Who the hell are you?

What? No. I don’t want to forget him, I can’t—

*poof*

A smirk formed on Sophie's lips as she watched the two hunters start to bicker. Her eyes moved from one to the other, watching as the arguing escalated into a full out brawl.

All over little ol' her.

Her eyes flashed black for just a second as she leaned over. She was sure this was a Hunter's bar, but maybe she was wrong, since she had no problem getting in.

"Now, don't you two want to get along?" She asked in a sickly sweet tone. "I mean, really--I'm sure there are much...easier ways to settle this."

Glancing over at the door, her smirk turned into a smile when she saw a very familiar face.

Timeline notes:

Gemma met Aaron six years ago. At this point, Abby was still alive, but she and Gemma were both flying solo. The cousins kept in contact frequently.

Gemma was in New York six months later on a job, and saw Aaron. Abby was supposed to meet her, but ran into trouble with the Winchesters and went to ground.

Another six months, (placing us now at five years ago) Abby was dragged to hell to fulfill her deal. Gemma returned stateside to identify the body, and remained for a few months. In this period, she met Daniel Collins, Rachel's brother. They had a quite short lived affair, both parties in considerably painful places in their lives.

She returned to London shortly after.

At this point, Abby has been in Hell for five years topside...for a grand total of 600 years downstairs.

She called Gemma that night and told her everything. About her deal, that she had dealt with Crowley. That she had tried to get out of the deal by giving him the Colt, but she'd missed the fine print. Or rather, lack thereof. No official deal, no obligation on his part to do her any favours.

The thought of anyone she cares about making a deal, especially with any version of Crowley, eats at Gemma. Because she knows how it ends. She doesn't want to go through the pain of that loss again.

'Fighting sucks.' Sophie thought as she looked up at the ceiling. She didn't like arguing with Rich, didn't like seeing the guy she loved upset at her.

So thank God things were getting better.

She thought she heard someone approaching the room. She was barely dressed, so she hurried to cover herself up. With so many people in one house, you never know who's gonna come barging in, and she's heard the lecture about clothing from Gemma one to many times.

She looked up and offered a small grin when she saw who it was.

That…