Nothing went according to any plan they made. Kat left the Winchesters to their devices, sticking closer to Bobby and helping out where he needed her and where the rest of the world needed their best ghost hunter. Kat was used to that. However, it was what she had picked up as something of a side hobby that made her days different. And it was today's "guest" that made things especially different. When she was leaving a house, all nice and clean of spirits, she would pick up a demon. The nearest one to her that she could identify. Sometimes they were tips from the city folk, sometimes they were just conveniently there, and sometimes it was a tip off from other hunters.

She had been doing this for nearly a month and a half and had taken in "three" guests. She asked them a few questions, gave them delusional hopes, and then she crushed it with an exorcism. Someone had taken her friend, and she wanted to know who and why. Sam and Dean were busy with angels on their backs and demons crippling them every step of the way -she avoided brining up what had happened at Carthage as much as she wanted to. She had seen them only last week when they stopped by to meet up with Cas their half-brother and hadn't that day just been peachy-keen.

It was their fate to deal with the collapsing world. It was Kat's to clean up the little forgotten messes and keep children and families safe from evil spirits. That was her place in this world. She had accepted it. Dealing with angels and everything else that the Winchesters were coping with -was way too much for her. Leaping around in time, both to the future and to the past, and dealing with angel-assassins… No.

This was a lot easier to work with. Holy water and salt were the only items she used for these pleasant little chats. It wouldn't hurt the host. Their lips might be just a little dried out, but they wouldn't be thirsty at least. It was her fourth guest that proved the most useful.

"Alyssa Jones!" he shrieked, flinging himself away from the glass of water -not that he was able to move very far away, considering he was tied to a chair and there was a Devil's Trap drawn around him. "I know where she is! I know who has her!"

"Who?" Kat demanded coldly, watching the demon wriggle. Her heart leapt from her chest in hope, and she could only pray that he wasn't going to crush them. She shouldn't have let the hope start, probably but it was too late now.

"C-Crowley!"

Two Months Earlier

Alyssa woke up slowly, turning slightly. The bed sheets whispered with her movement, sliding across her skin and she sat up. Golden silk sheets fell back with her movement, lying harmlessly on the very comfortable bed. Uneasiness crawled over her flesh, leaving a ridge of Goosebumps in their wake as she got out of bed. The plush carpet beneath her feet was a deep maroon, helping brighten the beige walls with the one lamp that was at the other side of the room. A gigantic wardrobe sat in the corner, nearly ominous in its presence it hardly dwarfed the room. She set a hand on her bare arm, looking around to find her jacket freshly cleaned and hanging on the back of a chair next to a matching desk.

This place was not normal. It was nowhere she had ever been, nowhere she would ever stay. This was far too rich and expensive for her. And then the door was opening, wide and silent as bright light spilled into the room. An average sized man walked in, his hair receding and wearing a very fine black suit and he had to be the owner of this fine place.

"Well let's just get this out of the way shall we?" he drawled, his eyes flashing black.

With a shriek she drew back from him, desperately looking around for a weapon she could use but there were none in her reach.

"Really, do they always have to be this melodramatic? I'm wounded."

"What do you want with me?" Alyssa whimpered, drawing back. "D-don't touch me!" she cried out as he took a step towards her.

"Trust me sweetheart, you're not my type," he replied, bending down so they were eye level.

"Then why am I here?"

"Let's just call it… insurance. A back-up plan."

"Back-up plan?" she repeated numbly, staring at him.

"Don't fret the details, darling," he said, getting back up to his feet. "Now we don't have time for all this nonsense. You're to remain here, if you need anything... don't. We'll feed you, three meals a day. You have a comfy bed... What more could you ever ask for?" He flashed an insincere smile at her.

"I'll go crazy!" she protested. There would be nothing to do but count... ceiling tiles or something. "You can't lock me in here!"

"Oh trust me, I can and I have. Ta-ta." He walked out the doors and it was with heavy finality that they slammed together, Alyssa staring at them brokenly.

She was going to die. She didn't know why, or what for, what she had even done... but that man, that demon, would kill her. The knowledge alone was enough to drive her mad with fear. But she wasn't going to let it overpower her.

Within three days, she realized how utterly alone she was. Jo and Ellen were gone. From what whispered conversation she had overheard from her guards, Dean and Sam had made it out alive. No word on Kat. Demons weren't interested in ghost hunters. She wiped at her eyes, perched on her bed. There was nothing she use as a weapon, nothing handy, nothing iron. Nothing that would do a lot of damage. She could try ripping her wardrobe apart, but she expected that it would do more damage to her. Her window was sealed tight. The door was locked except for when food was delivered and there were two guards at hand all hours of the day.

Two Weeks Ago

Alyssa was beginning to fear that she was losing her mind when she heard the sound of fighting. Loud cries, death screams, that howling whoosh of a demon fleeing the scene... And then there was silence as blood pooled under her door. She crouched behind the bed. This wasn't... Something was going on. The door flew open and an unfamiliar woman strode in, her dark hair a mess, old blood dried into her hair, fresher blood staining her shoes.

She heard the chuckle, felt the demon grab her by the scruff of her neck and hauled her out from her hiding place.

"Well, well, well. Alyssa Jones, isn't it?" She smirked, eyes flashing black. "My, how good it is to see you again."

"Wh-who are you?"

"Oh you don't remember me? I'm so hurt." She pouted, and Alyssa frowned blearily up at the woman -yelling out when the demon slammed her knee into her gut. "We had so much fun last time." A second blow followed, stealing the breath from her lungs. The demon let her fall. "You were so worried about little Sammy, knew it wasn't really him... You know, some people were real upset when they didn't get to see you."

Alyssa coughed weakly, attempting to move away but her body wouldn't cooperate.

"Name's Meg, you know, the one the one that possessed Sammy and tried to kill you?" She grinned down at her. "They didn't believe me, when I said I'd found you. But here you are."

"What do you want?" she groaned.

"Oh I just want my reputation back. He's the one who wants you," she laughed delightedly.

Meg hauled her from the mansion effortlessly, and from her position, Alyssa was able to see that the building was burning to rubble. There were some other demons with this one, stoic and average as they trailed after them. Alyssa didn't fight. It didn't save her any pain though, as the demons made sure to have their fun with her as they hauled her around. They'd drop her on occasion trod on her frail, exhausted body at every chance they got -and they made sure that she never really got all the sleep she needed. The car rides were heaven; the most comfortable that she ever got with her hands tied back and two demon guards on either side of her -but they let her rest up under Meg's command. Apparently, whoever they were going to go and see was someone that wanted her in one functioning piece. She got her first night of undisturbed sleep in two days.

And it was as blissful as it could get, minus the fact that she was being kidnapped again and was surrounded by demons taking her someplace unknown where she could very well end up dying. Demons were bad news. But the exhaustion and stress were too much for her, and she fell asleep. She slept most of the next day away too, only waking up at a rough prod where a boxed sandwich and a bottle of water were rudely shoved into her hands. She ate like a starved woman and downed the water before dozing back off. She considered using a bathroom break for an escape run, but something told her that Meg wouldn't be letting her out of her sight. The attempt at an escape run might result in things far more unpleasant than what she was already enduring.

The car pulled up outside a very fancy condominium. Alyssa was dragged outside, stumbling along after her man-handler as she was dragged to an elevator and they went up to the sixth floor. They went down to the twelfth room, where Meg shoved the door open and hauled Alyssa in after her. The place was tidy to the point that it almost looked unlived in. There was a huge flat screen tv plastered against the wall, the volume low enough that all she could hear was the dim beat of music and indistinct voices.

"What on -?" a man's voice came, and Alyssa could hear the tv flick off as a chair creaked and an all-too-familiar face reappeared.

She gasped, staring at Tyson Brady. She saw shock and wonder cross his face, and then he grinned. He glanced at Meg.

"What's this all about now?"

"Your deal," she replied, smirking, her hand tightening around Alyssa's arm. "I've delivered. You got the supply ready?"

"Of course. It'll be done as soon as needed."

"He wants you to start shipping whether or not your master is ready."

"Oh definitely. I'll have them out tomorrow," he grinned, turning his gaze back to her. There was a solid wave of panic fighting in her stomach, threatening to claw its way out already. "Now, let me see my pretty little girlfriend. It's been so long," he crooned, stepping towards her, wearing that arrogant grin.

Alyssa didn't even stop to think about it. It was a reaction, more than anything else. To seeing him after all these years. She slapped him as hard as she could, her hand tingling with numbness as she stared into his cold, hard eyes. And then he was chuckling and she watched with growing horror as his eyes flashed black.

"Meg, dear, leave. I can handle her."

"You sure?" There was an almost teasing jibe to that question, barbs buried within it and apparently Brady wasn't the only one who knew it.

"Get out!" he barked.

Alyssa was shoved forward, directly into his grasp as Meg left. And suddenly, she kind of wished that the other woman was back as she struggled in his grasp.

"Stop," he growled.

"How long?" she demanded, still struggling. There was no way. This was the Brady that had hit her. And god, what about her actual boyfriend? The human that was still imprisoned within him? It had been years. She felt tears prick the corner of her eyes.

"Since spring break," he replied with a cruel smirk.

"Why?!"

"Well, Sam was getting a little comfy and I needed someone close who could get the deed done. He was growing soft! Between you and that blonde bitch…"

"No," she whispered, almost pleadingly.

"Oh yes," he laughed. "Jess let me in. She had a nice fresh batch of cookies in the oven. For Sam, of course. Always Sam. So I did my good duty, as Sam's friend. She was getting in the way."

"No, B-Brady…"

"Between you and her… well I thought for sure that Sam was going to stick around for you. With your little heartsick puppy eyes you made at him every time and I know he felt the same way. But, wow, he abandoned you. Still, you're a loose end."

"What?" she whispered, her voice cracking as she stepped back from his grasp. "What-what do you mean?"

Brady smirked. "I put the hit out on you, that if anyone found you, to have you arrested and that way I would have enough time to get there. But you got away before I got the chance to show up. Unfortunate, but it happens. And here you are, again, in the flesh. I almost thought you were dead, but I kept hearing all these whispers. With the Harvelles gone, so much easier to find you my dear," he laughed.

"No," she whispered, stepping back further. He followed.

There was no way she was going to die. And there was absolutely no way that she was going to let Brady be the one to kill her. He had killed her best friend and destroyed her life. Sam's too, really. And he didn't even care. As she backed away into the kitchen, keeping one eye on him and watching peripherally to find a weapon of some sort, she realized that the man she had dated and liked if not loved, was still there. She would have to exorcism him in order to save Brady because this man in front of her, although he looked like Brady, definitely wasn't.

But what was she supposed to do about that? A regular exorcism probably wouldn't work. What was she supposed to do? Just kill him? That wasn't something she could accept. Brady was still there. This demon had killed Jess, had hurt her, had cut Sam from her life -but that was the demon and not Brady. What kind of shape would Brady be in anyways, even if they managed to get him out? He had been possessed by a demon for five years, at least. Maybe longer. Was there anything left of Brady?

"Oh this is too precious," he laughed. "You're such a good little girl, Aly, always trying to save people. Really. There's nothing left of Brady, he's a dried out husk. I took what he had to give and then I killed what I didn't need."

"I don't believe you!" she shouted, grabbing the first knife she found. "He's still there."

"Really?" he snorted. "After everything I did, you still want to save him? A knife won't do you any good, unless you're trying to kill him. Because really, that's as good a way to go as any."

"You are not him. Brady was a good man!" she cried desperately.

He laughed. "Really?" He reached around behind her and she skittered out of the way, turning to see the knife he had grabbed. He flashed her an arrogant smirk just as he drove the blade into his own stomach.

Sorry for how long it's taken to update. Had some troubles with this chapter. Enjoy!