You guys don't even want to know about the passed few weeks I've been having. It's all soap-opera dramatic in addition to a lot of physical pain. Sorry this is so late.

A distint feeling of nausea set in as I looked around the room, on which Bobby had drawn multiple devil's traps. There were three alone on the floor, hidden underneat various parts of the rug, and on a black mat between the two queen-sized beds was the only symbol that mattered in the immeidate moment – the mark of Astaroth, used to summon Pruslas, or any other lowlife demon who worked for Astaroth.

Ruby, Sam, and Bobby all stood on the far sides of the black mat, and I joined them by taking a few steps forward and kneeling to grab Phantom's collar, "Are you guys going to need me for this?" The three of them looked at each other quickly, as if they had been expecting but not hoping for this question. We'd yet to iron out the details.

"Uh, well, yeah, we actually are." Sam finally spoke up. Great, any way I can help. Honestly, I always trust the work I do more than I trust anyone else's. "We need you to pretend to... want Pruslas."

My eyebrow arched as my mind flipped around what he said a few times, "Want Pruslas... for wh-" My voice broke off, and my reaction to the plan was immediate, "No, no."

"You're the only one, Princess. He'll know I'm a demon, Sam's the Benedict Arnold of the demon world, and Bobby wouldn't have a reason to call him." Ruby glared at me, "That leaves you."

Ruby's hip jutted out, her right hand placed precariously on it, and I mimicked her position unconciously, "Bobby can lie just as well as I can – if anything, he's more likely to recognize me for a Slayer."

"A Slayer with an urge to rebel," Sam said, as if he were reminding me of the perscribed role.

I rolled my eyes, "Either you've been hanging out with Dean and Dean's been watching too much porn, or you've just been watching too much porn, Sam." Sam would've blushed if the situation hadn't been so dire, and I glared at them, "I'm more recognizable than Bobby – demons can't sense a hunter's presence, but my Slayer mojo radiates off me like... fresh baked cookies."

Bad analogy, but the only other thing that came to mind were rotten eggs and I am not a rotten egg.

"This room reeks of you – if you aren't in here, he'll know something is up before we've even gotten started." Ruby arched an eyebrow, "Trust me, you're very potent."

Oh, if I could kill her.

I sighed, turning physically away from the group as I wandered through the options; Bobby or me. Bobby's getting up there and doesn't have the reflexes he used to. I'm a Slayer. God, responsibility sucks.

I turned to them quickly, my lips pursed and almost yanking Phantom of the ground in the movement, "Alright, I'll do it. How does the ceremony work?"

At once, Sam and Bobby stepped back to start to set things up while Ruby stepped forward to lecture me. "Now, Princess, the good thing about this is that when demons think they're going to get something they want, they'll come to any language. You can speak in English."

I sneered at her, pleased with the idea that I wouldn't ever have to see her again after this, "I know Latin, dumbass."

"You're going to want to do all this in the right order, so he knows you're ready for business; he will know it's you before you're finished calling him, and even if you're... more talented at all things supernatural does not mean that he can't get off the hook if you make the tiniest mistake. Most of all, just be appealing; he if doesn't want to come, he's powerful enough to cause some... damage if you keep trying."

On that note, Ruby flipped a knife out of her back pocket, handing it to me blade down, "And if he comes and things start to go South, stick him."

"Do you want the colt instead, Carrie," Sam questioned from the opposite side of the room, where he was digging through some drawers and pulled out a bag of what looked like marijuana, but was probably some nameless herb that only grows on the southside of a highway in Africa it's so obscure.

"No, no," I paused, "I'd rather just use Brady."

"Your pocket knife can't kill a demon, Carrie – take Ruby's knife." Bobby ordered absent-mindedly. Ruby still stood there, barely having moved, her arms outstretched.

"Just keep in mind that you want to rebel; really, that's all we are – a bunch of rebels," Ruby offered, for the first time sounding genuine as I reached out and took her knife, sliding it up the sleeve of my jacket carefully, "All you need to do is sit South of the map and just keep repeating 'Pruslas, I entreat thee to me.'"

I raised a careful eyebrow, "Pruslas, I entreat thee to me?"

Ruby glared, "Just because he's powerful doesn't mean his way of being summoned is any more special." She continued, obviously annoyed at my interuption, "Just concentrate very hard on him appearing, and be as genuine as you can. Don't think anything about Dean or the deal – when you open up to him he can read your mind."

"Good luck, kid," Bobby muttered as he slid passed me, towards the bathroom.

Sam followed him as Ruby pushed roughly passed me, "Dont mess this up, Princess." Sam sighed as he leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, Bobby's butt visible as he leaned over to fill up buckets of holy water in preparation.

Ruby slammed the door to the outside behind her, and I sighed, deflated. South, I mentally prepared myself as I looked at the ground, "Sam, which way is South?"

"Sit on what's usually my bed," Sam offered, still leaning against the doorframe. I nodded, sitting and whispering the words to myself in case I forgot them. Sam's eyes crinkled at the corner, and he added as an afterthought, "Thanks for doing this, Carrie. I know you're... you're dealing with a lot for Dean."

With a shock, I raised my eyes to Sam's, left essentially speechless. I finally sputtered it out, "This is what we're meant to do, right? Give up our lives to ungrateful slobs who would put us in jail as soon as look at us because of all the things we've done to people who are actuallly people? It's just... our curse."

I shrugged, and Sam nodded like he actually got what I was saying, but I couldn't help but fight the feeling he did. He could get out, he had gotten out. Dean would understand, if he was here – he was obsessed with the job 'til his dying day; he couldn't get out.

I swallowed as Sam turned, closing the door behind him as Phantom jingled in, inherently understanding he shouldn't be in the room. I sat cross-legged on the edge of what-would-be-Sam's bed and tried to forget the fact that the bed I was looking at would usually contain a few beer bottles and Dean. It feels like forever since I've seen Dean.

I'm a rebel, I forced myself to think, my eyes clasped in concentration. It was like meditating, only more frustrating, and after a few minutes I decided that I either had it or I was going to lose my concentration if I kept it up much longer. And so I started to chant, feeling like a total idiot.

I chanted the phrase exactly three and a half times before the walls started to shake rebelliously. I shouted louder over the clattering of pictures against the walls and the TV rumbling on the wardrobe. And with a black of smoke that made me cough, Pruslas arrived.

I nearly hacked up a lung as I fell onto my side, hugging myself and trying to expel the smoke from my body. Over my death-via-asphixiation, I heard an amuesd laugh, "Well, Miss Adair, never thought you'd be knocking on my door."

The accent was distinctly Cockney and of medium tone. It would've been pleasant to listen to, if I had the courage to open my eyes. I didn't know what to expect – did he have to have a human host when he was so powerful? Did he even need to bother with a body, or would I be trying to seduce a big, black, fallus-shaped cloud?

When the coughing stopped and I could actually open my eyes, I found a very normal looking human body – Pruslas wore a leather motorcycle jacket left open, revealing a white wife beater clinging to his toned body. The 'I-maybe-care' look was completed with loose, low-riding jeans, held up by a studded belt, and motorcycle boots. His hair was painfully blonde and his eyes were narrow and purely red as he took in the sight of me.

He smirked, his lip twitching into the position and was never completely still once he'd manage to force it up there. Lord knows why he can't control his own lips, but he spoke again, "What would a Slayer like you want with a boy like me?"

Oh, right, I'm supposed to want him to do me. For rebellion's sake. God, I'm bad at acting. This is the worst idea ever. "Oh," I responded, feigning coyness in hopes of actually pulling this off, "I was just... thinking."

Pruslas continued to be skeptical, which I took as a sign that I was doing something wrong, "What were you thinking about?"

I pouted; I once caught one of my brothers watching the beginnings of porn, and the girl pouted. Maybe Pruslas can take a hint. I wonder which Devil's Trap I can trick him into... wait, hold on, where are the devil's traps? Oh shit... right; in front of the TV; in front of the bathroom; in front of Sam's bed. Alright, I can do this. Just breathe and don't punch him.

Pruslas' eyebrow raised questioningly at my jutted-out lip, and I quickly pulled it back into a smirk, "About... life." Vague – is that good or bad?

"What do you want from me Slayer?" Oh shit, he's catching on. I'd better get on this situation.

The door handle to the bathroom jiggled, and I attempted to cover the noise with a whine before standing and pushing my hands into Pruslas' firm chest. He took a step back, and I smiled at the realization that he wasn't actually completely wise to me... yet. "I was thinking about.. my life," I offered, confident at my discovery. Three more steps.

"Still don't see how this applies at all to me, sweet pea," Pruslas smirked down at me as I took another step forward, his accent making him sound almost like Landon. No, wait, I'm not going to go there...

"My life is just so horribly... boring, lately," I pouted again. I pushed at his chest, but this time he was prepared for it. He smirked as he caught my hands against his chest, obviously more than fooled, if not a little too excited at this prospect.

I pulled my hands from his grasp and tried to figure out another way to get him to take even just one more step back; where exactly was the Devil's Trap? Pruslas let out a nearly inaudible hiss, "Sweet, I'm not quite sure if you understand what you're getting yourself into."

I froze for a second at all the implicit meanings, how much that sentence really meant. There wasn't any turning back – I was about to trap a very lustful demon via seduction and use his freedom as ransom for information to go kill a demon that very much wanted both Sam and Dean dead, and very well could kill either of them at his will. But the way Pruslas says it – it's almost like he thinks I've got a chance. Like I could say no to any of this. I can't though.

And so I took a slight running leap and landed just next to the TV on the waist-high bureau, smirking and beckoning him with my right index finger. Pruslas, for that one second he stepped forward, was overjoyed. But at that moment his foot crossed the threshold, his face changed and he visibly shivered, motion forcing him to take the next two steps forward.

His being caught taken care of, I pulled the knife out of my back pocket and held it easily as I pressed the length of the blade against his neck. Pruslas grinned down at me, his smirk sick and his gaze leering as he froze against the cold feeling of steel, "I was wondering why you had a knife; I just thought you were kinky."

I grimaced as Sam and Bobby barged in, Ruby carefully kicking the door open and stepping around the devil's trap in front of Sam's bed to sit down. Pruslas turned and they made eye contact, Pruslas' smirk falling, "Who are you all?" Pruslas' neck snapped towards Bobby and Sam, and Pruslas grinned, "Oh... I get it. Sam Winchester – if you just aren't the talk of the town."

Sam grimaced, his fist clenched around the colt. Pruslas turned, still smiling, "And that must make you Ruby; displeasure to make your acquaintance."

"I wouldn't be moving your neck so much if I were you – you look all too pretty alive with the knife of Micheal pressed against your neck." Pruslas' eyes dimmed before fading to a natural color – a goldish brown that darkned towards his pupils.

"Tell us about your boss and we'll let you go free," I interupted – I'm not in the mood to see a demon verbal-smack-down. I pushed the knife just the slightest bit into his neck, "And trust me – I can send you back to Hell before you get out of that body."

Pruslas raised an eyebrow at me, his hands flying up in hopefully-not-fake submission as he simultaneously took a step back, "Who would dream of leaving this body?" He winked at me, his smirk almost permanently engraved on his hollow cheeks, "What do you want to know?"

"How do we get Dean out of his deal," Sam questioned immediately. Pruslas laughed openly as he sat in the middle of the circle. I prefered my perch above him – I have a good view of everything and anything he might try to do.

"That's easy – you kill him. Break the circle?"

"Not so fast, loverdemon," Ruby spat back, "How do we kill him?"

Pruslas rolled his eyes, "Can't be done."

"Anything can be killed," I interjected; Bobby sighed, but nodded in agreement half-heartedly.

Pruslas smirked as he looked back at me over his shoulder, "Shows how much you all know – nothing ever dies, least of all demons."

"What do you mean nothing ever dies," Bobby questioned roughly, his eyes narrowing in obviously fake belief. "Everything dies, 'cept you damn immortal pieces of-"

Pruslas cut him off with a few short 'tsks' and rolled his eyes at us all, "Souls can be forced out of their bodies, and most then desend or assend, but there is no actually killing them; it's impossible. Now did you all get that, kiddies, or are should I go over that again, slower?"

Everyone fell into a deathly silence, looking between each other helplessly. That's that; Dean can't be saved – he's going to Hell. Everything has been in vain; the research, the late nights, the praying... nothing worked. As if sensing that it was alright now, Phantom started to howl and bay at Pruslas, like we didn't know he was a demon. But we all knew; suddenly, everything was very clear.