"This is your domain?"

"Just one little room in it. It's much bigger than this, believe me."

Mary steps around the tiny cell, still confined to her shackles, and observes the barren walls of rock. There's not much to look at in all honesty, aside from smooth stone and a door. Crowley stands in the middle with his hands together.

"So I'm guessing you've never met a demon before."

Mary stops walking. She looks back at Crowley. "No, I haven't." Crowley smiles mischievously and Mary's eyes widen. "…are you?"

"The face you see?" Crowley asks, pointing to himself. "Normal folk won't see this, I just look human to them. But you're special, Mary darling, very special."

"That's what mother and father always say. But, Mr. Crowley, can I ask you something?"

"Go on, humor me."

"Why are you mean to my father?"

"Mean? I'm not mean to him. What gave you that impression?"

Mary kicks at the hard floor and looks down. "He's always out with Uncle Sammy chasing demons."

"Well that's their fault."

"Why?"

Someone bangs loudly on the other side of the door and Crowley goes to answer it. "Hold that thought," he says, slipping out. The two demons from earlier have the book they promised him. It's an old, leather bound thing with crinkling pages of papyrus.

"As we promised," the female demon says, handing him the book.

"To our word," the one with the sloppy word adds, grinning. Crowley is unamused and takes the book quickly. He begins to flip through it. "Is'at what you wanted?"

"Yes," Crowley says.

"Do you know if she is the Nephilim?" the female asks.

"I'm nearly certain, but it appears there are some triggers I can use to prove it. If she is, then we are in luck."

"Sir Crowley, you mind tellin' us what exactly makes dis Nephilim lass so great af'er all?"

"A Nephilim is one of the most powerful beings that can be made," Crowley goes on to explain, smirking with delight at the idea of him having one. "Heaven's done an immaculate job keeping their population at zero, but just as luck would have it, one of the Winchester and his angel cake has spawned one."

"Why is she so powerful?" asks the female. Crowley turns another page and skims it.

"Because she has all the ability of an angel, yet due to her human-half, she's neutral. For example, she can see my true form yet it doesn't scare her. Basically, the perks of Heaven without the membership fees."

"So if an 'uman an' a angel can make somefin' dat powerful, what 'bout a Nephilim an' a demon?"

Crowley raises his eyebrows. "Certainly a good point," he says. "That means, what, five years or so and we can find out, hm?"

"What do you plan to do until then?" the woman asks.

"Use her as my apprentice, we can say." Crowley turns yet another page and upon reading it, grins the biggest he has all day. "Ahh, exactly."

"What is it?"

"What've you foun', sir?"

"See this?" Crowley asks, pointing to a diagram that shows the outline of a person and many lines running through them. A scale is overtop of them and scribbles of Enochian surround it. "This is our key. Apparently she can adapt to good or evil. I assume the Winchesters have brought her up as a goodie little two-shoes, so with enough time we can crack her." The demons look excited. "I can crack her, rather. Bye-bye." Crowley goes back inside and slams the doors, leaving the demons outside grumbling about their possible reward.

"What is that?" Mary asks, seeing the book in Crowley's hands. She's leaning against the back wall.

"Something rather important," Crowley tells her. "It's all about you, actually."

"Oh? How?"

"Nephilim things. You are a Nephilim, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Crowley looks at the book for a moment. He flips a couple pages and reads something. "How do I know you really are?"

"Because I've told you that I am."

"I'm sure Nephilim can lie, just like humans." Crowley takes a few steps towards Mary, who starts to get a bad feeling in her stomach, then grabs her shoulder with his free hand and squeezes hard.

"That hurts!" Mary squeals.

"That's the point, lovely!" Crowley caws with utter delight. "Show me your wings!"

"No!" Mary shouts. She wriggles beneath Crowley's grip. "I can't!"

"Then you aren't a Nephilim and you're a lying little brat!"

"No! I have wings, I just can't show you!" She struggles and struggles, pushing her shoulders until she gets enough strength to dash out from his grip. Crowley looks surprised.

"Did you?!"

"You're mean!" Mary yelps.

"How did you get out of my grip?"

"Don't talk to me!"

Crowley sighs. He glares at Mary, who squats on the ground and starts to cry. "I just want my mother and father back!"

"Children," Crowley huffs. He opens the book again and pages through it. He struggles with keeping the book flat in his hands and reading it. Mary notices his difficulty.

"Do you need a table, Mr. Crowley?" she asks.

"I thought you didn't want me talking to you," Crowley snaps in a nasty tone, keeping his eyes on the pages.

"I just noticed you're having trouble keeping that book up."

"If I need a table I can get one!" Crowley shouts. He accidently drops the book and curses, but Mary giggles and puts her palm down on the cold floor. A wave of energy shoots out and suddenly a plant sprouts from beneath the book, lifting it up about an inch. "Aaahh," Crowley gasps, looking amazed. "That's it, exactly."

"You need a table, Mr. Crowley," Mary says, laughing. The plant grows higher. Crowley snatches the book away before she can bring it up any more. He begins to scan the pages furiously.

"There!" he says. "That's it." The book tells him that Nephilim will only take the side they feel comfortable with, so since Mary has been raised on good thoughts, she needs to be treated nicely if he's going to get to her flip. He clears he throat. He puts the book down.

"Mary, darling, ah-ha-ha…"

"Yes?"

Crowley walks to Mary and tries to look nice. "Let me make you a deal. A fair deal, not a demon deal."

"What's a demon deal?"

"It's—oh, never mind that right now. How about this; I will make this room however you want it to look, give you anything you want, and all you have to do is—be friends with me."

"Friends?"

"Yes, friends with me." It seems to hurt Crowley to say these words.

"Anything I want?"

"Yes, anything you want."

"But I already have my own room back home, with mother and father."

Crowley groans. He snaps his fingers and a nice chair appears, which he takes a seat on and gets comfortable in. Mary remains on the floor. "I need to tell you something about your dear mummy and daddy."

"What?"

"They say that they love you, don't they?"

"Yes."

"Well…"

Mary cocks her head. "What?"

"They don't."

"What?! They do! You don't even know them!"

"Think about it, Mary; if your daddy loved you, why would you leave you alone?"

Mary looks down. She starts to tear up. "But…"

"It's the truth, Mary. They don't love you. You're much better off down here with me, don't you think?"

"I d-don't know…"

"Have your dear parents told you about all those times they've stabbed each other in the back? They don't even love each other."

"What?"

Crowley shakes his head. "Sorry, darling."

"No!"

Mary begins to sob.

"How about I take those handcuffs off of you?"

"O-okay."

Another snapping of the fingers and they're gone. Mary brings her hands to her eyes and wipes them slowly.

"You shouldn't cry," says Crowley.

"B-but my mother and father d-don't love me…"

"Most of them don't, I'm afraid. You aren't unusual in that sense. But what is unusual is your incredible power. Do you think, hmm…do you think you could show me your beautiful wings? Since we're friends and all of that."

"Mother says they will hurt people if they see them."

"I'm not a person, Mary."

"Oh…"

"I'll be fine. Now why don't you show me? It will be our little secret."

Mary nods very slowly. She makes a loud sniff then inhales deeply and a bright light beams around her. She lets her big, grey wings unfold but the pain blinds Crowley. He shields his eyes and tells her to put them away again.

"Did I hurt you?" Mary asks.

"No, I'm fine," says Crowley. He's pretty pleased with himself now; the Nephilim is real. "Is there anything your parents wouldn't give you, but you want?"

"I don't think so."

"A special bed? A certain toy? How about a puppy?"

"A puppy?"

"A pet, you know. Never wanted a pet?"

"They aren't allowed."

"But do you want one?"

"I don't know, I've never seen a pet."

Crowley grins and gets up. "Come with me, Mary." He extends his hand to her and she gets off the floor and carefully takes it. "I'm going to get you a pet."

"But what if I don't want one?"

"Oh, you will, I'm sure. Who doesn't love puppies?"

They leave the room and enter a long, dark hallway. Mary is frightened a bit, particularly as they walk by some of the doors and she can hear people within them, yelling in pain. She holds Crowley's hand because she has nothing else to hold.

"Here we are," the demon announces as they stop at a door near the end. He opens it up and they're greeted by a loud snarling. Most people would see nothing, but Mary is lucky enough to see a great big doglike beast, curled up in the corner of the room with a bunch of smaller creatures in front of her.

"What is that?" Mary asks. She isn't scared at all.

"This is my pet. But you're lucky and she's just had a litter."

"Puppies?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes. Do you want one?"

Mary takes a few cautious steps inside the room. The pups around the mother are preoccupied with nursing, however one on the end seems to be the odd one out. There aren't enough nipples for him so he just sits there.

"That one?" Mary asks, pointing to the reject. Crowley groans loudly.

"Do you have to be Disney princess about everything?!"

"I don't know what the means."

"Fine, fine," Crowley says, sighing a lot. "She won't miss this one, anyway." He walks right up to them, snatches the one of the end and hands it to Mary, which she somehow manages to hold successfully. Even as a puppy, he's nearly two feet long. It squeals and snarls a bit in Mary's arms but she pets him and he calms down.

"Now there's something about these dogs you need to know," Crowley explains. He says goodbye to the mum and leaves the room. "You can't go petting and hugging them are else they'll become great big pussies, and that's no good."

"What do I do?"

"You're going to be strict, stern, and feed him plenty of raw flesh."

"Raw flesh? But I thought he was nursing?"

"They grow up fast."

Crowley goes to a different room and opens the door. Inside, a man is hanging from the ceiling. He's covered in blood and a demon prods a hot iron rod through his stomach.

"N-no," the man groans. "Not Crowley, please!"

"Hush," Crowley scoffs. He lets Mary step through and suddenly the man screams and closes his eyes.

"W-WHAT IS THAT!" he shouts. "IT BURNS! THE LIGHT! IT BURNS!"

"Hush!" Crowley yells again. He turns to Mary and tells her to let the dog run. "Give him a smack on the back and direct him towards his prey. He'll know what to do."

Mary looks at Crowley with sad eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Fine. I'll show you."

Crowley hits the dog and yells, "feed!" while pointing to the man. The pup runs up towards the hanging man and latches its jaws onto his leg. The man howls in pain and the animal rips through his flesh, rending blood everywhere while chewing him down to the bone. Mary watches in horror. She starts to cry. "No!" she yells.

"Yes!" Crowley corrects her. "This is your new life, you will learn to love it!"