Hey there again! I've been working on this for a while, and it's my first multi-chapter story on this site! *does a little jig* I'm not sure what pairing it will be yet - send in any suggestions, I'll happily take them into account. I've already written the first three chapters, so (because I have no patience whatsoever) I'll post all three today. It's set in season 4, I'll give a more specific time when I have one, sorry. There will be Destiel in this story (because omg OTP OTP) but it will not be the main focus. Please review, and - ENJOY!

I was making a rather marvelous deal - if I do say so myself - when the brats decided to summon me. Just about to go in for the kiss and then... The familiar tug at my navel, followed with the world going black around me until I reappeared in some shabby barn, smack-bang in the middle of a Devil's Trap. Stupid, annoying, inconvenient things.
I made a show of looking about my surroundings, but instead studied them. The Winchester brothers, Sam and Dean.
I remembered Dean. His soul had been one of few I had taken a liking (well, respect) to in Hell. In fact, I was about to take him off Alastair's hands when he was pulled up by the definitely-not-angelic-in-any-way angels of Heaven.
Sam... I would have to watch Sam.
"Well, it's certainly a pleasure to be summoned by Hell's Lost Boys, but I was about to make a rather spectacular deal with a rather spectacular woman, so this had better be good." I drawled in greeting. They glared. Oh, how predictable. "And was the Devil's Trap really necessary?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, about that. You've got quite the reputation as Hell's slimiest bitch, so we weren't taking any chances." Dean replied.
"Hmm." I considered them for a moment. Was that all they had heard of me? "I prefer Alianne. Anyway. Are we getting down to business? Because I'm really not fond of small talk, though I would like to know how your angel is doing. I would have thought you'd have called him by now. Or," I paused, smirking. "Maybe little Dean-o just loves being rescued by his angelic sweetheart?"
Dean gave a sarcastic laugh. "Very funny." I smirked again. "I know."
Sam stepped in. "We want information." I rolled my head to the side to look at him. "Do you now? Information on what? Actually, no." I held up a hand. "I'm not standing through story time. I want a chair." "Would you like to be tied to it?" Dean asked sarcastically. I wiggled my eyebrows. "Ooh, kinky. Does Cassy like it when you do that?"
Dean growled at me. I laughed. "Touchy."

Sam put a hand on his brother's shoulder to calm him. It seemed to work, if only slightly, and I bit back an amused smile.

"Anyway, if that's a 'no' to the chair," I sat cross legged on the concrete and grinned up at them. "Let's start. What do you want to know?"

Sam looked confused at my agreeing attitude, but asked, "The word is that you're one of Hell's most valuable demons, but no one seems to want to say why."

I chuckled. "Ah. Sure it's not just 'cause of my charming personality?"

Dean snorted. "I don't think 'charming' is the word you're looking for there. Why are you so," he made air quotes, "Valuable."

I put on a mock shocked face. "You're just going to ask and not torture?" I sighed dramatically. "Two men after my own heart."

"If you have one." Dean quipped.

"Touché."

"Either you tell us, or we send you screaming back to Hell." Sam threatened. I wiggled my eyebrows again, at him this time.

"Oh Sam if you wanted to make me scream I can think of many more enjoyable ways. And you're into demon chicks anyway, right?" He glared at me. I chuckled again.

"Look, I'll tell you why I'm so special on one condition."

"You really think you're in any position to be making conditions?" Sam raised his brows disbelievingly.

"It's not a big one!" I protested. "I'll tell you, so long as you summon sweet Castiel."

Both Winchesters looked confused. "Why?" They asked together. I stared in shock and then giggled. "You actually do that?"

Dean rolled his eyes and Sam sighed. "Why?" The younger Winchester asked.

"I have a message for him." I said, smiling.

"What message?" Dean demanded.

"Uh uh uh." I waved my finger at him. "That would be telling." Another glare. Pfft, Winchesters. So predictable.

"Your dad was like that too, with the whole glare thing." I mentioned conversationally.

Both brother's eyes widened - it really was too amusing how in sync they could be - and Sam stepped forward slightly. "You knew our dad?"

I nodded. "Oh yeah. Man, John could be a douche sometimes." Dean glared at me.

"That's our father you're talking about!" I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, did you think I had forgotten? Very stubborn too - like you." I inclined my head to the elder Winchester. "Forty years in Hell?" I whistled. "Impressive."

"You were in Hell while I was there?" Dean asked, trying to restrain the curiosity in his voice. I nodded.

"Oh yeah. In fact, I was about to order Alastair to let me have you - we would have had a lot more fun, I assure you."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "You can order Alastair?"

"Well, I could. He's sort of dead now." I sighed. "I'm tiring of this conversation. Just call your angel, so I can give him the message, so you can have your info, so I can leave. I have other business to attend to."

"Why should we call him? We could just exorcise you right now if you don't give us the information."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, and then have no way of getting the information until I crawl back out. Look, just call the angel, okay? Everything will be so much easier."

They glared at me, before Dean reluctantly turned to call the angel...
And smacked right into tan overcoat. He stumbled back, while Castiel watched him. If I didn't know better I would say he was amused as he reached out and caught Dean from falling.

Oh they are SO in love.

I didn't know whether to snicker, squeal, faint or laugh. I may have done a small combination of all four. What? They're adorable!

Dean had flushed, Sam was holding back laughter, and Castiel was just looking at Dean, head tilted in a way even I had to admit was adorable.

And then Dean caught sight of me, and consequently, my barely suppressed, inhuman noises, and the moment was broken.

Castiel turned to me, returning his hands to his sides. I smirked at him.

"Hey, angel."