A/N: Thanks so much to DMRA, Eddieizzie, and . . for their continued support. Also welcome to Jenn, curraheegirl, jo-zabby, and my 2 guests. I really appreciate the wonderful reviews (luckily no one flamed me). This chapter is dedicated to all of you.

She came to in a room that she didn't recognize. Wide windows allowed sunlight to light the otherwise dark room with black tile paneling on the walls and a maroon carpet on the floor. Sitting up, she felt the bouncy softness of a bed, something she hadn't felt in nearly two hundred and forty years. A small moan escaped her at the comfort of the bed.

"I remember when I used to cause those little sounds of yours," a voice near the door smiled. Her eyes ticked to the newcomer and a mix of anger and fear filled her. She scrambled back into the pillows until the headboard stopped her.

"Stay away from me," she growled, sounding like a cornered tigress. Ignoring her threat, the King walked around the side of her bed which sent her scrambling away from him.

"How are you feeling, love? Any bumps or bruises? I must say you're much easier to raise than those damn Winchester boys, a little more tame." His words made a shiver go down her spine and shake through her body. It drew his attention. "Oh, silly me," the demon smiled. He snapped his fingers and a pile of clothes appeared at the end of the bed. She eyed them curiously, but didn't dare move. "They're yours, darling. You should get comfortable because you're going to be here a while. It'll be just like old times. Brooke is supposed to serve your every whim, but don't think she won't report to me."

He left her huddled on the bed and went to the door. Opening it, he stepped forward as if to go through than stopped himself.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, love."

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Abaddon couldn't stop pacing her office. She was anxious. Crowley had made a move in months, and her spies hadn't had any sign of him. This was supposed to be easy! Frustration built up and Abaddon flipped her desk over, screaming in rage. Her shoulders heaved with her breathing and she began to kick at the piece of furniture.

She was still rampaging when a new assistant hesitantly knocked on the door. The Queen turned on the young demon, her eyes dead black.

"What?" she growled, stalking toward the intern.

"Crowley has been spotted in Hell, my queen," the demon whimpered. This did little to calm Abaddon.

"Hell is still his domain, you ignorant little slut!" Abaddon roared, making the assistant shrink back in fear.

"B-but he took a soul." This stalled Abaddon in her tracks.

"What?"

"H-he raised a young woman. We don't know what for, however." A loud cackle escaped Abaddon. She began to laugh so hard she had to pause for a huge intake of air.

"Find out who she is," Abaddon ordered, once she had her breath back. "And find out who she is to Crowley."

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Dean woke up in a room that was not the cheap motel room he had fallen asleep in. Instead of the tacky cabin theme, the room had a modern look with wide windows and tile on the walls. Getting out of the bed, Dean's bare feet brushed over the carpeted floor. Before Dean could push off the bed, however, the bedroom door burst pen and Crowley entered, followed by a young girl.

"Isn't it a beautiful morning?" Crowley smiled as the young girl threw back the curtains that covered the windows. Dean stared at Crowley, clearly confused, but the demon didn't feel like clearing up the details. "You sleep like a rock, Squirrel. Did Moose ever complain about your snoring?"

"What the hell is going on, Crowley?" Dean demanded, ignoring Crowley's comment.

"I'm not going to leave my great hero out in the open where Little Red can find him," Crowley informed him, approaching the window and ignoring the hunter.

"Still, kidnapping?" Dean demanded. "That's a little low for you." Crowley ignored the jab and turned to the small demon.

"Katrina, please make sure the arena is ready for Mr. Winchester." The demon nodded and took her leave. When the door clicked closed behind her, Crowley turned to Dean.

"You'd do good to remember you're not in charge anymore." Crowley turned from Dean and went to the door. "I'll see you down in the arena in ten minutes. Welcome back to Hell, Dean."

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Sam Winchester was beyond pissed. The young hunter sat in the middle of the Men of Letter's library with any book the mentioned the words demon and Heaven in front of him. Yawning, he dragged a hand down his face as his vision began to blur.

The door to the bunker creaked open and Sam jumped to his feet.

"Dean?" he called, silently praying his brother had returned. Sam knew their relationship was on the rocks, but it wasn't like Dean to at least check in.

"Sam?" a gruff voice answered, followed by the appearance of Castiel at the bottom of the stairs.

"Cas," Sam sighed, happy to see the angel but disappointed it wasn't his brother.

"Sam, where is Dean?" Cas demanded, stepping into the library.

Sam found himself adverting the angel's gaze.

"I don't know," he murmured. Castiel stepped toward the younger Winchester.

"Why do I feel as though you are keeping something from me?" Sam's eyes ticked to Castiel's

"He's an idiot," Sam growled, turning on his heel to go toward the kitchen. This was going to need beer, lots and lots of beer.

A/N: So Sammy officially enters our story along with Cas and Abaddon. Hopefully I will continue to update at least once a week for a while. Those of you who wanted a longer chapter, I hope you aren't disappointed.

Just some quick clarification Dean and our mystery girl *wink, wink* are in a compound located somewhere on Earth. Crowley's reference to Hell is basically what he's gonna put Dean through with this training.

Thanks so much for reading and please drop me a review. They make my day! Until next time, Jo! 3