Minutes passed before I heard the motel room door open. And then I felt her hand on my shoulder and watched out of the corner of my eye as she sat next to me.

"El, I'm so sorry. I….I forgot…" I kept my head down, not wanting to look her in the eyes.

"He's losing a lot of blood. We should take him to the hospital." I couldn't decide if she was choosing to ignore me or just hadn't heard for some reason. But I couldn't bring myself to look up at her to know.

"Why?" I asked, emotions leaving me, "We're going to kill him anyway."

"We need him to tell us where to reach the leader. We can't do that if he's dead. And he's passed out so I can't ask." She sighed. "I stopped the flow as best as I could."

So she had ignored me, great. "I can heal him."

"Then hop to it," she replied, leaning over and kissing my cheek. "Thank you for apologizing." She got to her feet and I listened to her go back into the motel room.

I sat there for a few more seconds, stunned. And then I started to laugh. She had gotten good at masking her emotions. I was proud of her.

I stood and went to the door, pushing it open and walking slowly up to the unconscious body. I put a hand on his shoulder, feeling the edge of a towel wrapped around it. Elly must have tied it there to stop the bleeding. I sighed and took a step back, snapping my fingers to instantly heal the man.

"He should wake up once his blood supply regenerates."

"We need to clean the room. Do you have stuff in your car?" Elly asked, coming to stand beside me.

"Ya, there's some cleaning materials in the trunk." I walked to a bed and sat on the edge of it, "Should be borax, bleach and a few rags. You know he wasn't going to die, right?"

"Yep." She went to the door. "But you needed to fix what you did."

I laughed. "I don't know if I should be mad or proud."

"I'd take the proud." She left the room, closing the door behind her as she went to get the cleaners.

I couldn't help but smile.

It took us about twenty minutes to clean up the blood off of the floor and chair. But it did waste time before the monster woke up again. He began to stir as I threw the last rag into the bag to be cleaned when we got back.

I stepped closer to him and pushed his head up so I could see his face better. He was no longer ghostly pale, the color having returned to his cheeks. "Come on," I muttered, patting his cheek a few times. He groaned. "There we are. Rise and shine. We have some more questions."

His eyes widened at this and he looked to Elly, who had obviously been the kinder one out of the two of us. "Please don't let her hurt me." He whimpered.

"She won't hurt you," Elly assured. "Right?" It was directed at me.

"As long as you answer the questions we have." I said, "Now." I put a hand on the shoulder I'd dug the hook into, "Who is the leader?"

"He's the third body we took over. His name's Chris."

"Chris…" I thought for a second, "Is there a Chris in the files, El?"

She stepped towards her bag that was in the corner and began digging through it until she pulled out a folder and handed it to me. I opened it up and began to skim through it. "The dead one isn't named Chris," Elly explained. "But that's the third body they found."

"Not the body," the ghoul clarified. "Our leader. His name is Chris."

"And he's the one who came up with everything?" I questioned, turning to a new page in the file.

"Yes. Won't tell any of us."

"You're going to take us to him."

"And if I don't?"

Elly stepped forward and rested her elbow on my shoulder, using me for balance. "Because if you don't then I will take over the torture aspect. And you do not want to know what Lucifer has taught me."

"Ok, ok," he said quickly.

Elly pushed herself off of me and I turned towards her, whispering, "What did he teach you?"

"I mostly know how to tie knots for pleasure," she replied back in a soft voice. "Like he would ever teach me anything torture related."

"And I thought I was kinky." I said, smirking at her.

It was late. Maybe 3am. I wasn't sure. Elly sat in the passenger seat of my car, both of us silent as we watched and waited for something to happen.

"You sure this is the place they were supposed to show?"

"I'll kill him myself if not," Elly grumbled, again dropping the magazine from her gun and shoving it back in boredly.

"Maybe we're just early." I said, picking my nails with the end of my knife.

I looked up as her hand hit my arm, making my knife jump and nick my finger. I put my finger in my mouth, the metallic tang of my blood bathing my tongue, and looked over at her darkly, but her attention was focused outside of the window where there was finally movement. I looked to where she was looking and saw two figures move from a tree line about a yard away. They were hunched over and wore hoods so we couldn't see their faces, but there was no doubt they were who we were waiting for.

"We should wait for the others." I said, popping my finger out of my mouth.

"I don't like waiting," she grumbled, falling back into her seat and slumping down and began playing with her gun again.

I looked over her, the way she was impatient reminded me of my first real hunt. "You know I was the same way once." I smiled, watching the tree line as I talked.

She snorted. "I'm sure."

"I mean it El. I couldn't wait to get out there. Dean was threatening to knock me out if I didn't sit still." I laughed, "I almost got us killed because I rushed in."

"Dean's a party pooper." She sat up again at another figure moving in the direction the others went. "And we don't know if fake Jeffery is going to tell them that we're here or not."

"Obviously he hasn't." I sat up as well, "They would've swarmed us by now if he did." I turned to her and touched her shoulder, "I'm serious about this, El. I could've gotten us both killed that night and I would rather not get you killed tonight because you're so eager to just kill something. Please just be patient."

"This isn't my first hunt Alex." She paused for a moment and my eyebrows rose. Her voice dropped to a grumble. "Fine. I might have gotten Lucy and I in some tough spots."

"That's one point for me." I chuckled, "And another good reason to wait is that we don't know how many are waiting in the tree line. It could be an ambush if we go now."

"He said there were only seven of them. I can drop seven easily." She cocked her gun to make a show of it, side smiling at me.

"Uh huh." I sighed, "Look. We've already seen six including Jeff. That leaves one more to wait for. I'm sure you can wait a few more minutes before going in guns blazing."

"When did you get serious?" she questioned. "I was teasing." She uncocked the gun and lowered it into her lap.

"I got serious after I died saving you." I said, "But now I've come back as an irresistible demon babe." I smirked at her, attempting to lighten the mood I'd accidentally created.

She again sat up in her chair, slowly, eyes on me. "I-I..." She looked like she was trying to shrink away from me. "I.."

My smirk fell. Had I said something wrong? "Sorry, El." I said quickly. I went to apologize more but thankfully another figure walked down the road and disappeared around the corner like all the others had. "Oh thank god," I muttered, "Let's go."

"I'll catch up with you," she whispered, looking away from me.

I nodded and left the car. I held my knife at the ready and slunk over to the edge of the building everyone had disappeared behind. As I got closer I began to hear voices, they were whispering about something.

"You did what?!" One of them said, it was hard to tell if they were male or female.

"They were holding me hostage! What was I supposed to do?!" That was Jeffery. The son of a bitch had told them. That wasn't good.

"Great, so now we have hunters after us that know where to find us?" This voice was definitely male.

"That's the thing." Jeffery again, "I led them right to us, and there are more of us than them."

Shit, shit, shit. This punk was gonna rat us out to all of these ghouls and then have them ambush us. I felt a small ball of anger beginning to grow in me, I wish I would've killed him after he'd told us where they were going to meet. I should've killed him. We'd gotten all the info we needed out of him. There had been no reason to spare him.

"How many of them are there?"

"There's only two of them," Jeffery answered. "They're both girls. We can easily take them."

"They jumped you."

Girls? I almost wanted to save him for last now so he could see how girls could wipe his group out completely. It wouldn't be hard. Especially if they were all like him.

"They had vamptonite. It was a lucky shot."

"Do you not hear yourself?" This must have been Chris. His voice was rising the same way his temper was. "Do you know how fucking rare vamptonite is? They're not just normal hunters. You know who they are." There was a crack that sounded like a punch. There was a moan and the sound of spitting.

"One said she was Lucifer's girlfriend." There was more spitting. "But that's the most fucking ridiculous thing I'd ever heard. It's not true."

"And the other?"

"Winchester."

I took that as my time to come around the corner. "Ya, the dead one." I said, standing with knife ready, "Oh ya." I let my eyes change, "And she doesn't like snitches."

There was a rush of footsteps behind me and it was easy enough to step out of the way, using the man's extra momentum against him. My hands helped shove him to the ground. This was too easy. Maybe I didn't need Elly's help after all. Her moody ass could stay in the car for all I cared.

I moved my knife to my dominant hand and threw it. There was a clink as the blade met with the floor. But I hadn't missed. I stepped towards the body that now lay on the ground, blood pooling across the concrete floor. My boot took to his face as I bent down and used the extra leverage to pull the knife from his skull. There was a sickening suction sound as the blade came free. I looked over it and could see that I had snapped the tip of the knife when it had embedded itself into the ground.

"Next?" I asked, a little bored. This was easier than I thought it would have been. Where was the fun in that? I wanted a challenge. I wanted to feel the edge of pain, the rush of blood, the excitement of the fight. I looked around at the six that still stood around, now more weary and with their own weapons in hand. Knives mostly. "No takers?"

There was a crackle and a rush of air by me ear and something slick trickled down my face. I raised a finger to my cheek and wiped it across, confused when it came back cover in slick blood. I glanced behind me and could see a bullet hole chipped into the concrete wall.

A smile came to my lips and I laughed. This would be fun now.

I picked the one closest to me and again threw my knife. It easily snatched up the fabric of her shirt sleeve and pinned her to large wooden crate. I raced over and grabbed the knife that had clattered to the floor.

In the corner of my eyes I could see someone approaching. In a single swift movement, I dragged the blade of the knife across the back of their ankle. The man's body crumbled to the ground giving me enough time to return to the woman who was desperately trying to rip my knife from the crate.

I raised the new knife in my hand over my head and brought it down and into the top of her head. Blood splattered across my face and a shot of joy went through me as she twitched and squirmed before falling stil, eyes wide open and lifeless.

I took my knife and pulled it from the wood it was embedded in, letting another body join the pile. I turned back to the man that was trying to crawl across the floor. His achilles tendon was severed. He would never walk again. Not that I was planning on letting him live much longer.

A bright white light exploded from somewhere behind my eyes. Pain came in all directions to assault my head. There was a ringing in my ears and the white faded into a deep black.

There was a glowing light that slowly got brighter the further I was pulled from the darkness. I felt like a prisoner in the pain that was in my own head. There were colorful spots among the soft orange glow I had woken to, making me crave darkness.

I was finally able to force my eyes open, though I couldn't hear anything over the ringing that still lingered in my ears. Fire was alight and burning brightly in a circle around me and all I could think was that they had somehow set a holy fire around me. Beyond the fire was a thick line of salt, stark against the concrete floor.

I sat up and groaned, the pain still prominent in the front of my head. I put my head in my hands and rubbed my eyes. What the fuck had happened? I had dropped two ghouls and had gone for a third and then….nothing. I didn't remember anything but pain. But there was this feeling in my gut that left me uneasy. What was I forgetting? Why did I feel like I was forgetting something? What..Elly! I pushed myself to standing, immediately putting a hand to my head and and closing my eyes as the pain increased momentarily.

"Elly!" I yelled out, eyes still closed tight.

"Shut up." It was that voice from earlier. Caleb or something. Fuck. My knees gave way and I dropped to the floor with a groan, both hands going to my head trying to hold it together before it split in two. "Who knew demons were so easy to take out? Something as simple as iron knocks you for a loop."

"E-Elly." I wanted to scream the name, but it barely left me in a breath of air.

"We searched the whole warehouse and surrounding area. There was no one else."

I pushed my head up so I could look out over the room again. Four stood beyond the flames, wavering in and out of view. I wished I knew if that was from the spinning of my head or if it was from the heat rising off of the flames. Where was the fifth? Not that it mattered. He wasn't moving much of anywhere.

I couldn't hold my head up any longer. I lowered myself to the cold floor, letting the coldness numb the brilliant pain as best it could. My eyes focused above me at something moving. I could just make out a shadow of a figure in the stairwell of a walkway that lined the walls so that people could reach the crates that were on higher shelves. I could feel myself drifting back into the darkness I'd tried so hard to escape from.

"El…?" It was barely a whisper.

I blinked, and one of the four were missing a head. But I was too weak in this circle of flames to do anything. I couldn't fight it. I blinked again, and Elly was shoving the barrel of her gun under the chin of another ghoul, blowing a clean hole straight through the top of it's head. I watched, sight beginning to go fuzzy once again, as the last two ghouls tried to jump her, but she shoved one off into the fire and shot a bullet through the eye of the other. I blinked again and the last head was rolling by me. She'd done it.

"El…" I tried again, "Elly."

"Alex, you need to help me. I can't keep carrying you. I'm old."

I could feel a tugging on my arm and I numbly, almost unconsciously, got myself to my feet. There was the crunching of gravel underfoot and then I stumbled down what I could only guess were stairs. And then there was blinding light before I was left on something. In something. A chair maybe.

"Lucy!" The level of the sound made me wince. "Lucy!"

There was a rustling sound. Feathers... Wings.

"You scared me to death. Why weren't you answering your phone? I thought something had happened to you."

My eyes finally opened and through the shining light I could see Elly being kissed, hands in her hair. It was a worried kiss. Something desperate. Something only someone deeply in love with you would do. Fuck. I groaned and closed my eyes again, I was going to be sick if I had to watch them and continue thinking about how much I could've fucked that up. I slumped into the chair and reached around my neck for the chain I knew had the ring on it. I ran my fingers against the cool metal and felt a calm come over me.

"My phone died and I forgot a charger," she explained between kisses. "I missed you."

"Please don't run off like that again. I've been worried sick."

"Lucy, Alex needs help. I think she got hit with something. And then she was trapped in holy fire. In the show it can kill a demon if they're in it for too long. I don't know how long she was in it, but she hasn't been conscious the whole ride home."

"What? She looks fi-"

"Will you just fix me?" I grumbled, one hand on my head and the other still grabbing the ring. "I'll need more than what he's got though, El."

"Anything I can do?" Elly asked hurriedly.

"Go to my room. There's a lockbox on the dresser. Open it." It was hard to think like this, "In it you'll find a few vials of a grey substance that looks like it's floating. Bring me one of those. Please."

"Um. Sure." She sounded hesitant. "Do I need a key?"

"No, I left it unlocked the other day."

"Ok. I'll be right back." She stood on her tiptoes and gave the angel another quick kiss before disappearing into the hallway.

I opened my eyes again as I felt a hand touch my head. I was met with grey blue eyes.

"Thank you." I mumbled as I began to feel the pain leave me.

"What the fuck happened?" His hand moved from my head to my cheeks, his other hand joining the first. He carefully looked over me.

"Ghouls are apparently smarter than they look." I said, a small laugh bubbling up from my chest. "One got a nice hit on me with something and then I was in the holy fire."

"You're lucky that didn't kill you." His fingers traced the fresh bullet wound and a chill filled the place as he closed the wound up.

I sighed as the pain left me. "Who knew you had such a soft touch?" I teased.

"I was an angel first and foremost. I can be gentle when the time calls for it." His eyes flickered over my face. "Anything else? Anything broken? Aching?"

"My jaw hurts a little still." I said, not really wanting him to leave just yet. "Here." I pointed at a random spot with my finger. My breath was stolen from me as he softly kissed across my skin where I had indicated.

I looked at him when he pulled away again. "Here too." I put my finger against my bottom lip. With a smile, the devil kissed me. It was soft and gentle. Sweet and deep. But it was turning lustful and hot. My hand went to his cheek and pulled him down to me, my tongue pushing his lips apart so that I could wrestle it with his. This was hot and demanding. I was sure we both wanted this. It was so wrong, but so right. This was…

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Elly had returned from my room.

Lucifer jumped away from me, abruptly ending the kiss, leaving my head swimming and my breath hot and heavy. I blinked a few times and looked from the fallen angel to my friend. Her eyes held many emotions. Confusion, hurt, sadness, but mostly anger. She held a vial of a partial soul in her hand, it was clenched so tightly I feared the glass would break in her hand.

"El…" I started, not completely sure how to explain this and not really sure if I should.

"Don't you El me!" She yelled, "What the fuck?!"

"It's not what you think."

She laughed, but it wasn't her pleasant bubbly laugh. It was the laugh of someone who wanted to kill something else. An angry laugh that was forced through nose and teeth. "It's not-It's not what it looks like?" I watched as her grip on the vile tightened. "Then tell me. Tell me what it is, Alex. What is it? Because it sure fucking looks like you're fucking my boyfriend."

"Well. That wasn't fucking." It felt so strangely good that she had caught us like that. "That was making out hun." I could see the anger in her grow as I tested her, "I needed some of his grace. Things got out of hand." I lied.

"Bull fucking shit." There was the sound of glass cracking and breaking and I watched as blood dripped from her hand.

Lucifer took a step towards her. "Eliza-"

"Don't you dare fucking touch me!" she shouted, shoving him back and away from her, blood painted across his shirt.

"Relax El." I watched as the bit of soul floated around the room. I stuck my hand out, palm up, and watched as it came to me. I sucked it in through my nose and exhaled heavily as I felt a surge of power go through me. "It wasn't that bad."

"It wasn't that bad?" She snorted and shook her head. "You think I didn't know? Is that it? I was just hoping I was wrong."

"Ya, it's not like I stole him from you." I kicked my feet up onto the table, feeling fully restored now.

"He's my boyfriend! We have a daughter!"

"So what? It wasn't like you were giving him any attention and I was bored."

"That's your excuse?! You were bored?!"

"Well ya," I closed my eyes and smiled a bit, "The demons in hell aren't the best to pick from and who doesn't want to sleep with the devil himself?"

"We didn't get that far, doll." Lucifer piped up from where he'd been standing shocked.

"That's true. We didn't get further than my shirt coming off. He chickened out. Said Something about you. But I was too busy with my hands down his pants."

"You still tried to fuck him behind my back!" Elly was very angry. And she seemed to be an angry crier. Tears were welding up in her eyes as she yelled at me.

"That's true. I did."

"You're just going to own up to it? You're not even sorry are you?"
"Not one bit hun." I smirked. I reached for my knife, but I came up empty. Had I lost it in the scuffle or had Elly put it somewhere in my car?
"You fucking bitch! I should've killed you that night! I should've let Dean carve you with that knife! I should've left you to the damn ghouls!" Her hands went to her head, turning her hair a crimson color where the blood had touched. The blood had also smeared across her forehead to join the rest that had speckled her skin from earlier.
"Easy, love. I kissed him. I didn't steal him from you." I swung my feet down from the table and leaned over my knees. "It's not like he was really yours anyways, right? Just because you have a daughter doesn't mean that he belongs to you. You're not even married, for heaven's sake."
"Married has nothing to do with this."

I glanced to Lucifer who looked like he really wanted to say something, but knew it was better to not utter a word as Elly's world crumbled down around her.

"I didn't steal him," I repeated strongly.

"Right. Because you're not like that. You would never steal anything. You just got bored because your physco fiance, who has a higher kill count than you, is lying dead and naked in a ditch somewhere and you're probably the reason he's there!"
This shut me up. This sent a pang through my chest. My mouth clamped shut, the smile immediately falling from my lips. This brought up anger I didn't know I was holding down, making my body burn with fire. "Don't you dare bring him into this."
"Why? Because you still have feelings?" Elly smirked through her tears. She knew she had the upper hand now. Something that would completely crush me, just like what I had done to her. "As if! You tried to steal the love of my life! You tried to take my daughter from me! You're nothing but a sad little girl with a god complex!"
I had pushed her up against the wall before any of us could blink, my hand against her throat. I lifted her high off the ground, my grip tightening as she clawed at my fist. I felt my eyes shift and the anger in me grow. It was heavy and hot and I couldn't control it any longer. Not that I even wanted to at this moment anyway. I squeezed her throat harder and watched as her eyes widened with fear and her hands continued to claw at my wrist, the blood making her grip slip. I felt a laugh come through me that wasn't my own, it was deep and demonic and sickening. I squeezed harder and smiled. I could feel her heartbeat now.
"Alex!" Lucifer's voice rang out, shaking the room and causing the wall to crack in two. Or maybe that was just from how hard I had been holding this pathetic tiny human. I couldn't tell.
I let Elly drop from my grip. I heard her gasp for air as she hit the ground. I spun on the fallen angel that spoke, my anger not leaving me, only growing. I couldn't be here. I would kill them all.

I took a step forward and was instead in a clear forest. Somewhere where I couldn't hurt anyone. Somewhere where I could run and not hurt anyone. I took off in one direction and kept going until I found an abandoned mine shaft. Of course it was a mine shaft. I could be alone there and my body and mind knew that. But I wasn't alone yet. I could hear them. All thirty of them. Growling, laughing, eating. I could hear the werewolves inside the mine. They'd just come back from a hunt. I smiled and felt a twitch run up my spine. I could kill them. I could torture them. I could hurt them all I wanted to. They were monsters after all. I stepped closer towards the shaft opening and took a deep breath.

"Hey!" I yelled.

I could hear them stop. No more eating. No more talking or laughing. No more growling. And then there was a lot of growling as they began to run out at me. I was quick to pull a spare silver knife from around my ankle and ready for a fight. I felt my smile grow as I decapitated the first wolf to come at me. Then there was more and more and more. My blade was quickly dripping in blood as I mowed down the pack, most of them not getting close to touching me, and the ones that did, I killed quicker than the others. I swung left and right, my silver blade cutting through them like they were made of nothing but air. I felt a laugh bubble up inside of me again. This time it was joyful and free. I could feel my anger subsiding and being replaced by the adrenaline that now fueled me. I felt lighter the more I cut through, until I only had a few left. I pushed my blade through one's heart, killing it quickly, and swung around to kill another presence I felt behind me but stopped. My blade halted short of cutting this neck. Instead it made a small cut, and I watched as a small line of blood joined that of the many werewolves I'd killed. I felt my hands start to shake as I looked over this figure. I looked over the heavy scruff on his face. I looked over the unkempt hair that seemed darker than the last time I saw it. I shook as I found eyes as silver as my knife.

"Hello, love. It's been a while"