He looked apologetic. "I only found two pairs," Dean told us. "I'll stay close to Sam if they come at their favorite chew toy," I said to Dean with a smirk, earning a nudge from him. "Screw you," Dean grumbled. "You go first." I giggled, walking back into the house. As Sam and I entered the dining room, only Cindy and Miss Cassity were seated. When Cindy mentioned that Noah and the youngest Margot were outside armed and drunk, right away, Sam and I put everything down and ran after them. "Where are you guys going?" Sam asked as he reached Margot and Noah. "We're going hunting for the wolf that killed my son-in-law," Noah replied. Sam and I went with them into the forest, but somehow we lost Margot, and when we found her, she was dead. Cujo ripped Margot's throat out, which looked horrifying. We brought Noah back to the house as fast as we could, where we told the others what had happened. "What was that thing?" Noah asked. "It was a hellhound," I said, annoyed by the ignorance of the whole family. "When you sell your soul to a demon, a hellhound comes and rips it out of you," I added. "Demon?" Alice asked. "Crowley. Poncey guy, about yea big mountain of dicks. We know he was here ten years ago, making dreams come true. Now, if you didn't sign, great. That freak out there won't touch you. But if you did, I need to know, and I need to know now. So, hands up." Dean asked, and we all looked at the three sitting on the couch. "So the British guy was a demon?" Noah asked. "They're insane," Cindy grumbled. "We're not; we've been hunting those assholes for years; Dean here had a hand-on-hand experience with Cujo from hell," I growled while pointing at Dean. Cindy snapped after Sam called her out for playing dumb that she didn't sell her soul. But neither Alice nor Noah spoke up if they sold their soul, so Dean told Sam and me to seal them up. "You got it, happy hunting." I smacked him on the shoulder while Dean left Sam, and I made a salt circle around the couch to protect the family from the hell dogs. Sam and I stayed in the circle, aimed with our demon knives. While we waited, we didn't talk much while the family bickered until finally, somebody admitted to selling their soul. I concentrated on the outside until Sam told them to stop, for which I silently thanked him. I didn't cross the circle but still walked around, watching the doors and windows, still protected.

All of a sudden, I heard Sam scream, and when I turned around, only Cindy and Noah were still sitting on the couch, handcuffed since they had been refusing to stay put. "Sam!" I called out for him, but there was no answer. Alice returned to the house a few minutes later, and I ushered her into the living room. After a while, Dean called me and told me to come to the barn. "What about the Cujo from hell?" I asked. "He's dead," Dean told me. I felt pain in his voice. "Stay put." I snapped at Cindy and Noah while I walked out of the house. "Im on my way," I told Dean and hung up. As I entered the barn, I heard Sam and Dean in one of the rooms. "What the hell happened, Dean?" I asked as I saw Dean scratched up. "What do you think?" Dean growled. "Cujo?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, and Dean gave me a light nod. When I looked over to Sam, he also was covered in blood. "What about you?" I asked him. "Not my blood, hellhound," he said. I did my best to bandage him up, but from his expression, he was in a lot of pain. "You need to go to the hospital," Ellie told him. "I've had worse," Dean told her while shaking his head. Sam and I agreed with what Dean said, knowing how much Dean had been through. "So what now?" Ellie asked. "We get you a hex bag for protection, but if Crowley can't find you, so won't Cujo." I leaned against the wall next to the door. "So im not going to hell?" she asked. "Not on my watch," Dean said. I looked over if something happened between them. "Will you give us a minute?" Ellie nodded and left the room, leaving us alone. Dean tried to do the spell that finished the first trial, but it didn't work for Dean. Sam swore he would finish the trials. "It's a suicide mission for you," Sam told Dean. "It's a suicide mission, but all of us," I grumbled. Sam finished the trial with the spell, which made him grunt in pain, which concerned Dean and me, but after a few minutes, he was okay. We went back to the bunker, and after a bit of sleep, I was ready for another case, which we got helping a friend who was a cop with a peculiar friend who could turn into a dog. He wasn't the murderer, which we were glad about. Sadly, he had to leave town. A few weeks later, Dean received an SOS from Kevin, so we drove to him; he told us that Crowley was in his head. "Are you sure?" I asked, concerned. "Im not playing with you guys. He is in my head." Kevin was scared. "Kev, we're gonna sort this out, alright?" I touched his shoulders and looked deep into his brown eyes. "Thank you guys." Kevin was thankful but still cautious. "By the way, I translated the second trial; an innocent soul has to be rescued from Hell and delivered unto Heaven." Kevin read from the piece of paper. "A soul from hell?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.