After driving nonstop I had finally arrived in Kansas. I was lost for a while and spent the better part of the day driving in circles, but at last I had found the bunker. I had never been so relieved in my life to see the familiar black Impala. Just past the car was a door, the building behind it was mostly underground.

"I guess that's why he called it the bunker." I mumbled to myself.

"Nina, you made it." I heard Sam's voice call out as he opened the door.

"Yeah, finally." I replied with a smile.

I followed him down into the bunker. It was nothing like what I had imagined judging from the outside. The place was filled to the brim with books. The whole place radiated knowledge. I wanted so badly to get my hands on a few of the books. But first, I needed to concentrate on the task at hand. If everything worked out, I would be meeting a demon in a few short hours.

Dean was sitting at one of the long wooden tables, seemingly staring off into space. Sam cleared his throat to get his attention.

"Hey." I said with a small wave.

"Hey." He replied, "How was your trip?"

"Long. Boring."

"That's why I don't travel alone." He responded.

"Well, I used to travel with a hunting partner. She died about a year ago. I'd rather not get attached to another person in this line of work." Came my reply.

"I understand that." He was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry about your friend."

"Yeah, well…" My thoughts trailed off as I tried not to think about Anna. "So, are we going to call that demon up or what?"

"Straight to the point, I like it." Dean said with a smug grin.

He pulled out his phone and pressed it to his ear.

"Crowley, long time no talk." Dean spoke into the phone.

He waited for a minute, most likely because the demon was speaking.

"Yeah, I have a favor to ask. Think you could swing by the bunker?"

He paused speaking.

"What? No, this isn't some kind of trick to trap you, I swear."

Another pause.

Dean sighed before speaking into the phone again. "Sure, fine. We can meet you somewhere. Where do you want to meet?"

Another pause.

Dean scribbled something onto a sheet of paper. "Give us thirty minutes."

He hung up the phone and stood from his spot at the table.

"So, what did he say?" Sam spoke beside me.

"He doesn't trust us to meet us here. So, we're going to meet him on the outskirts of town in an old barn." He showed us the parchment which contained a set of coordinates. He pocketed the scrap of paper before leading the way back out of the bunker.

"Still going to insist on driving separately?" Dean asked as I went to get into my truck.

"Well…no…I…" I paused to get my words together. "I didn't want to just tag along uninvited."

He laughed at me and smiled his brilliant smile. "You're not just tagging along. We're doing this for you. I'm sure you're tired of driving anyway."

He was right. I was extremely tired of driving. I slid into the backseat of his car. It smelled like leather, with a faint hint of sweat and blood. Similar to my truck, I concluded.

"This car is amazing." I stated from my spot in the back seat. I had been admiring the welcoming warmth in the car and the rumble of the engine. It basically purred.

I could see Dean's smile crinkle his eyes in the rearview mirror. "She is. Isn't she?"

He leaned forward to turn up the song that just came on. Journey streamed through the speakers.

As we slowed to a stop in front of the barn my heart began to race even faster than before. I was sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for Dean to make the call.

"We're here." Dean said into the phone as we all exited the Impala.

Without another word he pocketed his phone and we stood in front of the entrance to the barn. The sun was setting and the grassy hill we stood on was being cast in shadow. A chill rang through the air.

"Hello boys." A gravely English accented voice came from our left.

I turned to face the man who had just spoken. He stood just a few steps away from Sam. He wore a black suit and grey tie. His eyes locked on mine and he smiled a truly terrifying smile. This man completely froze me in fear.

"And who might you be, love?" He spoke as he began to step closer.

Dean was closer to me now. I could feel the tension radiating off him. He and Sam were both preparing weapons behind their backs. They didn't trust him at all. The thought terrified me even more.

"My…my name is Nina." I was finally able to stutter out.

"Crowley. King of Hell." He took my hand in his.

I violently pulled my hand away from his before he could place his lips to my flesh. "King of Hell!?" I all but screamed.

"Why yes, did Moose and Squirrel not tell you who you were going to meet when you tagged along?" He turned to Dean, "By the way, is anyone going to tell me why I needed to meet with you?"

"I didn't tag along." I spoke up, "I wanted to meet you."

His eyebrow perked in curiosity. "You wanted to meet me. What for?"

"My grandfather sold his soul to you."

"Sorry about that, but my contracts are air tight. Can't talk your way out of them." He began to walk away as he spoke.

"He's already dead." He stopped then and turned back around to meet my stare.

"So, what's this all about then? Plan to get revenge for taking his soul?" He laughed and for a moment his eyes flashed red. It sent a chill down my spine and made me look away in fear.

But I quickly regained my composure and stepped toward the demon. "I wanted to know why he did it."

He cocked his head to the side, still staring at me with a questioning glare.

"What was his name?" He finally spoke after a heated stare war.

"Luther Stafford. He was a hunter from Seattle Washington."

He didn't speak for a moment but I could tell he was thinking. He was trying to place a face to the name.

"Ah, yes. I remember Mr. Stafford." He pulled out a piece of paper, seemingly out of thin air, and read its contents. "He sold his soul to save his daughter, Melanie. She had recently been burnt in a house fire and was dying in the hospital. He made a little deal with me and she recovered fully, without a scar on her." He smirked his terrifying smirk.

My grandfather had sold his soul for my aunt Melanie. My mom's younger sister. I knew that they had been in a horrific house fire as children, but I had no idea that it had been so bad. The story had been told to me on several occasions, but I had never been told that Melanie had almost lost her life.

"Did you claim him?"

"A little early, but yes I did." I could feel the heat rising to my face.

"You claimed him early?" I yelled again.

Sam and Dean stepped closer to me.

"Yes, I did." He seemed amused at my anger. "Only because he got his throat torn out by a vampire. When he died, I claimed his soul. That's how it works, darling."

"Don't call me darling you sick fuck." I spat out.

"Feisty." He laughed. "Keep your little pet on a leash, won't you Moose?"

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

The whole way back to the bunker, I felt like my mind was in a fog. I had just found out how my grandfather had been killed. I wasn't sure how to process that information.

"My grandfather is in hell." I said, mostly to myself.

"I'm sorry Nina," Dean switched off the car. We were already back to the bunker. "You can stay here for a couple days if you'd like."

"I'll probably just stay the night, but thanks for the offer." Like I had said earlier, I wasn't too keen on getting close to anyone. Everyone I'm close to dies.

I followed Sam down a narrow hallway. Before he stopped at the door at the end.

"This is one of the only other rooms with a decent bed in it." He told me. "If you need anything just yell." He patted me on the shoulder before turning to leave.

"How can I get my grandfather out of hell?" I asked him quietly.

He turned to look at me again. I couldn't miss the look of concern on his face. "Aside from going down there and getting him yourself with an angel helping, I don't think you can." He placed one hand on my arm as I stared up at him in confusion, "It would be incredibly dangerous as well."

"There's nothing I can do?"

"I can't say that there is a way to save your grandfathers soul. But I can't say there isn't a way either. I'll have Bobby look into it and you can have access to whatever books here that you may want. That should get you on the right track to finding a possible solution."

"You seem so sure about it." I replied.

"When you live a hunter's life, you have to always try and see the silver lining. Otherwise, it's hopeless and your will to fight dwindles."

I nodded at his statement. He was right, in this line of work, you can't stop fighting. Ever.

"Thanks, Sam."

We said our goodnights and I entered the dark and quiet room.

The room itself was pretty small and bare in comparison to the rest of the bunker. There were a couple of empty shelves, a desk with a lamp and a nice sized bed that sat in the center of the room. I flopped down on the soft bed and kicked off my boots. It had been days since I last slept in an actual bed. I was truly exhausted. In the matter of moments I had taken the majority of my clothing off and slid under the blankets. Being in a strange place, I left the light on. The bright overhead light didn't deter me from falling asleep. I was in dreamland the moment my head hit the pillow.

Candles illuminated a dark room. Despite my better judgement I began walking further into the room, hardly able to see. It was like I was being drawn in by some unseen force. Almost like there was a spell over me. In the center of the room there was a small round table that held a candelabra, bottle of wine and two glasses.

Suddenly I was aware of someone else in the room with me.

"Hello?" My voice called out.

"Hello darling." Crowley spoke.

I spun around only to be caught by his arms around my waist. He pressed me into himself as I felt him nuzzle into my neck. I felt like I should be terrified, but the emotion never came. His lips danced over mine before finally pulling me in for a kiss. Instead of pulling away, I kissed him back. The kiss was heated and wanting. He pulled back to look at me, his eyes glazed over in lust.

"Until next time, pet."

I jolted awake, completely drenched in sweat. Had I really just had a wet dream about a demon? I chalked it up to sleep deprivation before finally trying to fall back asleep. The dream kept me awake. I was almost too afraid to fall asleep again. What if we took it further than kissing in the dream? Was he manipulating my mind? He's the king of hell, I'm almost positive he has the power to invade the mind. Why would the King of Hell be interested in haunting my dreams anyway? I'm human and a hunter. My only conclusion on the matter was that he was trying to freak me out.

I won't give him the satisfaction