I'm so so sorry about not updating for so long. I completely forgot. Here is the second chapter.

"Hello, Azriel." a female voice called out. An angel in a blonde vessel stepped out of the shadows. Azriel eyed her carefully. "Hello, Raziel. How nice to see you." Raziel had asked her to come here. Azriel had to take every chance to isolate Castiel's followers to get rid of them. That was why she was here. Raziel bared her teeth. "You are too dangerous." Raziel told her and Azriel tilted her head, not looking away. Raziel's hand clenched around her angel blade. "You say, you're staying neutral, but I don't trust you. I never did. Michael should have killed you years ago."

Azriel flinched at that, anger crashing over her after the hurt. She clenched her teeth and met the charging Raziel head on. Raziel sliced at Azriel and she just barely dodged. She swiped Raziel's legs out from under her and quickly pinned Raziel to the ground. She broke the hand holding the angel blade and threw it away. Raziel snarled at her. "After me there will be others!" she spat. "This won't be over with my death!"

Azriel bared her teeth. "I'll kill them too." she said and stabbed Raziel with Michael's angel blade. Raziel's eyes widened and her grace burned out. Azriel stood up and ran a hand through her hair, examining herself. She had a small cut on her arm, but it was already healing. Otherwise she was unharmed. She retrieved Raziel's angel blade and stuffed it into her jacket. You never knew when you could use an extra angel blade. Azriel glanced at the body. She didn't know which angel Raziel had chosen. If she had been loyal to Castiel or Raphael. It didn't matter, she supposed. The only thing that mattered was that Raziel had tried to kill her. She pointed her hand at Raziel's body and it lit up. The flames were spreading quickly and Azriel watched it for a second before leaving. She took out the list with the names of Castiel's apparent followers and searched for Raziel's name. She skipped the list until R and found the name somewhat quickly. She searched for a pen and stroked through her name. One was dead. That only left an indefinite number of followers. She sighed. She had a lot to do.

She watched Sam talk to the hunters. They were Campbells, she recognized, she had run into them before. Mostly because Sam was a Campbell from his mother's side of the family. She remembered meeting one of them when she had pretended to be the human neighbour of the Winchesters. Sam was obviously joining them. The others trailed out and he stayed behind, looking around. She wondered if he could sense her.

Azriel stepped out of her hiding place, undoing her invisibility. "Joining the family, I see."

He turned around and shrugged. "I don't have anything better to do." he said.

"Not even going back to Dean?" She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes.

"As I said before, he's happy and I don't want to destroy that." Sam answered noncholantly. She furrowed her brows. It went with her plans, but something seemed wrong. "You don't miss him?"

"It's better this way." he said with a slight shrug. "Yes … Of course." she answered slowly. Something was wrong. She had followed Sam around for almost two years, and, as Zachariah had put it once, the Winchesters were dangerously and erotically co-dependant. Sam would at least let Dean know he was alive. But no such thing. "Who's this?" a voice asked.

She turned around. An older man stood in the door, one hand near his gun. "She's a … friend." Sam told him. "This is Alice Campbell."

"Campbell, you say?" the man stepped closer. Azriel was stumped at first, then she remembered that her vessel was Alice Campbell. She belonged to a non-hunting part of the family. "Yes." Azriel said. "And you are …?"

"Samuel. Samuel Campbell. Is she in the … family business?"

She nodded. This was the perfect opportunity. "Yes, I've had the training. I'm not an active hunter, though. I didn't want to hunt without backup."

"Would you like to join us?" Samuel offered. Her eyes widened in shock. "Do you really mean that?" she asked, an elated grin on her face.

"Yes." he answered. "You're a Campbell. Hunting is in your blood."

Well, technically, not anymore. But who was she to tell him that Alice was dead? She smiled happily, before starting to frown. "I can't always be there. I … have other things I need to do."

"That's fine." he assured her. She smiled. "Thanks!"

Sam eyed her with suspicion but she smiled at him innocently. He glanced away and said nothing.

"We got a hunt. You interested in coming?"

Azriel's red painted lips turned into a smile. "Of course!" she exclaimed. "Where do we meet?"

"We'll come pick you up." Samuel informed her.

"Oh, okay. When should I be ready?"

Talking on the other end. "In about four hours." he said. "The hunt is near your house."

"Okay, see you then." Azriel told him and hung up. She leant back into her seat. This was gonna be fun. An hour before they were coming she started to pack her weapons. She had a few knives, mostly, and a machete. She didn't fight with anything else. She didn't like guns. They were loud. She liked knives more. She changed clothes, too. She wore combat boots with dark skinny jeans and a black top. She strapped a knife to her leg and put one in her right boot. Her eyes wandered to Michael's blade. It was capable of killing almost every being in existence. She stroked her finger over it, before she shoved it into a box. She wouldn't need it. If need be she could just smite the creature. She sat back down on her couch and leaned her head back.

"Hey." Azriel told Samuel nervously. "Hello." he replied. "These are Gwen," he pointed at the woman, "Mark," the blonde man, "and Christian." the brown-haired man. "Hey." she greeted them with a slight wave. "Hello." Christian was the one to answer. Azriel got into the van and Samuel started driving.

"We found a vampire nest." the newly introduced Gwen told her. Azriel raised her eyebrows. "A vampire nest?" she asked. "How many do you think there are?"

"Maybe twenty." Christian told her. "Samuel wants to test you." He fixed his eyes on her. She could see behind the facade of the human and could see the demon. She knew he was seeing her true form as well. But they had obviously come to an unspoken agreement that no one would betray the other's species. She let her eyes flitter around nervously. "Okay." she said hesitantly. "You kill vampires by cutting off their heads, right?"

"Yes." Sam told her and she looked at him. His eyes were blank and empty. "Dead man's blood weakens them. It's like poison."

"Okay." she mumbled.

"Did you ever hunt before?" Mark asked her. She nodded. "Yeah, but not a lot. I didn't want to hunt without someone to cover my back."

"Understandable." Gwen told her. "I wouldn't do it either."

Azriel smiled at her.

The drive to the vampire nest wasn't long, maybe half an hour. She mostly talked with Gwen, who proved to be surprisingly pleasant. "You two, Christian and Alice, you enter from the back. Sam and Gwen, you enter from the front. Mark and I will get any escapees." Samuel told them and they nodded. Azriel took her machete and threw it into the air testingly, adjusting her grip as she caught it. She threw a glance at Christian and they went to the back of the house. Once they were out of sight, Christian gripped her neck and slammed her against a tree. "What are you doing here, angel?" he spat. She smirked at him. "I could ask you the same thing, demon."

"Answer me!"

She wrapped her hand around his neck and reversed their positions, easily holding him with her superior strength. Her other hand teasingly trailed down his chest. "How about we make a deal." she breathed. "I let you do what you want, and you let me do what I want. And no one tells on the other."

He raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed to be an angel?"

"Oh, Christian … " she mumbled with a smirk, to hide the clench of her jaw. "I am so much more than that. I am here because I want to torment the other Winchester. I am not here for you, or for Samuel."

"I accept." Christian said. Her voice lowered, turning to a hiss. "Betray me and I'll make you beg for death."

She let go of him and stepped back, keeping her eyes on him. A scream cut through the previous silence and she tilted her head. "Seems like our cue to go in, doesn't it?"

They both took their machetes and sneaked in, after picking the lock. Well, actually they broke the lock. They parted ways to begin beheading the vampires. The first few were easily killed, but after that the other vampires started to wake up. They were disorientated and confused, but they still tried to defend themselves. One of them jumped on Azriel's back and she let herself fall to the floor, but before she could actually turn around a machete swung to slice of it's head. She stared at Christian in confusion. "I believe you say thank you in such a situation." he remarked drily.

"Thanks." she replied dutifully. Then she stood up and continued fighting. Finally they were dead. A head rolled away from Azriel and she looked around and listened for living vampires. Steps came closer and she made to attack and stopped her machete at the last moment. It lingered directly at his neck for a moment, before she pulled it away. Sam glared at her. It was the most intense emotion she had seen from him since he came back from the dead. "Sorry." she told him, watching him closely. She didn't know what was wrong, just that it was. "You did good, Alice." Samuel called out and cleaned his weapon. She smiled at him. "Thanks."

"You're surprisingly strong for your size."

She nodded. "I know, it took me a long time to get where I am now. Even though my parents didn't hunt, they still made sure I knew what was out there and that I could protect myself. But my knowledge of all the monsters is a bit lacking."

"We'll work on it." Samuel decided.

"You're surprisingly good at this." Sam mumbled, leaning closer. "You have Samuel wrapped around your finger since you're a Campbell-" the non-spoken airquotes were obvious. "and you're a good fighter."

"Thank you Sammy, that means a lot to me." she told him. His face lost any semblance of friendliness. "What exactly are you playing at?" he demanded to know. "Suddenly you're buddy-buddy with me, even though I pulled Michael into the cage. You don't do the same thing to Dean. By all accounts, you should hate me. After all, you worship Michael."

"Sam." she started in a condescending tone. "You have to understand that even though it may not seem like it, I am immortal. Well, pretty much, at least. Maybe it will take decades to free Michael, but you're hunters. You'll be dead by then. It doesn't matter what I do when he's not there. Maybe he'll get out in your lifetime, maybe not, but either way, I will help him. My loyalty is to Michael, and to him alone."

"You'd stab everyone in the back, wouldn't you?" he asked and something like amusement played in his face.

She looked him in the eyes. "Yes."