"Drive faster, Dean."

"I can't!"

"They're gaining on us!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm amazing."

"You ever seen that many?"

"No. No way, not in one place."

"What the hell?"

"Dean!"

Everything was going so fast, I could barely understand who was speaking or what was going on. We were ambushed my demons, Sam was hurt, I was having a panic attack, and we were about to crash right into a burning truck. Dean stepped on the brakes so fast, they made an awful screeching noise.

"Dammit!" Dean swore and everything began to slow back down as I breathed heavily in the backseat. Dean backed out to turn the car around, but as soon as he stopped, someone smashed out our windows. Everything seemed to slow down as demons got a hold of my arms and began to pull me out of the broken window. I felt my shirt lift and some of the jagged glass cut up my back, making me cry out in pain. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and when I opened them, I felt power course through my veins. I turned around and the demons let go and drew back like they were pushed.

I looked at my brothers and went to help them when I heard a hose and the demons were doused with what I could only suspect to be holy water. I reeled back, not wanting it to touch me as the other demons screamed with pain. I looked out the now broken windows from a little bit further away to see some people on top of a firetruck. They began speaking some foreign language that I couldn't understand but seemed familiar and once they finished, all of the demons smoked out of the people the were possessing with another loud scream, leaving all of the bodies laying on the ground. I looked at my brothers in shock.

"Well, that's something you don't see everyday." Dean spoke first, and I couldn't tell if he was shocked or impressed. We all slowly climbed out of the car and I grimaced at the holy water, but then looked up at the people who had saved us.

"You three all right?" a man with blond hair, a beard the same color, wearing a tan coat over other clothes and holding a gun asked, walking towards us. My brothers looked around and when they looked back at the people, they looked very, very, shaken up.

"Peachy." Dean nodded and I held back a snort.

"Be careful. It's... Dangerous around here." the blond man warned and began walking away. I knew we should figure out more about them, but they seemed to hate demons and have a lot of holy water, so I kept my mouth shut and let Sam and Dean do all the talking.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait." Dean said, rushing after them. I mentally face palmed, knowing this was exactly what I'd expected.

"No need to thank us." the guy said, holding up his hand for a second. Cocky, much? We weren't going to thank them in the first place.

"No, hold up a sec! Who are you?" Dean questioned aggressively. The stranger turned back to us to keep talking.

"We're the sacrament Lutheran militia." he said.

"I'm sorry--the what?" Dean asked, perplexed.

"I hate to tell you this, but those were demons, and this is the apocalypse. So... buckle up."

"Really? Wow..." I said in a slightly sarcastic, slightly mocking tone of voice.

We decided to show their group all our weapons to show them that we were with them, despite our little run in with the demons. After all this excitement, I'd almost forgotten about the pain from the cut on my back, but grabbed the first aid kit as soon as I saw it. I pulled up the back of my shirt and tried to twist around just enough to see it while Sam, Dean, and the rest of the other group talked. I winced as I wrapped gauze around my entire midsection, then returned to the group and the conversation once I was done. I tossed the first aid kit back in the trunk.

"...Guys, come on. This whole corner of the state is nuts with demon omens. We just want to help. That's all." Dean said as I tuned into the conversation. I wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but no one was threatening anyone so I wasn't too worried.

"We're on the same team here. Just talk to us." Sam added.

"Yeah, what he said." I stated, not wanting to feel left out for saying nothing. The youngest of the group of three was just a kid, no older than twenty one, and he let out a short chuckle at my remark. He soon straightened up and they all shared a glance before looking back at us. The blond man was first to speak.

"Follow us."

~

We got back in the impala and followed them to what seemed like a ghost town. It was foggy and there were hardly any people walking the streets. The only people I saw were two who seemed to be keeping watch at the local church. We got out of the car once it was parked and walked to the church. I froze for a second as I noticed a red devil's trap painted on the ground. Sam and Dean gave me a worried look, but I just crossed my fingers in the pocket of my jacket. I walked into the devil's trap... and then right out. My eyes widened, but I tried not to draw too much attention to myself as I walked inside. I leaned over to my brothers.

"Don't look now, but that devil's trap is useless." I whispered to them and they looked relieved for a split moment before a bit worried. If it didn't work on me, then it wouldn't work on other demons. It only took another moment to realize why we were in the church. There was a wedding taking place. I didn't pay too much attention to it, just looked around. People were holding shotguns and rifles... at a wedding?! The preacher himself had a gun in a holster on his leg.

"Wedding?" Sam asked with a soft scoff. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." a guy beside us, I think his name was Paul, said. We looked at him. "We've had eight so far this week."

Once the wedding was over, we stood outside watching the happy couple be paraded away. I kind of wished I could have that, but at the same time, I wouldn't be me if I'd had a normal life.

"So, Rob tells me you three hunt demons." I heard and looked over to see the Preacher standing right beside us.

"Uh... Yes, sir." Sam answered, seemingly uncomfortable.

"You missed a few." the preacher acknowledged, referring to the demons that had been chasing us, but I couldn't help but think about myself.

"Tell us about it," I muttered, earning myself a nudge in the side from Sam.

"Any idea why they're here?" he continued as if I hadn't said anything, causing me to instinctively roll my eyes. The preacher made a grumpy cat face and shook his head.

"They sure seem to like us though," he acknowledged. That was only slightly odd. He then turned to us and eyed us all. "Follow me lady and gentlemen." With that, he turned on his heel and walked back into the church, expecting us to follow him. Which we did.

He showed us a whole new area of the church that we hadn't even thought possible. Everyone--and I mean everyone--was doing something that could help kill the supernatural, specifically demons. Now, I know I'm not the biggest demonic threat there is, hell, I wasn't even a full demon, but that still meant trouble for me should something go wrong. I couldn't help but tense up slightly. Finally, we decided to ask about it all.

"So, the whole church?" Sammy asked as I looked around at all the people.

"The whole town," the preacher, I'd learned his name was Gideon, corrected.

"A whole town full of hunters? I don't know whether to run screaming or buy a condo," Dean said semi-sarcastically. I could hardly believe it. That's a whole lot of hunters. Was the town an omen or something?

"Well, the demons were killing us. We had to do something," Gideon explained, obviously noting the disbelief on our faces.

"So why not call the national guard?" Sammy asked.

"That's what normal people being murdered would do," I agreed. Gideon shrugged before continuing.

"We were told not to."

"By who?" Sam asked. Gideon then looked at us all with a look of hesitation, like he wasn't sure whether we were the right people to tell.

"Come on, Padre. You're as locked and loaded as we've ever seen. And that exorcism was Enochian. Someone's telling you something," Dean tried to pry it out of him with his excellent charming skills.

"Look, I'm sorry. I, uh, I can't discuss it," he apologized and as disappointed as I was, I understood. Of course, I didn't have much time to be disappointed before a young girl, maybe seventeen years old, came out of nowhere.

"Dad, it's okay," she said to Gideon.

"Leah," he said with a warning tone.

"It's Sam, Dean, and Henrietta Winchester. They're safe. I know all about them," she said, looking us all over and suddenly locking eyes with me. The brief stare down made my stomach churn until I looked away. Does she know everything? Or just that we're hunters?

"You do?" Dean asked, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder, most likely realizing my discomfort.

"Sure. From the angels," That caught my attention and I quickly looked back up at her.

"The angels?" I blurted out, unable to control myself.

"Awesome," Dean grumbled, now becoming a bit uneasy himself.

"Don't worry. They can't see you here. The... marks on your ribs, right?" she brought up, which made it sound legit and made me even more worried about how much she knew.

"So, you know all about us because angels told you?" Sam asked, seemingly not believing it, or at least being wary. Honestly, something was off. I'd have to check with Cass later and make sure she was actually legit, even though signs pointed to yes.

"Yes, among other things," she replied.

"Like the snappy little exorcism spell," Dean said.

"And they show me where the demons are going to be before it happens, how to fight back."

"She's never been wrong. Not once. She's very special," Gideon interrupted our little chat, walking up to his daughter and wrapping an arm around her in a slight side hug, to which she seemed embarrassed about, as any teenage girl would be.

"Let me guess, before you see something, you get a really bad migraine, you see flashing lights?" Dean asked, trying to rule out whether or not she was a prophet and it was looking that way. But if she was then Chuck would be...

"How'd you know?"

"'Cause you're not the first prophet we've met. But you are the cutest," Dean smiled at her and she smiled back, and Gideon looked at him with such distaste I almost laughed, but instead I cleared my throat, elbowed my brother in the ribs, and smiled at them both as he hissed in slight pain.

"Anyways, we need to check in with a friend for a little bit. We'll see you guys later, okay?" I said and before they could answer, started pushing my brother in the direction of the door, "Can you not flirt with the preacher's daughter?" I whisper-yelled at him angrily as Sam followed us, awkwardly waving bye.

~

We went to a bar. Sam tried to call Cass, but he didn't answer so I whipped out my phone and walked away from the two of them while they started to theorize about the demons. I dialed his number and held the phone to my ear. As it rang, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me.

"I-I don't understand. Why do you want me to say my name?" Cass' voice mail said. Just hearing his voice was calming enough for me to get out a quick message to tell him where we were and that we could use his help.

"I..." I started but stop before I could finish the sentence, "I'll see you soon."

And I hung up as everything went blank.

~

So many things were flashing in front of my face. It was practically impossible to keep track of them all. I saw Lucifer and Hellfire and Cass. Cass was normal and smiling and all of a sudden his skin was rotting off of his face like Lucifer's and I wondered what was happening. I saw blood and Bobby and the boys and I saw creatures I've never even heard of. I saw Dean with black eyes and Sam with bright blue ones. I saw a funny looking man with curly hair and a couple people who without even hearing I knew somehow in my mind that they were British. I saw a boy with blonde hair and orange eyes.

And then I saw a hospital bed.

~

When I came to, my body hadn't even hit the floor yet. I was still standing, phone in my hand, and when I looked behind me, the boys were still talking about the demons. I sighed, flattened my hair down on my head and made my way back over to them. They looked up at me, realizing how shaky I was and they both stood. They asked me how I was and though everything was fuzzy, I assured them that I would be fine. In the distance I heard a church bell, and we all turned as if to look at where it was coming from even though we already knew. They were calling a town meeting in the church. Sam asked one of the townies named Paul what was going on.

"Leah's had another vision," he answered as everyone walked out the door and to the church.

"We have to go," I blurted out, my mouth doing everything without my brain and before they said anything, I turned on my heel and began following the townspeople out the door, expecting the boys to follow me.

There were demons gathered somewhere and Gideon was seeing how many people would go with him to hunt them down. Of course, the boys and I said yes. As soon as the meeting was over, the boys both turned to me, making sure I was okay and telling me if I wasn't feeling up to it I didn't have to go.

I didn't tell them anything and soon enough we were on our way to hunt some demons.

The hunt went pretty fast and was pretty easy. It seemed to go by in a blur, though something about the exorcism they were using seemed strange to me, as if it was not legit. Either way, soon we were back out at our cars. A kid a little bit younger than Sam came over and asked if he could ride back with us. Dean tossed us all beers and I stood on the side with the kid.

In what seemed like a split second he had fallen, or more accurately, something grabbed his feet and began to pull him under the car. As quick as I could, I ducked down to the ground and pulled him back out from underneath. He screamed in pain as something sliced the back of his leg but soon enough Sam pulled the demon out from underneath the car and stabbed it. A little wiggle in the back of my head told me that something a lot worse could have happened and without thinking about it, I hugged the kid, glad that he was still okay. We got him in the car and as Dean drove us back, I began to attend to his wound.

Suddenly an image flashed before my eyes of the kid, but his throat slit. I shook it off as I looked back up in his eyes and smiled at him, which gained me a smile in return.

When we got back, the boy hopped out of the car and limped his way over to his parents. My smile faded as something now felt off, and I looked over at my brothers.

We started to get back in the car to head back to the motel when a town citizen ran up to us to tell us a meetings been called in the church and that we were invited if we wanted to go. Of course, we wanted to know everything that was going on in this town, so we went. Basically, the deal was that Leah had another little "angelic visit" and wanted to let us know that we'd all be with our "lost" loved ones as long as we follow the angels commandments.

The angels commandments basically banned everything Dean is.

Then we all split up. Dean went somewhere, I think to talk to Leah, Sam went to the bar, and I went to the hotel. I sat on the bed, pulling my feet up and crossing my legs as I stared at the wall. I tried to focus on concentrating my powers, letting my eyes slowly droop closed until I was in that sort of white flowery area where I spoke to Lucifer.

~

When I opened my eyes, I had successfully gotten to the place I'd wanted to be, now sitting criss-cross on the floor. I slowly stood up and looked around.

"Cass!" I shouted, looking around. I stopped when I heard the flap of wings and let out a deep breath, turning around to see him standing there.

"Rhett, is something wrong?" he asked, I felt my cheeks heat up as I realized I'd literally just summoned him for no reason other than I missed him.

"Oh!" I exclaimed as I remembered something, "Visions are normal for what I am, right?" I asked and he cocked his head to the side in slight confusion.

"Well, yes, I'd say so. Why?"

"I just... I saved this kid earlier... But then I had this vision of him... Dying. Like he was supposed to die, and I just... I don't know. It was weird," I explained and he nodded, taking a few steps closer until he was right in front of me.

"My best guess... It was just a scare, and because of the changes your body is going through, it made it worse, creating the vision," he said, lifting his hand and pushing a strand of hair out of my face. I nodded and looked down.

"Okay... I'm sorry Cass. I really don't know why I wanted to talk to you so much. You were probably busy," I awkwardly laughed it off, expecting him to leave.

"We're soulmates, Henrietta. It is in our nature to long to be near each other," he spoke softly, "I will see you soon. I promise."

And with that, everything around me faded out into white and I returned back to the motel room.

~

Dean stood in front of me, waving a hand in front of my face and I shook my head into reality.

"Where you been? I've been talking to you since I got here and you weren't responding. I about called Sam," he said, worriedly. I frowned and laid back on the bed.

"I was just... Figuring out my powers."

~

When Sam got back we talked more about the new angelic rules, aka the "total cut off of the corruption of the outside world". Then Sam and Dean argued, nothing new, while I sat on the bed watching and trying not to get involved, even when Sam looked at me as if asking for backup on his point. Sam was trying to show Dean how this whole angel stuff was going too far, Dean didn't care, and I was somewhere in the middle.

And, of course, at the end of the argument, Dean left to "Clear his head".

Sam looked at me, with a "really?" expression and I shrugged.

"What were you expecting me to do?"

"I don't know, back me up?" he said incredulously, and I shrugged once again.

"I don't get involved with things that I have no clear opinion on, and this is one of those things. Sorry, Sammy, I just wasn't doing it tonight," I said, frowning. He sighed and shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

"Okay, well, I'm going to read up on some lore and try to figure out how we can save this town," he said, and with that he went to his books.

It had been maybe an hour since Dean left before I heard the fluttering of wings in our motel, I smiled and looked to where the fluttering came from, frowning when I saw Cass hunched over, leaning on some metal bars in the motel. I quickly threw my feet of the bed and stood, making my way over to him as he spoke slurred words.

"I got your message," he said, I stopped a couple feet away from him and leaned on the bars myself, wondering if he meant mine or Sam's, "Sam, it was long, your message. And I find the sound of your voice... Grating," I waited to hear if he would say anything about my message, crossing my arms, "Rhett... I liked your message," he slurred with what could only be described as a... Giggle? Okay, try not to think about how adorable that was and get to the task at hand.

"What's wrong with you, Cass?" I questioned, wondering why he was so... Slurred.

"Are you... Drunk?" Sam asked from behind me.

"No!" Cass exclaimed before stumbling forward and putting a hand on me for support, "Yes."

"You were fine a few hours ago, what the hell happened?" I questioned, trying to hold him up for support.

"I found a liquor store," he said.

"And?" Sam questioned, getting a slightly dirty look from Cass.

"And I drank it... Why'd you two call me?" he questioned, trying to move closer to Sam while pulling me with him. I tried to ignore the fluttering in my heart from everything going on right now.

"Easy, easy," I said softly as I tried to guide him to Sam.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, to which Cass let go of me and leaned incredibly close to my brother, while making a hand gesture that meant for Sam to come closer. Finally, they were so close that Cass could whisper in his ear.

"Don't ask stupid questions," I held in a laugh as they backed away from  each other and Cass put a hand on my shoulder, "Tell me what you need."

"T-there have been these-these demon attacks, massive, right on the edge of town-"

"We don't know why they're happening or why this town is targeted and we thought you could help, but not while you're hammered."

"Any sign of angels?" Cass asked, entirely ignoring my last point.

"Kind of. There's a prophet," I responded.

"Who?" Cass asked, looking down as if looking up into the light had been hurting his eyes.

"This girl, Leah Gideon," Sam spoke.

"She's not a prophet," Cass said.

"I'm pretty sure she is-" Sam replied, but I held up my hand to hush him.

"What do you mean she's not a prophet?" I questioned and he looked up at the ceiling.

"The names of all the prophets-they're seared into my brain," he looked at me, then Sam, "Leah Gideon is not one of them."

"Then what is she?" we both asked in unison.

~

Cass, Sam and I went out looking for Dean, but to no avail. When we came back, Sam was having a difficult time getting any kind of rest, and I was just happy to have Cass nearby. I felt a small nudge in the palm of my hand and looked down to see him pushing his fingertips into his hand gently. It was almost like... he was trying to hold my hand, but didn't want to overstep?

Without giving it much thought, I took his hand in mine, causing him to look over at me. I've begun to realize that even though he doesn't smile a whole bunch, you can easily tell when he's happy, and he seemed pretty happy.

"You're as pretty as an angel," he slurred and I rolled my eyes at his cheesy drunkenness.

"You're drunk," I couldn't help the smile that stretched on my face. It was so strange, being this close to him like this. He smiled drunkenly and slowly leaned in, as did I. His breath smelled like alcohol, but I really didn't care.

We were cut short when Dean walked through the door and we quickly pulled apart from each other.

"We went out looking for-" Sam stopped short as he saw blood covering Dean's hands and the slightly shaken look on his face.

"Are you okay?" I asked, standing up and running over to him to grab his arm and look at his hands. I didn't see any cuts anywhere.

"Yeah, it's not my blood," he said, gently pulling his arm away from me, "Paul's dead."

"What?" Sam and I both said in unison, the same shock. Dean looked between the two of us.

"Jane shot him."

"It's starting," Cass cut in and we all looked at him. I went back and sat next to him again, resting a hand on his back.

"What's starting?" Dean asked before glaring, "Where the hell have you been?" Cass looked at him as if he were offended.

"On a bender," Dean looked at me and Sam in shock.

"Did he-" he looked at Sam, then back at us, "Did you say "on a bender"?"

"Yeah," Sam responded.

"He's still pretty smashed," I added as Cass lifted a finger and booped my nose gently.

"It is not of import," he said afterwards, "We need to talk about what's happening here."

"Well, I'm all ears," Dean said, walking into the kitchen area of the motel room to wash the blood off his hands.

"Well, for starters..." Sam began, sitting on the other side of Cass.

"Leah is not a real prophet," I finished for him as Dean turned back around to face us.

"Well, what is she, exactly?"

"The whore," Cass responded, taking Dean aback.

"Wow, Cass, tell us what you really think."

"She rises when Lucifer walks the Earth. And she shall come, bearing false prophecy," Cass read from a book that we had done a bit of research in as Dean walked over with a cloth to dry his hands and sat down, "This creature has the power to take a human's form. Read minds. Book revelation calls her "the whore of Babylon."

"Well, that's catchy," Dean responded.

"The real Leah was probably killed months ago," Sam added.

"What about the demons attacking the town?" Dean questioned.

"They're under her control," Cass explained.

"And the enochian exorcism?"

"Fake."

"I knew there was something odd about that one," I mumbled to myself.

"It actually means you, uh, breed with the mouth of a goat," he said with a small smile, looking at us. Neither of the boys said anything and just stared and I began to fake laugh very obviously.

"Hah... Hah... Hah."

"It's funnier in Enochian."

"So the demons smoking out-that's just a con? Why? What's the endgame?" Dean asked and I looked at his hands.

"I'm pretty sure you've just experienced it," I said.

"Innocent blood spilled in God's name," Cass added.

"You heard all that Heaven talk. She manipulates people," Sam finally added.

"To slaughter and kill and sing peppy little hymns," Dean stood and walked back to the kitchen area to put the towel down, "Awesome."

"Her goal is to condemn as many souls to Hell as possible. And it's... Just beginning. She's well on her way to dragging this whole town into the pit," Cass explained.

"All right. So, then, how do we go pimp of Babylon all over this bitch?"

~

Cass had left to get something, but returned soon enough with some kind of wooden stake kind of weapon.

"The whore can be killed with that. It's a stake made from a cypress tree in Babylon," Cass explained, walking around the motel room as Dean picked up the stake. I watched as Cass poured himself a glass of water and Dean spoke.

"Great. Let's ventilate her."

"It's not that easy," Cass shot down Dean's idea immediately.

"Of course it isn't," I muttered.

"The whore can only be killed by a true servant of heaven," Cass continued.

"Servant, like..." Dean trailed off.

"Not you. Or me. Sam, of course, is an abomination. Rhett is half damned. We'll have to find someone else," he spoke as he went to take a sip of his water.

"I think I might know a guy."

~

So we came up with a plan and waited until nightfall to go through with it.

The boys and I were sitting around the motel room, waiting for Cass to come back. They had been teasing me about being shocked that I didn't go with him. Soon enough, he zapped back into our motel room with Pastor Gideon by his side.

"What the Hell was that?" he questioned in shock.

"Yeah, he wasn't lying about the angel thing. Have a seat, Padre, we got to have a chat."

We explained everything to Gideon and I stood by Cass, slowly intertwining our fingers together. He looked down at me and softly smiled before returning to his normal serious face and listening to the conversation. I watched him gently lean his head on the post and I could tell he was starting to get the bad effects of a hangover. My head was even beginning to pound.

"No," Gideon said after we had explained everything to him and told him what he needed to do, "She's my daughter."

"I'm sorry, but she's not. She's the thing that killed your daughter," Dean said.

"That's impossible."

"Is it though?" I questioned, causing him to turn back to me.

"And what exactly are you?" he asked, noticing my angel hand-holding.

"A very concerned citizen. Also half demon half angel," I said and he sighed, turning back around.

"I understand that it sound impossible, but it's true. And deep down, you know it," Sam said, being the nice guy that he is, "Look, we get it-it's too much, but if you don't do this, she's going to kill a lot of people and damn the rest to Hell."

"It's just..." he picked up the stake, "Why does it have to be me?"

"You're a servant of Heaven," Cass answered, to which Gideon turned back to us.

"And you're an angel."

"Poor example of one," Cass said, causing me to look up at him. I could see the broken expression in his face and it was almost enough to break my heart.

Gideon finally made his choice, that he was going to go through with it and he and the boys started to get everything in order that they needed, while I pulled Cass outside and away from the commotion (also pick pocketing the keys to the impala off of Dean).

I unlocked the impala and grabbed some aspirin, locking it back up and walking over to Cass, who now seemed in an awful lot of pain.

"Here, this should help. Just take a few, three at most, unless angelic internal organs work different than humans," I advised and he nodded, starting to unscrew the cap, "Hey, Cass," he looked over at me, "I get it... My dad... Was never really around as a parent should be either. I'm... I'm just sorry, I guess. I don't know how to make it better for you, I didn't even know how to make it better for my brothers."

The next thing I knew, his hand was on mine. I looked up at him to see him staring at me with such intense emotion.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," he said softly, and for once in my life, I believed it. Slowly but surely, we leaned in once more. Our lips were mere inches apart, before my brother busted through the door to the motel and we pulled away once again.

"All right, we're about ready to roll out. Henry, I'm gonna need my keys back."

~

We got to the church, where I kind of spied on what was going on. Jane and her husband were literally stuffing people into a broom closet. I watched as another person brought the kid I had saved in, and stuffed him in it too. Jane and her husband, tried to fight them off, which ended up in them being stuffed in it with the rest of them. It was the craziest thing, as right in front of my eyes, a totally different scene began to play out, where Jane and her husband had went along with it.

Of course, that wasn't what had happened. After that, "Leah", or, the whore, walked out of the room and into another one, where Cass was waiting for her. He grabbed her and turned her around to face Gideon, who had walked into the room afterwards, me following behind.

"Daddy! Don't hurt me!" she screamed.

"Gideon! Now!" Sam yelled, but Gideon had paused, too afraid to hurt his daughter, even knowing she wasn't really his daughter. She began to chant something, and Cass' face screwed up in pain as he fell to the floor, just as I felt pain twist inside me and fell as well. It was like cramps but worse, and everywhere, especially in my chest. I gripped for my chest as the boys ran out after Leah, but everything was so difficult to see. I could hardly move, or else I would've tried to make my way over to Cass.

The pain seemed to go on forever until it finally subsided and everything went dark.

~

"Henrietta, look at you go, fighting my army like a good little soldier," a familiar voice spoke and I groaned, sitting up. It was dark and I could see hints of emerald green around the room. I was sitting on the floor, but I saw a pair of glowing red eyes following me through the darkness.

"As if. Green is definitely not my color, Luci." I said, using a nickname that I really wanted to get under his skin, but soon realized it  didn't.

"Really? I would beg to differ. I'd even be so bold as to say you look stunning in anything. Even in your pathetic state right now," I saw a sly grin as he walked out of the shadows. I quickly stood, realizing it was difficult to keep my balance right now.

"Whatever. You're little whore is going to be ash and dust soon."

"Oh, I didn't come for her," he said, the grin only widening. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Then what did you come for?"

"Just wanted to... Get a good look."

And with that, everything faded out once again.

~

When I came to, I was in the impala between two men. I groggily looked over at them both. On my left was Cass and on my right was Gideon. I sighed softly, and began to cough.

"Did we win?"

"Yeah, Henry, we won. Get some sleep," Dean spoke and I nodded, resting my head on Cass' shoulder.  I felt another nudge in the palm of my hand and looked down to see he was doing the same thing as earlier. I smiled and took his hand in mine, slowly falling asleep.

~

When I woke again, I was on a bed in the motel, Cass right behind me, sat more upright than I was. I turned around onto my back to look up at him, and he looked down at me. I could tell the pain had gotten to him just as bad as it had me, if not worse.

And so after all the events that had happened today, I leaned up and pressed my lips to his without a care in the world.