Kristina:

None of us had spoken a word since the angel had come and gone, Rebbekka went to her old record studio with Sam, Melody went with Castiel to her old clothing store and I was at my old gallery with dean.

"Nice, you're a good photographer." Dean said whilst walking around my paintings commenting on them.

"Thanks, I'm surprised it hasn't been broken into yet, after all, it's not like I come in here anymore." I sighed as I ran my fingers slowly over some of the photos.

"How come you quit the army and started this place up then?" Dean's voice came from behind me. I sighed and turned around to face him.

"I took a break from the army 4 months after my dad died, Bekky needed a little help and Jamie was missing me, so was mum, so I came home." I shrugged. "When my mum told us she had cancer she brought this place for me." I moved to a spot in the middle of the room, Dean following behind. "We stood right here and she told me how proud she was but it was time to settle down here. So I quit the army and when she died I opened this place" I finished by opening my arms and twirling around, stopping when I was facing his smile; He then looked at his watch and sighed.

"Come on, let's go. It's getting late and you really could do with some sleep" Dean said as he walked over to the door and held it open for me.

"Why thank you" I curtsied as I walked out of the door. On the way we talked about his past; like him going to hell and things, what our favourite bands/ songs/ films were and many other things and by the time we had walked back to the house we knew EVERYTHING there was to know about each other.

"So considering there isn't anywhere ales to sleep, and we've both told each other things that not even our siblings know, would you mind if we shared a bed together for tonight?" Dean said as we stopped outside the door to my old room.

"Wow, you mean to say you have enough self control to sleep in the same bed as a woman without screwing her? Huh, I think hell just brought an ice rink." I said, causing him to roll his eyes at me and walk into the bedroom; smiling to myself I closed the bedroom door and formulated a plan.

By the time dean walked out in boxers and an undershirt I was leaning against the dresser in his Metallica T-shirt.

"You know, I don't actually have this top, mind if I borrow it?" I ask innocently, watching as a playful smirk creeps onto his face.

"Well it sure does look better on you than it does me." He replied. "You're not gunna make this easy on me are you?" He stated whilst chucking his clothes onto his duffel bag.

"I have no idea what you're going on about Mr. Winchester, It's not like I'm only wearing a very short t-shirt and an extremely lacy thong." I said seductively, enjoy every second. I walked slowly up to him and whispered into his ear. "Oh wait, I forgot. I am wearing only a short t-shirt and an extremely lacy thong." That one made him shiver. He clenched his jaw in frustration and then as I went to walk away he grabbed my waist and twirled me up against the wall.

"I was wrong; I don't have any self control." He huskily said his voice and eyes thick with lust. His lips came crashing down onto my mine and I gladly opened it for him when his tongue gently traced my lips. The kiss became more passionate and lustful, next thing I knew I was pulling his shirt off and his mouth moved down to my jaw and then my neck, he lingered there for a moment before picking me up and carried me over to the bed and laying me down with him on top of me.

Next thing I know Dean was suddenly on the floor the other side of the room and a tanned blonde with black eyes was standing by the bed.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I screamed at the man I hoped I would never see again. My ex-boyfriend Damon, who was also a demon.

"Miss me?" Damon smirked.

"Like hell I did. What are you doing here, I sent you back down to the pit." I said; my voice filled with venom.

"Who the fuck is he?" Dean asked once he was up off the floor.

"I'm Damon her ex-boyfriend, who are you?"

"Dean Winchester. You went out with a demon?" Dean stared at me.

"I didn't know he was a demon when I went out with him. There is a reason why he's my ex." I explained, hoping he didn't judge me.

"Oh, okay." He look as relieved as I felt.

"Um hello? Did you just happen to forget about the demon in the room" Damon waved his hands around in the air. I turned my attention to him.

"You still haven't answered the question as to why you are here." I said glaring at him.

"Did you really think I would forget Kris? Only 3 months left now."

Realization hit my like a ton of bricks. I started to feel sick and dizzy; I sat back down on the bed.

"3 months until what? Kris what is he talking about?" Dean sternly demanded an answer.

"What, she didn't tell you?" Damon laughed. "Kris sold her soul and now she has 3 months left until she goes to hell."