you wish?"

"My family…" Her voice hitched. "They were taken."

"Oh." He rested a finger on his chin. "Revenge then, is it?"

"No." She furrowed her brow and shook her head. "I need help getting them back."

"You intend to reclaim them?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Why go so far as to make a contract with a demon for that?"

"They are all I have." She confessed, looking down. "I have never been on a hunt completely on my own and have no idea where to even start looking. Besides, you never live long in my line of work, so I figure ten more years is quite a lot of time."

"Ten years?" The demon narrowed his eyes.

"That's how this works isn't it?" She crossed her arms. "We make the deal, you leave and I get ten years to live out my life until you come to collect, right?"

This time he did laugh. "Oh goodness, no." He covered his mouth with his hand. "Forgive my rudeness. My contracts are different than what you are accustomed to."

"Alright, what is the deal then?" She stuck her chin out, irritated.

"The mark is placed and the contract is formed. I remain at your side following your every command until the terms are filled, then I devour your soul." He grinned wickedly.

"Oh." She uncrossed her arms and looked away. "That's not at all like my father described deals."

"Now you know my terms and I know yours." He stepped closer to her his face grim. "Do you still wish to make the contract?"

"Yes." She gritted her teeth and looked straight at him. "I do."

His cool smile returned. "Then you must come closer so I can see my new Master properly." He stepped into the circle of light the streetlamp had been illuminating her with.

She looked up into the eyes of the demon she had just given her soul to. They were dark red, almost crimson.

"Ah, you have red hair." He smiled softly. "I have to admit, I haven't had much luck with redheaded ladies."

"I can't say I have had much luck with demons." She smirked at him.

"You have a wit." His eyes laughed. "That will come in handy to pass the time."

He held up his left hand, the symbol on the back of his hand glowed. He reached for her right eye.

"No." She held up her hands to block him. "Not my eye."

He frowned.

"If there is visible mark on my eye I will have to hide it, and I can't shoot properly with only one eye." She squirmed under his gaze.

"Anywhere else will compromise the power of the contract." He narrowed his eyes.

"That's fine." She returned to looking him in the eye. "Just make the seal."

"Yes." He bit his bottom lip as he ran his fingertips along her neck. He lightly wrapped his fingers around her throat. "Right here should do quite nicely." He released her neck and leaned in, planting a kiss on her skin.

"Ah…" She closed her eyes as heat grew under her skin. The sensation was foreign to her and centered around where he had kissed her. The heat grew and grew until that point on her throat was burning. Suddenly, just as quickly as it had come the burning left.

"The contract is forged." He knelt on the ground before her. "My Mistress."

Elizabeth stared blankly at the man crouched before her. "Don't do that." She frowned. "Get up."

"Yes." He stood before her. "My Mistress."

"Elizabeth." She scowled. "Elizabeth Winchester. Call me Ellie."

"Elizabeth?" He tapped his lips with a fingertip. "My last Master had a betrothed named Elizabeth." He smiled. "I always liked her."

Elizabeth chuckled. "And what's your name?"

"What do you want my name to be?" He tilted his head to the side. "I am whoever my contract holder wishes me to be."

"What?" She became flustered. "I don't want to name you."

He only stared at her.

"Err… how about Kuro?" She smiled.

"Kuro?" He frowned. "Why that?"

"It's what I named my cat." She blushed. "It's Japanese for black."

"I am well aware of what it means." He laughed. "You intend to name me after your cat?"

"No." She slouched. "I know it's a terrible name."

"I wouldn't say that… just ironic." He chuckled lightly.

"What did your last contract call you?" She asked, hopeful.

"Sebastian Michaelis."

She began to laugh. "They named you after an inquisitor who classified demons?" She was having trouble breathing she was laughing so hard. "That's too great!" She finally regained control of herself and wiped her eyes. "That's perfect. Mind if we use that?"

"Not at all." He bowed slightly. "I have been Sebastian for so long that it doesn't matter to me if I am him for a bit longer."

"Alright, Sebastian." She rolled her eyes. "Let's go home and get something to eat before I pass out from hunger."

"Yes," He grinned, his crimson eyes glowing for a moment. "Ellie."


She leaned against the heavy steel door to the bunker feeling it groan under her weight.

"I am impressed." Sebastian looked around the doorway before stepping through. "Even I would have had trouble finding this entrance without your assistance."

"That's the point." She turned and smiled at him. "This place is warded from pretty much everything. You can't find it unless you are led here."

"I see." He began to follow her, but was stopped when he discovered he couldn't move his feet. He looked down at the circle and inscriptions that had been painted on the floor. The smile on his face was almost childlike. "I haven't seen one of these in a very long time." He knelt down and ran his fingertips over the paint. "It's beautifully done."

"That's a devil's trap. Sorry, I forgot it was there." She made her way back to the circle and bent down. Pulling her knife from her boot she scraped a line through the outlying circle. "I will have to get the paint and repair it right away, to be safe."

"No need." He smiled down at her. "I will take care of it."

"You sure?" She eyed him wearily. She had never been a particularly trusting person and the idea of trusting a demon to something was even worse.

"Yes. I can even alter it slightly so it won't impair my coming and going." He placed his hand across his chest and bowed slightly.

"Oh." She turned and began making her way back down the stairs. "I guess that's alright."

Elizabeth made her way to the kitchen and pulled out everything she needed for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Is that what you are going to eat?" Sebastian appeared behind her and raised an eyebrow as he looked at the sad sandwich.

Startled, she dropped the knife to the counter. "Don't do that!" She yelled at him. "Use doorways like a normal person!"

"Forgive me." He picked up the knife. "How about you make your way to where you would like to eat and I will bring you your dinner?"

Still clutching her chest the girl nodded. "Stupid demons and their stupid flashing here and there…" She mumbled as she made her way to the library.

While she waited for her food she sifted through some of the damage to try and find a clue to who had managed to find their way into the bunker.

"This room is a disaster." Sebastian said behind her.

She jumped again and spun to face him. He was holding a plate with a sandwich on it that looked like it was from a high-end deli.

"Does it always look like this?" He looked around.

"No." She gritted her teeth and snatched the plate from his hand. "Do you always look like that?" She asked bitterly.

Sebastian looked down at himself and then back up to her. "Oh dear, it would seem my appearance is not to your tastes."

She shrugged while she chewed on a mouthful of the sandwich. "People don't really dress like that, unless they are rich. We aren't. And we are trying not to draw attention."

"I see." He began to pick up pieces of the broken furniture. "I will think on my appearance and present you with something more acceptable."

"Stop that." She placed the sandwich on the plate.

"Stop, what?" He looked at her confused.

"Cleaning." She jerked her chin at him. "You don't need to clean that up."

"What servant would I be to my Mistress if I couldn't clean up a simple mess like this?" He tilted his head to one side and smiled.

"You're not my servant." She sighed. "You're my partner."

"Partner?" His smile faded, replaced by confusion. "Fascinating."

"What's fascinating?" She resumed eating her sandwich. "This is excellent by the way." She held the sandwich up in the air.

"I have never had a contract tell me that we are partners." He placed the chair back on the floor. "It is a simple turkey and asiago cheese sandwich."

"Asiago?" She lifted the top bun and looked at the contents of the sandwich.

"Someone left a message for you." His voice called her attention back to the bloody writing on the wall.

"Oh, yea." She placed her sandwich back down. "That was left by whoever took them."

"Wintoniensis domus supra domum cadet." He read it out loud. "It means 'The Winchester house will fall.' Roughly."

"Yes. I know how to read Latin, thank you." She crossed her arms.

"You do?" He turned to face her. "That is surprising."

"My Uncle insisted upon it. He says any hunter worth their salt knows the five main languages used for incantations." She closed her eyes and placed her hands behind her head.

"Hunter?" Sebastian's eyes widened. "Don't tell me you're a…?"

"Oh, come on." She grinned at him and opened one eye. "Every demon has heard of the Winchester family… we have been hunters for generations."

"I have heard of no such name." He sniffed. "Of all the people to make a contract with…" He mumbled as he turned back to face the wall.

"I am going to go take a shower then we can begin." She jumped up from her chair. "Give me forty-five minutes and I will be ready to go."

"Yes." He turned and smiled at her. "As you wish."

"Stop it." She waved her hand in the air. "Be more normal, please."

She could almost see him chuckle as she turned and walked away.


I hope everyone is still enjoying this! It's been pretty fun to imagine and work on. :)