Hi all! So what did you think of Chapter 1? I hope you enjoyed it!
Next Chapter, here we go!

Chapter 2

Bright blue eyes stared helplessly through the dark. The young woman's face was sad and fearful. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Dean Winchester, yelled to her. "Hun? Are you alright?" he reached for her, but she seemed to escape farther and farther from his reach. Tears filed her lovely sapphire orbs, and as the dark haired girl blinked slowly, the tears streamed down her rosy cheeks. Again her lips moved, He could almost make out the motion of 'help' but words carried to his ears. Dean moved towards her, the darkness around him was eerie and uncomfortable. He reached within in his jacket for his handgun. His eyes flicked around him, curious of where he could be. He focused back in front of him as the strange, silent woman disappeared. Dean was now completely alone in the infinite darkness. For a moment the silent was deafening, and then he heard a female's blood curdling scream. Assuming it must be who had just disappeared from his sights, he gripped his weapon tighter from within his leather jacket and moved forward into the dark abyss.
"HEY!" he shouted out into the empty space, and a hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder.
The elder Winchester thrashed out, smacking and elbowing the dark shape away from him.

Sam quickly withdrew his hand from his brothers shoulder as fists flew out around him.
"DEAN! DEAN! Wake up!"
Dean's eyes shot open and he instantly stopped his attack on Sam.
"Sammy…?" he mumbled in a raspy voice, his eyes squinting as he adjusted to the lights in the shabby motel room.
"You alright?" Sam asked, an eyebrow raised. He stood over the bed where Dean was still sitting.

Dazed from what he had just seen, Dean squeezed the bridge of his nose as though he was ridding himself of a headache. He cleared his throat and looked up at his brother, whom at this point was looking quite concerned.
"yeah, yeah im good." He finally replied as he swung his feet over the bed, and slowly stood.

Sam backed off and returned to the small round table in the corner of the motel room where his laptop and stack of leather bound books were stacked and strewn about.
Dean slowly found his way to the bathroom, and leaned over the sink, splashing cool water to his face.
Patting his face dry, he looked up to the mirror over the sink, the tired reflection stared back at him as he replayed pieces of the disturbing image of the sapphire eyed woman cryimg. He shook his head, then called out to his brother.
"So bookworm, whatve you got so far? Where is this so-called badass, son-of-a-bitch?"
Sam grunted, and clicks of his keyboard filled the room.
"Sam! You woke me up! Give me something here!" Dean said, walking out of the bathroom, pushing the dream to the back of his mind.
Sam looked up from his laptop and shook his head, trying his best to hid a smile.
"I woke you up, because you sounded like you were dying over there" he replied, nodding to the bed where he had just been sleeping in.
Dean snorted and settled himself down in the chair across from his brother, popping the cork on a cheap jug of whiskey that he had left conveniently left on the table.

"Well…Cas confirmed the research on Lucifer's girl….friend wasn't completely bogus…" Sam finally responded. He paused a moment as he typed something on his keyboard, then looked up at his partner sitting across from him, whom was taking long swigs from the plastic bottle.
"But…he also said something about Lucifer looking for a new mate before the apocalypse was in full swing…"
"Oh, goodie…" Dean stated sarcastically.
"A mortal mate, Dean..some poor girl is going to be swayed into this chaos without even knowing it." Sam finished, sounding slightly agitated.
"and what're we supposed to do about that then?" Dean responded still sounding seriously sarcastic.
"Well, Cas said he's got a lead on where we could find her…...Dean, he wants us to save her from him, and hopefully stop this…sounds to me that we've got his Achilles' Heel.."
Dean sighed feeling defeated, knowing Sam was right, if this lead would somehow weaken The Devil himself, it was worth a shot.
"So…where to then Sammy boy?"
Sam looked at his brother , raising his eyebrows and grinned.
"Vegas."

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"5 minutes, Dev." A man carrying a clipboard shouted to her, she watch him through the mirror she was sitting before as he held up is hand showing five fingers, signaling the time.
Devon was perched on a stood before the mirror, brushing her hair and observing her appearance carefully.

It had been nearly a month since that faithful night in her motel room. Since then, her life had changed significantly. She was on top of the world, all the men eyed her with wanting eyes. Lucifer had promised her happiness, and so far, he had been true to his word. It was for a price of course though, and in his mind a fair trade.

Devon stood from the stool, and adjusted her clothing. She was adorned in a short tight black dress, and her every curve was prominent, and her cleavage, exquisite. She forced a smile into the mirror as she flipped her dark hair. It was time to work. Time to keep him happy. Time to collect souls.