Walking out of the club he held his shoulders high finally feeling like one of the cool kids, or cool demons he laughed to himself.

Finally after weeks of no one believing his story of what went down at the cabin, weeks of everyone laughing in his face when he told them how he'd faced down true evil. Of course he was well aware of the fact the when the girl Bea had turned her eyes of fire and ice to him, he had all but shit his pants and nearly bowed down at her feet so scared was he of the power coming from her. Still as no one else had survived then no one had to hear the truth, who wanted to hear the truth in a good story anyway. Now after a couple of local news stations had been covering the story of the mysterious girl with her bow who had been spotted in towns where strange events were reportedly happening, the demons who'd heard his story were now dying to hear the details of his big showdown.

A sudden presence behind him and he turned quickly, eyes flashing black ready to fight. Only there would be no fight as before him stood the Angel Castiel.

Castiel moved forward placing his hands on his shoulders and he had no time to fight back before a flash of white enveloped them.

When he came too he felt bound. Not physically bound, although he did find himself restrained tightly with iron chains to a chair in the middle of a dark room. No what bound him was the Devils trap that decorated the floor at his feet and looking up he saw it mirrored above him on the ceiling and he felt vulnerable as he finally looked out into the darkroom and met the eyes of a man he'd heard stories of, Dean Winchester.

"So rumour has it you've got a good story to tell?"

He sat still and kept his mouth shut. All demons knew of the Winchesters, knew of Dean's time spent in the pit as Alastair's star pet, so he also knew that this was not going to end well for him.

"What you got nothing to say?" Dean asked moving forward with his arms opened questioningly "you've got a willing audience here" a sarcastic smile played across his face disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.

The demon shifted slightly in his seat trying to get comfortable as the iron burned at his wrists.

"We killed you you know? Like a lot" he laughed bitterly looking further into the darkened room to find Sam and Cas "And you" he nodded at Sam "Over and over and over"

Sam and Dean shared a confused look that gave him a moment of pride before he continued "The first time she cried like a baby as she watched the life bleed out of you. The second time she went into shock, seems seeing your fellas die twice is a little too much for the brain to process" he laughed remembering her kneeling on the grass her eyes wide with shock "God knows how long she'd of stayed there too had Rusty not..." He paused for dramatic effect, if this was going to be the last time he told a story then he was going to tell it well "shot her".

Dean staggered back slightly, a wave of panic crossed his face.

Sam pushed off the wall and strode from the darkness to stand in front of Dean "You shot her?" he questioned. He seemed to be thinking something through before saying "You're lying. We've had sightings, we've seen security footage and Bea wasn't hurt"

The demon threw his head back and laughed "That was before she went all Queen of the Darkness on us and healed herself. This was when she was just a scared pathetic girl all alone in the woods"

Sam's face pinched in, his eyes furious "Just a pathetic girl?" He strung out the words "So you shot her!?" he yelled.

"Only a flesh wound" the demon smiled at Sam "Orders were to have a little fun. Injure not kill".

Dean stood just behind his brother, his eyes seeming to follow words around the floor as he struggled to take it all in. The thought of Bea being tormented, hurt...the guilt of not being there to protect her was so great that he struggled to take it all in.

"Whose orders?" Sam demanded to know stepping forwards, rage coming off him like waves.

The demon gulped as the large man neared him "Look I honestly don't know. We all just felt the calling and followed what the voices told us"

"The calling?"

"Yeah, the call to help set something in motion"

"That something being Bea" Sam spoke the question almost to himself

"Look I don't know, all I know is we were to go play with this little girl" this statement seemed to get him Dean's full attention again as his head snapped up to stare at the demon "So we went. She put up a fight let me tell you" he purred licking his lips.

Dean flew past Sam and nearly knocked the demons head off with a fierce right hook.

Spitting blood on the floor he raised his head to look at Dean and smiled, blood covering his teeth as he spoke "She fought well til you started dying in front of her. Hell you even killed each other sometimes" he laughed looking between the brothers "Over who gave it to her better as I recall"

Dean had the blade in his shoulder before he even had time to enjoy his own wit. It hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before and he ground his teeth together hard as the blade was roughly pulled from his flesh. Shame, he thought to himself, he'd always liked this meat suit.

"How long?" Dean asked through clenched teeth

"You mean how long were we playing with your girl while you were hanging out with your fellow boyband members?" The demon had been impressed by Bea's stamina, he couldn't imagine many, if any, people lasting out for as long as she had "Eleven days, I have to admit I was impressed" he said seriously looking Dean in the eye.

"And then?" Dean asked, his voice unsteady as though he didn't really want to know the answer.

"Pure evil" the demon spat the words in Dean's face "All hail the Queen of Darkness".

He should of known it was coming, he'd invited it, yet as the blade broke its way through skin and bone he couldn't help but feel disappointed that he hadn't died that day at the cabin, killed by true power rather than by the hand of a Winchester.