BlueBloodsSVUOrder: I think she's more worried than mad... and later she doesn't really have time to get mad about it :P thanks for the review :):)

Bamby

DPOV

I stepped up to one of the candles in the basement, lighting it with my lighter. Grabbing a small candle, I lit that one as well before I moved over to the rubble. With some light, I was hoping I'd be able to find my book, or a way to get out of here.

"Lose something?" Casey asked from where she was still stuck in the devil's trap.

I gave a short, bitter laugh. "All you demons have such smart mouths."

"It's a gift."

"Yeah, well," moving away from the rubble, seeing as the pages were gone and there was no way I was getting out that way, I turned to Casey, "let's see if you're smiling when I send your ass back to Hell."

"Without your little exorcism book? Hey, go ahead."

Determined to prove her wrong, I tried to recite the exorcism from memory. "Spiritus immunde... Un, guh..."

"Having a little trouble there, sport?"

Clearing my throat, I began again. "Spiritus immunde, undolare, Pasonitote." Taking a breath, I tried to remember the next part but couldn't for the life of me.

"Nice try, but I think... you just ordered a pizza. Guess you should have paid more attention in Latin class." She looked so smug.

"Hey, I don't know what you're smiling about." I gestured to the devil's trap. "You're not going anywhere."

"And, apparently, neither are you."

Moving over I noticed a hole in the ceiling that appeared to lead outside. "Yeah, but I got people coming for me, and, uh... they did pay attention in class," I noted, giving a cocky grin before looking up to see that the hole was closed off by bars.

Looks like that's not a way out.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, right. Sam and Elizabeth. Everyone says they're the brains of the outfit."

That was actually a little offense. "Everyone?"

"Sure. You Winchester boys are famous. Elizabeth too." She shrugged. "Not Lohan famous, but, you know..."

"Well, that's flattering. I'll be sure to let them know when they get here."

"If they show up first." When I looked to her confused and a little alarmed she simply grinned. "What, you thought I was flying solo? You shouldn't underestimate, Dean, it might be the death of you."

That was news to me. Besides the seven deadly sins, most demons worked alone... hearing this now, I was not happy.

As I glared at her, moving forward, she looked anything but scared. She actually looked bored. "You can give me hard eyes all you want, but the fact remains, we just have to wait and see who shows up first. The cavalry," she grinned, "or the Indians."

EPOV

"Lizzie?" I looked up to see Sam heading my way. He looked around, clearly noticing something was wrong. "Where's Dean?"

"Good question," I sighed, pointing at my phone as it sat on the table. "I've tried calling and texting him, but he won't pick up."

"How long have you been waiting?"

"About fifteen minutes," I answered, feeling a little guilty. "I know I should have called you, but if I did then that meant I was admitting that there's something wrong, and I'm already too worried and I didn't want to stress you out because of what Dean and I found and then I thought maybe he just-"

"Wait." Sam cut my ramblings short. "What did you guys find?"

I looked up at him with hard and angry eyes. The emotions weren't directed at him, they were for the asshole who'd killed Dean's friend. "Richie's dead."

Sam's eyes went wide. "He's- he's dead?"

"Yeah. Dean turned on Richie's phone's GPS. We found him at some house, in a basement, his head turned around one hundred and eighty. It was awful."

"So, whose place is it?"

"We don't know." I shrugged, my worry creeping back up. "We came here hoping someone might be able to tell us. But after I got out of the bathroom, Dean was already gone."

Searching my eyes, Sam seemed to realise just how scared I was. How scared I was for Dean. "Come on." He gestured for me to stand. Once I was next to him he led us over to the bar and nodded to the bartender "Excuse me. Hi."

The barman stopped and turned to us. "What can I get for you?"

"Um, you remember the guy we were with last night?" Sam gestured to some nearby seats. "We sat right here. Umm..."

The barman nodded, looking so disinterested. "The big hero who jumped on Reggie."

"Yeah, yeah. The- the big hero. Right. Um, have you seen him around at all today?"

"Maybe." The barman shrugged. "Depends."

"On what?" I asked, an urgency in my tone. When the barman simply raised and expectant eyebrow, I groaned. "You've got to be kidding me." Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out some cash and handed him the single note.

With my money now in hand, the barman shrugged. "He left with Casey about an hour ago."

"Any idea where they went?" Sam asked.

"Her place... for Bible study," the barman answered sarcastically.

Getting somewhere, Sam nodded as he spoke again. "All right, you got an address?"

"What's wrong with you? You think I'm gonna give you a co-worker's address, just so you can go over there and get your freaky peeping-tom rocks-" Before the barman could finish Sam handed him some more money which then got us our answer. "Corner of Piermont and Clinton. Have fun."

DPOV

I stood on a wine cask, reaching towards the grate in the ceiling, trying to get a signal.

"Why don't you relax?" Casey suggested, sitting comfortably in her trap, not worrying a single bit. She actually seemed amused by the whole situation.

"Why don't you kiss my ass?" I snapped.

"Why, Dean, you're a poet. I had no idea." She grinned. "Look, we won't have any effect on the outcome of this. We might as well be civil."

Turning to her, I gave an incredulous look. "Civil, huh? Killing Richie, that was... that was civil? The guy was harmless."

"That knife he pulled on me? Didn't look so harmless."

"Uh, a knife wouldn't hurt you," I noted, turning back to the grate in the ceiling.

"No, but it would damage this body. And Casey has such a fine body, I wouldn't want to see it ripped."

I laughed. "A demon with a heart." Getting down from the cask, I shook my head. It was like every time she spoke I found myself more and more shocked. "Wow. Well, you know, there's a bunch of dead people in town that might disagree with you."

"Hey, I didn't pull any triggers."

"Yeah? You did something," I muttered.

"You want to know what I did? What I really did? I had lunch."

"Lunch?"

"Me and Trotter. He had a cheeseburger, I had a salad, and I just pointed out the money that could be made with a few businesses that cater to harmless vice. So Trotter built it, and, man, did they come. Supposedly God-fearing folk, waist-deep in booze, sex, gambling. I barely lifted a finger."

"That's it?"

"You don't get it." She grinned as if she were in on some big secret. "All you got to do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into hell with big, fat smiles on their faces. Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak. Our will's stronger. That's why we'll win."

"And that's how it ends?"

"No." She gave a short shake of her head. "That's how it begins."

SPOV

Lifting my hand, I knocked on the door Lizzie and I stood in front of. But as my knuckles hit the wood, the door slowly opened.

"Dean," I called as we stepped into the apartment.

Walking into the living room, we found it a mess. But not a someone-broke-i-and-trashed-the-place kind of messy. It was more of a lived in messy.

"Sam..." Lizzie turned, lifting her hand to show me a yellow powder on her fingers. "It's sulfur."

DPOV

Sitting on the floor in Casey's basement, we kept the conversation flowing. It's not like we had anything else to do.

"So, demons take over. I thought the meek shall inherit the earth."

Casey grinned. "Oh, according to your Bible." When I just kept looking at her, waiting for her to explain why that mattered, she shrugged. "It's only a book, Dean."

"Not everyone would agree."

"Because it's God's book?" She paused, squinting her eyes a little as if trying to figure something out. "Do you believe in God, Dean? I'd be surprised if you did."

"I don't know. I'd like to."

"Well, I don't see how you and your God, have done such a bang-up job. War, genocide, it's only getting worse. I mean, this past century, you people racked up a body count that amazed even us. It's our turn now, and we're gonna do it right this time."

The sound of movement outside caught my attention.

I stood up and turned back to the grate in the ceiling, trying to listen for more noise. Hoping it was Sam and Liz.

"Don't be hopeful, Dean. You're not delivered. It's only the wind."

EPOV

Walking back into the bar, I spoke on the phone as I followed Sam. "Bobby, it's Lizzie. We've got a big problem. Sam and I found some sulfur and now we can't find Dean. Call me as soon as you get this."

I hung up just as Sam began to speak to the Barman. "Hey, excuse me. Um, they weren't there."

The bar-man shrugged, not caring at all. "I guess you got to catch your jollies another night. Here." He turned to grab us a couple of shots. "Why don't you have a drink and relax?"

But Sam had had enough, no longer playing by these peoples' games. "Yeah, I don't want to relax! What is it with the people in this town?"

Looking offended, the bar-man drank the shot himself. "Suit yourself, princess." With that, he walked off to get back to work.

Sighing, I turned away from the bar, feeling agitated, guilty and worried. If something happened to Dean I'd never forgive myself. I shouldn't have gone to the bathroom. Not when Richie had been killed. Not when we weren't even sure what was going on in this God forsaken town.

Over in a booth I spotted Father Gil sitting by himself and remembered how he and Casey had been friendly towards each other. It was a long shot, but maybe he could help.

"Sam, come on." I grabbed the younger Winchester's arm before dragging him along. As we reached Father Gil's table I offered the priest a polite smile. "Father."

He looked away from his drink and towards Sam and I. "Yes?"

"Can we talk to you for a second?"

DPOV

Pacing around the devil's trap, I shook my head. "You know, you're piling it pretty high there, sweetheart. I'm not sure I'm buying."

"Why would I lie?"

"Demons lie," I noted. Though I shouldn't need to, it was pretty obvious.

"Some do," Casey admitted. "Some are true believers."

"Believers in what?"

"What, you think humans have an exclusive on a higher power?"

Well this was news. I stopped my walking and turned to her, surprised. "You have a god?"

"Sure." She shrugged. "His name's Lucifer."

"You mean the Devil?"

"Your word, not ours. Lucifer actually means 'light bringer'. Look it up. Once he was the most beautiful of all God's angels. But God demanded that he bow down before Man, and when he refused, God banished him. Tell me, Dean. How do you like bowing before lesser creatures?"

I didn't answer her question. Not because I didn't have an answer. No, it was because I was still trying to wrap my head around it all. "Lucifer's really real?" Walking again, I couldn't help but grin at the thought. The devil is real...

"Well, no one's actually seen him, but they say that he made us into what we are, and they say that he'll return."

"Oh, yeah? And, uh, you believe that?"

"I've got faith."

Now that was amusing. A demon with faith. "Mm."

"So, you see? Is my kind really all that different than yours?"

"Well, except that, uh, demons are evil."

"And humans are such a lovable bunch." There was a pause before she added, "Dick Cheney."

"He one of yours?"

"Not yet. Let's just say he's got a parking spot reserved for him downstairs."

I laughed, shaking my head. This whole thig was amusing, me being stuck down here with no signal. Even if Liz and Sam tried, they wouldn't be able to work my GPS without a signal. They'd have to figure out where I am on their own. I know they could, but I also knew it was going to take them awhile.

So to pass the time, I was stuck with a demon. Talking with a demon. Having actually conversations with a demon. It was insane. But there was some good that could come out of it all.

"Hey, speaking of downstairs... what's it like down there?"

"What, Hell?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"That's right. You booked a one-way ticket with that deal. You're not gonna like it, Dean. And, um, judging from the trouble you've caused, I don't think you'll be getting the presidential suite. No, it's a pit of despair. Why do you think we want to come here?"

SPOV

"So, the, the bartender the other night, Casey. You know her pretty well?" I asked as Lizzie and I sat with Father Gil.

Father Gil nodded. "Since she was in pigtails."

"Well, um, she and my brother, they, uh..." I paused for a moment, trying to figure out what to tell him. "They... left tonight. Together."

"Ah…" Father Gil understood in an instant. "Well, not that I approve, but they are consenting adults," he noted before realising something. "I'm sorry. You said 'brother'. I thought the three of you were insurance investigators?"

"We are," Lizzie spoke up, giving the priest a charming smile as she explained. "It's a family business."

"And you're their sister?"

"No. She's a family friend," I answered for Lizzie. "Anyways, um, so... so, we went to Casey's apartment, and they weren't there. Um, I-I just have this feeling that they... that they might be in trouble."

Father Gil's smile dropped. "What kind of trouble?"

"Just... trouble." It's not like we could tell him the truth. "Look, please, Father, we need your help. Is there anything you could tell me about Casey? Anyplace she'd go, maybe?"

"Yes, there is a place. Let me get my jacket." He went to get up, but I quickly stopped him.

"No, wait, wait, wait, Father. I don't want to put you out. We can do this on our own," I assured him, getting a nod for Lizzie as she backed me up.

But Father Gil was adamant. "If Casey's really in trouble, then there's nothing to talk about."

DPOV

Casey grinned. "Kind of funny, don't you think? You and me sitting here like a couple of regular folk."

"Yeah, it's hilarious. You know, in that... apocalyptic sort of way."

"You're all right, Dean." She shrugged, her words causing me to scoff. "The others don't describe you that way. But, you know, you're... you're likable."

"A demon likes me. Sorry, I don't know how to respond to that."

"You could say thanks." She suggested. "That deal you made to save Sam? A lot of others would mock you for it, think it was weak or stupid. I don't."

I frowned, looking up at her. "I made the deal to save both Sam and Liz."

She looked shocked. "Wait, you don't know?" Slowly she began to grin. "I guess Elizabeth wouldn't either."

"What are you talking about?"

"The deal you made. The Crossroads Demon must have told you they could only save one." My silence was answer enough, she knew they had. "You never wondered why? You never asked who it is you're going to hell for?"

No, I didn't ask, because it didn't matter and I didn't want to know. I didn't want Sam or Liz to know. I didn't want them to start wondering why one of them had come back when my deal was only for one of them. We had enough problems to deal with.

"I could tell you," she offered, her eyes grinning but her tone made it seem as if she really didn't care. I knew better. She was loving this. "I could tell you anything you want to know."

SPOV

I sat next to Father Gil in his car as Lizzie sat in the back. It was dark now, and Dean had been gone for a couple of hours.

"So, insurance investigating. You enjoy the work?" Father Gil asked, trying to pass the time I guess.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I like being able to help people."

"Ever think about doing anything else?"

"Like what?"

"Hmm, anything." He shrugged. "You seem like a pretty smart kid. Both of you actually." He looked to Lizzie through the rear-view mirror. "Somehow I see the two of you out in front of the pack. You could do some great things."

"I don't know. I like doing what I'm doing, I guess."

"Me too," Lizzie agreed.

"Well, it's your life. Does, um… Dean?"

I nodded. "Yeah, Dean."

"Does he find trouble often?" Father Gil asked.

I laughed lightly. "Yeah. Yeah, Dean finds his fair share."

"Well, it's a good thing he has you. His brother's keeper."

DPOV

"How did Liz come back?"

"I'm not too sure on the details." Casey shrugged as she sat on the mat above the devil's trap. "All I know is that it had something to do with a deal."

That didn't make sense. My deal didn't work on her.

Casey spoke again, cutting off my train of thought, "It was a deal made when she was a little girl. People don't really think about what they say when making a deal. They just kinda of… speak. Most of the time it works out how it's supposed to, but one wrong word and the whole contract becomes something new."

I wasn't sure what she was going on about, all I cared about was the first thing she'd said. "Who made the deal?"

Leaning back so she could lie on the mat, she grinned at me. "Her mother."

My heart stopped. Casey didn't need to tell me what that meant. Liz's mother had made a deal. That meant she would have been taken by Hellhounds. That meant she was in hell.

"Elizabeth was in a car accident with her mother. It was on the fourth anniversary of her father's death. Four years since her father burned on the ceiling of her nursery. Her mum had been an emotional mess and made a mistake that put Elizabeth in a coma. The only thing keeping her alive were the machines connected to her."

Liz had never told me how she'd lost her family, all I knew was that she'd been fifteen when she started hunting. Taking in Casey's words, I could put the pieces together and figure it all out.

When Liz was six months old her father died. Four years later she was in a car accident with her mum. After she died, without really dying, her mum would have made the deal to save Liz. Ten years later when Liz was fourteen, almost fifteen, the Hellhounds would have come to collect…

It didn't explain what happened to Liz's sister, but it told me enough.

"What was the deal? If it brought Liz back again, what was the deal?"

She sat up then, watching me. "I wish I could tell you, I really do. But I'm not a Crossroads Demon. Only they know the ins and outs of deals. Maybe a few higher up demons, too. Azazel would have known about Elizabeth's in the end."

"Azazel?" I didn't recognize the name.

"You think his friends just called him 'Yellow-Eyes'? He had a name."

As much as I wanted to know more about Liz, I knew Casey had told me all she could. So instead, I changed the subject. "Let me ask you a question. The gate opened, the demon army was let out. What now, huh? I'm not seeing a big, honking plan here."

"Honestly, there was a plan. Azazel was a tyrant, but he held us all together. After you did him in, it all fell apart."

"Sorry about that." I honestly wasn't. "So, what? No chain of command?"

"There was." She nodded. "It was Sam. Sam was supposed to be the grand Pooh Bah and lead the big army, but he hasn't exactly stepped up to the plate, has he?"

"Thank God for that."

She chuckled. "Again with God. You think this is a good thing? Now you've got chaos, a war without a front, hundreds of demons all jockeying for power, all fighting for the crown. Most of them gunning for your brother," she noted. "And for the record, I was ready to follow Sam."

"Dean?!"

At the sound of Sam's voice, we both looked to the grate in the ceiling.

"Dean?" Liz's voice followed.

Casey didn't exactly look too happy, and I didn't blame her, we both knew what came next. "Looks like you win."

"Dean!" Sam called again.

EPOV

"You check that way." I gestured to the right of the house. "Sam and I will go this way," I told Father Gil who nodded before the three of us headed off.

"Sam! Liz!"

Sam and I both paused, hearing Dean's voice. "Dean?" we both called at the same time.

"Sammy, down here! Liz! The basement caved in!"

We followed his voice, finding a hole in the ground that was blocked off by some bars. Looking down, we caught sight of Dean.

"Oh, thank God." I smiled down at him, feeling so relieved. "Hey, hold on, okay? We're coming."

"We're here with the Father," Sam added.

There was a pause as Dean looked behind him before he turned back to us, worry in his eyes. "Be careful."

The look in his eyes told us enough. There was something wrong.

Both Sam and I pulled back, reaching for our guns as we walked back around to the front of the house. As we rounded the corner we saw Father Gil. Only, he wasn't Father Gil- probably hadn't been since before we got here.

He stood there, tense and ready for a fight, his eyes black. Taking a step, he started for us.

A gun shot went off, the bullet hit the head of a statue behind Father Gil. Neither Sam or I had made the shot though.

Looking to the side, I was surprised to see Bobby standing there with the Colt.

Father Gil turned as well. Raising his hand, he flung Bobby away so easily before he turned to Sam and sent him flying towards the Impala. Before he could do the same to me, I stood my ground and lifted my own hand, pushing him back.

He grunted and stumbled, but was otherwise fine. Slowly lifting his head, he grinned at me. "Let's see what you've got."

SPOV

I was well aware that Father Gil and Lizzie were now fighting, the two of them using their minds to attack the other. As much as I would have liked to help, I knew that jumping into something like that would not have made any difference. If anything, I would make the situation worse.

So instead, rolled off the hood of the car with a groan before rushing over to Bobby as he lay on the ground where Father Gil sent him. "Bobby, you all right?"

"Yeah." He nodded, getting himself into a sitting position.

"How did you know where we-"

Before I could finish, he cut me off and handed me the rebuilt Colt. "Do it."

"You heard the man." Ruby suddenly appeared. "Do it."

Lifting the gun as I turned around, I took aim and shot at Father Gil. The bullet flew through the air and hit him right in the temple. He froze for a moment and then twitched a few times before his lifeless body fell to the ground.

I moved as fast as I could, reaching Lizzie just before she could collapse. Whatever she and Father Gil had been doing it had left marks on both of them. She had a couple of cuts on her cheeks and looked exhausted.

"You okay?" I asked, holding her up.

She nodded. "Let's go get Dean."

DPOV

Both Casey and I stood, waiting as something or someone moved the rocks blocking the doorway. She looked hopeful which had me feeling a little more anxious with each passing second.

As the last few rocks fell away we watched as someone moved through the cloud of dust and into the room.

It all happened in a split second. The figure lifted their arm as the dust began to settle. I only had a moment to call out to Sam, to try and stop him. But he didn't listen as he pulled the trigger.

Casey fell to the ground, her eyes set in shock as she bled out and died.

...

"Well, what do you think, Bobby?" I started as he and I walked across the road on the main street of town. "About what we did here, you think it made a difference?"

"Two less demons to worry about. That's not nothing."

He had a point, but nothing really seemed different. "Yeah, but Trotter's still alive."

"Humans ain't our job," he noted.

"Yeah, but you think anything's really gonna change? I mean maybe these people do just want to really destroy themselves. Maybe it is a losing battle."

"Is that you or the demon girl talking?""

I shook my head, grinning. "Oh, it's me. Demon is dead, and so is that hot girl it was possessing."

He sighed. "Well, had to be done. Sam was saving your life."

"Yeah, but you didn't see it, Bobby. It was cold." I stopped and turned to face him. "Bobby…"

"Yeah?" he stopped and turned to me.

"Back in Wyoming, uh, there was this moment. Yellow Eyes said something to me."

"What'd he say?"

"That maybe when Sam came back from..." I shrugged. "Well wherever. That maybe he came back different."

Bobby frowned, confused. "Different how?"

"I don't know. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. You think... think something's wrong with my brother?"

There was a brief pause before he answered. "No. Demons lie. I'm sure Sam's okay."

"Yeah. Yeah, me too." I nodded as we stated walking again. It didn't take us long to reach my car. Looking in the passenger window, I offered Liz a small smile. "How you feeling?"

After Sam had killed Casey he told us what had happened. He told me how Liz had fought with the Father, how Sam had killed him, and how Liz had been the one to move the rocks so Sam could get into the basement. She'd passed out after that.

Since then Bobby and I had gone and packed her things and checked her out of her hotel room while Sam got our stuff. Liz had been waiting in Baby while the rest of us got ready to leave.

Leaning her head against the back of the car seat, she looked up at me. "I'm sleepy."

"Come on, then." Bobby opened the door for her. "Let's get you home."

But she didn't move. In fact, she cuddled into the seat even more. "No."

"No?" Bobby and I asked at the same time, both of us surprised and confused.

Closing her eyes, Liz managed to give us a short shrug. "I'm going with Sam and Dean."

Turning to Bobby, the older man and I shared a look. I had no problem with Liz tagging alone again. Sam wouldn't mind either. I just wanted to make sure Bobby was okay with it.

Without saying a word, he gave a short nod. It wasn't much, but I knew what he meant. He didn't mind, so long as we took care of her. I didn't need to make any promises though, we both knew Sam and I would do whatever it takes to take care of her just like she'd do the same for us.

Bamby