Back again! Sorry this chapter took so long, but working full time leaves me with little time to update. Hope you enjoy this second installment and I hope there are no mistakes. Enjoy! (I own nothing but my OC)

Several months later...

The anguish and self loathing that Ivy felt was tangible. She had only been on the job for a few months, and had barely made any deals, but she hated herself. Crowley was riding her hard, angry that she was turning potential customers away instead of making deals. Some people she tried to persuade to not make deals with her, but some just would not listen. If only they knew what was in store for them, maybe they wouldn't willingly throw their lives away.

Besides loathing herself, she began to loathe humans as well. She wasn't human anymore, she knew that. But, she wasn't a demon either. She was stuck somewhere in the middle. But still, she hated seeing a young man or woman, willing to toss away their lives over such trivial things like money or fame. While they gambled everything away, she was left mourning everything that had been taken from her. Her life, her potential, any and all future happiness...all of it. Gone. Out of all the wretched humans in the world, there was one that she hated most.

Her father.

If it wasn't for his selfishness, his complete disregard for the safety of his only child, she wouldn't be in this mess. She still had no idea where he was or what he had made a deal for. Ivy was convinced that it was meaningless, however. What could be worth your own life? Or in this case, her life.

Ivy was sitting alone in the darkness. That is where she preferred to be. Somewhere dark and secluded so that she wouldn't have to see the ugliness of mankind, or the horrors of hell, or Crowley. Heaving a deep sigh, Ivy buried her face in her hands and tried to clear her mind. Being left alone with her own thoughts was never a good thing. She felt a strange tug in the pit of her stomach and groaned.

"Where have you been?" Came a familiar, gruff voice. Ivy lifted her head and checked her surroundings. She had been teleported to a lavish office, with a large mahogany desk and book-lined shelves across every wall. Standing behind the desk was her constant tormentor and owner of said gruff voice-Crowley, the King of fucking Hell.

With a sneer, Ivy looked at the King and said, "Out."

"Out? Who the hell told you you could go out?" Crowley snarled. Her face did not change from the expression of complete indifference. She merely folded her arms across her chest and stared at the demon. "You're really testing my patience, darling. And I do not appreciate your new found snarky attitude. You. Are. Mine." He shouted. "Show some respect!"

Ivy's resolve faltered, uncertainty showing on her face. Her arms dropped to her sides in defeat. She couldn't do anything even if she wanted to. Why make it harder on herself? Knowing when to give up was always something she knew how to do. It pained her to do so, but she was also blessed with a realist's point of view. She knew nothing about killing people or demons, she had no friends or family to help her, she wasn't strong or particularly bright. She was just Ivy. And now she belonged to Crowley.

"I'm sorry." She managed to say in a small voice. She felt small. She felt worthless. But, mostly she felt violated. All of her rights taken away in the blink of an eye. Crowley seemed slightly surprised that she had give in so easily, but he tried not to show it.

"'I'm sorry', what?" He pushed her further, attempting to crumble her already broken spirit into even tinier pieces. Her jaw and fists visibly clenched.

"I'm sorry, sir." She said through gritted teeth. Crowley was about to scold her further, but she suddenly vanished. He threw his arms up in exasperation. He had just found the little wench and now she was gone again. However, this time she was called away on business.

"I'll finish with you later then, darling."

Ivy felt the familiar tug in her abdomen again and immediately her surroundings were different. Before her was nothing but trees and a narrow gravel road. Beyond that was dark. The only light she could see was coming from a small flashlight being held by a dark figure. The light darted around as the figure turned in a circle, obviously searching for her.

Slowly walking closer, being careful to make as little noise as possible, Ivy could see the man more clearly. He had short brown hair, stubble, strong jaw, green eyes, and he seemed well muscled. He seemed different from her average customer and she wondered what he could possibly want that meant more to him than his own life. She frowned in disgust. She wanted to turn away and leave, but she couldn't. As much as she hated it, being here was better than being with Crowley. The man turned towards her direction and called out. She slowly made her way toward him, being careful in case the man was a hunter.

"Hello," she said, stepping into the light of his flashlight.

"What can I do for you..." Ivy mentally scanned the man and realized just who she had been summoned by. "Dean Winchester."

"So you know who I am?" He asked, his stance decidedly defensive, as if he thought she might attack him on the spot. She merely nodded. "I've come to make a deal."

"Clearly. But, what I don't understand is why a famous hunter like you would be making deals with devils." She folded her arms across her chest. She was definitely curious, but she also knew that he could be tricking her. Crowley had warned her about this kind of thing. She also knew that, despite her being a crossroads demon, she could still die.

He was eyeing her suspiciously and seemed to be contemplating something. "I need to save my brother." He said, clenching his fists tightly. He clearly hated this just as much as she did. Ivy looked at him in complete astonishment. This was the first time she encountered someone who wanted to make a deal for someone rather than themselves. Unable to speak, she just stared at him, forgetting why she was there. "Well, do you want to make a deal or not?" He said angrily.

Ivy snapped out of her daze and stepped closer to him. "No, you don't want to do this." She said to him. "Just spend what time you have left with your brother and let him go. It's not worth being damed for all eternity." Dean stared at her in disbelief. A crossroads demon was actually trying to talk him out of making a deal.

"Well, that's a new one." He said. "But, that doesn't change anything." He grabbed Ivy's arm and yanked her to him. He was a lot stronger than she thought and she stumbled into his embrace easily. "Ten years, right? Come on, let's seal the deal." He leaned towards her and Ivy instinctively leaned back.

"What the hell are you doing?" She cried out. She pushed against his chest, but he had a firm grip on her waist. "No means no, Dean. This is demon rape!" Dean was struggling to hold onto her as she flailed and shoved him with all her might. But then, Ivy heard the crunch of footsteps on the road behind her and before she could turn to see who it was, she felt a stinging sensation on the back of her head, and everything was black.