Once I kicked Sam and Dean out of my room, I allowed myself to breakdown. The tears just fell from my eyes and I felt like punching someone or something. Everything I had come to know in the last six months was all a lie. I felt used and empty.

Why did I allow myself to fall so hard for Crowley? I should have known that he would do something like this. Like the boys had said, he doesn't care about anyone but himself. He was most likely just using me to keep a tab on the Winchesters.

I felt physically sick now.

After curling into a ball and crying for what seemed like hours, I pulled myself up and walked into the bathroom. There I stood staring at my reflection hating everything about it. There was no way Crowley would have actually loved me. It was all a game.

I took a cold shower and packed my stuff, there was no way I would stick around and hunt with the Winchesters now. They would just continue to say 'I told you so' and make me feel even shittier than I do now. Honestly I don't know what could make this worse?

My hopes of getting away unnoticed failed when I saw Sam and Dean leaning against my car, "Where are you going?" Sam asked looking concerned for me.

"Off to hunt." Was all I said when I threw my duffle bag into my car.

"You aren't going to help us with our case anymore?" Dean now asked sounding a bit callous.

"No, not after the two of you ruined my life." I tried to sound strong but failed miserably.

Dean looked angry at that statement, "Stopping you from continuing a fake relationship is ruining your life? Grow up Ella. You are better off without him." God why won't Dean shut the fuck up.

"Fuck off."

He was not about to drop it, "No, you need to see that everything between you and Crowley was fake. Have you been fucking him the whole time?"

"I'm not going to answer that, because you don't need to know about my personal life."

"Oh god, you have! He has had you in a fucking spell all this time. God dammit Ella, why did you go out with him to begin with?"

Sam wasn't saying a thing, he was just watching the exchange between Dean and me.

I growled and turned to face him, "I liked him from the beginning, okay? I fell for him a long time ago, so there is nothing you can do about it. Now leave me the fuck alone, and don't ever call me for a case again." Opening my door I was hoping to get away from them quickly.

Sam grabbed my arm while Dean walked away pissed, "You really love him, don't you?" He asked in a low voice.

The tears were threatening to fall again, "Yes Sam, I do. He is different once you get to know him." I sniffled, "Well now you won't get to see that because it's all over, and Dean was right. He was just playing me, and I never actually meant anything to him."

Sam looked so guilty at the moment. He pulled me into a hug, "Oh god Ella. I'm so sorry we reacted like that."

After relishing his hug for a short minute I pushed him away from me, "No you're not." I spoke in a distant voice. "Bye Sam." It was the last thing I said before I got into my car and drove far away from those two assholes. As much as I tried to keep the tears from falling again, they forced their way out and I began sobbing uncontrollably.

In the end this was all my fault for allowing myself to fall from him. Why did I even agree to go out with him to begin with?

[One Month Later]

For the past month I have been drowning myself in cases, and whenever I would start to think about Crowley I would either work harder or get drunk. It seemed to work pretty well.

After I left the Winchesters, they tried to call me many times but I of course never answered. Then they tried getting Charlie to call me and again I ignored the calls. It got to the point where I changed my number completely.

I was a fucking mess.

Anyway I was in New Orleans for reports of demon activity. My plan was to quickly get rid of the said demons and move on. From the sound of it, these may be just some newbie demons showing off, and should pretty easy to deal with. I had pinpointed their point of origin as well as their preferred place for finding victims. So I was headed off to the bar where I was positive they would be lurking.

The first couple of minutes that I sat in the bar, I studied the other patrons that were seated about. No one seemed to stand out, or give me the chills and there was no smell of sulfur. Did I find the right bar?

"Can I get you something sweetheart?" I heard someone ask from beside me. Turning around I found a woman in her mid-forties standing behind the bar.

"Sure, I will just have a beer." I would go simple tonight, that way I would be coherent when I finally found the demons I was looking for.

"You got it." She walked off to grab me the beer. I watched her as she was walking and got an odd feeling. There was something off about her but I shook the feeling away and continued to study the patrons.

A couple of minutes later she placed the drink down in front of me, "Let me know if you need anything else." I nodded and grabbed the beer.

As I was about to take a sip I noticed her watching me intently, "What?" I asked because I was creeped out by this.

She shook her head, "Nothing." Then she walked to the other side of the bar.

Okay, that was weird. I shook my head and took a sip of my beer. The second I swallowed I knew that something was wrong. My throat immediately began to close and everything around me was beginning to get blurry. I dropped the beer and tried to steady myself but only managed to fall. In a matter of seconds I was surrounded by a group of people, no wait they were demons, they were staring at me with their black eyes. What have I gotten myself into?

Someone pulled me off the ground and put me in a chair and they tied my hands and feet so I couldn't move. After a few minutes of trying to catch my breath, my throat began to open again.

"Well, we have finally found you Ella." A guy said coming out from the crowd of demons.

"What do you want with me?" I asked already knowing they wanted to kill me since I have killed so many of their own.

The demon smiled, "I'm glad you asked. We know how much you mean to Crowley, so we decided to use you as bate."

I laughed at this, "You are sadly mistaken. I mean nothing to your King, so you are going to have to come up with another plan." The words cut me up inside.

"Someone sounds a little bitter? What did he do to you?" A blonde haired demon now stepped forward. She was studying me and she had a knife in her hand. "Never mind that, because we know that he has a weak sport for you. He will come for you."

"You guys are wasting your time." I blurted out, someone slapped me hard.

"Shut up you stupid hunter." It was the blonde demon. "Now you are going to tell us where Crowley has been hiding, or we will make the pain worse."

"What pain? That barely hurt." That earned me another slap, "Still doesn't hurt." I was taunting them because I had nothing to lose.

"You are going to regret saying those words." She said taking the knife and stabbing my leg. I let out a scream because god damn that hurt. "See, I told you it would hurt. Now let's try this again. Where is Crowley?" Her hand was still on the knife, as if she was going to push it in deeper.

"I don't fucking know. Like I said before, there is nothing going on between us."

She leaned down and looked deep into my eyes, "You better not be lying because if you are, we won't hesitate to kill you."

"Well you should just kill me now, because I am not useful to you." She growled and twisted the knife in my leg causing me to scream.

"Shut up. We know you have some valuable information, and we are going to get it from you one way or another." What valuable information? "Let's get her out of here." She spoke as I was blind folded. Someone finally pulled the knife from my leg, but that only managed to make me lose blood faster. I was roughly passed from demon to demon before I was thrown into a van of some kind. Halfway through the drive I lost consciousness from the blood loss.

When I woke up again, I discovered I was tied down again and they had removed the blindfold. I was in some sort of interrogation room or something. There were three demons standing in front of me and watching. It was the blonde demon and two male demons, her bodyguard's maybe?

"Well look who has come around." I really did not like the way that this demon spoke to me. "Are you ready to tell us what we want to know?"

"I don't know what to tell you because I have no information." This made her very mad. She stepped closer to me, and I wanted nothing more than to get away from her. I finally registered the pain that was resonating from the wound on my thigh.

"You know exactly where Crowley is, I am sure of it. Now you are going to tell us where he is hiding or you will face pain worse than the pain from the earlier." The two other demons stepped forward as well.

She was being serious but I truly had nothing to tell her, "I really don't know where Crowley is. I haven't seen him for over a month."

"You have got to be kidding me." This demon was getting impatient and I knew that I was in for a night of extended pain. Deep in my mind I told myself I would not break, I could not break in the face of these rogue demons. I had to be the strong hunter that I was raised to be, I would make my parents proud. Even if it killed me in the end.

[Third Person POV]

Ever since the exchange between the Winchester, Crowley has kept his distance from Ella. He knew that he shouldn't have been in a relationship with her, but he never considered the consequences and lost himself in the love. That was right, the King of Hell was in love. As much as it pained him to leave her in that motel room, it was what had to be done in order to keep her safe from the many enemies he had acquired as the King of Hell. So instead of confronting her about it, he kept his distance. She probably hated him for it, but that was something he could deal with if it meant that she was safe. He was stupid to even think that she was safe.

About a month after everything happened, he felt the need to check on her to make sure that she was fine. He disguised himself and watched her as she walked towards the bar in New Orleans. There was something different about her. She seemed to be empty as she walked, she didn't even bother looking at her surroundings. It had affected her worse than he had anticipated and it made him feel even worse. To be honest it looked like she hadn't slept well in a very long time and that worried him.

Instead of following her into the bar, he stayed outside and waited for her to come back out. It had only been about twenty minutes before the entrance to the bar opened up again. Two guys walked out and they were carrying a blindfolded Ella. Those aren't regular men, no they were demons. Crowley recognized them from the group of demons that had been giving him some trouble lately. Following the two demons, and blonde haired demon walked out and lead them to a van. Where were they taking her?

As he watched them put her into the van he noticed the blood that was dripping from her body, studying her he found the wound on her leg. They hurt her. Oh no, this had to be about him. There was no way he was going to let these demons get away with taking Ella and hurting her. He quickly followed them to their destination using his demon powers. He would save her no matter the price, after all she was the first person that he had ever truly loved. Crowley resented himself for not telling her that in front of the Winchesters.

[Back to normal POV]

The demons were not lying when they said they would cause me pain. For every question I couldn't answer, which was almost all of them, they would inflict some sort of pain on me. At this point I was covered in cuts and bruises and I was positive I had a couple of broken ribs. Whatever I would say to them would make them mad. This blonde bitch would not believe me when I said that I haven't seen Crowley in over a month. She kept saying that I was hiding his location from them and that I would break any moment but I wouldn't because I had no clue where that blasted man was hiding. As far as I know that man is nothing but a coward.

"You must have a death wish if you haven't told us what we need to know yet. Just tell us and we will be done with you." Blondie whispered into my ear holding her knife close to my throat.

"I keep telling you, I don't know a thing. Why can't you get it through your fucking heads?" It probably wasn't the best idea to say that to a demon who is holding a knife to my throat but I was getting sick of their shit.

"This girl wants to die. Well that can be arranged." She spoke holding the knife tighter to my neck. I could feel it slicing into my skin and the blood dripping from the wounds, so I closed my eyes and waited for my inevitable death. Instead the knife was pulled forcefully away from my neck and I heard her hit the ground.

"You are going to regret hurting Ella." A familiar voice said. At the moment all I wanted to do was curse him off and tell him to leave me alone but I stayed quiet. "Why are you looking for me?" He asked blondie. Opening my eyes I saw her two guard demons were dead on the ground.

Blondie stood up, "To kill you of course. Abaddon was right when she said that you needed to be overthrown. So I thought I should be the one to do it." Are you fucking kidding me? Blondie is a follower of Abaddon, the creepy knight of hell who refused to die. This just keeps getting better.

"Good try, but you are going to have to do better than that." Crowley said raising his hand and using his powers to kill the dumb bitch. Once she was dead on the ground, he turned his attention to me.

"Ella, oh god, look at you." His voice was broken as he took in all the cuts and bruises that were scattered all over my body. He started to untie me, but I kicked him away.

"Don't you dare touch me!" There was nothing but malice in my voice as I glared at him.

The look on his face told me that he regretted everything that he had done, but I would not forgive him that easily. He broke my fucking heart.

"Please darling, you are going to bleed out if I don't get you out of here." Now that he mentioned it, I was starting to feel a little woozy. I just nodded and he sprung forward and started to untie me from the chair. My eyes avoided meeting his as much as I could, I didn't want to see the emotions that he was conveying. I could not, no I would not forgive him.

Crowley scooped me up into his arms, "I'm sorry for everything my love."

"Don't call me that." My voice was cold and indifferent and once again I was looking anywhere but his face. Without another word he took us to his place and laid me on the bed. The memories of the many nights spent in this bed came flooding back, and I had to shake them away. Eventually I would forgive him, I knew that, but for now I wanted him to suffer and feel the brunt of the pain he had caused me.

Harsh?

I don't think so.