Sam dealt with Dean as he was unconscious still, and it worked in his favor. I stuck around, though I should have bolted after Dean killed me. But I was invested in their survival, and seeing how this all ends. Sam of course had a plan after all, and it was indeed a stupid one, even for him. But he had faith in his brother, that when push came to shove, he would choose the right path.

I sat at the kitchen table, as Sam was back in the panic room, waiting for Dean to wake up from his beauty nap. Bobby and Cas hovered around the kitchen, but my mind was elsewhere. My eyes scanned the beer bottle in front of me, before I gripped the coldness of it, and placed it upon my lips, taking a gulp of the liquid. If I could get hammered, I would surely be doing it by now.

"You're quiet," Bobby's deep voice pierced from my left ear, as I saw him in my vision. "Too quiet," he was trying to rattle my cage, poke the bear to see if it would bite back. Though it was true, since my return I've been quiet, and not said much to anyone.

"I wonder why?" It was a snarky question, and totally rhetorical. As Bobby didn't reply, knowing how it must have felt. Only knowing how, and never truly living it. My eyes drifted back to stare off into space, but my mind reeled with everything. "Screw this," the words flow free.

"What?" Bobby asks, his eyes darting back over to me. My head turned to meet his impending gaze, and our eyes locked.

"Screw this," I repeated, as I rose up from the chair, my eyes never leaving his. "Screw the Angels. Screw them," I indicated to the basement, gesturing to the Winchesters. "I am done with all of this. I'm going to live my life before the damn apocalypse comes," my voice was raised, as this war will end bloody. I pushed past Bobby, and headed into the living room.

"Abigael wait!" I could hear Bobby yell for me to stop, wheeling himself as fast as he could to intercept me. "They need you," he states, as he was about Sam and Dean, but in reality, they only needed each other.

"No! They don't!" I yelled back, stopping in front of Bobby. "They only need each other. What's thicker than blood?" I narrowed my eyes, as he knew that their loyalty to family was stronger than anything. And I simply wasn't a part of that family. In the end, they see me as a means to an end. Once used up, they will throw me away.

"Don't leave," Bobby pleaded, as I would be a great asset to them. I tried to step forward, but he stuck his ground, placing his breaks on - literally placing his breaks on. He gave me this stern narrow-eyed look, as if I would crack under his pressure, and give in.

"Move," I spat through clenched teeth. "I'm not going to ask a second time," the nature of my sentence was clearly a threat, but Bobby didn't budge.

"What's going on?!" Sam's voice pierced the air, making me snap my head up to see him and Dean standing together. I couldn't even bring my gaze to Dean, as I didn't want to look at him.

"You're doing this on your own," I snapped at him, but he opened his mouth ready to speak. "Don't bother," gesturing to him worming his way into persuading me over. "You're on your own for this," with that being said, and a single thought. Black smoke swiftly swooped up my body, and engulfed me before any of them could do anything. Was I making the right decision? My head was just somewhere else now...

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I reformed back in my penthouse apartment, finding it quiet, and silent. The worries of life just slipped away, and now I could relax. With what was bound to happen, was it really destined to be?

I walked towards the fireplace, and flourished my hand around, and a flame erupted on the logs. Then the lights of the apartment all came on, allowing more light to enter my home. My mind wandered back to what happened in the panic room, being killed by the one - who I thought wouldn't do such a thing after everything we've been through. My vision began to blur, as tears swell in my eyes. I shook my head, and wiped my eyes, as I shouldn't be crying.

"Don't cry sweetheart," a voice filled the room, which made me stand up still, and a chill ran down my spine. As that voice belonged to the only person who everyone wanted to die.

"Lucifer," my breath hitched as I spoke his name, turning on the spot to see him. He was sitting on the couch a few inches away from the fireplace. His vessel was pale-looking, and sickly. Blemuses of rot were starting to form on his face, and it was becoming noticeable. "How-how did you-"

"Find you?" He finished off my question, before chuckling for a moment. "I, too, know a few tricks," his laugh turned into a devilish smirk. I clenched my hands into fists, ready to attack if he does anything. Lucifer took notice of my stance, and just smirked at me. "No need for violence," he shifted in his position, and extended his arms out at the back of the couch. As if he owed this place, and it was to do with what he pleased.

"What do you want?" My voice trembled with fear, as who wouldn't fear the devil.

"The apocalypse is inevitable, the fight is a must and there isn't anything those boys can do about," Lucifer was on about the Winchesters. That this was just leading to the apocalypse.

"What is my part in all of this?" I questioned, trying to act tough and hold the conviction in my tone. But he just smirks once again. "I know you know more about this. So, give me the answers I seek," I pleaded, almost begging to learn the truth about Aradia.

"What's in it for me?" His lips curled into a smirk fit for the devil. I frowned at his question, as what could I possibly offer the devil that he didn't already have?

"What do you want?" The question flew from my mouth before I had time to consider his offer. His eyes seemed to light up with my returned question.

"You," his reply was simple which made me arch up my eyebrow to him. "As in your obedience to me," he rose from the couch with grace, and in one swift move. "Then I will tell you all about Aradia, and your role in all of this," he came so close that I felt his hot breath upon my face. He extended his hand up to my hair, grabbing a strand and began to twirl it. I was frozen to his touch, and the fear kept me as a statue. But my gaze gave off a disbelief that he would hold up the end of his deal if I did agree to it.

"Aradia was an archangel," he states as if it wasn't a big deal, but my widened eyes and opened mouth didn't go unnoticed by him. "The most beautiful, wise, caring, Angel of us all," Lucifer twisted the strand of my hair for a few moments before allowing it to fall back to my side. "Even when she found out her role in all of this. The lies she was told, she stuck by him, and the grand scheme of it all," Lucifer's voice rose in anger, recalling the memories.

"So, you decided to kill her because she chose the wrong brother?!" My own voice rose slightly, but didn't match his own. His eyes locked back onto me, his lips curling back into that smirk of his.

"Gabriel always liked to stick his nose where it didn't belong," my brows knitted together, as I didn't mention who had told me a little of Aradia's story. "There is so much more to the story. To the many questions rattling inside that beautiful head of yours," Lucifer now stepped back forward, and latched his hand onto my cheek. It sent a shiver down my spine as the devil's touch was ice cold. "I await your answer," he caressed my cheek with his fingers, our eyes never disconnecting from one another. Before I could even reply, he was gone in a blink of an eye. But his cold touch still lingered on my cheek.

I finally exhaled, not even realizing that I was holding my breath. It was heavy breathing as if I had just ran miles. Is the knowledge of Aradia the truth? It was Lucifer after all, the literal devil. But what did he gain from lying to me? I was more worried about the game he was playing. Coming here was risky. Was I really going to make a deal with the devil to find out more? My mind was in turmoil, I couldn't think straight. The apocalypse was close, there isn't anything the Winchesters can do to stop it...

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