A/N:: Whoo! Sorry for the wait when I promised the chapters would come faster! Hope you enjoy this slightly confusing (yes, I admit it, I did it on purpose) if not wet your appetite chapter!

Chapter 1

"I told you I haven't seen them in over a month and I don't know where they are! Now get off my property!"

My shoulder shifted for a moment as it was jolted once again as something slammed into the door. Traiden growled and I almost joined him. Sam had warned me about this.

Another slam hit the door; I shifted the cold steel of the shotgun on my shoulder so I could have more leverage on the door. Traiden had his hackles raised and his ears strained forward, alert to any noise or movement. We both tensed when a man's voice penetrated the sudden silence.

"We know the Winchesters were here, Allie Roe! Now you will give us what we want or we won't make it easy for you!"

"I already told you," I roared back, "that I don't know where they are!" I checked the shotgun again. "But you come right on in, and I'll make sure you know the meaning of Southern hospitality."

I listened carefully into the ensuing silence. Traiden was suddenly upright from his crouching position and was leaning into the door, as if he was listening as well. I heard a strange wet thunk on the door. I felt my eyebrows draw together in confusion…until I heard a small clicking sound.

I gasped and flung myself out of the way, surprised when Traiden appeared over me and quickly drug me further into the house. He suddenly dropped on top of me as the door ripped past us in a sudden explosion.

Crazy, stupid, psychotic hunters! I thought as I coughed through the smoke. It had never occurred to me that some hunters would carry explosives. I should have known better; it was something that I would do.

Traiden leaped over me through the splintered opening. Startled screams filtered through the smoke. I grabbed my shotgun and heaved myself up onto my feet, listening for any sounds of distress from the wolf. All I heard were moans.

I slowly made my way to the former doorway, scowling when I saw the extent of the damage. I poked my head through the hole and tried to get a bearing through the haze. A man lay a foot away, unconscious, and I could make out another form a few feet farther. But what caught my attention was the huge wolfen form over anther motionless figure.

I stepped over the first piece of wolf food and walked over to Traiden. His lips were pulled back over his teeth but no sound escaped. I stared down at the man under Traiden and felt a jolt when I recognized the familiar face.

"Alexander Kanks," I whispered, settling down on my heels. "Who would have thought the local nerd would be the local hunter. Should have known you would have touched the explosives; you watch too much Mythbusters." I stared down at the lanky man before standing up and glancing out to the pasture. I froze when my eyes locked onto something that left me cold.

"Traiden," his head snapped up at the tone of my voice. "Keep them down. Don't let them near the guns. You know what to do if they do." He stared at me for a moment before looking back down at Alex. He didn't seem worried about the others, but I was too preoccupied to notice the reason why.

I ran to the pasture's gate and jerked the chain away from the wooden post. I didn't have to get close to realize that my fears were justified.

The three sprawled out forms were laid in their own pool of blood. Dark slits under the stomachs of the horses revealed the method of death. I numbly walked over to the darkest form lying on the ground. The sun glinted off the bay coat, and I felt a moment of gratefulness that his eyes were closed. I could almost imagine that he was asleep…in his own blood. A cold fury seemed slowly crept through me as I turned towards the chicken house. I didn't need to walk to the pen to confirm what the lumps on the ground meant.

I walked out of the pasture, leaving the bloody massacre behind me. The closer I got to the porch the more my fury came. I stepped up and shoved Traiden aside, grabbing a fistful of Alex's shirt. Suddenly, the dark stains all over it came into focus.

"I could understand why you felt the need to blow a hole into my house," I hissed. "But could you give me one reason why you had to touch the animals?"

A sigh escaped Alex's lips, when suddenly his eyes snapped open and focused on me. They were black.

I wrenched my hand away and brought my gun up, not that it would do any good on a demon. Traiden calmly kept his guard up, his paws still penning Alex down. I stared at the wolf for a moment before turning back to the creature. Of course he already knew. That's why he had focused on Alex; the others were probably blind followers.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Miss Allie Roe," the demon lilted in Alex's southern accent. "It's a real pleasure to finally meet you, really, I'm honored."

I managed not to skip a beat. "The pleasure will be mine when I see your smoky black ass floatin' away."

"Tisk, tisk, what a rude way to treat a guest. What happened to that Southern hospitality?"

"My Southern hospitality expired when you blew my door in."

"Hmm, I suppose it would."

"Enough. Why did you kill the animals? Why are you here? Why shouldn't I blow your brains across this porch right now?"

He smiled pleasantly. "One, it was really fun, and they just reeked of filth so I believe I did you a favor. Two, I was sent here for you. And, third, you would be killing a man who has what I would call an overly teenage crush on you."

I pressed the barrel of the shotgun against his chin. It was very hard for me to focus on the most important answer when he said it was fun. "Why are you here for me? I'm not exactly my father's daughter; I was never raised to be a hunter."

Alex's eyebrows rose. "On the contrary, you are every bit your Father's daugh—!" Alex gasped as I dug the gun deeper.

"Your right, I am my father's daughter. And my brother's sister. Plus my mother's daughter." I was grinning at the scowl that crossed the demon's face. "Maybe my family was secretly plotting on preparing me for the family trade, but the naked truth is, I have no clue on how to hunt the supernatural."

The demon's scowl was wiped away by a sly smile. "I believe that you have very great potential, which is one of the reasons why I was sent here. You have a great…sense of your surroundings, and that could be used to a great advantage to both sides. If you could just—"

"Are you trying to throw me a sales pitch?" I laughed. "You really need to get some lessons because you suck."

Alex's eyes narrowed and his voice dropped threateningly. "You really need to show me some more respect." He glared at me with such a sudden intent that there was no mistaking what he was trying to do.

Time passed and nothing happened. The only way I knew something was happening was watching Traiden's hackles rise further and further until an unearthly snarl ripped through his throat. The demon's eyes flew to the wolf and then back to me. I saw a flash of uncertainty and fear flicker across his face. I smiled.

I still didn't feel anything.

"Alright, now that you that out of your system why don't you explain in more detail why you are here for me. Starting with who sent you."

I wasn't prepared for his reaction.

Alex snarled and tried to fling Traiden off of him. Traiden seemed to grow in size within a second and he was right back on top of the demon. I calmly watched the foray without showing any expression. I was used to Traiden's growth spurts; it was Alex's reaction that had me on edge.

"He will burn you, bitch!" Alex spat. "He will come for you and rip your intestines out and strangle you with them!"

"Who will?" I asked, strained.

"Lucifer."

Cold creeping fingers crawled up my spine. There would be only one reason Lucifer would come for me, only one. I stole a glance into the house. Gabriel's DVD was sitting in a drawer under the TV. I had watched it countless times and every time but the last few times had made me sick with fear. This just added another notch on the freak-o-meter.

"He will have you! He will, and you can't do anything to stop him." Alex leered darkly. "And there is nothing you can stop me from telling him."

I stared at him long enough that the demon actually started to look uncomfortable. "Traiden. Hold."

Traiden put more weight into his paws so the demon wouldn't be able to move. I walked over to Alex's head and knelt down.

"Your right. I probably won't be able to stop Lucifer, but he'll have a hell of a time trying to take me." I looked down into the demons eyes. "But you're wrong about one. I can stop you."

Placing two fingers onto Alex's forehead, I closed my eyes and concentrated.

I didn't flinch as the demons screams filled the yard.