A week passed. No amount of blood seemed to be healing Eden's injuries. Typically, these superficial wounds would be dealt with by a bag of blood or two. But this wasn't exactly a typical injury - this was an Archangel hit; something her body had never experienced before.
Sam, Dean and Castiel grew increasingly more concerned for her. She spent most of the week on bedrest - as per the Winchesters orders - but, in the last twenty-four hours, she'd managed to persuade them that having a bit of a wander round the Bunker would be better.
They hadn't heard anything in relation to Lucifer and it was growing irritating. Every day, they scoured the internet, social media, newspapers and TV, but nothing seemed even remotely related.
But, eventually, that had to change.
Lucifer had burned through another vessel - some big shot CEO. So, whilst Eden was on lockdown, Sam and Dean went to investigate.
"Yeah, looks like Lucifer's sticking to powerful vessels." Sam told her on the phone.
"Sounds like he's got a taste for the spotlight and doesn't want to leave." Eden commented, sitting at the map tale, sipping her blood.
"Yeah. While we're on our way back would you mind-"
"Making a list of next possible temporary Devil houses? Not a problem." Eden cut him off with a smirk.
"You're the best." Sam smiled.
"I know. Love you."
"Love you too. Be back soon."
Eden hung up the phone and began her search through the internet, starting with any links to the most recent eye-scorched victim.

"Hey, you find anything?" Dean asked as he and Sam entered the Bunker a few hours later.
"How does the Archbishop of St Louis sound? Your vic was a hefty donor to the Archdiocese. If I know Lucifer and, unfortunately, I do, he'd see using the Archbishop as his next meat suit as some big joke. I wasn't sure at first, though. But I checked recent photos of him. Notice anything?" Eden passed Sam her phone.
He flicked back and forth between a few old photos one new one.
"The cross round his neck. It's gone." Sam's brows raised. "Need me to look into it further?"
"Not much to go on apart from that, obviously. His office just cancelled all public appearances until further notice - didn't say why." Eden shrugged.
"Sounds like it might be worth a shot. We'll check it out. You're pretty good at this research thing, Vampy Pants. Hey, Sam, I think you're out of a job." Dean smirked, patting his brother's shoulder.
"Hell no. Sam can keep his job. Get me back out in the field already." Eden retorted.
"Sorry, Vampy Pants, you're still not well enough." The older brother sighed.
"Any progress on your powers?" Sam asked.
"Nope. Tried zapping out, tried reviving one of the plants outside, tried a bit of everything, but still zip. I feel so impotent right now..." She huffed.
"You'll get there. Don't worry." Sam stroked his hand down her hair, leaning down to kiss her.

They ended up sending Eden pictures of the scene. Bodies of priests and nuns littered the halls of the Archdiocese, the crosses were turned upside down and the Archbishop was just another one on Lucifer's burned out vessel list.
Not long after they got back, Castiel stopped by, also flicking through the photos.
"Oh... These pictures... The level of violence is completely unnecessary." He commented.
Sam and Eden were sat in the library, separately roaming the internet in search for who Lucifer could possibly go after next. Castiel stood next to the table as he scanned the photos in Sam's phone.
"Lucifer doesn't like being messed with." The Winchester replied.
"You said he did that after they tried to exorcise him?" Eden frowned.
"Yeah. Clearly enacting punishment on the clergy burned him out faster than he would've liked." Sam said as Dean walked in from grabbing food. "But, we were on the right trail. We've just gotta find out where it goes now."
"I don't know, who won the Nobel Peace Prize? How 'bout we start there?" Dean commented.
"I know you're joking, but I can't help but wonder if that's an option." Eden frowned.

Twenty or so minutes later, Eden felt something like a weight being lifted off her chest. She looked over to Castiel, who clearly felt it too as he'd stopped flicking through newspapers opposite her.
"Did the Bunker's warding fail?" He asked in a rather annoyed tone.
"I just powered it down. Crowley called, said he had some big news about Lucifer, whatever the Hell that means." Dean replied, walking back into the library.
"Wait, so, what, Crowley can just drop in whenever he feels like it?" Sam protested, earning a shrug from his older brother. "I'd prefer keeping Crowley at a distance - long distance."
"Not very charitable, Moose." Crowley's voice came from behind him. He walked round, standing next to Eden. "Particularly since, once again, I'm saving your 'asses.' So, as you know, I'm temporarily persona non grata in my own palace."
"Palace?" The brothers repeated in unison.
"However..." Crowley gritted his teeth. "There are those I still control - operatives."
"Crowley, can we just get the damn news without the drama?" Sam huffed.
"Can I get you without the flannel? No." Crowley retorted. "Still, I endure."
Eden sniggered, quickly regretting it as a sharp pain stabbed through her ribs. She clutched them, giving shallow pants.
"Bag of dicks." She hissed. Sam and Dean narrowed their eyes at her choice in curse. "Continue."
Crowley leaned between Eden and Sam, who gave their protests as he overtook Sam's laptop.
"I did a little digging, acting on a tip, and I think I know the identity of Lucifer's newest vessel." The former King of Hell said, tapping away at the laptop keys.
"Oh, for God's sakes..." Dean mumbled, getting out his seat to walk over to the table.
"Ah-ha! Gentlemen, lady..." Crowley shuffled the laptop round so they could all see. "I give you one Jefferson Rooney, President of these United States."
Everyone's blood ran cold.
"Please tell me you're joking." Eden breathed.
"'Fraid not, little Bat."
"But... This is massive. If he's the President, he's not just untouchable in the Archangel sense. He could bring the whole world into nuclear winter before we even got close to D.C city lines." Eden's voice turned half an octave higher than usual in her disbelief.
"Less of the 'we', you're not doing anything." Sam told her, getting up from his seat. "Not until you're fully healed again." With that, he walked off.
"I'll talk to mother. She's got to have something up her sleeve that can help us." Crowley said before disappearing.
Dean sat down in Sam's seat, looking over a few things on his laptop.
"Even if Crowley does bring in Rowena, the problem remains." Cas spoke, beginning to pace the room. "Lucifer can't be returned to the Cage inside his vessel. His essence has to be extracted."
Sam walked back in and sat down in a chair by the Angel at the second table, digging through Dean's laptop.
"Yeah, and Lucifer has found the perfect safe house." He said, typing away. "I mean, like Eden said, how do we even start getting close to the President?"
"Well, it helps that he's not in D.C." Dean replied. "Rooney's actually on a fundraising swing through the Midwest."
"Yeah, right now, it looks like his whole party - aides, Secret Service, the whole circus - is staying at an estate owned by Ron Forester, the hedge fund zillionaire. It's right outside Indianapolis. But it is completely surrounded by walls, security, Secret Service, military... Plan B?" Sam looked up from his laptop to his brother, Eden and Castiel.
"He's got a Hell of a speaking schedule. He's averaging between three events a day and he's got a gala dinner on Friday night." Dean informed them.
"Well, at least he'll be outside of the mansion." Cas commented.
"Yeah, guarded like the Hope Diamond." Sam retorted. "Plan C?"
"Hope Crowley comes through on the Rowena front..." Eden sighed.

Later that evening, whilst Castiel was grabbing drinks for everyone from the kitchen, Eden heard a high-pitched ringing in her ears.
"Ow..." She frowned.
"What?" Sam asked, looking up from his laptop.
She cried out, clutching her ears as the sound got more intense.
Sam's eyes widened as he saw blood began to drip from underneath her palms.
"Cas!" He yelled, placing a hand on her back. "Cas! Get in here!"
But Castiel had stopped mid-walk on the other side of the War room.
His hands shook so much that a grotesque mixture of coffee and blood spilled onto them. His vision began to blur as Angel radio clambered around in his mind. He dropped the cups, smashing them, putting his fingers to his temples as he groaned out, staggering towards the map table.
"Cas?" Dean called out, approaching him to place one hand on his back and the other on his shoulder.
"Something's happened. Something... It's Angel radio, there's so many voices." The Angel groaned.
"What are they saying?" Sam called through the room, still holding onto Eden.
"There's been a massive surge in celestial energy. A Nephilim has come into being." He realised as the voices in his head calmed. "It's the offspring of an Angel and a Human."
Dean looked between Sam and Eden questioningly as Eden began to focus again, the high-pitched tone dying down.
"No, it's not them. This is a Light Angel." Cas shook his head, catching on to why Dean had looked to them.
"And that's big news?" The older brother frowned.
"Yes. But, the power that produced this is immense." Castiel told them. "It's much, much greater than a typical Angel." He looked over to Eden, who was trying to wipe the blood from her ears. "I think you may have responded to it as well because-"
"Lucifer..." Sam realised.
"Lucifer?" Dean repeated. "I didn't know he was dating..."
"Idiot..." Eden hissed, rubbing her temples. "Maybe the President's dating on the down-low and he felt the need to keep up appearances."
"Maybe." Sam nodded. "How the Hell do we know for sure, though?"
"You can call Crowley on the road. Come on." Dean said, heading towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Eden frowned.
"Indianapolis." Dean replied.
"I'll update you when I can." Sam sighed, kissing her temple on his way passed. "Cas, come on."

Eden was getting rather antsy as night fell and she'd heard no word. But eventually, her phone rang, its screen displaying 'Impala 2'.
"Sam, thank God... Why didn't you call sooner?" She sighed.
"Sorry, things got a little... Weird. Some Secret Service guys pulled us over. We thought they were gunna kill us but then Arthur Ketch from the British Men of Letters stopped by and decided to blow us all up." Sam replied.
"Excuse me... What?" Eden frowned.
"Yeah, he's their assassin or something. Also, apparently here to make sure that we say 'yes' to their offer of joining them."
Eden got up from her seat in the library, moving through the War room to head to the kitchen for a blood bag.
"Why was he even there?" She asked.
"Because... I may have called Mick earlier today and hung up on him before we could talk. He thought we were in danger, so he had Ketch follow us." Sam said hesitantly.
"You called the British Men of Letters and didn't tell me..." She summarised.
"Look, I've already had this conversation with Dean. Can we just be glad I did and be done with it?" Sam huffed.
Eden stuck a blood bag tube in her mouth, sucking on it like a straw.
"Fine... Just... Be careful." She said.
"I will."
They hung up the phone, leaving Eden with the reminder that she had the whole Bunker to herself yet again.
She'd loved solitude until those boys came into her life. Now, she hated it.
She especially hated not being able to hunt or at least be there with them.

The next time Eden got an update, it was from Castiel the next morning, telling her that they'd found the woman Lucifer had impregnated and given her 'the talk' and that she was getting Lucifer to come to them.
It wasn't much to go on, but at least it was something. All she could do now was stress-compose at her piano whilst she waited for more information.
As the day drew on, having not received any word from any of them, she decided to call Sam. After a few rounds of his voicemail, she began to worry. When calling Dean resulted in the same, she was almost falling into 'frantic' territory. So, before she did that, it was time to try Castiel.
"Hello, Eden." He greeted in his usual gravelly tones.
"Pigeon. Finally, someone answers. Where are the boys?" She sighed a breath of relief. "I haven't been able to get a hold of either of them and I'm freaking out."
"I don't think my answer will ease your stress any more..." Cas replied.
Eden paused.
"What's happened?"
"Sam and Dean were arrested by Secret Service agents."
"What did you just say..?" Eden's voice turned low and dangerous.
"They were arrested." Castiel repeated.
"Why?"
"The agents thought they were trying to assassinate the President."
"Where are you?" Eden demanded, getting up to grab her car keys. "I'm on my way."
"No, you need to rest. I'm in a diner with Kelly - the woman Lucifer impregnated. We're fine. I'll be back soon and we can figure out a plan to rescue Sam and Dean then." Cas told her. "I'm going to call Mary, though. I may need another pair of hands. I'll ask her to meet us at the Bunker."
"Alright. I'll try and find out where the men in black might've taken them." Eden nodded, hanging up the phone.
She went to the library, using Dean's laptop to do her research.

Mary arrived a little over an hour later. By which time, Castiel had lost Kelly, but was coming over anyway.
"That was fast." Eden frowned, watching the woman come down the stairs from her spot in the library.
"I was in the area. What's happened?" Mary asked.
By the time Eden had told her everything, Castiel had arrived.
"You left them." Mary accused him.
"No, I- Dean told me to go. The woman-"
"The woman you lost?" The Winchester interrupted him.
"I didn't... I thought that she-"
"Stop making excuses!" She raised her voice, but then she gave a deep sigh. "Why- if they needed help, why didn't they call me?"
"You were out." Cas replied.
"They thought they had it handled. Believe me, I tried to get involved, but-"
"You are injured. Nothing you could have done would've helped." Cas cut Eden off.
"Yes, and look what happened!" Eden retorted.
"How did we let this happen?" Mary crossed her arms, gazing down at nothing in particular on the map table.
"Those boys couldn't have been anymore in over their heads if they tried..." Eden mumbled, wandering back towards the library. "I've been looking for possible locations they could've been taken to. There's dozens of military detention facilities all around the US that have been made public, countless more underground ones. I've asked a few of my contacts to help out, including a couple of the Vamps from Banner Elk. I know a couple of them had some scouting experience in their time and we need all hands on deck. Has anyone tried Mick yet?"
"I've been trying to reach him but he's not answering." Mary replied.
"Great..." Eden sighed, sitting back down in her chair in front of Dean's laptop.