"Now, Lucifer, he had been placing visions in you head. We had no idea why. So I came in and searched. He was filling your mind with information about himself, demons, and hell. I had to prevent these things from filling your mind, or it could kill you and/or put you in agonizing pain. I suppose he would set these things off if you didn't do what he wanted. I filled your mind with views of Heaven and me to help put a balance in."

"What does he want with me?"

Castiel was silent.

"Castiel?"

"Are you afraid?" He asked.

For a fraction of a moment Elizabeth was annoyed at his trying to change the subject, but remembering who he was, she let that feeling go.

"Very."

"I wish I could tell you not to be, but you are right to. Now, I need you to stay here for a few minuets. I will come get you momentarily."

Before Elizabeth could say anything in return he had vanished. Within a moment she heard a voice coming from the Locker room. He had an accent, maybe British, but she couldn't tell.

"Are you kidding me?" The one with the accent asked.

"When I found out what Lucifer had planned for her I vowed I would protect her."

"Why?"

"No one deserves to go through what he will make her go through. Worse than anything Alastair could ever do alone. Put together she could go through one thousand years of torture, and each day hurting even more than the one before. Put yourself in her place. She is thirteen years of age, and a vessel that almost any angel could use for eternity. Lucifer wants her as his vessel. If this happens he will be stronger than ever."

Elizabeth heard this and fear once again filled her being, stronger than ever. Despite what Castiel had said, she forced herself out of the shower and into the Locker Room. "He wants me as a vessel?" She questioned.

"I told you to stay in there." Castiel told her.

"Then you should've gone somewhere where I couldn't hear you!"

"This is the girl?"

"Balthazar," She said, looking at him.

"You put me in her memory?"

"It…happened."

"Lucifer wants to torture me?"

"Only if you deny being his vessel." Castiel replied.

Tears swelled up in Elizabeth's eyes. "Please don't let him take me,"

Suddenly Castiel did something she would've never imagined. He walked over to her and hugged her tightly, comforting her.

"Well, I'll just be going then…" Balthazar said awkwardly. Without another word he had vanished.

"I wont let him get you," Castiel said to her softly.

Elizabeth's tears started to fall. Castiel led her to the cushie bench in the centre of the room. The two sat down and Castiel let her cry into his arms until she had cried all she could, and along that she had cried herself to sleep. Her head rested on his lap.

"Shouldn't you wake her?" Balthazar asked.

"Have you been watching this entire time?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"I should let her sleep. Let her have a bit of peace."

"What if Lucifer enters her dream?"

Castiel was silent for a few moments. "I'll wake her in a few minuets. She needs some time to relax."

"Have you realized she is only in a bikini?"

Castiel looked confused.

"What she's wearing right now…"

"Oh, I will have her change when she awakes."

"You can protect her in a way I don't think you've thought of,"

"And that is?"

"She is able to become a vessel of your own. You could use her as a vessel until you have gotten her somewhere where Lucifer can't reach her. You couldn't use her as a permanent vessel, but one until you have saved her."

"It would be easier for Lucifer to take her on the way. He could get you me of her easily."