I stopped about five miles away from the compound, hiding the Charger in the same place I hid the motorcycle way back when. From there, I got to work. Clothes could stay in the car, and the pistol…

I considered it for a moment, and eventually shoved it in to the back of my jeans. I wanted to have at least one bullet to put between Ketch's eyes when I was done with him.

The gun was a Hunter's weapon, though, and I wasn't here as a Hunter. Every Hunter I really knew was either dead or hiding or… Or worse. I took a look at a clip, remembering who I was and why I was here. I wasn't a Hunter. I wasn't one of the Men of Letters.

I was walking in to that compound as a witch; as a force they'll never control. They tried to, but they failed. They couldn't get past the monster they expected me to be. And now…

Now they were gonna pay. Now they would really see what a monster looked like; a monster that could shoot fireballs as easily as they did bullets. These fucks… They killed Mick. They killed my best friend. They killed Eileen. They tried to kill me. They… They killed Sam and Dean. They destroyed Mary.

They were going down. No mercy. Not anymore.

I was done being good; being kind and merciful and thinking or believing that anything about me could be on the good guys. Crowley was dead. Lucifer was about to take over. Sam and Dean were dead. Mary was probably hunting me down as I thought.

But by God, I wasn't going to let these fuckers get away with it. I was going to chase them out of America myself if I had to.

And I was going to burn it all to the ground afterwards. I don't make threats, I make promises, and I was going to follow through on my promise to Ketch.

I got some ingredients prepped for a few miscellaneous spells, pulling out some spare plastic bags I'd gotten at a gas station for quick mixing. From there, they all went in to one of those drawstring plastic backpacks (dear God I loved cheap gas stations), along with multiple spare cartridges of ammo. I didn't plan on using them, but Rowena had given them to me for a reason. I trusted her.

Once I was ready, I made my way to the compound. When I was in range I focused hard, trying to get a hold on the wardings they had. I smiled when I realized that they hadn't been changed. There were two gunmen in front of me, on high alert and looking out for any intruders. I snuck up quietly on them, invisible and silent. They were armed with assault rifles, as was tradition for Men of Letters. I could take their bullets, but their guns were warded. They may not have known I was coming, but they didn't want to take any chances. They knew my tricks.

They just didn't know that I could get in. Mick had never told Ketch.

He hadn't gotten the chance to.

These two would be easy to take out, and from there I could go on and make my way through the entirety of the compound.

Using your magic to take a purposefully life, and succeeding in it, will almost guarantee you a spot in hell. Crowley's voice, in the back of my mind. You haven't crossed that line yet, not fully. Not unless it was in the name of defending yourself, and even then you didn't really kill anyone. Don't do it. Don't cross that line.

"Sorry, Crowley." I muttered, moving forwards. Sometimes, you had to cross a line like that to get things done, and in this case a bullet would gain more attention than a spell. All it would take was a flick of my wrist, my hand making the smallest squeezing motion, and these two guards wouldn't be a problem anymore. No noise. No problems. No nothing.

But still I hesitated. It was a line I had to cross, but I... I didn't quite exactly want to. My family would've wished I hadn't done it in Hunting, with killing a demon. Sam and Dean wouldn't have wanted me to when I started learning witchcraft. Crowley and Rowena, neither of them wanted me to do this.

But they weren't here. Mom and Dad, Art and Josiah, Sam and Dean, Rowena and Crowley… None of them were here anymore, and when I crossed all of those lines I did it for them. I could do it one more time, for Sam and Dean and T.J. and Mick.

More importantly, I could do it for me. I wanted revenge, I wanted my fucking life back, and by God I was going to get it.

I held my hand up, focusing on the two guards and their breathing, when every possible alarm in the compound starting going off behind them. I looked around, as did the guards that weren't aware of my presence yet.

I hadn't tripped up any alarms. I hadn't even entered yet.

"West entrance!" The orders came sharply over their walkie-talkies, courtesy of Dr. Hess. "Hunters at the west entrance! Fan out, cut them off!"

Hunters?

I stepped forwards to put a hand on either of the guards shoulders, and watched them slump to the ground, asleep. I had to hurry if I wanted to get to the other Hunters. I could help.

I started running then, bursting in through the south door and from there following the sound of pistol shots and machine fire. Nobody really stopped me, they were too busy on the enemy they knew about. As I got closer I started to hear voices. Some were shouting commands in a brisk, military-like fashion. Others were angry and righteous, determined to fight and to win.

I stopped once I heard a familiar voice, though, leading the Hunter's charge. When it hit me that I wasn't imagining things, I fucking sprinted closer. "Sam!" I shouted, not giving a damn about who may hear me. I kept moving closer to the shots, and kept shouting for Sam and Dean. They were here. They were alive.

They didn't die.

"SAM!" I shouted, rounding a corner. I could still hear his voice. Two Men of Letters guards turned to look at me in surprise. One kept his aim down a different hallway, whereas the other turned and started firing at me. "SHIT!" I moved back around the corner, taking a deep breath as I pressed my back up against the wall. Nothing had hit, these weren't witch-killing bullets or ones with witchbags in them. Piece of cake.

I felt around the corner, deciding that between shooting them and using magic, it would be easier to use magic. I stuck my hand back at them blindly, hopefully aiming for their feet as the feeling of heat waves sprung from my hands. There were screams, followed by two clean pistol shots. The screams stopped after that.

There was a moment of tense silence as I peeked around the corner. It was clear. They were in the other hallway. "SAM?!" I shouted, inching towards the second corner.

"Kylie?!" He asked, absolutely bewildered. I stopped at the corner, not looking around it just yet.

"If I peek around, I'm not gonna get shot, right?" I asked.

"Depends," an unfamiliar male voice asked. "Are you with the Brits?"

"Yeah, totally." I said sarcastically. "That's why I helped you guys out by lighting their asses on fire after they've been trying to find and kill me for the past month or so." I thought for a moment. "Actually, they've been trying to kill me for longer than that since they've been the one leaking my name out and putting a Supernatural hit on me."

"Yep, it's her." Sam affirmed. I rounded the corner, and saw the younger Winchester at the other end of the hallway. I let out a sigh of relief and sprinted over, almost tackling him with a hug.

"You're alive." I said, grasping him tightly. He pat me on the back before pulling away.

"I could say the same for you." He replied. "Where have you been? We all thought the Men of Letters got you."

"No, but believe me, they tried." I said. "I've been in, ah… Hell. With Crowley, trying to sort this mess out." I looked around, realizing that between the three hunters in front of me, someone was missing. Two someones, in fact. "Where's Dean?" I asked. "And where's… Where's Cas?" I was almost afraid of the answer.

"Dean's fine." Sam said. "Ish. He's with mom."

"Sam, you can't trust Mary." I said quickly. "You need to get a hold of Dean, NOW. Bevell, she," Sam nodded before I could continue.

"I know. We know. Dean's watching her and trying to break her out of it now." Sam explained. I let out a small sigh. Dean was alive and with Mary. Dean wasn't stupid, he could keep Mary under control.

"OK." I nodded as well. "And Cas? Is he still working with the angels on finding Kelly?" I may have still been pissed for that, but I wasn't going to not ask about him. I still… I still cared. And if he was still tracking Kelly, then Lucifer would find him too. Lucifer would rip him to shreds.

"Not exactly." Sam said, pursing his lips for a moment. I feared the absolute worst. "I'll tell you about it in a little bit. Right now, though, we need to finish this."

"Agreed." I said. "But there's more things you need to know too. It's important."

"After we finish this off." Sam repeated. I clenched my teeth slightly, but I understood. One task at a time.

"Alright." I agreed, pulling out the pistol. "For…" I paused, thinking of all the death these people had caused. Good people were dead. People that didn't deserve it. There were too many names to pick just one, at this point. Too many people I probably didn't even know about. I didn't know who I was fighting for at this point, save myself, but that didn't feel right.

"For those who couldn't be here." The woman behind Sam said, stepping forwards. She had brown hair, short, with flecks of grey intermixed. She almost looked like a mom. "Hi, my name is Jody Mills. I've heard a lot of good things about you."

"You're the one that took Claire in." I stated, remembering what I'd been told. "I… I tried to call her. Is she alright?" She nodded, smiling at me.

"Her phone broke while she was on a Hunt. She's fine." Jody took a minute to examine me, thinking. "You're the one that helped save her life." She said the sentence like a mix between a question and a fact. I nodded back, smiling a little as well.

"I've heard a lot of good things about you too." I said, offering a hand. She shook it. "For those who couldn't be here."

"For those who couldn't be here." The other Hunter repeated. "Name's Walt, by the way."

"Nice to meet you." I shook his hand as well.

"Come on," Sam ordered. "We have work to finish."

We blazed through the compound like an avenging angel. We couldn't be stopped. We couldn't be hurt. I made sure we all stayed healed and alive, helping to decapitate guards when needed. Fire to the legs worked quite well. Sam didn't want me killing them either, though. I think… I think that was a line he didn't want to see me cross either, even if he didn't know exactly what it was. However, I could easily sneak up behind them invisible and disarm them of any other weapons, which was useful in acquiring extra firepower on our part.

When we found her, Jody and I approached Hess together. I appeared by her shoulder, tapping it with a false smile. "Hi there, you miss me?"

"Crowley said you were dead." She stated, staring at me in shock. I smiled a little. My gamble had paid off. Ketch hadn't said a word.

"Yeah, and now he's gone too." I reacted quickly after that, punching her in the face. "That was for T.J. you bitch!" I shouted. She recoiled from the impact in to Jody, who gripped her arms from behind. Hess reacted just as quickly to that, though, elbowing her in the face. I ran to Jody first, healing her nose as Hess disappeared in to her office. I smirked at the door as Sam and Walt joined us.

"Locked?" Sam asked. Jody nodded, checking out her nose.

"I can get this." Walt offered. I held up a hand.

"One thing she doesn't know," I said, putting my hand on the door. I smiled. Still the exact same wardings as when I left. I disappeared and reappeared in to her office immediately. "Is that I can get in." I held up my pistol at her before she could run from her computer to her pistol. She looked at me, trying to gauge whether or not I was bluffing.

"You wouldn't shoot me." She stated. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I just appeared in your damn office." I pointed out. "I can, and will, do what I came here to accomplish, you stuck up piece of shit." I took a step backwards, not taking my eyes off of her as I slammed the button for the door to open behind me. The others came in, guns up and ready as well.

"Nice work." Sam said. "Why didn't you shoot her?"

"I want to make sure a message is made." I replied. "I figured you'd want to help with that before she's dead." I took another step back, letting Sam take the lead. Hess glanced between myself and Sam before deciding to focus on the man.

"Listen, Dean," Hess started, and I shook my head at her. Stupid opening move.

"It's Sam." He corrected. "And you must be Hess, I trust. You're in charge of this whole operation?" He looked around for a second, smirking. "Or, uh, what's left of it?"

"Sam, Kylie," she said, looking around at us. "You might think it in your best interest to kill me, to end all of this here," Sam and I exchanged glances, shrugged, and nodded a little bit.

"Yeah, pretty much." I clarified.

"But," Hess continued. "Shooting me now, severing all ties with the British Men of Letters, at this particular moment," she shook her head. "That would be a grievous mistake."

"I doubt it." Sam argued. Hess took a few slow steps to the table near her, not standing behind it but beside it, grabbing a file off the top.

"There are reasons to reconsider." She said, tossing the file towards him. "Things that you don't know." I held up a hand before it reached the peak of its arc, bringing it over to Sam myself so he wouldn't have to look away.

"What are these?" He asked. Hess' next words made my stomach drop.

"Lucifer is back." Sam looked sharply up at her before turning his face to the file and looking at the documents inside. "Yes, Sam. All thanks to your good friend Crowley. Not that it did him much good." She smirked. "Crowley's dead."

Sam looked up in disbelief. "That was what I was going to tell you." I told him slowly, keeping my eyes on Hess. "I'll explain later, I promise."

"You knew?" Sam asked, glancing back towards me. I nodded. "How long?"

"Not long at all." I answered. "I watched Crowley die and I had to run again."

"And the Devil is out looking for his son," Hess added, her voice taking on a slight lilt. "Following in its mother's footsteps, tracking her and your friend," she stopped, pointing at me. "Your boyfriend, the angel." Cas was with Kelly? "If Lucifer gets his hands on that child, they'll be unstoppable. You can't face that alone." She turned her attention back to Sam. "You need us."

Her computer spoke up next, and I looked over at it. She must have been using it to contact her commanding officers. "Listen to her, boy." A male voice said. "Same for you, witch." I gritted my teeth, tempted to shoot the computer. Instead, though, I looked over at Sam. He paused for a moment, thinking. I could see the indecision on his face. I took a sideways step towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Sam," I said, glancing over at him. He was still staring at the computer. I wanted to tell him no, tell him that we didn't need their help and that we could figure this out on our own, like he and Dean tended to. I wanted to tell him that these people lied, that that was all they did, and that the second they had any leeway or freedom they'd turn around and screw us over. I wanted to tell him that they'd kill us the second we stopped being useful. I wanted to tell him that working with these British bastards was what got us in to this mess – what put us in this compound with so many other Hunters and not nearly enough of their people dead – in the first place. I wanted to tell him no, tell him to not take the deal.

But that wasn't my call. I wasn't the one in charge here, and these Hunters wouldn't follow me. They followed Sam. This was Sam's call. "It's your choice." I said, squeezing his arm lightly. Another few moments went by, and Sam had his answer.

"Pass." He said, turning his gun's aim to shoot the computer. The destruction of it was quite wonderful to see, in all honesty. Hess' face contorted in to one of anger at the realization that she had just lost everything.

"You bastard." She hissed, lunging for her gun. I held up a hand, holding her in place roughly against the wall behind her, with her gun just inches out of reach.

"No," I replied. "You and your whole organization are a bunch of bastards. You're going to stay out of America, for good. Do you hear me?"

"We'll be back." She replied, laughing at me. "And we'll be here to kill you, and the Winchesters, and your angel, and the whole lot of you shoddy Hunters."

"I doubt that." I replied, tilting my head to smile at her. It was a dead smile, one that I could see terrified her to the bone. I held up my other hand, palm up, and her unwarded gun floated in to it. "Any last words?" I asked, leveling the gun at her.

"I hope Lucifer absolutely destroys you." She replied. I shrugged, and shot her between the eyes.