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"Isaac, what is it?!" Stiles bellowed. We both scrambled out of bed to see what all the commotion was about. We rushed downstairs, ready to fight, if need be. I had flames on my fingertips and Stiles had his baseball bat.

The front door was open and I could see a pissed off redhead a little ways from the house. Her eyes looked normal, but her aura screamed demon. I didn't have a good feeling about her. This could be Abaddon – we've heard so much about her, from Crowley and the angels, but none of them were good things. She's a bad bitch and unfortunately for us, we're on her bad side.

"Why are you even here?" I asked her, before I even considered stopping myself.

"Kitten, why are you asking me a question that you know the answer to? I'll never understand, why some people send a man to do a woman's job. Now, I'm sure that's why your gangly group of children are so successful. I can see the power radiating off of you, child. It's almost a shame that you'll go down with those wretched Winchester brothers. You know, I think I'll spare you… I quite like the thought of the possibility of you joining me… What a team we would make… Can't you picture it? You know, it doesn't have to come to this. It isn't too late for you to renounce the Winchester's side. You don't owe them your allegiance." Abaddon gave me her pitch. If she had come to me a month ago, I might have considered it. Not now. She's looking to sell and I'm not buying.

"I'm loyal, to a fault, but you know that. I don't turn my back on my friends, my family, or my pack… but you know that, too. You already know the reputation of the women in the Bennett bloodline… And I am a Bennett witch, through and through. You wouldn't have come here, unless you felt threatened. Yeah, we might not look like much. Sure, you could probably wipe the floor with Sam and Dean… but you know what we are. We're survivors. All of us. We don't stop fighting, until we have nothing left to give, and even then, we keep going. You're right to feel threatened. We're gonna find a way to take you down. I don't know how, but I promise you that we aren't going to stop, until we do." The words poured out of my mouth with a conviction that I didn't know I possessed. She looked taken aback and impressed. She looked me over, like she was trying to assess how serious I was.

"That's a shame. We could have achieved great things together." She said, with an air of disappointment.

"I don't get off on hurting people. A partnership between us would never work." I countered.

"Perhaps. Nevertheless, I'll be taking my leave." She replied. Something about the glint in her eyes, made me uneasy. "It would be a shame if everyone you care about ended up dead and I was the only possible ally you had left – don't you agree?" She threatened, with an evil smirk.

"I promise you that if you spared me, it would be the stupidest thing you could do. I won't stop until I see your existence erased from this planet. You may have come here as a warning and to feel me out, but really, you only succeeded in pissing me off. Game on, bitch." I seethed.

"I'll see you soon, Bonnie." She blew me a kiss and vanished. I felt my bravado leaving me as Isaac closed and locked the door. The gravity of our exchange washed over me. I knew that this war wasn't over… but I didn't think the next battle would be so soon. I just hope that Dean is making headway with Cain. I know that we'll need him for the fight and I doubt Crowley will be much help.

"We should call Dean." Stiles breathed. I nodded in agreement, as his arm went around me. His embrace helped calm my nerves.

"Yeah, let's just hope he has good news."