Note-I'm sorry to change this up, but hey, this is called Fanfiction for a reason! So, in our little AU, demons can be killed with guns, knives, etc. It's just a lot harder to kill them than it would be to kill a human. Capeshe?

Rose POV

"What the fuck were you fucking thinking?!" Blackie bellowed. "Do you realize what you just did?!" I hung my head in shame.

"Yeah, that's fuckin right! Only thinking about yourself huh? Fucking bitch!" he yelled.

"Blackie!" I interrupted.

"What now? You gonna throw me outta dis car?" he snarled.

"Ugh no!" I groaned. "I have a plan," He rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah, because your first plan worked out sooo well,"

"Please just let me do this," I pleaded. "I mean, I can't screw things up much more, can I?" His eyes softened.

"All right, what're we gonna do now?"

The Impala rolled up in front of the warehouse.

"Ok, here," I held a pair of handcuffs out to Blackie. "Put these on," He held out his hands and I cuffed him.

"Ready?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Ready," I drug him struggling out of the car and into the dark warehouse.

"Azazel!" I yelled. "I got a little somethin for ya!" He materialized from the darkness.

"Oh hello again my pretty rose," his cold hand slid down my cheek. "And why would I want this?" he gestured towards Blackie.

"He's valuable to the Winchesters," I tilted my head towards the brothers chained to the wall. "Hurt him, and it will hurt them more,"

"Let him go, you evil bitch!" Dean roared, thrashing in his chains. Azazel's face twisted into a grimace that resembled a smile and took the cuffed man from me. As soon as Blackie left my hands, he ripped the cuffs open, slid two knives into his hands, and swung them up to decapitate the yellow eyed demon. I pulled my favorite machete from my waistband and stabbed a henchmen a few times in the chest. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I bobbed and twisted, killing demons as I went. There were a few left, but Blackie could handle them, so I rushed over to the restrained Winchesters. After helping them out of their bonds, I started to drag them towards the door.

"Guys, we need to go! There'll be more any second!" Dean ripped his hand from mine.

"And why would we trust you, you got us into this whole mess!" His words were so full of venom I could almost feel the sting.

"Fine, then just go," I pointed outside. "Your car's out there," He nodded and turned to walk away when another voice spoke.

"What a pleasant surprise," The silky tone drove shivers up my spine. "Nice to see you again, sister," I turned around slowly. The Winchesters had halted, perhaps sensing the danger.

"Roxie please," I pleaded. "Fight it, I know you can," She smirked at me.

"Oh Rosy, Rosy, Rosy," She traced a finger down my arm. "I'm not even Roxie anymore, she's dead. It's Lilith now," She eyes raked over Blackie, who was approaching slowly. The shell of Roxie nodded towards him. Two ragged demons grabbed him and yanked my backwards.

"Kill him," Roxie snarled. Rose recoiled.

"No- no Roxie, please- please you don't have to do this," The ball in my throat caught my words and distorted them.

"Do it, or you 'whittle sister will-" The image of my little sister slitting her chest open burned my eyes, "Die. And I'll have to take over someone else's body. It's a lot of trouble you know," I glance at Blackie. He couldn't fight anymore. It was run ragged, it would be easy. Rose pulled herself and glanced and Dean and Sam. Dean's hand was on his gun, ready to pull it out but Rose knew what she had to do. She looked at the bloody machete in her hand and in a swift motion run it through Roxie's heart. The demon's eyes flashed with rage and shock. There was a whiff of black smoke and it spun into the air and flew into on of the dead body on the floor. I watched in horror as Roxie looked up at her with big blue pools of purity.

"Rose?" She wheezed. Her eyes rolled down to the machete in her chest, "Thank you- it's gone," Roxie fell backward into a puddle of her own blood. I flung myself over her body.

"No," a sob ripped through me, "NO!" She was still in there. I just killed my own sister.

Hands pried me away from Roxie's limp body. I twisted, claws, bite, did whatever I could do to get away. A sick crunch filled my ears as one of them punched my jaw and the blackness took over.