Angel Face// SPN

Chapter 1

|Melony|
I lay in bed awake. My eyes hurt from being open, but still I lay there. My bed suddenly felt as though it were made of cardboard. My pillow was made of bricks. The only noise you could hear was Dean's light snore, but as time past there came another noise. Not a normal noise that you expect to hear in the middle of the night. No, it would startle any living being that was awake, as it did me.
I quickly grab my smith&wesson, and head to the window where the noise grew a bit louder. I quietly open the window. Alas, the creature making the noise appeared.
"Elizabeth, what are you doing here?" I say whispering to my outrageous friend.
"I had to talk to you." She replies.
"Um, hello? 2017? There's a thing called texting. Plus, I could've shot you." I said.
"I know you wouldn't have." She grins.
The door creaked as it was opened by my brother, Sam.
"What are you doing awake at three in the morning?" He asked me. He turned to Eli, "and what are you doing here?"
"Honestly, are you even surprised at this point?" I ask him.
"You're right. Goodnight, Melon head. Goodnight, Elizabeth." Sam says.
She nods, "Goodnight."
"Anyway, I came because I think someone is following me." She informs me after Sam had exited the room.
"Okay. Sam and Dean will go check it out first thing in the morning, but for right now, lets sleep." I say grabbing the air mattress. I lay down to sleep, and luckily my bed no longer felt like cardboard.

The morning was like most. I went downstairs and ate cereal while Sam did research and Dean lectured Eli for coming in a hunter's house without notice first.
"What if she would've shot you?" He asks her.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Now, can i finish my cereal?" Eli asks somewhat sympathetically.
Dean rubs his temples. "Yeah. Okay."
"But guys, you have to go to Eli's house before you find another case. She thinks someone's been stalking her." I say.
"For how long?" Dean asks.
"I don't know. Almost a month?" Eli answers him.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam says concerned.
"I thought I was being dramatic, a drama queen." She says.
"You're not being a drama queen unless you're Dean." I say.
Dean glares at me. "Alright. Everybody ready?" He asks.
|Elizabeth|
We drove to my house which is only 15 minutes away from Melony's. Melony and I were in the back while Dean drove and Sam sat in the passenger seat.
As we drove to my house, I could see the outline of man, or maybe a really big woman.
"Do you recognize him?" Dean asks.
"No, it was a different person, well demon." We head closer to the creature, but as soon as he saw the impala he ran.
"Son of a bitch. He recognized us, how?" Dean questions.
"I don't know. Follow him." Sam orders. Dean turns the corner attempting to follow, but as soon as we caught up, there was no one there. Not even a clue to where he could've gone.
I sigh. "We'll try again tomorrow?"
"Of course," Melony said.

They all stayed at my place hoping that the demon would be back. In the meantime, Sam and Dean demon-proofed my house.
"Eli?" Dean called out, "Where's the salt? We need more."
"It's out back. I'll get it." I offer.
I go to my shack and search for the stacks of salt. As I reach my hand towards a container, a voice startles me.
"Hello Elizabeth." Says the man. I stare at him. Trying to studying every single one of his aspects. He wore a black suit, and had an amazing accent. "I belive you have something which won't let my demons posses you. Am I right?"
I show him my tattoo of an anti-possession symbol. "The Winchesters taught me well."
"Ah, the Winchesters. Sam and Dean, I assume? And their adorable little sister? Yes, they are quite... extraordinary." he says thoughtfully. I try to think quickly.
"What do you want? Who are you?" I ask.
"You'll know what I want soon enough, as for who I am, well, I'm king of Hell."

know for sure now he's dangerous, so I reach over for my salt-filled gun and attempt to shoot him, but as soon as I aim he's gone. King of Hell must've had somewhere to be.
My thoughts go to Bobby, and to what he would say in this situation. He would have such comforting, intelligent, words of wisdom to say such as:
Balls.
I go to the living room to tell them of the strange visitor, but he was already there.
"Eli," Dean says, "I've heard you met Crowley."
"Yeah. He's, uh, a friend of yours?" I ask.
"We're besties." Crowley informs me.
I must be dreaming. I blink a few times in hopes that I wake up. Okay, I'm not dreaming.
"So, you're actually King of Hell?"
"Indeed."
"But," Dean insisted, "he's actually an okay guy. I know, weird." He said. The tone in his voice didn't necessarily agree with him.
"Anyways, I hope you'll reconsider my offer. " Crowley tells them as he vanishes one last time.
"Offer? Like a demon deal?" I ask.
"Yeah pretty much. Nothing to worry about though." Sam says shrugging it off, while Dean chugs another whole bottle of beer.
"What did I miss?" Melony asks, "Sorry, I was upstairs the whole time." This didn't surprise me. We've become quite comfortable in each other's homes.
"Have you met Crowley?" I question her.
"For like five minutes. He creeps me out." She replies.
"Same."