2 Chapter Two: Banned

The number one rule in guarding hell is not to let anyone mess with your prisoner.

Alycen would have been fine, really. Well, if Crowley hadn't decided that bringing some visitors made sense. She had told him, very frankly, that it was the worst idea she had ever heard.

She was absolutely right. Lucifer had managed to escape hell. She wasn't sure of the details. She was cast from Hell by Crowley when she explained the level of his stupidity in doing it. He couldn't kill her, but he could make her more miserable by letting her walk with humans once more.

These goddamn humans. In making that worse, he decided to stick her with two goons of people. The people he had mentioned before when she was first tasked with watching Lucifer.

Sam and Dean Winchester; who were apparently hunters. The only thing that kept them from trying to kill her was Crowley's trust of her. That barely worked, really. This band of friends had a strange love-hate relationship going for them.

"I have, like, zero intention of hurting you people. I just don't have anywhere else to go." She tapped her fingers against her arm, which had been crossed as she leaned against the doorway of their bunker.

She had just narrowly avoided Dean's fist after the salt throw burned her neck when she appeared in the bunker with Crowley. Her retaliation had been a low growl, which admittedly didn't assist in Crowley's plea.

The brothers, though annoying so far, looked like they had just got done modeling for an ad for the backcountry style. You know, flannel and jean jackets. Even if they were both kinda handsome.

"And what kind of skitzo welcome is throwing salt at someone? What if a human got it in their eye? That would burn."

Crowley had held a finger up in her direction to signal quiet, watching Sam and Dean get on the defensive when she pushed herself from the doorframe to join the weirdly made circle below. It was like a gathering of goons.

"It obviously works, since we know you aren't human. What the hell, Crowley?" Sam said with disbelief, his shoulder pulled back defensively. "You can't just bring anyone here."

"She was his guard in Hell. If anything, she is a tactical advantage for you." Crowley motioned towards her as if that proved some kind of point.

"How would you know? She could have been manipulated and turned to his side." Sam had become less tense about her presence, but she could tell he was still on the fence about all of this. IT was understandable when it came to Sam. Lucifer had bragged about the torture he put Sam through; If anything, she understood his discontent at her presence.

"He is right, Sam. She would be very useful. She's a hybrid." She had recognized the deep voice almost immediately. No one had even heard Castiel enter the room. His gaze had fallen on Alycen, and the back of her hairs had stood up for a brief moment. She could recall him from her - very limited- time being hunted by him.

"Does he always just.. poof?" She had asked, looking around as they all nodded. "Here I thought Crowley was the only one that did that." She managed to shrug,

There was something off about him, though. Maybe it was just because she hadn't seen him in a number of years. Though he did give off a faint, strangely familiar smirk when he had said her name.

"I'm sorry a what? Are we missing something?" Dean asked, looking from Cass to Alycen. "Care to elaborate on what the hell a hybrid is?" He watched as Alycen walked down the steps and fully into the room, looking from Crowley to Cass, then groaned. "Do I really have to?"

"The boys are more of the show and tell type." Crowley explained, which had been more of a cunning way to say they were dumb than anything else. Her eyes blackened, and the shadow of her wings cast over the wall behind her, her pupils reddening as her wings extended wide. She watched as Dean and Sam stepped back, staring from her wings to her eyes.

"Think Abbadon, but a good guy," Crowley interjected as Alycen's wings vanished, her eyes switching back to their usual blue.

"Whoa, hey, if she's just another Abbadon then we need to get rid of her, not house her." Dean growled, inching slightly closer. Alycen's instinct made her lift her hand, stopping any further movement from him. Sam had still been figuring out what he had seen, but snapped out when Dean managed to yell, "What the hell?"

"I've never hurt a human being in my life," Alycen said as a matter of factly, her gaze falling on Dean before releasing him. "I have no plan to, either. I'm not Lucifer's puppet. I'm not manipulated by him."

"But you watched him for years. I would think you two got rather cozy in that time." Cass' comment threw her off, admittedly. She and Lucifer had a lot of time to talk. She could feel her lips tug into a frown at that statement, but managed to shake off the feeling rather quickly. This wasn't a time for sentimentalities on Lucifer's behalf.

"My job was to guard the cage. You idiots let him loose. The witch put him back, but I've been banished thanks to Daddy-o here" She yanked a thumb toward Crowley pointedly.

Crowley grunted at the name, staring at her disbelievingly. "Daddy-o? Bloody hell, don't ever call me that again."

"Then stop acting like you're my father." Her body tilted, forward, raising both of her eyebrows at him. He seethed for a moment as he realized she was right. She wasn't his daughter at all.

"You were a child when I found you!" He stepped toward her, the annoyance making his eyebrows crease into a frown.

"I was 200 years old. That's hardly a child." She snapped back, pointing her index finger into his chest.

"In the body of a 16 year old."

"We age differently and that is not my fault. Blame whatever asshole parents decided I was a good idea." Both Crowley and Alycen stepped toward each other again, voices raising as they argued. Sam and Dean just looked from one to the other, admittedly bemused by the current argument. "And maybe you should have focused more on HELL and less on what I was doing as a sixteen-year-old and we wouldn't be having all the Apocalyptic issues floating around."

"I am hardly to blame, Ally." He growled, even more, the indignation of what she accused him of showing well.

"Ruithidh mi do amhach a-mach, neach-reic" She had actually managed to growl, her eyes flickering from Human to Demon for a moment.

"Hardly called for, you ungrateful little shyte!" Crowley nearly shouted, his hand raising as if he would hurt her.

"Uh, what does that mean? Dean asked, not really expecting another language to play into this and also hearing Cass' stifled chuckle at it.

Cass managed to gather himself, clearing his throat. "Uh, she said I will rip your throat out, salesman. In Scottish Gaelic."

"Woah, hey, you know what?" Sam interjected, putting his hands together and placing them between the two as he moved them both apart. "She's cool to stay." He moved his head between Crowley and Alycen, trying to calm the tension. " Uh, right Dean?" Sam stared at him, nodding his head pointedly to Alycen as she cooled down. "Dean?"

Dean took a moment to stir, but nodded in agreement, "Uh, yeah... Yeah, that's cool." He took a long, hard look at the two, then clapped his hands together and looked over to Alycen. "Uh, I can show you to a room if you want?" She nodded, turning away from Sam and Crowley to follow Dean.

They had walked in silence for a while before he finally looked back, giving her a once over before managing to make a few words. "Oh, uh, you probably guessed it but I'm Dean." He had to admit, not bad at all. She stopped at about 5'3 in size, her body was slim, wearing a tanktop and a pair of faded jeans. A black leather belt rested at her hips, hugging her curves and keeping the tanktop tucked in. She had a generous top half, which was covered by copper red curls down to the middle of her back. He realized he had eyeballed her a bit too long when he saw her fingers point to her face from her chest "Eyes up here." She said, completely unamused by his boldness. He gave a small smirk before realizing, feeling this sense of awkwardness come over him before stuttering an apology.

"Sorry, uh, just didn't expect--"

She managed to chuckle at that. "Yeah, don't finish that sentence. Is this it?" Her finger pointed to the door next to Dean, and he turned quickly to see what she was pointing at.

"Uh, yeah. This is the one." He took hold of the handle, turning it so that it opened then shoving it to open fully. He moved to the side slightly, letting her in first as he followed behind her.

She felt obligated to not leave it at such a weird note. Well, technically he was the one staring at her. She shouldn't feel awkward, but she certainly did anyways. "Sorry about the, uh, holding you forcibly away from me thing. I didn't feel like getting stabbed or whatever so it seemed like a logical move to make-- at the time." Not that it would have really affected her. It was probably more of a power move.

"No, I get it. I'd do the same if someone was coming at me like that. We're used to things-- uh, like you-- being bad." It sounded more like question than a statement. He still wasn't sure she was good.

"Sorry to burst that perpetual bubble of yours. I didn't know what I was for a long time. I had no reason to want to kill or hurt humans. I just thought I was.. different." Her arms folded across her chest, looking around the room. It was ordinary. It had a sink against the far wall, small twin size bed in the small space next to the door. There was a shelf lined with different occult books. It wasn't welcoming, but it wasn't the worst thing she had ever slept in. Hybrids didn't have to sleep, but her need to feel normal made her have a general bedtime. She became so accustomed to it that it felt unnatural not to sleep.

She had grown tired of people calling her bad, admittedly. She had never even so much as touched another human wrong. She would never hurt one unless self-defense came into play. She could feel the annoyance bubbling up inside her. Lucifer was probably not the best person, because the devil, but he never judged her. Maybe he wasn't the bad guy. Angels judged her, demons judged her. Now? The Winchesters judged her. Lucifer had been the only one that liked her difference; her power. Maybe she should just become team Lucifer at this point.

"Stop acting like I'm the freaking devil. I didn't ASK to be born, especially not like this. I have had to watch everyone I know DIE. The last thing I need is some--" her fingers became air quotes --"Winchester" to judge me just because I'm not --" She made air quotes once more-- "human." She saw Dean start to open his mouth, and put a finger up to signal she did not need his words. "I have loved and lost the same as any other human. I DON'T need your, or anyone else's judgment." Dean didn't get the chance to respond, as her finger raised slightly, and he was shoved away from her and out of the room, the door slamming shut behind. He would have at least apologized, but it was obvious to him that she needed none of that.

"I see you really made her feel at home." Cass said, staring from Dean to the door. Dean just shrugged, his hands shoving into his pockets. "This is why I don't like having girlfriends. They just yell at you." Dean looked over at Cass, raising a brow. "What are you doing here?"

"We knew each other before this. I thought I'd say Hello formally." His look became something more than Dean could interpret; like he was excited to see her again. He hadn't seen him like that since Cass had discovered more 'adult' activities.

"Oh yeah? Was she more pleasant back then? Dean asked, nodding towards the door. He wiggled his eyebrows at Cass, insinuating something else as well.

Cass managed to grin at Dean, "You could say that. We spent a long time playing cat and mouse."

Dean's phased frowned with disappointment at the cryptic answer but patted Cass on the back as he passed nonetheless. "Well, good luck with that, Cass. Let me know if you need anything."

Dean had made it halfway down the hall when Cass had knocked on the door, his eyes flashing red before the knob turned.