A/N: Sue me, I lied. It's Thursday, 6:30PM, exactly, and here I am, starting this here chapter. You guys better love me, you know that, right? Because I love you guys so much for those awesome reviews, I'm going to try to make this extra long, even if that means working through three hours, straight into Supernatural! :O See?

Now, why I wait for FireFox to open back up, after my brilliant idea to do a little research on something for this story, I'll tell you what I got today. Today, my mom came home with Supernatural Season Three. Ecstatic I was. :D By the way, if you haven't, check out the Hellhound's Lair website. Just type Hellhound's Lair into Google. I love the site. Also, Ghostfacers are back! Those two loonies. XD

Also, has anyone seen the new Resident Evil 5 video game preview? If not, it will be on my profile soon. It's got a great line it, really. (I love the word 'also' today. )

Now, review answers (I'm trying to find all of them);

Bloomsky: Always.

WinchesterXGirl: Oh, I know you loved it, beside, cliffy's make the world go 'round.

XxShadowDragonxX: Good. My plan is all coming together. No, not the conspiracy to take the world over! D

Charmed-Vampire XD: Lotsa love there. XD Gracias.

Now, Sammy for a change! Remember, I did a two year time skip, so we are now in Season Four, if you will, and are up to On The Head of A Pin (last week's episode).

SPOV: (Oh C'mon!)

I stopped dancing, noticing room three's door open, and three people step out. Three things I didn't need now.

There, low and behold, stood the one thing I never wanted to see again, but Winchester luck I had with me. There stood the demon bitch who tried to kill me, Lilith. Her hair wasn't deceiving, it was strawberry blonde, like in the Bible. She looked like Adam's first wife once more. I wanted to scream my head off, or try to kill her, but I wasn't ready for that, not when there were two other demons waiting behind her.

Asmodeus and Furfur.

They were two hella ugly beasts, Asmodeus was the strangest; he had the breast of a man, chicken legs, a sea serpent tail, three heads (one of a man spitting fire, one of a sheep, and one of a bull), carrying a standard and a lance and riding a lion with dragon wings and neck. Odd he was.

Furfur, I imagine, Dean would comment that shortly, when he noticed the ugly beasts. He, however looked stranger too, he was a green colored stag with demonic looking wings. His front 'hands' were not hooves like his back, but literal hands, and his antlers were about three foot longs. Longer than should be for a normal stag.

But currently, Asmo, and Furfur, were in the human bodies of two waiters that had gone missing weeks ago, and we figured wasn't supernatural related. I guess we were wrong for the fifth time this year. Yeah, I keep count.

Anyways, the waiters were tall, brown hair, blue eyes, twins, too, I guess. even though Asmo and Furfur weren't, they, however, were both 'princes' in the modern day legends. They were far from that, in my book, though. Nowhere near the princes they were made out to be in pop culture these days.

Then, Dean's humor reared it's ugly head. "Oh joy, it's the bitch of the south. Lilith herself." he said aloud, causing Lilith to glare at him. He, being the man he is, glared back at her, you could pretty much see the evil humor he held in his eyes.

"I have no time to play, Dean Winchester. We will meet again, am I understood?" she asked in her evil voice, yet, however, it was made to sound so surreal to a human. I hated demon covers, never gave us anything to do, aside from hunt them down. That does get lousy after awhile.

After she glared at Dean a little longer, she pushed passed him, with Asmo and Furfur following her into the main office. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that this was going to end horribly. There were three choices for us; we all went to Heaven, we all went to Hell, or we lived this out until we were old. Option three didn't sound so bad.

Bella, watched as Lilith disappeared into a dark alley, with her two new cronies following after her. I looked at my sister once, then at my brother, who shrugged, and grabbed our three duffel bags out of the trunk, before going over to door number five. Sighing, I followed him, and Bella, warily, followed me. Call it twin instinct, if you want.

Twin instinct or not, there's was something wrong with the picture outside our 'living room' window. The clouds were a delightful overcast, and the two cars outside were now occupied. It made me curious enough to take a step outside.

"Stop!" I called at one of them, who hadn't quite reached the car. Long blonde hair, red top, and blue jeans, her jeans pocket slightly bulged by a cell phone, I presumed, and around her wrist hung an 'R'. Slowly, and hesitantly, she turned around.

It was her, the one who made her family leave, the one I hated for destroying my sister's life. I moved quickly back into the door, slamming it shut. Dean was laying on his bed, listening to music on his cell phone, and thankfully, no Magic Fingers bed was there. Bella, she was in the shower, for I heard the water pounding down on the cold marble.

"Dean, whatever you do, do not go outside, Rosalie, she's here. The BMW out front? It's hers." I said quite quickly, if I do say so myself. My brother, however, wasn't listening very well today, and stood up, tossing his phone on his bed, with a grin.

"What are you going to do now?" I asked, slightly annoyed by him already as he made his ways towards the door.

"I'mma go see the bitch of the west myself, give her a piece of my mind, ya know?" he called over his shoulder, walking out the door. I smelled a fight brewing now. Great, this again. I gave up on trying to call him back inside, and settled on the bed opposite of Dean's, and turned on my iPod.

Outside, I could already hear them, their yelling was quite loud, but their words were not. That, I am glad for. As I started getting into the song, Permanent, by the great David Cook, Bella emerged from the bathroom, clothed.

"Dean, your turn." she sighed, as she settled by me, head on my shoulder. I chuckled softly.

"Not Dean, sis. He's busy fighting with someone outside." I snapped my mouth shut, realizing I had said far too much than what was even needed. "Shit!"

"Huh. Well I guess I'll go see who he picked a fight with now. Be back soon!" she giggled, and floated out the door, completely soaking wet. I groaned and stood up, only to sit back down again. I figured it would be pointless to meddle in their affairs, and let them go. I may seem like a referee to them consistently, but I'm not. Got to let them settle this one on their own times.

Then, there was squealing from outside, and a crash. I sighed again, getting up, and looking through the window again. I laughed silently, Alice, had tackled Bella, and they were now lying on the stone ground laughing to themselves. Two of a kind, in a way, because Bella didn't shop.

That waswhen the fighting with Rosalie and Dean had stopped, and the moment when there was utter silence, before Alice spoke. "Look, we've gotta go. We can't stay here. Goodbye, Winchesters." she said, before dashing into the BMW.

A/N: Not as long as I had hoped, because my muse ran out there. I'm really sorry guys. Maybe next time? :D Anyways, contests still up, song this chapter is David Cook's Permanent, it'll be up soon. I'm out! -Heather