Axel hadn't meant to get as far away from the bunker as she did, but she was angry and she was just walking until she was deep into the wooded area. She wasn't exactly sure where she was when she dropped down on the ground, her back up against a tree, and buried her head in her hands. Bubble was laying alongside her, and the two stayed there for a long while… Actually, Axel wasn't sure just how long they were there before Bubble started growling. That's what got Axel's attention and she looked up to see the same man in the dark clothes.

"Hello Darling. Long time no see," he said in that chilling accent that had haunted her dreams for years. Bubble was on her feet, growling at the man and standing protectively in front of Axel. "Hello puppy," the man smiled at the dog and offered his hand out to be sniffed and was immediately bitten, "Bad doggy," he shook his head and with a snap of his bloodied fingers there was a sickening crack and the dog was laying completely still on the ground.

"No!" Axel screaming, launching herself forward so she was hovering over her lifeless dog, "What did you do?"

"Don't worry, she's just sleeping."

"She's dead!" Axel screamed back at the man, jumping to her feet and raising her injured arm to punch him, however she didn't get a chance because he grabbed her arm and twisted it painfully to get a look at it, causing the girl to let out a scream of pain, "Let go of me!"

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you."

"You killed my dog!"

"She bit me first," he reasoned, still holding onto her arm with one hand before pulling a small bag out of his pocket and sprinkling some dust on her wound, "Tui Gratia Jovis Gratia Sit Cura!"

There was a sharp, but short pain in her arm and in an instant the gash and the stitches had disappeared and she ripped her arm away from him, "What the hell did you do?"

"Just a touch of magic, Love."

Axel took a step back from him, "Who are you?"

"The name's Crowley."

"You're not real," she stated, "I must be asleep."

"Like last time when you tried to shoot me? No, I'm real this time. Promise."

"What do you want?"

"I want to help you."

Axel was silent, still staring at him.

"You're miserable, your family is miserable. However, they weren't before you came back. Before you came back they were happy. They were actually a family."

"What are you saying?" Axel replied, looking down at her feet.

"Oh love, you know what I'm saying. You're making your family miserable. They were doing a lot better before you came along and wrecked it all."

Axel had her arms wrapped around herself, "I know," she said softly, sinking back down on the ground, her back up against a tree, "I ruined everything.

Crowley squatted down in front of her, "You know they would all be better off if you weren't around, don't you?"

Slowly she looked up at him, "I know," she nodded shakily.

"If you weren't around they could be happy again. You're a smart girl, you know what you should do, right?"

"Kill myself."

Crowley scoffed, "No, no darling. Nothing like that. Why don't you come with me?"

"I don't even know you."

"But we're family."

Axel looked up at him and crinkled her brow.

"You don't know this, but I'm sort of like your step-father."

"Huh?"

"I'm married to your mother."

"Kristen?" she questioned, "She didn't mention you."

Crowley couldn't help but to laugh, "No, your biological mother."

"She didn't mention you either."

"Of course not. She wants to pretend like I'm not real. She wants to pretend like it's before when you didn't exist, when it was just her and those Winchester brothers. Which is why you should come with me, because I don't want to pretend like you don't exist. Never have, that's why I've been keeping an eye on you, that's why I've been talking to you through your dreams."

Axel nodded slowly, "Are you an angel?"

Crowley let out a laugh, "Not quite darling. But as I said, I'm looking out for you. And unlike the rest of your family I actually want you around. So what do you say? Do you want to come with me? As I said, your family will be happier," he offered out his hand.

Axel looked from her dead dog laying just a few feet from her and then to the man squatting right in front of her and she took his hand. And in an instant they were somewhere else. It was dark, but not pitch black or anything. Crowley was still standing at her side and she flinched when she spotted a man walking down the long corridor, his eyes were pitch black. Now, Axel hadn't really been around too much of the supernatural, but she knew enough to know that black eyes meant a demon. "Crowley," she whispered softly, clinging to him, "That's a demon."

He gave her a look but put an arm around her as he led her down the corridor to a large set of doors, "I know, love. Everyone here is a demon… Well, and tortured souls, but you shouldn't see any of those," with a flick of his wrist the set of doors blew open to reveal a very royal looking bedroom and he ushered Axel inside, shutting the door behind them, "I want you to stay in here," he stated, "Do not, under any circumstances leave. I will have one of my subjects bring you something to eat. If you need anything else let them know, but do not leave. It is not safe."

Axel narrowed her eyes at him, "Subjects?"

"Yes, darling. I am the King."

"I-I want to go home," she announced, "I don't want to be here."

Crowley laughed softly, "You don't need to worry. I will keep you safe."

"I don't care," she barked, "I want to go home."

"To what? A fake father who wants nothing to do with you and a real mother who doesn't even like you?"

It wasn't Sam or Imogen or even Kristen who were the first to worry about Axel's whereabouts. It was Dean. Of course it was Dean. He cared more about her than he did his damn self. He cared more about everyone than he did about himself, but that's not really the point. So when she wasn't back after ten minutes he started to panic, but at Sam's insistence (something the younger brother would later come to regret) he waited an hour before the four of them went to search for the girl.

"It's gonna get dark soon. We should split up," Dean announced when they were all standing outside of the bunker, "Em, you're with me," he motioned to his sister to follow him into the woods.

Kristen looked to Sam, "Guess I'm with you."

Sam nodded and the two headed in the opposite direction.

"Think she went far?" Kristen questioned, "She's really not one to take off."

"Nah," Sam shook his head, "I think that she's hiding out somewhere to get back at Dean. Everything this girl is doing is to get back at Dean for … I don't know, lying to her her whole life, uprooting her not only once but twice. It's been a damn nightmare here am I'm glad you're here to … I don't know, help even things out."

"I'm glad I'm here too," Kristen agreed, "I just wish I had known how bad things had gotten. I would have been here sooner."

"I didn't even know how bad things were," Sam admitted, "I've kinda been gone a bit and I didn't realize until the other night when she wrecked the Impala."

"What did happen there?" Kristen questioned as the two were walking through the forest, searching for the girl, "You were pretty vague on the phone."

Sam sighed and shook his head, "I really don't know. I was coming back from a hunt and she called me to come and get her, thank god I was almost home so I picked her up, she was really messed up. It was bad. I took her back to the bunker and fixed her up and I tried to take the rap for her because I thought she was already dealing with enough but Dean figured it out and yeah. Hasn't been great."

"I can see that," Kristen agreed and the two continued their search.

"Axel!" Dean's voice boomed through the trees, "Axel where the hell are you?"

Imogen sighed, "Maybe if you call the dog?" she suggested.

"Bubble!" Dean called even louder, "Jesus, I can't believe she took the hell off. She's gonna get lost or eaten by a damn coyote or something. It's almost dark."

"I know, Dean," Imogen groaned, "But I don't know, maybe if you hadn't called her a dumbass she wouldn't have felt the need to take off."

"I didn't call her a dumbass," he muttered, looking back and forth between the trees.

"No, that's true. You called her an idiot. Not any better."

"Well she was acting like one. Who the hell gets drunk and gets behind the wheel?"

"You," Imogen snapped, "More times than I can count growing up. You just got lucky because you never wrecked the damn car when you were drunk."

"Look. I don't need you lecture. Already got enough of it inside. Now help me look for your damn kid."

"You raised her," Imogen mumbled before her eye caught on to something and a chill ran through her body, "Oh no," she breathed, breaking off from Dean and running over to the spotted dog laying in the grass. She dropped to her knees and lay her hand on the animal, "Dean!" she called her brother over.

Dean headed over to her and cursed softly when she saw the dog, "What happened?" he flinched when a foul odor met his nose.

"I don't know," Imogen replied, rubbing her head that had just started to ache.

"Wait," Dean bent down and noticed a bright yellow powder on the dog and the smell made sense, "That look like sulfur to you?"

Imogen groaned rocking back so that she was sitting in the dirt, "No, no, no," now there was a white, hot pain searing into her brain.

"Em," Dean turned to his sister, "What's going on?"

Everything was dark, everything, and then suddenly it wasn't. Imogen could see herself completely and totally, but there was nothing other than her until there was Crowley.

"Hello my queen."

Imogen narrowed her eyes at the man, "What did you do with my daughter?"

"I stuck to our plan," Crowley explained, "You were supposed to grab her and bring her back, we were supposed to be a family. I'm just making sure that still happens."

"No!" Imogen barked, shaking her head, "I don't want to be with you. I don't want Axel being with you. I want you to give her back to me now."

"I tell you what," Crowley said with a smile, "You come to hell and you can be with her. As you know, I can't force you to come. But if you do come of your own free will then you can be with her."

But then she was being shaken and she opened her eyes to see her brother right there. "Are you okay?" he demanded loudly.

Imogen blinked a few times before being able to focus on Dean, "It's Crowley," she stated, letting Dean help her to her feet, "He's got her."

"Yeah," Dean said with a nod, "I kinda figured that one out."

"We need to get back," she cleared her throat, "Find Sam and Kristen."

"Okay, you're right," he slowly bent down and lifted the dead dog into his arms.

"What are you doing?" his sister asked.

"Something tells me Bubble died protecting our kid," he stated, "I'm not just gonna leave her out here."

Imogen nodded and pulled her phone out of her pocket, dialing Sam's number, "Hey, get back to the bunker ASAP," she barked into the device when he brother picked up, and hung up before he had the chance to ask any other questions and she was running and Dean was moving as fast as he could while still carrying the dog.

It was less than ten minutes later when they were all meeting back up.

"What's going on?" Sam asked before spotting Dean carrying the dog, "What the hell happened? Where's Axel?"

"Crowley has her," Imogen replied.

"What happened to the dog?" Kristen demanded.

"I don't know for sure," Dean said, slowly lowering her down onto the ground, "I think she was trying to protect Axel. She died like a hunter, she deserves to go out like one."

"You're gonna burn her?" Sam questioned, "It's not like dogs come back and haunt people."

Dean glared at his brother, "I didn't ask for your help or you opinions, but thanks for the support Sam."

"I'm just saying we should really be finding Axel, we don't have time for this right now."

"Yeah," Dean nodded, "We should. So why don't you guys get on that while I take care of this."

Sam let out a breath of frustration, "Fine. I'm gonna call Cas."

Dean narrowed his eyes at the man, "What? Why?"

"We need all the help we can get. Cas is an angel, he's got a better chance of finding her than anyone else. It's a no-brainer."

Imogen nodded, "I agree."

Dean picked the dog back up and walked off without another word.

Sam sighed and shook his head before turning to Imogen, "Can you call him?" he questioned,
"He always liked you and Dean better."

Imogen nodded and closed her eyes, "Cas, it's me… We need your help. Crowley's got Axel."

There was a rush of air and Castiel appeared before all of them, "What's going on?" he demanded sternly.