"The last time I woke up tied down to three gorgeous men was in Rio. Are we gonna have some fun now?" The girl had looked at each of the men in the room though they couldn't tell with her demonic eyes. None of them looked amused by her comment.

"Okay so this is how this is gonna work." Dean leaned forward so he was eye level with the demon. "We ask you questions, you answer. You don't and we get to have some fun. Understand?"

"Oh you just know how to make a girl squirm don't you Dean?" She smirked as Dean turned to grab holy water off the bed. Sam stood behind and Castiel looked on from his same position flanking Dean.

"You're not just an average demon are you?" Dean asked when he returned to the edge of the demon trap.

"I'd like to think of myself as special." The girl tossed her head to the side smiling.

"What are you?" Dean unscrewed the top of the bottle slowly so she would see.

"That's a good question." A small humorless laugh passed her lips. "I woulda thought angel boy over here woulda known. Though I guess he doesn't share everything with you Dean, does he?" She turned her face to Castiel. He looked confused at turned to Dean with a questioning look as to what this girl was talking about.

"I-I don't-" Castiel didn't understand and rambled out words but was cut off by Dean before he could continue.

"That doesn't really answer my question." He stepped forward and tilted the bottle over her already smoldered chest. The burns were deep from the iron chain he had restrained her with. Not much else of her skin was showing due to her jacket and jeans. The only other place that was burnt as bad was her stomach which was thankfully covered by her tank. She leaned back as far as she could while restrained trying to get away from it.

"I don't know okay?" She spit out quickly, not needing the extra pain at the moment. Dean looked to Sam to see him nod as a way of saying they could move to the next question. It didn't even matter what she was but it mattered in finding out her weaknesses and more so why she was here.

"So, why are you here?" He tilted the bottle back upright and brought it back from her body.

"I was passing through. Heard the northern men were to kill for." Quickly Dean re-tipped the bottle in his hands and splashed some holy water over her blistered skin. More steam rose from the cuts and she screamed out in pain. "O don't worry, no one can hear you." Dean said with a smile before tossing some more water at her and listening to her scream again. The demon's eyes turned human and they shot off into the distance behind Castiel. Dean turned his gaze but saw nothing move and figured the devil's trap was still working. "Who sent you?"

"No one." She breathed out heavily. "On my own."

"Why'd you kill those people?" Sam interjected from across the room. He knew if Dean continued to do the questioning by himself, the demon would surely be dead before they got all their answers.

"He speaks!" The demon's eyes shot over to Sam. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." She shook her head as she regained normal breathing and sucked down the pain. "It is so good to see you again. My-oh-my, the man you have grown into." She bit her bottom lip and scanned his body up and down.

"Have we met?" He stepped forward to the edge of the trap noting Dean's possessive change in position.

"Yes and no. Unofficially. Though I have been waiting for the day. You'll have to forgive me. I've been a little tied up." He gave her a sarcastic smile.

"How do you know him?" Dean asked threatening with the holy water again.

"Don't be jealous baby. I've noticed the way you've grown too." Rolling her tongue in her mouth sexually she blatantly looked at his crotch and back up into his eyes. "All big and strong." She looked towards a movement to her left noticing Castiel unwillingly glance towards the spot on Dean she had just referenced. "I'm not the only one." She smiled and nodded at Castiel with a laugh. Dean threw more water on her and she howled out. Castiel returned to his stoic gaze and Sam just side glanced curiously before returning his stare to the demon.

"Now forgive me," Dean walked back to the bed screwing the cap on the holy water and picking up Ruby's knife, "all the demon bitches I meet seem to roll together. When was the last time you saw us?" He returned to the trap flourishing the knife in his hands. The demon followed the knife sucking in and biting down on her left cheek.

"Don't remember exactly." Dean brought down the knife to her face and placed the cold blade on her skin.

"Try." Her eyes focused on the blade dangerously close to cutting into her cheek.

"Seven years ago." The blade came off her face but was still held close, in between her eyes.

"And why was that?" Sam asked crossing his arms doing the math. Back then they weren't wrapped up in all of this Heaven, apocalypse, and world-altering crap. Or at least they didn't know it. They were just saving people and hunting Yellow-Eyes.

"I had my orders." Her eyes left the knife to meet Sam's. Hatred radiated from her, hollowing into his eyes.

"Is that what this was? Killing those people. Was that orders?" Dean asked bringing the knife back to her cheek.

"No, I told you I'm alone." She paused. "What you didn't like my work?" She taunted pulling away from the knife slightly. "I'll admit the last girl was messy but the others were…" Her eyes moved to the other bed where the files from the morgue laid. "…picture perfect." Her eyes met Dean's and she smiled before he pulled down on the knife and cut her face. An orange glow radiated from the cut and she grunted out in pain again. Dean stood and backed away noticing the demon glancing behind Castiel again.

"So what changed?" Dean asked.

"A lot happens over time Dean. Things change, rules are broken. I would have thought you three would know that the most." Her eyes danced between the three men before her.

"Who was it before? Giving orders." Sam asked unfolding his arms.

"I think you boys know that...demon bitch...as you call 'em. You know her very well from what I hear." The demon looked at Castiel finally making eye contact with him. His face did not falter but he understood what she meant.

"Meg." Castiel turned to Dean and explained. Dean turned back to the demon.

"She really was a bitchy one." The demon muttered to the room.

"Why did you work for Meg?" Sam asked.

"Come on Sammy. Think! There's a big old brain under all that Fabio hair. Use it!"

Sam continued to stare at the demon while the pieces clicked together. Meg, at the time, was working for Azazel. If this demon was watching them that long ago he must have had something to do with him and Sam's part-demon persona. She was probably one of the many demons keeping tabs on him his entire life. A new rage at the control demons had over his life bubbled inside him and his hands came into fists. He stepped forward and punched her across the face without a word.

"There you go Sammy." She thrust her head back flapping her hair out of her face, some pieces stuck to the cut Dean had made. "I knew you'd get it."

"Azazel." Sam said turning to Dean. Dean punched her face again for good measure as Sam left the room to get some air outside. Dean followed after him giving Cas the knife and telling him to watch her.

"Oh, come on boys! Things were just heating up!" She yelled out to the door as Dean shut it behind him. "Guess it's just you and me angel boy." She grinned up at him.

"Do you still work for Meg?" Castiel asked figuring he should still try and get information from her. He didn't know how long Sam would be able to restrain not killing her. Dean posed the same threat.

"Hell no." She looked up into Castiel's eyes. "I am curious Cassie. If a demon bitch like her can get some sugar from you, what's a girl like me gotta do?" Biting her lip she checked out the angel in the trench coat in front of her. "After all we are alone, if that's what you're into, there are beds here, why not have some fun? "

"I do not wish to…have some fun." Castiel responded. "I wish to know who and what you are." The demon girl's face was still flickering in front of him.

"Well, my names Jerry. I'm a mistake."

"Mistake?" Castiel re-gripped the knife in his hands and looked towards the door. He knew Sam and Dean should be hearing this.

"Long story short, possession gone wrong."

"Is that why you can't be exorcised?" Castiel found it odd that the demon was answering all of his questions but decided it was best not to ask until he had finished.

"Yup. Pretty little scar keeps me locked in this meat." Her voice was bursting with disgust. "You want to strip search me for it?"

"Why did you save those people, at the bowling alley?" Castiel ignored her last question and pressed his luck for more information. He knew what questions the Winchesters would want answers to, having kept such close tabs on them, and was willing to help as much as he could. He didn't see how he could screw this up.

"Not by choice angel." Castiel's head cocked to the side but he saw the demon girl would not continue.

"Why are you answering all my questions?" His curiosity got the better of him.

"Oh Cassie, you just don't understand the affects you can have on a girl. Sure, Dean can make me wriggle, but one look at you and I go all kittenish. Dominance just pours out of you. You'd have me on my back begging for more before you could pull that tie off." Her hips cocked up as evidence of the angel's effect on her.

"You look different to me. You have a different face than the other demons." Castiel was not even going to acknowledge her statements. It was far too uncomfortable.

"Cassie! You make me feel so special!" She yelled sarcastically. "If only you'd put that dirty mouth of yours to work."

"To work?" He didn't understand.

"On my body." She bit her lip again and cocked her head to the side.

"Why do I see a different face on you?" Castiel didn't want to acknowledge that statement either. He was sorry he asked.

"I see you different too." She responded as Castiel cocked his head to the side again and she continued. "You're aura angel boy. It's less shiny than I expected an angel's to be. It looks more human, like a hunter's."

Castiel thought on her comment. No one had ever read his aura before and he never would have expected to be called a hunter. It was so human. Any glimpse at his aura was a slight glimpse into his true form. Normal demons and humans would have terrible side effects from seeing his true from. It was an interesting concept though, him being a hunter. One that he would have to think on more.

"I can see the other theirs too." She nodded towards the door. "I can also see relationships between auras. Let me tell you, you three are not as strong as I thought you would be. Wanna know what happens when they walk in the room?" Castiel stared at her slightly troubled by her comment. He knew the relationship between the three of them was always strained. He knew he was the reason. "Wanna know about him when he walks in the room?" Castiel was going to as her which 'he' she meant but decided it was best not to play into the demon's games again.

"What were you trying to do when you killed those people?"

Before the girl could answer, Sam and Dean came bursting back into the room. Sam stepped to the trap and punched the girl in the face.


"Watch her." Dean commanded Cas as he ran out after his brother. Sam hadn't traveled far, only to the trunk of the Impala to which he was leaning on. Dean joined him crossing his arms to keep out the cold. "You okay?"

"Not really Dean." Sam glided a hand through his long hair wishing more than anything he could go back to his life with Amelia. It had been so good for a time. It had made him stop thinking about his past so much. None of these reminders were popping up. He stared up into the night sky trying to calm himself more.

"We'll figure out what she did, what she's doing now, and then you can gank her." Dean didn't really know what else to say. If he was in Sam's position he would most likely want to know that he would get the chance to kill the son of a bitch who messed with his life. Hell, Dean was deeply bothered at the stalker comments she was making about him already, Sam must have felt so much worse.

"Why? Why would she come back after all this time? I don't even remember her." Sam pushed up off the trunk crossing his arms to face his brother. He knew he wouldn't have the answers but he wasn't ready to go in and ask the bitch strapped down. Not without killing her before she answered.

"Maybe Meg's trying to mess with us." Dean threw out knowing it wasn't true. If she wanted to mess with them she would come out and do it herself. He wished he could be asking the demon bitch inside, or that he could hear anything going on inside their room. Cas' spell was working perfectly.

"Maybe." Sam thought the same thing as Dean. "Doesn't really make sense though. Why wouldn't she come herself?"

"I don't know what Meg does." Dean shrugged off, silence overcame them. "You know we can't kill this bitch till we know more, right?" It wasn't so much of a question as a statement.

"I know Dean. I'm not stupid." He leaned back on the trunk trying not to get mad.

"I know, I'm just saying. With what happened with Brady-"

"I didn't kill Brady till after!"

"I know but you almost did! We can't let that happen again."

"I'm over it Dean. Stop being such a-"

"A what Sam?! I'm only being reasonable."

"A jerk Dean! Stop being such a jerk."

"Fine. Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam smiled to himself at the familiarity of their argument forgetting his situation for a moment. They sat in silence a moment more and Sam turned back towards the door of their room. "What do you think is going on in there?" He nodded back to Dean.

"Probably nothing good." Dean smiled to himself trying to imagine Cas extracting information from anyone. It couldn't go very far. The poor angel probably didn't understand a thing she was saying. He must have looked very awkward. "Okay to head back in?"

"Yeah. Let's go." Sam strolled towards the room with Dean close behind.


Sam stepped back after withdrawing his fist from the demon's face.

"Tell me everything about what you have to do with Azazel and Meg." He threw another punch in her stomach making her bend over as much as she could while restrained. Sam didn't know but he had hit her where the iron had melted her skin, adding to the pain.

"Dean I-" Castiel started wanting to tell Dean of the information he just extracted from the demon girl.

"Not now Cas." Dean said grabbing the knife from his hands.

"But Dean-" Dean turned back to the demon with the knife in his hands.

"Tell my brother everything you know or this is going to be very slow." He placed the knife on her chest where all other burn marks were and made another small cut. She groaned out in pain while the orange faded.

"I'll make you a deal." She said as another slash went across her chest and she yelled out again. Castiel saw the flicker quicken with every cut Dean made.

"Dean-"

"Not now Cas." Dean raised the knife to her eye level again. "Talk. No deals." Her eyes flickered from the knife to behind Cas and back again.

"No." She yelled out as another cut streaked across her cheek. Her eyes changed to their demonic form and she kept screaming even after the cut faded. "No, no, no, no, no!" Her head shifted frantically from side to side. Dean stepped back and quickly grabbed the holy water unscrewing the top and thrusting some on her face. She screamed out and snapped her head back to the corner behind Cas revealing her new burns. She moved her face back to Dean and looked at both him and Sam. "This is going to be interesting." She grunted out her words as she continued screaming and her head fell to the side, her eyes shutting. Dean hovered over her with his knife wondering what angle she was playing when he heard her whisper.

"Me." The word was barely audible and Dean leaned in closer keeping his knife close to her skin. "Help me." The plea was only above a whisper before her head rolled to the front and she passed out. Dean reached forward and lifted her head up, it lolled back against the chair. Peeling open her eyelids he saw only the whites of her eyes.

"What the Hell is going on?" He asked turning towards the others in the room. Cas was standing patiently waiting for Dean to let him speak and Sam had crossed over to the side of the room trying to control his emotions.

"She let the human out." Sam answered from the bed. "I've seen it. Probably thinks it will keep us from killing it since we know it can't be exorcised." Dean turned back to the girl tied to the chair.

"That's not what happened." Castiel said gruffly, his patience wearing thin.

"Then what the Hell happened Cas?" Dean asked walking over, not sure what he wanted to do anymore. The demon's trick was a good one. It wasn't like he hadn't killed possessed humans before but this was going to make it difficult. He didn't like the idea of killing a conscious human though he knew he would. They couldn't let a demon prowl the streets killing others. Let alone one that used to stalk him and Sam.

"I got her to talk. It was confusing. She makes many sexual remarks." Castiel walked over to the girl trying to get a better look at her condition. Her face still flickered between the human and demonic form but the demon form showed up less.

"What'd she say?" Sam asked from his back corner.


After explaining all the demon girl had said Dean joined Sam in sitting on the opposite bed.

"So she is named Jerry. She, or he, is a possession mistake that can't leave her body, forced into saving those people but killed others for reasons we don't know and she can read auras." Sam leaned forward putting his hands together. "At least we know all the normal stuff works on her and she can be killed."

"So if she is a he," Dean's face grimaced a bit, "he was hitting on all of us." Dean looked around the room to see if anyone else was upset by this. No one else paid any mind to it. Dean was secretly embarrassed because minus all the burn marks he caused on her, the girl the demon took over was still hot.

"How'd you get her to tell you all this?" Sam asked Cas, ignoring Dean's comment.

"She said I make her kittenish." Cas responded bluntly.

"What'd she mean by the whole aura thing? Which one of us was she talking about?" Dean asked the room turning towards his brother.

"I don't know Dean." Sam responded dully looking back at the girl in the chair, hatred building at the demon inside.

"There was something else." Castiel forced the attention back on his information. "You were wrong Sam. The human did not come forward. She was there the entire time."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked truly confused. Dean stood and crossed his arms moving towards Cas.

"Her face has not changed. I still see both human and demon in a way I normally would not. When you were cutting her the human side disappeared less and less." Castiel hoped that they would understand his meaning. This was no normal possession.

Both boys remained silent trying to figure out what that meant. Sam was having a hard time getting past his hatred and Dean was thinking about how the demon had been acting strangely. The banter and remarks were normal but she kept looking past Cas more than once. That was something out of the ordinary too. The only person, or demon, to ask was currently passed out. He didn't want to ask anyone else in the room for fear that they did not see the same thing.

"So what do we do with her?" Dean turned to face the trap. "Should we wake her up now?"

"I don't know." Sam responded tartly. He didn't need the reminder that he couldn't kill this demon. It was hard to believe that Meg or Crowley wasn't behind this. It was just the thing they would do to mess with him. They knew he couldn't kill a human like this, even possessed.

"You two sleep. I will watch her." Castiel walked up behind them picking up Ruby's knife.

"You sure Cas?" Dean asked trying to find a reason to say no. He knew that it was a bad idea to keep her like this, tied in the room with Cas watching, just so he could catch a few hours. He also knew it would be a bad idea to wake her up now with Sam in the mood he was in. Nothing productive would come out of it and Sam wouldn't forgive him for sending him away and questioning without him. It was too far of a drive to head back to the lake house and he wasn't sure if Cas could poof a car. That and he was starting to feel exhausted. This entire situation was taking his toll on him.

"Sleep Dean." Castiel said as he pulled the other chair from the room and placed it in between the two beds, sitting down in it. Dean didn't need more prompting and headed to change out of his jeans and brush his teeth. Sam hadn't cared to do so and had just cleared off his bed and crawled in.

After Dean was done he cleared his own bed and pulled aside some holy water to keep near on the nightstand as a just in case. He slipped under the covers glancing at the still unconscious girl in the room. He was worried but knew it was for the best. Besides, Cas could handle it.

"Let me know if she wakes up." Dean said to Cas' back. He could see the angel nod from his chair without taking his eyes off the girl. Dean smiled at the movement and slid down the rest of the way placing his head on the pillow and slamming it down until it was comfortable. A quick peek at his brother showed he had already fallen asleep and Dean smiled. He wasn't sure how he was able to sleep so fast in this situation. Dean wasn't sure he would be able to sleep that easily, not that he ever did. He sighed loudly and closed his eyes. "Goodnight Cas." He threw out, unsure if that was an awkward or appropriate thing to say to and angel.

"Goodnight Dean." Cas replied gently as Dean started to slip into a dreamless sleep.