"It's not hard, really." Meg tells me. I roll my eyes, throwing my hands into my pocket.

"Oh no? You really don't get humans do you?" I retort, scuffing my shoes off the concrete floor, bodies lay in a heap around us in the empty room. Although it wasn't quite empty. Hooks and chains hung from the ceiling while the heated scent of blood hung in the air.

"Sorry , but you have it easy. We could hand you back over to Alastair, I know how much Crowley loved the way your screams always seemed to be the loudest." Meg said and I felt my head drop. Her sigh was heavy as she walked over to me. "Listen Scarlett, Crowley wants to send a piece back out on the board to play. You are who he wants and the date he chose is getting close. If you aren't ready by then, he is shoving a demon down your throat to do his bidding and then it is going to play out until you will be ready...and if you aren't, who is to say you will remember any of this once that demon is in your body? You may not remember our little 'dates' Scar and if you don't, you will be stuck with her for a long, long time."

I awoke in a cold sweat, shivering underneath my coat yet sweat dripped from my forehead from the dream...or rather the memory. Everything was coming back to me, slowly but surely and it was like, I had a life I didn't even know about, which I suppose I did. So, does it mean I still have that demon inside me? The demon that nearly killed the boys. The demon that killed all those people because Crowley said so.
It didn't make sense. Why me?
If anything it was probably because I could most successfully get to the Winchester's.
Well guess who's not your bitch anymore Crowley? Guess who is doing just the opposite of what you wanted. I'm staying clear if the Winchester's, at least until I can sort this out.

It's been three days. I warded myself from Castiel and I've been ignoring every call Dean and Sam made to my phone, only listening to the voice mails. It was basically the same thing over and over again. "We need an explanation" or "Please come home" or "We need you" but it didn't make me feel any more or less shitty about abandoning them. Yes, it was the right thing to do, but it didn't feel like the right thing.

My phone rang for the first time that day as I sat up from the bench in the bus station, staring at the screen. Dean. Again, I let it go to voicemail.

"You're popular," a male's voice cooed from a sleeping bag to my left. There were 13 of us 'camped' out here, struggling to get a bus to anywhere, but none of us ever spoke. "they must miss you." I nodded.

"I suppose." I replied.

"Parents?"

"Dead."

"Sorry."

"I was 10 and 19, no big deal. It was awhile ago." From the corner of my eye, I watch him nod once before looking directly at me.

"Who is it that you're running from?" he questioned curiously before I turned to face him. It was dark but I could make our dark eyes and ginger hair.

"We don't know each other."

"Right,"

"We literally just met,"

"Continue,"

"And you just asked the most broad and soul crushing question anyone could ask me right now. Why?"

"Look at it this way, we are one in the same. My parents are both dead, car accident in '97, was brought up in foster homes all over the place and as soon as I turned 18, I ran. I've been gone for 4 years and haven't looked back. That's what I'm running from and you now know more about me then my best friend." he says diligently. "We're two strangers who will never meet again. Why not?"
I was going to have to stretch the truth a lil bit obviously, but he was right in a really weird way. We would never meet again, why not let off a little bit of steam?

"My boyfriend and his brother." I say finally. "We are in the same line of work, basically. It's just, I was blackmailed into taking a job from their rival company and they just found out, lost their beans and now? I just want to start over." OK. So it wan't really true, at all. But in a different way, it was.

"All because of a job?" he confirms. I nod once.

"It's better for all of us," I tell him. "it's a dangerous job."

"What were you? An assassin?" he asks incredulously making me chuckle.

"Something like that," I smirk, looking down at my phone again, wondering whether to press the button to hear the voice mail, or leave it.

"Apparently." he says when lights illuminate the dark hall the manager allowed us all to stay in over night. I shield my eyes a little bit and hear a few hisses from others trying to sleep.

"Hey Scar," a wicked sounding voice tumbles threw the light. I peer up, my eyes finally adjusting.

"Meg," I knew it was her. It wasn't hard to tell. It was quite easy actually. "what are you doing here?"

"Here to help you Ms. Ungrateful." She says, her hands on her hips as she stares me down. "You see, your stupidity caused Crowley to loose his nut sack, he's after you and he's coming quickly,"

"I'm warded,"

"Then how did I find you?" She let it sink in for a moment before walking quickly my way. "Get your stuff," I stand without another word, grabbing my bag and shoving my blanket inside before slinging it over my shoulder.
By this time, everyone was watching me.

"It was nice knowing you," The ginger boy says from behind me. I raise a brow and tilt my head down a little bit, acknowledging him.

"You too, good luck out there,"

"And the same."

"Come on," Meg grabs my triceps, pulling me away from him. "we really don't have time to waste, Crowley is-"

"In the building!" We both froze and in a sudden moment, we were surrounded by four demons. I trembled at the sight of Crowley standing in front of the exit. His arms folded across his chest as he stared us down. "You're a hell of a bitch to track down Scarlett, I must say, if it wasn't for Meg tracking you, I would have never found you." My head snaps to my left to stare at Meg who looks dumbfounded.

"That's impossible!" She yells. "I made sure no one was following me, I checked-"

"Well obviously not well enough, eh?" Crowley smirks. "No matter, I've got what I have come for. Are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?"
There was an instance in time, where everything froze. Where Meg and I shared a look and both of us knew exactly what it meant. She turned to the two demons on the left and I turned to the two on the right and with everything I had, I threw my arms up. One demon flew back with tremendous force while the other barely stumbled backward.
I'm not strong enough. Screams came from all around and everything was seizing again. It was slowed to a halt. He was in a ready position to come after me and I knew I wasn't going to have enough juice to throw this guy off.

But he was thrown back. Not by me, but by Meg. That's when everything started up again.

"Know an exorcism incantation?" She asks. I nod once.

"Latin OK?" I ask her. She nods.

"Start it up, don't get yourself killed. I'm going after Crowley."

"Be careful," spilled from my lips as she gave me a simple cheeky smile.

"I always am." With a wink, she left. I was in a daze for a good two seconds until the chaos pulled me back into it all.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," I begin and I watch a head twitch from the corner of my eye."omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii," I have to keep it going. "omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolic," I know I have to be faster but as soon as the words are coming, Sam's memories weighs me down.

His build in my bedroom doorway, watching me read until he came closer. His gentle manor as he sat down on the end of my bed. A large, soft hand traced over my leg. My head lifted and we caught glances. His blue eyes that stared me down as if he were just looking deeper and deeper into me. My hand lifts to fondle his soft hair and falls down across his hard chest.
Everything about him is perfect. Everything about him is Infinite.

And then, it was over. Wails of pains came from the four demons as the spirits spilled from their bodies. I searched for Meg and realized she made her escape as soon as I had started, along with Crowley. My book bag was thrown across the floor somewhere in the midst and so I run to pick it up. Once it's on my shoulder, the petrified civilians catch my glance. And the ginger boy.

"You're not an assassin." he says flatly. I shake my head.

"A lot more dangerous than that." I tell him before walking for the door.
It was only about twenty feet, but with the eyes on me, it felt like two hundred.

When I opened the door, Meg was on the ground, Crowley holding her up a little bit by a handfull of hair. I froze at the sight.

"Are they taken care of?" she wonders. I nod. "Good girl." She says weakly threw her bruised and bloody face.

"Crowley, you're outnumbered." I say. "Let her go, it's over. You can leave and we can call a truce for now."

"Since when would you truce with a demon?" he asks amused. I readjust my footing, my fear still lingering threw out my body, giving me an anxious itch.

"I don't know what I am, but I'm not far from you." I respond simply. "We have to start looking eye to eye but you can't take me back to hell just to torture me." He lets go of Meg and she drops onto the ground.

"My dear," He walks in my direction. "I would never take you back to hell for that purpose, I would make you one of the torturers." I almost urged, the thought of it all disgusted me. "Do you know why?" I raise my hand in front of me.

"Because the best torturers never get their hands dirty."

"You were so kick ass," Meg says enthusiastically from the couch she was lid on.
After Crowley submitted, we found a cabin deep in the woods, I warded it while Meg cleaned herself up.

"Not really, it was just something you taught me," I tell her, sitting on the opposite couch.

"Still kick ass, it just makes me look that much better, because, you know, everything you know you learned from me. Even if you can't remember it."

"I remember some." I tell her. "Like I know you were worried because you were afraid I would forget and not know how to deject the demon that's inside me that only comes when Crowley calls,"

"Initially, I was."

"And now?"

"Not so much."

"No?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Because her name is Imandious, she was a cool chick. She'll come on out if I ask her to," Meg says, sitting up stiffly. My brows broaden. "Seriously, she may seem all 'grr I'm going to eat your children" but she is only like that if she is in a life or death situation. Hence the Crowley thing when she killed all those people."

"Okay, so how do you suppose I get her out?" I ask her curiously, not really feeling any better about the whole demon in my body ordeal.

"Well, there are a few ways. None of really any convenience."

"Okay," I say, trying not to press her to much but wanting her to continue.

"I was thinking of going on in there and trying to talk her out from the inside,"

"Wait, you mean-"

"Yes, I mean me possessing you to get Imandious out so you'll be demon free and I can train you without interruptions." All of this new information was coming at me at once and I felt loaded down. I struggled to keep up.

"Train me?" I ask, not being aware of her intentions to 'train' me. She sighs, seemingly annoyed with me being so clueless.

"Yes, so we can help the Winchesters."