Demon's lie. Angel's lie. Hell, even Hunter's lie. But I know who to trust, which is hard in this line of work. So if anyone ever asked me if I was sure, or tried to put doubts in my head, I would know. Dean and Sam Winchester are the only two I can truly trust. Castiel and Bobby. They were my only true family. So tell me...why is it that everyone I love dies?

I pulled my knife out of the demon's body, wiping the blood onto my pants. This was a mess. I sighed and continued farther into the warehouse. I had to do this quick if I wanted to get my wounds stitched up. Being only half demon, I didn't heal like they did. So I went through the assholes quickly. Of course, Crowley was smart. He had an army of demon's guarding his base. It was much harder doing this on my own, but the Winchester's were busy trying to find Kevin Tran. They trusted me to do this on my own, so I had to. I readied my blade before pushing a door open. Nothing. The room was empty. I relaxed before scrunching my nose. It reeked of blood. Must've been a torture room, I thought. I stepped inside, and looked around. Tools littered every surface, and not one inch of the place was clean of blood. I was right. That meant that I was getting close. I turned to exit, only to walk right into a very painful punch to the face. I groaned, stumbling back. In front of me stood another dirty demon. He was smirking.

"Grace Rogers," he hissed.

I rolled my shoulders, wiping the blood from my nose. Then I glared at him. This bastard must be some kind of distraction while Crowley ran. Of course, Crowley wouldn't run from me. I shook my head. Doesn't matter. Holding up my blade, I lunged at the demon. He easily dodged, grabbing my hair as I passed. He pulled me up against him, dragged me to the table, and roughly slammed my head down. He then proceeded to twisted my arm behind my back until I dropped the demon knife. I grunted, putting my other hand on the table next to my head. This was very bad. I struggled, not really getting anywhere. Dammit!

"Wow," he said. "You were easier than I thought."

I growled in response. I wasn't to give the asshole what he wanted. He wanted me to cuss him out; to give him a reason to hurt me. So I kept quiet, thinking of a way out of this. The guy snorted and pulled me upright.

"Come on, bitch. Crowley wants to see you."

He suddenly slammed me down hard enough to knock me out.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the pain in my head. The second was the tightness around my wrists. Looking down, I could kind of see that they were bound. Of course, my vision was still blurry. I shook my head, groaning. Sam and Dean should never trust a hunt to me again. This is what happens. I blinked three times, and looked at my surroundings. A warehouse. That meant that Crowley had me. Shit, I thought. The demon must've made sure the Winchester's couldn't find me. I groaned again and drooped my head. Maybe I could pray to Castiel. No, he's with the brother's. Gabriel? Fuck no! Gabriel would never just help me. He would always want something back. I could get out this by myself. I looked down to see that there was a devil's trap at my feet. My resolve immediately crumbled. Earlier this month, Dean had the idea to test if a devil trap would work on me, seeing as how I'm only half demon. It did. With this information in mind, the boys left me in Bobby's basement for two days.

I sighed and closed my eyes. Gabriel, I mentally prayed. I'm in a bad situation. I need help. I looked around. Nothing. I groaned, rolling my eyes. This was stupid. Castiel was too busy, so I had no choice but to rely on this bastard archangel. One, I might add, that never answers. Suddenly the doors to the room opened, and Crowley waltzed in.

"Hello, Love," he said cheerfully.

I glared at him, not bothering to answer. He was too cheerful. I hated it. He walked toward the table in front of me, and started looking at the tools.

"So, you just burst in here, kill my guards, and expect not to be punished?" he asked.

I tilted my head to the side.

"Just doing my job," I said.

Crowley chuckled. I bet he was pissed. Demons were under his rule. He was the king of Hell after all. So it must've irked him to know that I don't consider him my king. He tied an apron around his waist, and picked up an angel blade. My angel blade. My eyes widened, and I shifted in my seat nervously. Knowing him, he was going to make sure I suffer extremely. He walked toward my, putting the tip of the blade to my shoulder.

"You're job, huh? Those boys are a bad influence."

He shoved the blade into my shoulder, forcing me to scream.