"Be quiet and get down." Hayley whispered to Crowley, she was furious, they were both aware of what would happen if the Winchesters failed. They were being hunted like animals by all the forces of Hell, and yet here she was, in the mansion they originally had to flee, trying to keep Crowley safe as he grabbed his frigging coat that he had forgotten that night the Winchesters first came.

"The coat is in the bedroom, you know, after you tried to rip it off me." Crowley whispered back.

Hayley rolled her eyes in response, pulling one of her kukris from her belt and peering around the side of the sofa they were currently hiding behind. They had just flashed in when sigils had started glowing on the walls, bringing in the cavalry. The sigils had bound their powers in the process, meaning that they either had to fight their way out, or be very quiet.

The coast was clear so she signalled Crowley to move forward into the next room, she wasn't sure how many demons were in the house, not that it would matter, she'd kick their asses all the same, but if she could get the jump on them she could bring them down before they had chance to call reinforcements. Crowley reappeared crouched at the doorway, now wearing his coat, a noise in the hall informed them of someone coming closer and Hayley motioned to Crowley to tell him to stay back in the shadows. They had been working together for a long time now and had a plan set in stone that always worked; Hayley fought her way through and let the enemy think they had her backed into a corner, then Crowley would bring up the rear and slit their throats from behind, it worked like a charm.

The footsteps got closer and she saw the tips of two shoes appear next to her, without a second thought she swept her right leg out and took the demon's legs out from under him, he hit the ground with a grunt and she managed to cover his mouth and stab him in the neck before he could call for help, a light like fire flared inside him and he stilled. She loved her kukris, they were a present from Crowley, polished ivory handles and curved blades made from spring steel, they could cut through bone and, with a little addition of sigils on the blades, kill demons.

Crowley stood up from his hiding spot, "Well played kitten, now, can we get out of here." With that they made their way quickly and quietly towards the front door, they were just reaching the last corner when four demons rounded it, standing in a line smiling, effectively blocking their exit.

"Bollocks." Crowley muttered.

Hayley didn't waste time, she grabbed the two kukris from her belt and threw them both at the two demons in the middle, they were dead before they hit the floor. The demon standing on the left snarled as he ran towards them, Hayley moved forward and brought her leg up to kick him in the face, the demon grabbed her leg before it could make impact but Hayley always had a backup plan, she spun her body and landed in a handstand, swinging her other leg up instead, the demon wasn't fast enough to counter the move and took a boot to the face, he let go of her and bounced into the wall, falling to the floor.

The second demon came up behind her and wrapped his arms around the top of her shoulders, 'too high' she thought to herself. She used her momentum to swing her body up so she was sat on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his neck, he let go of her to try and pry her legs off but she brought her elbow down on the top of his head and he sagged, she did it again and he crumpled to the floor.

She jumped off him and went to retrieve her kukris, coming back and stabbing them both in the chest for good measure. As she turned something solid impacted against her cheek, knocking her off balance and causing her to fall into the wall, she recovered quickly as a hefty looking woman with black eyes and sneer started advancing on her, she didn't get very far though as mid-step a long silver blade speared her and she screamed, her whole body flashing before she fell face first onto the wooden floor.

Crowley stood looking down at her, an amused look on his face, "Well, that was dramatic."

"Come on." Hayley muttered, walking quickly towards the door before anymore asshole demons showed. Leaving the house, she felt her power return to her, it was a freeing feeling and she sighed happily, closing her eyes.

"Right," Crowley started, and she turned to look at him, "The coin that I placed on the Winchesters is doing its job, so here's the plan; I go talk to them, you hide in the shadows and watch my back. If we get ambushed or they try anything, you come running in to save the day."

"And why are you the one who talks to them? We're trying to get them to do what we want so why would they find you more convincing than me?"

"Because dear, you may have the pretty face, but I'm Crowley." And with that he disappeared.

In the Impala Bobby's voice came down the line, "Well, as far as I can tell, he's still heading East, so…head East, I guess."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. "Bobby, we're in West Nevada. East is practically all there is." Dean answered.

"Yeah, well, you better get to drivin'." And with that he hung up. Sam and Dean sighed, sagging back in their chairs in unison.

"Say…" A voice said from behind them, they both spun around to see Crowley sat in the middle of the back seat "I've got an idea".

Tires screeched as Dean swerved, slamming on the breaks. Sam grabbed the demon blade and reached over to stab Crowley, but he was already gone and the knife only went through the upholstery.

Dean grunted, "Did you get him?"

"He's gone."

A knock on the passenger window made them both jump, they looked to see Crowley bent over and peering in. "Fancy a fag and a chat?" He stood up straight and backed away from the car as the pair got out. "You're upset. We should discuss it. Not here but— "

Sam stalked after him, "You want to talk? After what you did to us?"

"After what I –what I did to you?! I gave you the Colt!"

"Yeah, and you knew it wouldn't work against the devil!" Sam shouted.

"I never." Crowley answered, looking affronted.

"You set us up." Sam growled, "We lost people on that suicide run –good people!"

"Who you take on the ride is your own business!" Crowley argued, "Look, everything is still the same. W-we're all still in this together."

"Sure we are." Said Sam. He lunged forward with the demon blade but was immediately blocked and pushed back by Hayley.

She looked over at Dean, anger flashing in her eyes, "Call your dog off."

"Give me one good reason." Dean glared back.

"I can give you pestilence." Said Crowley, stepping up next to Hayley.

Dean raised an eyebrow, "What do you know about pestilence?"

"I know how to get him." Crowley smiled, "That's got your interest, doesn't it?"

Sam looked between his brother and the demons, "Are you actually listening to this?"

"Sam— "

"Are you friggin' nuts?!"

"Shut up for a second, Sam!"

"Shut up, the both of you! Look...I swear... I thought the colt would work. It's an honest mistake. It's all part of the learning process. But nothing's changed. We still want the devil dead."

"Well...one thing's changed." Hayley interjected, "Now the devil knows that we want him dead."

"Oh yes." Crowley chuckled humourlessly, "Which, by the way, makes the two of us the most buggered sons in all of creation."

"Holy crap. We don't care." Dean groaned.

"They burnt down my house! They ate my tailor! Two months under a rock, like a bloody salamander! Every demon on hell and earths got his eyes out for us! And yet... Here we are...Last place we should be -In the road, talking to Sam and Dean Winchester, under a friggin' spotlight!" Crowley yelled, he threw his arm out to one side and gestured towards the street lamp which exploded instantaneously. "So come with us. Please. Do you want the horsemen rings or not?" Sam and Dean's eyes widened as they looked at him, "Yes, I know all about that. Shall we?"

Crowley led them into an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere, "Here we are," he sighed, "My life on the lam. How the mighty have fallen. Single-pane glass, used contraception in the fireplace. The water damage alone—"

"My heart's bleeding for you." Dean interrupted, sounding annoyed, "Now, how do you know about the rings?"

"Well, now…I've been keeping a close eye on you lot." Said Crowley simply.

"We got hex bags." Sam said, crossing his arms, "We're hidden from demons."

"Not us." Hayley smiled, walking up to Sam and getting in his space, he was around a foot taller than her, but she'd taken down bigger, he didn't scare her, "That night you broke in, our first date," She said, amused, "one of our boys hid a tracking device in your car. A magical coin that easily trumps your little bag o' bones." She looked over at Dean and made her way over to him, she thought it was easier to size people up and see what you were up against when you were closer, "It lets us hear things, too –and, my, the things we've heard." She chuckled, Dean was looking her in the eyes, trying not to let the surprise show on his face.

"So," Crowley smirked, "You want to cram the devil back in the box? Cunning scheme. We want in."

Dean tore his eyes away from Hayley and she sauntered off into another room, he glared at Crowley, "You said you could get us pestilence."

"Well, now...I don't know where pestilence is...Per Se. But I do know the demon who does. He's what you might call the horsemen's stable boy. He handles their itineraries, their personal needs. He's who you want -believe me. He'll tell us where Sneezy's at."

"Well, how do we get him to spill? Rip out his toenails?" Dean questioned.

"No. Nuts at his pay grade don't crack. We bring him here, then I sell him."

"Sell him?" Asked Sam.

"Please. I've sold sin to saints for centuries. Think I can't close one little demon?"

"All right, so where's this demon of yours?" Dean asked

"Niveus Pharmaceuticals." Hayley said, walking back into the room with a large duffel bag and placing it in a chair. "He's the big boss, and we're going to go fetch him." She opened the bag and pulled her own demon blade and tucked it into a pocket in the inside of her jacket.

"I've got to see a man about a dog, but Hayley will be there to hold your hand." Crowley smiled, he walked over to Hayley and grabbed her by the waist and kissed her lightly, he pulled away and leaned in close to her ear, "You know the plan, you do your part, no more. I want you back in one piece kitten." And with that he disappeared.

There was a pause before Sam spoke, "Why are we even listening to them, Dean? This is totally insane."

"I don't disagree."

"One big happy family, are we then?" Hayley interrupted, "Fantastic."

Dean looked at her, "You ready to go?"

"Yes. Yes. I am. Sam, keep the home fires burning."

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, confused.

"Sam's not coming." She said simply.

Sam glared at her "And why the hell not?"

Hayley started walking towards him, glaring back, "Because I don't like you…I don't trust you…And oh, yes –You keep trying to kill everyone."

"There's no damn way! This isn't gonna happen!" Sam Yelled.

"I'm not asking you, am I? Because you're not invited. I'm asking you." She said, pointing to Dean, "So what's it gonna be?" Dean hesitated and she scoffed, "Gentlemen…enjoy your last few sunsets." She turned away from them and started heading towards the door.

"Wait." He called to her and she stopped, raising an eyebrow at him, "I'll go." He turned to Sam, "What can I say? I believe her." With that they both walked out of the door, Sam watching them through the window.

Dean and Hayley were sat in the Impala outside of Niveus Pharmaceuticals, scoping the building out before they made their move.

"So." Dean started, looking at Hayley, "You and Crowley."

"What about me and Crowley?" She asked, looking at him through the corner of her eye.

"Well…it's just that I've never seen two demons in a relationship before."

Hayley let out what sounded like a long-suffering sigh, "Okay, firstly, we are not in a relationship. We use each other to scratch the same itch, that's all there is to it. Secondly, I'm not a demon."

Dean looked at her shocked, "Then what are you?"

She smirked at him, "Wouldn't you like to know." She turned to look at him fully to see him staring at him untrustingly, she sighed again, "Nephalem."

"Wait, so you're part demon and part human?" He stared.

"No you dolt, that's Nephilim. I'm part demon, part angel."

"Well that doesn't score you any points, I've met a few angels and all but one have turned out to be total dicks."

"Yeah, I'm aware. Little Castiel would have an aneurism if he found out." She chuckled, "Now that this is has been cleared up can we get back to the job at hand."

Dean looked like he was going to say something else but instead brought his binoculars up to his eyes to get a better look at the people inside the foyer of the building, "Demons?"

Hayley leaned in closer to get a better look, "No. Human shields. The demons will be up top, on the twelfth floor."

Dean brought his binoculars down, "All right, then. We'll have to find a way in through the back."

"You Winchesters make everything so complicated." Hayley said rolling her eyes before disappearing.

"Ah, crap." Dean brought his binoculars up to his eyes to look in the building and saw Hayley appear behind the security guard, slitting his throat.

"Oh, crap." He said, fumbling with the door handle and climbing out of the car, "Crap! Crap!" he yelled, running to the building, banging on the door.

"Doors open." Hayley called, she watched Dean walk in and stare at the guards on the floor, "What?" She asked.

"You killed them?"

"We're on a tight schedule. Come on." Dean didn't move, "Now you're squeamish? Please."

They walked towards the elevator and Hayley stayed back as Dean went inside, "Go get 'em tiger."

"Wh—You're not coming?"

"Oh, no. It's not safe up there. There's demons." She stated simply.

"Yeah," Dean stared, "I get that."

Hayley smiled brightly at him, "Look, just do what I told you, and for the love of God try to be convincing. You do that and it'll work like a charm. Trust me."

She kept smiling until the elevator doors closed and then let it drop. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and called Crowley, "He's in. When we get that bastard Brady, we'll take him to the safe house away from sasquatch."

"Good girl, remember, they have to feel like they're in control or this isn't going to work."

"Yeah I know. I've got this." She finished, hanging up the phone.