Falling or Flying (Completed) *currently editing*

Killer Queen

I walked through the door in my floor length ball gown and waltz across the floor adorned in my jewels. As I twirled through the dance floor Dean swiftly followed me to the bar where I carefully sat.

"Martini please" I cooed to the bartender. Dean ordered a bourbon. As we sipped our drinks we watched for our target.

And within minutes she waltzed across the floor like she was queen of the world. Deans jaw dropped slightly at her. I don't think he was expecting what he saw.

There she was. The one who killed Molly's family. A witch, why she wanted her we still don't know. But there she was.

Before we knew it she was making her way to the bar. She sat between Dean. Of course she'd fall right to him.

"I'm sure I'm being far too forward." She said leaning an elbow on the bar looking me over.

"Do you want to dance?" She said smiling. That's a plot twist. Dean looks very surprised sitting behind her.

"I'd love to" I said taking her hand to the ballroom floor.

She took the lead twirling me around the floor with the music of the band playing loudly. She was powerful. But no match to me, even if I wasn't a nephilim.

"What do you say we get out of here? My hotel room is upstairs." I said producing a key.

"I thought you'd never ask" she said smiling at me.

Dean followed soon after going into the adjoining room. She quickly got a start on what she wanted from our encounter. She quickly dove for my lips.

I led her to the bed leaving our gowns carelessly on the floor. As soon as I got her on the bed I cuffed her to it. Rendering her powerless.

"What are you doing? What is this?" She said trying to shake loose. I walked to the door and let dean in.

"Why did you kill the family and kidnap the nephilim?" I said walking to the bed with an angel blade in hand.

"I didn't kill them but I took the child yes" she said with her voice cracking. Real fear in her eyes.

"I'm a white witch I swear." She said tears streaming down her face.

"Are we buying this?" Dean said holding a gun to the small witch.

Slowly I lowered my hand to her head. Concentrating not to hurt her. Sitting through her memories of the day Molly was taken. I saw it all clearly. She was innocent.

"She didn't kill them" I said pulling away leaving her panting.

"I didn't know it was a nephilim until I took her." She pleaded.

"So what happened?" Dean said lowering his gun at my cue.

"I was meeting with the family about the baby. Something was wrong with her. They wanted help. And then the angel showed up. I was knocked out. I woke up covered in blood with a screaming baby up stairs. I grabbed her and I ran. All I remembered is red eyes" she said as I removed her restraints and handed her a robe.

We decided to let her go. She was innocent. There was no point to kill her. Dean was hesitant but agreed.

"So it has to be a demon." He said as we drove back to the bunker.

"It almost has to be. Red eyes is crossroads though" I said reading through a lore book.

"You didn't bring Crowley back did you?" He asked questioning me.  His green eyes looking off the road to force an answer from Me.