Anger rose in my chest.

"She's out of Hell?" I asked standing up.

"Yeah-she kind of has us stuck...I was thinking you could just you know-come over and kill her ass." I stayed quiet.

"I'll be there in a minute." I hung up and walked upstairs. I changed out of my pj's and grabbed my bag full of weapons. I took a deep breath...

"Please don't lose control," I said closing my eyes. When I opened them I stood in an empty warehouse. Well, a not so empty warehouse. Sam and Dean were stuck to a wall. I dropped my bag on the ground.

"Cansas! I didn't call you. Get out of here!" Dean said trying to get off the wall.

"Where is she?" I asked ignoring him.

"Cansas." Someone purred from behind me. I clenched my fists and turned around. There stood a woman with short light brown hair. She would have looked completely normal if it wasn't for the rotting face underneath the human she wore.

"I see you got a new change of clothes." She smiled and twirled.

"You like it? I just got it a few weeks ago. Got to say. It looks good on me." She said as her eyes turned black.

"What did you get a downgrade? I remember your eyes having red in them." Quinn frowned a bit before smiling again.

"Well, that will happen when you piss off a Prince of Hell...Good thing you're friends over there killed him for me."

"Cansas! Get out of-" Quinn snapped her fingers and Sam's voice was gone.

"I've been looking for you for, well-forever...We need to have a talk." I nodded my head as Quinn's eyes turned back to the human's hazel color.

"We can talk all you want once you let them go." Quinn shrugged and the brothers fell to the ground. I turned to face them.

"I'll talk to you two later. I promise." And in the blink of an eye, I sent them to a local diner. I then turned back to Quinn who had a smirk on her face.

"You could do so much more than make things disappear with your powers."

"I've had a taste of what that is and I don't want it. What did you want to talk about before I kill you?" Quinn chuckles and starts to walk over to me. I pulled Cathetel's angel blade out of my jacket and hold it up at her.

"Stop moving or I'll stab you."

"Of course. Your rules." She held her hands up and took one big step back.

"Anyway. I was sent to find you. Quite honestly I was over you when I got thrown back into Hell. For the third time."

"Who sent you?" She smiled and clapped her hands.

"Only your daddy dearest. He is so excited to meet you. That worm is the reason I got thrown into Hell so many godforsaken times."

"I don't care-" Quinn cut me off. "Of course you don't. You only care about killing me."

"You killed my mother and father. You made my life a living hell!" I growled making her roll her eyes.

"Yes, yes I know. And you can kill me all you want after I get you to your father."

"You mean Crowley?"

"Bingo. Some demons just don't know when to shut their mouths, do they?"

"How about he comes here." Quinn groaned and rolled her head back.

"Come on, kid. You're making this a lot harder than it should be," She looked back to me. "Do you really want to disturb him? He has to deal with this whole apocalypse thing right now."

When she saw I wasn't moving she slouched a bit. "Fine. How about we set a date? Does...after Lucifer rise sound good? I'm sure you'll be free then? And he should be super free. He won't be out collecting souls or anything."

"I hope Crowley understands that when we meet I'll kill him too." Quinn crossed her arms.

"No, you won't. Because you want to know the million dollar question, why?" I stood their quietly.

"Well, it's been fun. But Crowley should be expecting me. I'll see you in Hell." She waved goodbye and before I could stop her she was gone. I growled in anger and punched the cement wall closest to me. I reeled back in pain.

Why didn't I just kill her when I had the chance! I could have snapped her pretty little neck! But now I have to wait. Again. And this time I have another demon on my list.

Looking down at my fist I hissed in pain. Blood ran down my hand from the cuts on my knuckles. Putting Cathetel's blade into my inside pocket I walked over to my bag. I picked it up and walked out of the warehouse. As I walked I searched around for my phone in my bag.

Once I found it I turned it on and looked to see I had a few messages. Two were from Gabriel. Telling myself I would text him later I opened the one from Sam.

Meet us at the Moonfall motel. Room 24.

Was simply written.So with that information, I started my long walk to the motel.

When I got there, I stood at the door for a while before I knocked. I waited for a few minutes before Dean opened the door.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he put his gun into the back of his jeans. I nodded and he let me into the room. Dean closed the door behind me and walked over to the table. As he sat down I placed my bag on the ground.

"So...I owe you two an expansion..." They didn't move or speak. With a deep sighed I ran my hand through my hair. Nervousness and fear filled me.

They're going to try and kill you...you killed all those angels...remember? You liked it...

"Um...I have powers..." They both nodded. Just tell them!

"I'm an...an antichrist." They stayed quiet for a while before Dean spoke. "So...Castiel wasn't lying?" I shook my head.

"Antichrist as in the devil's kid?" Sam asked making me shake my head.

"No, no. That would be crazy...I'm just the kid of a demon." Sam made an 'o' face before looking confused.

"Um...you have powers like you said-and shown...what can you do with them?"

'Oh you know, the usual. I can make things disappear and reappear. Also, I can wipe out the whole of Heaven and Hell.'

"I don't know exactly...but I do know I can heal myself...somewhat. I can also make things appear out of thin air." Sam and Dean looked at each other before they looked back at me.

"So...can you summon a pie?"

"I mean...I guess I could."

Dean sat on the edge of his sit. As if waiting for me to make a pie appear.

"But...I've been trying to not use my powers." Dean's shoulders slumped slightly. "Maybe some other time."

"Why don't you use them anymore?" Sam asked me. I sat down and looked at my hands. I had to think of a lie...I couldn't talk about what I did. "Uh...my teacher-left." In a sense, Loki did 'leave'. I looked back up tears at the rim of my eyes. They both nodded.

"Who was your teacher?" I scratched my head and sniffed, trying not to have a mental break down in front of the two brothers. That day stuck in the back of my mind. And even lying about it breaks my heart.

"U-Uh...Loki. He just-I was a just another plaything to him." The brothers faces turned into ones of hatred. "He taught me how to do everything I know now, but...after a while he got bored."

"I told you not to get involved with him-" Dean elbowed Sam in the arm making him stop his outburst.

"Just-next time a trickster comes up to you, kill it."