AN: I am so so so sorry for the long wait! I forgot to post chapter five, so I just did and you get a double post! Yay! Sorry... School is out on the 21st so I should be able to post more during the summer. I haven't given up on any of my stories, I promise. I'm just a little stuck. I'm thinking about doing Pigtails and Pool Tables as a series of one shots. If you have any ideas or prompts for any of my stories, please PM me or leave a review or email me or even… tweet (is that the right term?) me. My email and twitter are in my bio.


Lucy was just behind the rest of the Winchesters and friends when a hand clamped over her mouth, dragging her into another room. She tried to cry out but the hand was completely covering her mouth and nose, making it impossible to get enough air into her lungs. She heard the hell hounds chasing after Team Free Will, and her vision was growing black around the edges from the lack of oxygen. She stumbled while trying to walk instead of being dragged. Suddenly she was slammed up against a cold wall and the hand moved from her mouth and nose to her throat.

The heavy hand tightened its grip on her neck before allowing her to breathe.

"Stay quiet, little girl," a voice hissed. Lucy's breathing was ragged as she tried to suck in as much air as she could. When her vision refocused, she could see her captor.

He was tall and slim, but muscular. He was tan and had dark hair and eyes. He was probably handsome before the demon possessed him.

"You really are very pretty, little girl. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you," he whispered. She could smell the blood on his breath and knew that the man was dead or would be as soon as the demon smoked out. Her heart sank. He had obviously been fatally injured just recently. This man was someone to somebody. "Your heart's racing, little girl. Are you afraid?"

She laughed, but it was a cold and broken laugh.

"You aren't scared of me? Of what I'm going to do to you?" His voice triggered her base instinct that made her want to run.

"You think I'm scared of dying?" Her voice was cold and empty. She wasn't scared at all.

"You think that's all I'm planning, little girl?" His cold breath blew across her neck as he brought his face closer to hers. "You aren't going to die for quite some time."

"I'm not afraid of you. Torture me all you like, but let's see if you can make me scream," she challenged.

He laughed at her. "You're just a little girl in your daddy's shoes. You'll never be like him, you know? Your father, he was a leader, but you, little girl, you're just a soldier."

"Go back to hell," she growled.

"You first, little girl." He tightened his grip on her throat again, cutting off her air. "You know what? I'm just going to kill you now. It'll be much more fun to torture you in hell, little girl."

With his free hand, he unsheathed his knife. He traced her jawline with the tip of the knife before pulling back to stab her.

She kept her eyes on his the whole time, despite her vision growing dark. Her face showed no fear. She wasn't afraid at all. She didn't really care. She had no one left. She was alone. The demon grinned at her, and as if he could hear her thoughts he said, "Little girl, no one ever truly wanted you."

She started to go limp.

Then his face lit up, flashing orange.

Ruby pulled her knife out of the meat suit's back as he and Lucy fell, one dead and the other gasping for air.

"Lucy, you okay?"

Lucy's bright blue eyes met Ruby's and she said, "I will be."

Ruby nodded, pulling the hunter up.

"Wait," Lucy stumbled over to the man's body.

"He's dead, Lucy," Ruby said confused.

"I know, but he was someone before the demon. Every time I can't save them I try to find some ID or pictures in their wallet. Something that I can leave for the police," she explained, searching his body.

"The police?"

"I usually call the police and leave an anonymous tip that they're dead, or, if I'm very lucky," she pulls out his wallet, "they'll have an ID and I can find them myself."

"What do you do if you find them?"

"Leave the wallet at the address with a note."


Dean ran down the hall, searching for the right room. They had all split up after Ruby had volunteered to go find Lucy.

He stopped when he caught a glimpse of Jo's blonde hair. He slipped into the room unnoticed.

Jo was strapped down to one of the usual metal torture tables, covered in blood. The demon was teasing her about something, and dragging the blade he was using down her side, leaving a thin line of blood when he turned to Dean.

"Dean Winchester," it said slowly, "I've been waiting for you."

"Let her go." Dean's voice was cold, commanding.

"Yeah, about that. You see? I really like this girl of yours, and I have big plans for the bitch. Well, I had big plans for her, then you came in to save the day. You ruined it," the demon said irritably. "Though," he said thoughtfully, pressing the tip of the knife into the soft flesh of Jo's stomach, "this should be very entertaining."

Dean started forward, but quickly stopped when the demon twisted the blade saying, "Uh uh, Dean. You stay there, or I hurt the girl." Dean curled his fists at his sides, but stayed put. "Oh, wait! I'm a demon!" The demon shoved the knife into Jo's stomach, grinning. Dean started to run at him, but he flung him against a wall. Dean stared in horror as the hell-spawn twisted the blade, causing Jo to scream. It then pulled the knife out, before slowing making a deep, fatal slice across her abdomen. Dean tried to shout, but found that he couldn't make a sound. He watched as blood flowed steadily out of Jo's wounds, and a tear fell down his cheek when her body went limp.

Then the demon turned to Dean.