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xi.

Becky was sitting outside her reunion, drinking. She was very good at looking upset. Garth and I watched from the next room, blending in since we had no target on our heads.

"Becks! You missed the party." A black man in a suit approached her, he fit the description Sam gave us.

"Yeah well... weird night." Becky put her drink down. I texted the boys the the trap was in process. Garth went ahead of me to go watch Becky while I let the boys in the back door.

Dean came in first, then Sam followed. He smiled at me awkwardly, then went past me. I shut the door quietly then caught up just in time to see Becky light the devils trap.

"Blueberry vodka." Garth showed off our flammable drink, "The answer to all life's problems."

"You see that, Sam!" Becky rushed over jumping around, "I did it just like we said! I am awesome! I-I'll be over here." Dean and I step up.

"Dean Winchester." The demon looks over at Dean, "What an honor, this is really thrilling. Can I get your autograph?"

"Sure. I'll, uh, carve it into your spleen." Dean replied, showing off his demon killing knife. "Before that, how are you running your scam?"

"Well, how do you mean, Dean?" The demon smiled innocently.

"Signing 10 year deals then snuffin' 'em that week." Sam explained.

"Well, I would never." He scoffs, "Rules of the Road: I never lay a hair on any of my clients."

"We know, so how are you cheating it?" I spoke up. Sam and Dean glared at me.

"Oh, and who are you?" The demon, previously declared as Guy, smiled at me. I didn't answer.

"You heard her, how are you scamming these people?" Dean asked again.

"I'm not a cheater. I'm an innovator. It's called a loophole, you moron. Yes, when a person bargains away his soul, he gets a decade, technically. But accidents happen." Guy smirked.

"So you're arranging accidents, then collecting early?" Sam clarified.

"Oh please, white gloves." He showed off his manicured nails, "I don't get my hands dirty. Which is why it is so important to have a capable intern."

Suddenly a white man with a pony tail appeared next to him. He pushed us all back, throwing us across the room. I landed in a drum set. I hit the ground pretty hard, it was difficult to lean up but I saw Garth slumped, knocked out cold in the corner. Then I saw Dean holding his elbow after hitting a wooden beam, and Sam crawling back up from the table he smashed.

I stayed low. I pretended to be knocked out for the moment. They wouldn't go for me, not at first. I had some time to think. I watched his intern break the devils trap and Dean finally stood up.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis—" Dean started to speak the exorcism. He didn't get far before Guy had him at the throat.

"Becky, run!" Sam called out, seeing as his intern started to advance on him. Becky raced out the back door.

The intern made a twist with his wrist and Sam began to choke. I couldn't let it happen, I saw Dean's knife a few feet away so I made a break for it while they were both preoccupied. I grabbed the knife then sunk it into the intern's back. His insides glowed red before he fell down.

"Whoa." I muttered, that was my first kill. I couldn't move for a second. Sam grabbed the knife out of his back and threw it to Dean. Sam grabs my shoulders and pulls me back. It was a small gesture but it made me feel so safe. Dean catches it then holds it against Guy's  throat.

"How many deals you got cooking in this town, Madoff?" Dean firmly holds the knife, Guy backs off.

"Fifteen." He admits.

"Yeah, well, call them off, or I'll cut my own loophole in your throat." Dean threatens.

"Oh, crap." Guy mutters. An older man with a 5 o'clock shadow and a suit had just popped into the room. The air felt uncomfortable.

"Yeah, you said it. You're in a world—" Dean kept going.

"Hello, boys." The man says. Dean glances behind his shoulder.

"Oh, crap." Dean mutters then slips around Guy, keeping his knife to his throat.

"Sam, mazel tov. Who's the lucky lady?" He asks. Sam squeezes my shoulder a little tighter, "Seriously where is she? I'd love to meet her. I would say its this lovely lady but she is way out of your league. And a-" he sniffs the air quickly, "definitely a virgin. She's a bit more my type than yours."

"Who are you?" I asked, highly uncomfortable at the information he just leaked.

"Sweetie, I'm the King of Hell, Crowley." He smiled, taking a step forward.

"Ah, another step, and I'll Colombian necktie your little friend here." Dean threatened.

"Please, don't let him get off that easy." Crowley rose an eyebrow, shifting his focus.

"Sir, I don't think that you—" Guy started but Crowley wouldn't have it.

"I know exactly what you've been doing. A little birdie named Jackson sold you out, e-mailed all the juicy deets to my suggestion box." Crowley said, Guy looked down for a second at his intern. "I assume... That's my whistle-blower? Shame. Had a future. Unfortunately, you don't."

"I was just—" Guy pleaded.

"There's only one rule – make a deal, keep it." Crowley rose his voice.

"Well, technically, I didn't—" Guy tried talking himself out of it.

"This isn't Wall Street! This is Hell! We have a little something called integrity. This gets out, who'll deal with us? Nobody! Then where are we?" Crowley yelled at him.

"I don't know." Guy sighed.

"That's right. You don't. Because you're a stupid, shortsighted little prat. Now, hand the jackass over. I'll cancel every deal he's made." Crowley snarled.

"What are you gonna do with him?" I asked.

"Make an example of him. Fair trade, right? We all go our separate ways. No harm done." Crowley showed his clean hands.

"What, out of the goodness of your heart?" Sam questioned.

"Years of demons nipping at your heels, haven't seen one for months. Wonder why?" Crowley shrugged.

"We've been a little busy." Dean glanced back at me.

"Hunting Leviathan – yes, I know. That's why I told my lads to stay clear of you meatheads." Crowley said. Leviathan? What the hell is that?

"Rip up the contracts first." Dean bargained.

"Done..." Crowley snapped his fingers, "and done. Your turn."

"No, no, no, no. Let—" Guy begged but Dean pushed him towards Crowley.

"Pleasure, gentlemen. And woman." Crowley smiled then him and Guy disappeared. I looked at the two guys who had a ton of explaining to do.

"What'd I miss?" Garth got up from being knocked out. Again, how is he alive?