I pulled the spell book from the shelf and took a drink of my beer. We had been trying for the last day or two to see if there was a spell somewhere to help get Elly back home. WIth no trace on Jack or Rowena, we didn't have much to go on. And cas was busy trying to figure out if he could find any information on Asmodick. Ketch had been rather quiet about any of it. Hadn't even mentioned anything about us being in hell. It was like it had never even happened.

I flipped the page on the book I was reading and continued down the hall, taking another sip of my beer. I came around the corner and down a few steps towards the table where everyone had been huddled, researching.
"Did anyone find any..." I trailed off as I glanced up from my book. My feet stopped and I couldn't decide if I was supposed to be angry or if the situation was really hilarious. Each of the boys were silent, ignoring the site that was on the table. I glanced around until I met Elly's eyes, they were shining with laughter and she giggled behind the large sleeve of Dean's jacket that she had all but taken over.
She got up from her chair and raced over to me. "Alex, come look! I'm getting better at tying knots. He can't get out." She took my arm and lead me closer to the table where Ketch was laying on his stomach, hogtied with a bright red apple in his mouth. He rolled his eyes with a sigh as I smiled, holding in a laugh.
"How did you hold him down?" I questioned, closing the book I held and placing it on the table. I leaned against the edge, looking over the careful rope work.
"The boys helped me," Elly explained. I glanced around again and could see both of my brother's trying to hide their smiles. "But I did all of the knots. You have to admit that I am getting better."
"You are getting better," I replied with a nod. I reached for the apple and pulled it from his mouth. Ketch closed his mouth and reopened it, stretching out his jaw. "You let them sneak up on you? You're getting a little out of touch Ketch. Your age catching up with you?"
"Come here," he whispered coldly. I leaned down closer to him so that the other's couldn't hear what he was saying. "You better watch yourself love or I am going to make you regret saying those words."
I laughed and put the apple back into his mouth, causing him to give muffled sounds of objection. "Elly, you are absolutely getting better at your knots."
"I knew you would think so!" she said with glee.

I took my seat next to Sam and opened the spell book again, trying to figure out what page I was on. We continued on for a time as if nothing had happened, Ketch still snug in his spot. I felt bad for him but at the same time it was still too funny to let him go. I didn't even want to know how they'd caught him or what he'd been doing that he didn't hear them coming. My brothers weren't the quietest people in the world and Elly was new to all this. She barely knew how to shoot a gun. After another ten minutes or so I spoke up about it.

"Alright guys. Let him go." I said, putting my book down again.

"Aww." Dean and Sam whined together, but a hard look from me made them spur into action and untie Ketch.

Ketch stepped off the table and straightened his clothes before rubbing at his sore wrists. His eyes were an ivy silver as he looked over me. He stepped over, his hand taking the back of my chair, as he leaned in close to me, our faces mere inches apart.

"I am going to keep you tied up all night long and I am going to make sure that you are as humiliated as I am right now." He said in a deep, raspy voice that only I could hear.

I couldn't help myself. I stole a quick kiss before I spoke without thinking. "A little girl humiliated you, Ketch? That's unbecoming." a smile on my face to challenge those dangerous eyes.

He straightened again, and walked away from me and towards the hallway, presumably going to the room we basically shared. I returned my gaze to the table, a stupid grin on my face as I thought about what he meant, and realized that my brothers and Elly were staring at me.

"What?" I said.

"Why do you always have to play with fire like that?" Sam asked.

"Oh, because you never did." I said before fake coughing and throwing in a 'RUBY' while I was. Dean chuckled.

"She's got ya there Sammy." he said, "Although I agree that you shouldn't go too far with that physcopath. We don't need you permanently dying on us."

I laughed it off but shared a knowing look with Elly. "You know we can't die yet Dean. Billy even told you that we're part of a bigger plan that hasn't unfolded yet."

Dean just nodded in acknowledgement as Cas walked into the room.

"He's doing well. Still refusing grace but he seems to be less afraid of this place." Cas said as he came up to the table to stand beside Dean.

"He?" I asked. No one else had come back with us.

"Yes, Gabriel. It seems that Asmodeus had him all along and has been stealing his grace from him slowly." Cas said, matter-of-factly. "He still refuses to talk but I think some progress is being made."

"Wait. Gabe is alive?!" I said, stunned.

"You didn't know?" Sam asked.

"No one bothered to tell me."

"He came back with you and Ketch. It was his way of "making peace" with us. Bringing us an almost useless archangel that will definitely have Asmodeus on our tail as soon as he notices you all missing." Dean said.

"Why wasn't I made aware of this when I came back?"

"We assumed Ketch would've said something about it" Sam said, looking up from his laptop.

"I was…"

"They were busy." Elly chimed in.

"We were not!" I said, laughing and shooting her a playful glare.

"We don't wanna know." the boys said together.

"They did the thing!" Elly exclaimed, fangirling a little.

"You didn't think everything was just scripted right? They actually do some of those things." I said, laughing with my friend.

"Hey! I'm still new to all of this." she said.

"Is any of this really important t the moment?" Cas questioned.

"Why would Ketch not tell you?" Sam added. "I thought you two were close."

My smile dropped a little. I knew he kept secrets from me, as I did from him, but for some reason this stung a little.

"Apparently not as close as I thought," I mumbled. "I'll ask him about it later." I looked over to Cas, who was standing incredibly close to Dean. "If he's using Gabe's grace, then he's weak, right? The same way Lucy was? If we take Gabe back then he'll be more human."

"It is possible," Sam answered, leaning forward in his chair. "It would be risky though. We have no idea how to get to him."

"I'm not even sure I could get to him," Cas muttered. "At least through all of the angel wardings on the cage."

"Ketch could get us in," I offered, wincing as the room fell silent and all eyes turned to me.

"Absolutely not," Dean shot back. "He's already pushing it being here and we're only allowing it because he makes you happy."

"Him working for Asmodeus is already threatening enough," Sam continued on for Dean. "We're on thin ice. We're just waiting for him to give everything away. You know why we can't trust him."

"I'm not asking you to trust him forever. Just long enough for us to get the information we need to get." I said, trying to make a point.

"She has a point." Elly said from her quiet seat, "And I've seen what happens. It may not always be true, but I know you decide to trust him. And I know he proves to be a better man than he seems to be."

"What does she…" Cas started to say.

"I'll explain later, Cas." Dean interrupted him.

"She may have a point but it's not the best one we could possible come up with." Sam said, being the logical one as usual. "There could be other ways, we just need to find them."

"Then you find them, and I'll go find out why something so important was kept from me." I said, agitated that they weren't seeing things the way I was.

I walked away from the table and back towards my room, Elly's calls of my name falling on deaf ears. I didn't feel like talking anymore, so there was no use in listening either.

Instead I barged into my room, catching Ketch cleaning his gun at my desk. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" he asked, not looking away from his toy, his voice chipped.

"That Gabe was alive?" I supplied, folding my arms over my chest.

His hands didn't even pause in their work. "I didn't think it pertinent information to be honest." He opened the chamber and looked inside to make sure the gun was empty before pulling more of it apart.

"He's alive and you don't find it pertinent information to tell me? We've been thinking he's been dead for years. Not to mention he'd be really helpful right now!"

"Is there a point to this?" he questioned, lowering the gun, which he'd put back together, to the desk.

"Yes," I grumbled. "No." I groaned. "I don't know. I'm just pissed. And now you're keeping secrets."

"Dear, that is my job. I don't get upset when you do yours." A snide smile crossed his face, as if he knew he'd just pressed me too far.

"And what exactly is my job Ketch." It wasn't a question.

"You're job is to kill things, things like Asmodeus and I assume things like me." He said, the, now smirk, growing wider across his face.

"Then why haven't I killed you yet?" I said, my arms unfolding as I slid a hand down my side to the knife holstered on the inside of the waistband of my jeans.

"Because you need me." His hand went back to the gun, just gracing over it.

"I wouldn't say that." I said.

Three quick movements and the tip of my knife was against his throat, and his gun was in my face, so close it almost touched my nose.

"Then what would you say?" he questioned, his voice dropping to something deeper, rougher.

"I would say you need me. To keep you alive."

There was silence after that. Neither of us confirming or denying what I'd just said. We just paused there, gun in my face, knife at his throat. I smiled. For some reason we were enjoying this. This little game we'd just created. He could shoot me, but wouldn't and he knew I knew that. I could slice his jugular open, but I wouldn't do that either and he knew that. A crazy thought passed across my mind, and I smiled more.

"Just shoot me already." I said, "It'd be easy."

"What makes you think I won't?" His face grew serious, but his eyes held concern for why I'd say that.

I couldn't help it. I leaned closer to the barrel of the gun, and licked the end of it. Slowly, making sure I kept my eyes glued to his. The taste of the metal washed over my tongue, it tasted like you'd expect, metallic, like blood. I could taste small traces of gunpowder as well, it had a sulfur and charcoal taste to it.

My eyes never left his as the gun returned to the desk, my knife still held at Ketch' throat, but it was a loose hold now and he was able to take it from me, placing it next to the gun. Before I could move another inch, he was standing, a finger against my mouth and hand on my hip.

"We play this my way." was all he said before moving past me, and sliding off his tie.

"You're way?"

"Yes. You listen, I play."

I was stunned, but before I could protest, he'd grabbed hold of my good arm and locked his lips with mine. I moved back as he pushed against me roughly, forcing me towards the bed. When I could feel the edge of it press against my knees, he pulled me close, picking me up just to lay me on my back in the middle of the bed. I went to reach for his face with my good arm, but found I couldn't, as it had been unexpectedly tied to a rung in the headboard, my fingers running over the smooth silk of his tie.

I looked up towards him, he was busy using his belt to carefully tie down my other hand in the same way he'd tied the first, the leather rougher feeling than the silk. So this was his game.

"So what next? Leave me here like I left you on the table earlier?" I said, smirking.

"No. I have something much more fun planned." He said as he left my side to fetch something from a drawer.

I sat patiently as he pulled yet another tie out, rolling it loosely around his hand as he walked back over.

"What's that for?" I asked as he paused at my desk to grab some smaller items I couldn't recognize.

"You'll see." A dangerous smile played across his lips.

When he was close enough to me, he reached towards my ears, placing the smaller objects, what I now knew as some of the ear plugs I used with target practice, into my ears. With that done, and only the sound of my own heart beat being left to hear, the second tie was used to blindfold me, plunging me into darkness.

"This is where my fun really begins." his voice a muffled whisper.

I wanted to ask what he meant but held my tongue, waiting patiently to find out. I didn't have to wait long until something cold ran under my shirt. It was thin and smooth, it's coldness gave away that it was probably metal. He'd grabbed my knife. With one quick, clean motion, I felt the front of my shirt being cut open, the knife coming to rest at the dip between my collarbones. I felt the icy blade trace back down my chest, soft touches, nothing hard enough to cut, or not that I felt.

There were a few seconds after that where I felt nothing save for the cool air in my room. And then the bed dipped slightly to my right and I could feel his fingers at my waist, quickly followed by his lips on my belly. I could feel every little touch. It was a strange feeling to feel even the smallest hairs on my body stood on end as he just barely moved his fingers over my skin. I could feel his breath against my skin as his mouth moved further down until he was kissing along my hip, just above the waistline of my jeans, softly, slowly, letting me feel every little movement and breath. It was going to drive me insane. I twitched my leg, bending it at the knee to push him away, show him I was done with waiting.

Instead of rivinus sex, like I wanted, he simply applied pressure to my leg and forced it back down, now making it nearly impossible to move it again, a silent 'wait'.

"I don't want to wait.." I said.

My speech was met with a hand across my mouth.

"Don't make me get the gag." Ketch' voice was still just a muffled whisper.

I whined at that, and licked his hand, instantly making him remove it from my face. I squirmed as he wiped the wet hand down my front, inviting cold air across the slightly wet area and making me shiver. It even made me gasp. This of course, invited him to lick my chest more. Teasing and playing with my breasts. His rough tongue slid over my nipples, making me arch my back, wanting more.

As he played, his hands worked at my jeans, pulling the button free and unzipping them. His tongue stopped as his fingers graced across the completely lace pair of boyshorts I'd chosen to wear that day. I felt his lips smile against my sternum. It was a dangerous smile, even if I couldn't see it.

He disappeared from my side again, his fingers and lips leaving my still tingly skin, and the weight that told me he was sitting on the edge of my bed vanished as well. I was left with the sound of my breath mixed with my heart beat and nothing else. The fan pushing cool air over my body, causing goosebumps to raise and making me anxious. I wasn't use to this much control being taken from me.

But then my jeans were being stripped from me, and rather quickly, judging by the feeling of small rug burns along my legs where it had been a tight fit. The pressure of another body returned, this time between my legs as his hand forced one to bend at the knee, his lips starting there before traveling down to my inner thigh. Tender kisses, small nips, anything to make me whine for more. I was sure he could see how much I wanted him by now, how much he was driving me crazy.

His lips left my thigh, his hand moving to replace them. Stroking my thigh, softly, as he began to kiss along the waistline of the boyshorts. Small butterfly kisses, normally I'd barely be able to feel them, but with heightened senses each one was like an ice cube. A small, pin prick of tingles. Enough to make me shiver after each one. This was a new kind of torture.

But it only got more interesting(?). Quick enough that I almost didn't feel it, and wouldn't have if my senses weren't in overdrive, there was an actual pin prick in my side. A small needle, one used for administering vaccines or other drugs, pushed into my skin and injected me with something before it was removed.

"What was…?" I didn't have to finish the question.

In seconds I felt a familiar burning sensation. One I hadn't felt in little over a week. One that started as a nice warming sensation and within seconds, transformed into a full burning fire, the worst of it around the site of injection.

"You bastard." I gasped as the pain flooded over me.

Ketch began to remove the sensory restraints he'd put on me, starting with the blindfold, smiling, chuckling even, as he saw the agitation that was undoubtedly showing in my eyes. Next were the ear plugs, which popped out of my ears gently, almost silently.

"There's no need for such mean words, love." He said, his hands running down my sides, letting the pain in the areas he touched subside.

A sigh escaped my lips in relief as my body could relax slightly. But this was different, the pain subsided, but only in the areas he touched, every other area of my body still felt the burning pain. This was new.

"You changed something." I said, gasping as he moved his fingers to a different place, sending cold shocks along me with each touch.

"Yes." The was my only answer.

His lips found my belly button again, kissing just below it as his hands traced along my inner thighs, teasing me. Always being ever so close to what I wanted but never close enough to please me. He teased me over and over again, just barely touching, just the smallest bit of what I really wanted, until he moved away again. Moved away to strip me of that last piece of clothing and to remove the restraints on my wrists, the ones I was white knuckling as the pain surged through me. As soon as they were gone I made me move, pinning him to the other end of the bed in one quick and precise move. He never saw it coming.

I made quick work of his clothes, striping him with out thinking, barely even needed his help. I hungrily kissed his neck, leaving hickies and small bite marks, all the. while playing with him as he'd played with me. Teasing, light touches. Small, innocent strokes. Until we were both crazy with lust for one another. Until he couldn't take any more of my teasing and slammed inside me.

Thrust after thrust I rode him, moaning, praising, my hurt shoulder and the painful drug forgotten in the adrenaline of the moment. He pulled me closer, pushing deeper inside, making me yell out his name in praise. We were like ravenous, love lost animals.

Soon, it was over as quickly as it had begun. With several final thrusts we climaxed together. Panting, we laid there, riding out the last of the adrenaline as it drained from us. I rolled off of him as I began to feel the pain in my shoulder again, the rest of the pain from the drug having worn off, or I had sweat it out. Either way I popped a few pulls in my mouth and stared at my lover, his arms folded behind his head and one leg bent up at the knee, a smile on his face.

"We should do that again." I said, after I'd swallowed the meds.

"Should we?" He asked, his voice still deep and gravely.

"Ya. I liked your game."