Anya had fallen asleep in the back seat after the hunt. They had scratches head to two and looked like they lost a fight with knives. Well you could say that scissors everywhere. Who keeps that many scissors? But they were alive and parked in front of a tattoo shop.

"Ready?" dean asked.

Sam nodded.

"Wake up Anya."

"Go away Winchester." She grumbled.

"Wake up girl. Either you wake up or I drag you out of the car." Dean threatened.

"Go to sleep or something it's to early for this crap." She curled further into the back door. Dean got out of the car and snatched the door open causing Anya to wake up to catch herself, barely, before she hit the asphalt.

"Now get your ass up so we can get this done. The faster we get it one the better." Looking up Anya stared at the sign. "A tattoo parlor?"

"Yup Bobby said you needed to get one before another demon has the chance to possess you." Sam explained.

"What tattoo?" Anya looked back at Dean.

"This one." Dean revealed to her his own tattoo making Anya sigh.

"Fine but you owe me a beer." Anya walked into the shop and looked around Dean and Sam were right behind her. "Hi can I help you?" a cheery looking woman with arms covered in tattoos and a nose piercing smiled at them.

"Yeah our friend here is looking to get a tattoo." Dean smiled.

"Okay anything you had in mind?"

"This." Dean showed the girl his tattoo. "She wants to get the same this."

"Matching tattoos? He your boyfriend?"

"Over my dead body." Anya said in all seriousness. "Oh that's right you prefer giants,"

"Well compared to a gnome like you yeah."

Dean frowned knowing he'd lost.

"Can I take a few pictures of it please?" the girl asked giving Dean a smile. Sam was trying to hide his but was failing. After talking to the tattoo artist and getting the tattoo drawn and place set on her chest Anya looked back at Dean and Sam.

"You can choose one person to come back with you." The many told her.

"I'm good let's get this done."

So for the next hour and a half Anya sat under the heavy hand and needle while Sam sat up front waiting and Dean and the woman who had once been behind the counter went to the back for a while. By the time Anya came back she had a new tattoo covered as they guy went on about what to do for the next few days while it healed and Dean had long since come back as well as the girl from behind the counter.

"Can't keep it tucked can you?" Anya asked as they got in the car.

Dean smiled his satisfied smile as he turned on the radio and laughed a bit more.

It was late May and they were heading back for Bobby's when Sam found strange deaths in the area of some back woods town. "Six people have died just up and collapsed dead. Doctor says their hearts just stopped." Sam said.

"But it's obvious it's something else." Dean stated taking a bite of his hotdog.

"Sounds like demons to me." Anya stated.

"That's what I was thinking. Cross roads demon in this town make a few deals and he's collecting now." Sam said.

"So we gank the bitch and call it a day. We need to be getting back to Bobby's and quickly." Dean told them.

Fine but if that is the case we gotta find the first crossroads and start with the person who started all this." Anya said chucking her trash in the bin seven feet away with a smile. "Lets get started." She smiled.

Anya tried not to think about it. She tried not to think about her fate and how they had still yet to find some answer to her problem. Bobby had found nothing he thought useful and the last thing they could do was call Crowley, which they very much so wanted to avoid at all, costs.

They were walking through a store after taking to one of the former co-workers of a man who had dropped in the middle of the store. What had made this one seem so much higher up then the others was an entire shelf had been knocked over but the man had touched it. As they walked through the other isles Anya saw something move out of the corner of her eye. She saw it again and this time her head snapped to the side so fast she was sure she had cracked it.

"What's wrong?"

"I thought I…" when it happened again she chased after it. The boys catching up top her a moment later as Anya stopped in the middle of the isle where a woman lay dead on the floor with her husband need to her calling for help while two huge grotesque dogs stood by.

They were huge two the size of great Danes and ugly. They were all flesh and bone. She could see the heart of one and the lungs of another. They had extended muzzles (better to eat your soul with my dear) and were bleeding all over the floor.

The dogs had their eyes set on her but not on her. There were no eyes. (Well there was one) "Sam, Dean for once you two will do as you are told if you want to live understand? I want you to walk away from me and stay no more then ten yards away from me if you can help it. Walk down the next isle wait till I walk out the door and follow me understand. Do as I say or you'll be going to hell." She explained.

"What is it you see?" Dean asked squinting his eyes hopping to make whatever it was appear for him. "Do it." Anya said as she started walking away slowly at first then picking up spend as she walked out the door.

She knew the hounds be hind her she could hear them breathing and panting. Looking over her shoulder she could see Dean and Sam behind her right where she needed them to be. They followed all the way to an old trail Anya had seen leading to some woods. Anya kicked into a full run over the brush the dogs hot on her trail and the boys not far behind.

Pulling her gun out from her jeans Anya took a chancy shot and fired a few rounds at one of the dogs. In the back Dean and Sam were catching up. "What the hell is she shooting at?"

Then the sound of a high pitched whimper came through to their ears the boys forced them selves to run faster. Anya turned on the dogs and faced them they stopped just a few feet away from her. Drool dripping from the hellhound with jaws, snarling. The fugliest things you'd ever see. She could see hell in the remaining eye of one of the dogs.

She aimed for it's head watching as it fell to the ground. The other was about to attack when the crossroad's demon appeared at its side.

"You three are a lot of trouble. But I got something in store for you when you get down stairs." She smiled at her.

"But I'll have the last laugh." Anya smiled as she pulled her gun on the demon.

Samuel Colt made one gun with 13 bullets. A gun made for a hunter. But what you didn't know was this gun could be made once more with the proper magic of course. It was warded and blessed by every kind of priest they could find.

"You can't hurt me." The blonde laughed.

Anya put a bullet right between her eyes making the demons seize up before the eyes hollowed out and the flesh began to peel away from the bones crumbled into dust. Anya chuckled as she kicked the new pile of dirt. "Told you I'd have the last laugh." She walked past the remaining hellhound that watched her in fear.

"Now hell hounds are after you?" Sam asked.

"You can see them?" Dean growled with anger.

"I can now." Anya was freaked out inside. Looking over her shoulder the hellhound trotted after them and this brought a look of horror to her face. "What?"

"It's following me." Anya said.

"What is?"

"The hellhound. It's sitting there. Just there." she gestured to the dog that the other two could not see. Dean was beginning to think it was a hallucination. "There is a huge ass freaking hellhound staring me in the god damn face. The thing doesn't even have eyes."

The brothers shared a look then turned back to the woman. "Okay turn around and walk away there's nothing there it's not real." Dean assured her.

But as they walked out of the woods and started the long trek back to where they'd left the car Anya heard the dog panting and walking behind them. The heard the giant tail cutting through the air. It sat outside the motel room waiting for them to come back out panting in the spring heat.

"Bobby she said she can see hell hounds. One she killed then she killed the crossroads. Now she said there's a hellhound still following her. She was even able to tell us what it looked like. Right now she said it's sitting outside the door waiting for her." Dean explained.

"They know her clock's almost up maybe. Just get your asses on back here. If the thing is still following you then just tell her to ignore it as best she can." Bobby told him.

"Right." Dean hung up and told the other two to stat collecting their belongings so they could head out. The dog waited for them to get everything packed before following after them. It ran after the car keeping up with them the entire time. When they stopped at a gas station it did too. It sat by panting and bearing it's belly looking to have it rubbed. The constant look of horror on Anya's face was starting to make Sam and Dean think she was going to have a break down in two seconds. The sign to Bobby's lot never looked better in Anya's eyes. But the hound followed them through the gate and waited.

Bobby met them on the porch shot gun ready and loaded. Anya didn't even let the impala come to a full halt before she jumped from the car and ran inside. "It is still there?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah but what's even worse it's just laying there belly up with it's tongue hanging out like some damn puppy." She said. Bobby gave her a strange look and brought her away from the door and windows.

"So what did you find?"

"Nothing. I thought I did but when I checked further into it turns out it was just another dead end. Sorry Anya." Bobby told her.

Anya poured over the books constantly but found nothing. What were they missing? Why was this happening to her? Why couldn't she just find an answer? The days dragged by slower then ever and the hellhound it seemed to be mocking her now. It was always there's that doggy grin on its face as it rolled around the yard.

It had the nerve to beg for food from Dean and trot after Bobby when he went to the garage to look for something.

The girl looked about the end of her rope. 20 days and she was done. Less then three weeks and her soul was up on the chopping block. Anya bit her lip to keep it from quivering as she repressed the tears that held in her eyes hiding behind her bangs. The following day Bobby made a trip into town Sam and Dean were out in the lot somewhere talking and working or working on a car.

Anya locked the doors and windows. With the gun on the table Anya stared at it and felt her chest tighten as her heart slammed into her ribcage making the pain worse. Making her want to reach for the gun now more then ever. Taking the gun in hand she put one bullet in and turned it before setting the revolver back down on the desk.

Pulling out the bottle of vodka Anya sat down and took a deep swig of the clear strong alcohol. Her skin warmed as hell clouded her vision slightly fading between the flames and the study. She could hear the hellhound scratching at the door whining and whimpering.

Dean and Sam walked back toward the house as it started to get dark leaving the car work for another day. But when they found it locked they shared a quick look.

"Anya!" dean hopped off the back porch and ran around to the front. While Sam tried breaking in the door only to find she made sure it stayed bolted shut. The windows were locked as Sam tried to break in. She was there sitting in a chair with the bottle in hand and gun not going unmissed on the table.

"Anya!"

Dean brought out his phone and speed dialed Bobby.

"What do you idjits want I'm on my way back now?"

"She's in there getting drunk and she's got a gun." Dean said.

"What. Wait who?"

"Anya. She found your good stuff and now she's in there drinking the bottle and there's a gun on the desk Bobby. She's locked us out and good. We need to get in." Dean told him.

"Try getting in through the second floor there's a ladder in the shed. I'll be there in a few minutes." Bobby said.

Dean and Sam ran for the shed to get the ladder as Anya continued to drink the bottle down feeling it settle in her stomach. Her hands shook. Outside Dean and Sam had gotten the ladder to the first window and found it locked. Sam climbed down the ladder as fast as possible and moved to the next. Bobby was speeding down the road kicking up dust behind him.

Another window locked.

Another mile cleared on the road.

Another sip.

Another hallucination.

There was a demon standing in her face and it was beginning to smile and laugh at her. "I knew we'd get to you. You were too weak to handle it till the last day. Did you really think the Winchesters could help you?" Anya gripped her chest as her heart felt like it was being squeezed. It was the demon was holding it in his hand. He was poking and prodding.

Bobby could see the boys working trying to get in from the side window only to find it locked once again. Bobby grabbed the gun out of his glove box and checked it before jumping out of the car. Anya had the gun in her hand now bringing it to her temple.

There was a loud bang and a shatter.

Anya lay on the floor sobbing and laughing in her drunk shaking state. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Bobby took the gun from her kicking it across the room.

"The devil went down to Georgia looking for a soul to steal and he found mine. In less then three weeks I belong to hell." The tears poured down her cheeks.

"Just end it. I can't do it. Finish off now." The pale blue eyes had more pain, sorrow, and grief, then anyone her age should. The boys stood in the remains of the doorway. "Sam take her up stairs put her to bed and lock the door. Make sure she can't get out." Bobby told him.

Anya collapsed on the bed as Sam moved to pull off her shoes. "Sam just pull the trigger. You can save me. You can make it stop make all the pain go away." She whispered.

"That's not saving you." Sam said dropping her boot to the ground and making sure there were no remaining weapons in the room before locking her in.

Back down stairs Bobby looked at the drained bottle and frowned. It was the only bottle I had. How the hell did she get her hands on it?" he grumbled. "Your girlfriend's mind is twisted."

"What did she say?" dean asked.

"Something about the devil going to Georgia to steal a soul." Bobby told him.

"I know that song. It's called the Devil Went Down To Georgia." Sam said.

"Walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean told him.

Upstairs Anya had slipped into an alcohol fueled nightmares of hell. Where souls, demons, and skeletons grabbed at her. Tortured her made her beg and cry and scream at the top of her lungs. Her skin burned and her heart wouldn't stop hurting. She voice screamed raw and her pleas gone unheard as they watched and laughed.