I barely had the energy to unlock the door, I fumbled with the key until I heard a click making me push down on the handle the door swung open as I did and threw me into the dark motel room. I sighed out loud in my tired state as I forced myself to shut the door as I'd just hauled an armful of bags upstairs to the motel room with me that contained new clothes and toiletries it seemed a good idea at the time as I'd stopped for gas, but after about five hours of driving and having to carry them to the room it was just exhausting.

Once inside the dark motel room I raised my hand up and felt around on the wall nearest to me for something to turn on the light and pressed on what felt like a switch when my fingers touched it, it clicked when I did and the lights gave a low hum before lighting up the room. My heavy eyes almost lit up now that I can see the way to the bathroom, I stumbled towards it bags still in hand.

I remembered the look on the check-in boy's face as I'd asked for a room, he just looked me up and down scrunching his nose at my dirty appearance. He'd started to say something as a plump, brown haired woman appeared from behind him gasping as she looked at me, her brown eyes had been full of concern she'd asked if I was hurt and needed help I'd just lied and told her I'd fallen into a muddy river while camping and reluctantly she bought my lie, I decided that I liked her though she seems like the kind of caring person who likes to fuss over, even mother people. She checked me in and I thanked her telling her how relieved I'd be to get a hot shower, we'd had a laugh about that as I left.

I smiled as I stumbled into the bathroom finally happy as I dropped the bags at my feet not caring about the bathroom door being open as I made my way to the shower, reaching inside of it to switch it on. After I hit the power button I fell back on my heels watching the steam rise as the water began to flow from the shower head, quickly I pulled my dress off of me and it made a loud tearing noise as I pulled it over my head. As I let it fall to the ground I could see the tear that had just been made in the skirt of the dress, it confused me until I saw the glistening blade tied to around my right leg. The skirt must have gotten caught on my angel blade when I'd pulled it off, I thought I'd lost this back in that hell hole obviously I'd just forgotten I'd tied it too my leg with a torn piece of fabric from my dress.

I untied the blade practically ripping it from my leg before tossing it behind me, hopefully towards the pile of bags and pretty much threw myself into the shower as it left my hand. I almost crumbled under the hot water as it ran over my burnt, bruised and dirty body. The water ran through my hair and down my body, I could see the blood and dirt falling off me and it all swirled away down the drain. I grabbed a scrunchy looking sponge and began scrubbing myself with some soap that was there, it also said it was shampoo so I lathered it into my hair too. I hadn't felt this clean in a long time was all I could think as the soapy lather rolled off me, reluctantly when I was finished cleaning myself I turned off the shower and climbed out pulling a towel around me as I did.

The towel was way too soft compared to the firm and dirty fabric I'd been in for far too long, I quickly dried off and attempted to dry my hair with the towel but gave up quickly tossing the towel away as I did. I drop down by the pile of bags and reached into a shopping bag fumbling for something to put on, my hand found an oversize t-shirt I had bought by accident it would do for sleeping in though. I quickly pulled it on, it really was oversized I thought as I stood back up, it fell down just above my knees. I looked up seeing myself in the mirror as I did, my eyes widened at a sight I thought I'd never see again. It was me, I wasn't dirty, a little beaten up but I wasn't dirty. The sight made me step closer as I inspected myself, I could see the few freckles that I have sprinkled across my high cheek bones, I could see my full plump lips, absentmindedly I touched my hand to them as I thought it. My wet red hair clung to my face and the oversized navy blue T-shirt made me look like a child, a small smile snuck its way across my lips and I watched as my bright blue eyes softened for the first time, they no longer looked as wild as they did in the bunker.

I let out a yawn which made me turn away from the mirror as it escaped, I made my way out of the bathroom and threw myself into the bed that was now in front of me. I climbed under the covers barely able to hold onto consciousness, honestly I didn't think driving for over five hours would be this tiring. I was just glad I'd found this motel before I had to pull over and sleep in the back of the car, it's called the motel 6 in someplace called Denver, Colorado and that was one of my last thought before I drift to sleep.

I could have only slept for about three hours before, I was woken up by what sounded like someone moving around the room. I peeked out from under the covers looking around carefully, stupidly I'd left my angel blade in the bathroom. My eyes caught sight of a figure sitting in the chair just at the bottom off the bed, I threw myself up ignoring the pounding in my chest as I did and the bedside lamp flickered on as I sat up in the bed.

"Hello darling," a thick british accent called out.

"Crowley," I snarled, as I looked the demon up and down. "You have a new vessel." I stared blankly as I inspected his new look, he looked like some sort of agent in his all black suit, short brown hair and eyes to match, not very tall but was probably some sort of successful man before a demon possessed him.

"And your back," he cocked his head at me as he leaned forward. "That would seem impossible seen as you've been off the map for oh say... over eighty years."

"Eighty years... I don't know how... I think it was because of some clumsy british woman from the..."

"No but the one responsible is british," he smiled, winking as he leaned back in the seat.

"You," I gasped. "But how is that possible?"

"I'd been looking for you for a while... Kind of a last resort against Lucifer because you see he's running amuck."

"I know that," I growled angrily. "I will not help you Crowley, not against him! I never want to face Lucifer again, not after all he's done to me or did you forget?"

He shook his head trying to hide a grimace as he did, "no but I think you will help me."

"And why is that?"

"Because you wouldn't want him knowing where you are, now would you?" He smiled wickedly at me.

"You son of a bitch, Crowley..."

"I can also help get your grace back," he almost sung that with a smug smile plaster to his face.

I had to admit that was tempting, "but what's the cost?"

"Oh not much... I can keep Lucifer away from you, you'll get your grace back, you just have to keep some little rugrats occupied for me."

"Rugrats?"

"The Winchesters."

"Winchesters? You mean Sam cause Dean is..."

"Not dead... Amara an flew back to heaven together, let Dean live and brought back their mother. And Dean's pissed that his car is gone by the way, they are out looking now for his precious baby. I just wanted to give you a head start seen as you were stupid enough to use one of those credit cards to fuel up the car!" He screamed angrily at me.

"I didn't know they could track me on it... I... I..." I didn't know what to do now as panic began to overcome me, I just wanted to run.

"You're going to work for me, you're going to keep them distracted, you're going to leave now and head for Jacksonville. There will be accommodation in place for you."

"And why would I do it?"

"Protection from Lucifer and of course you'll get all your grace back."

"It's not possible, you can't..."

"I can, my mother's a witch and she WILL find away. So do we have a deal?"

It's a small price to pay to get my grace back, I just have to distract the Winchesters it couldn't be that hard. "Well I don't know how you are planning on making this deal because if I remember correctly they don't work on angels."

"I have my ways," his eyes twinkled wickedly as the words escaped his made.

"I don't really have a choice if I sign and fail I end up at the hands of Lucifer and if I don't... Oh let me see I end up with Lucifer," I wanted that to come out more forced but instead I sounded more like a whiny child.

"Check mate," a sly smile spread across his face.

"You are impossible," I spat out angrily.

"It's a small price to pay, babysitter to the Winchesters. You keep them distracted and I promise I'll rid the world off the problem that's running around, I'm going to have to rush you I really don't want to be here when those boys burst in. Guns blazing and all... Literally."

"Fine," I huffed as I slid out off the bed and stood up, the T-shirt fell around my leg as I did. As we stood in front of each other there was just a few things I needed to know, "are you sure you will get my grace back? And I will never have to come across Lucifer." He just nodded, "if he does find me does that break the contract?"

"Of course it would," he barked at me. "Now you know how to seal a deal."

"Ok good, that's all I needed to know," I breathed out a heavy sigh before pressing my lips to Crowley's.

"Well thanks for business," he laughed as he pulled away. "Now you best disappear, you'll find what you need in your duffel bag." And with one last wink he disappeared.

Bloody demons! I hope what I've just done is worth it, I quickly ran to the bathroom ripping off the top and quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, this one actually fitted me. I stuffed the rest off the clothes, toiletries and my angel blade into the duffel bag, spying a few objects that hadn't been there before. I quickly forced on a pair of socks, then the boots that I'd bought and slung the duffel bag over my shoulder as I made my way out of the bathroom.

I grabbed the room key that I'd dropped on the floor on the way in last night, as I pulled the door handle open I took one look back at the room making sure I hadn't left any clues. It didn't look like it so I locked the door and made for the reception, I wasn't really quite sure how I'd managed to get organised in less that ten minutes.

My eyes nipped a little at the bright light that hit them, I noticed the sun was starting to come up as I made my way across the car park. I'd better hurry I had no idea how close the Winchesters could be and according to how Crowley had acted about them I certainly didn't want to run into them.

As I burst through the receptions door I spotted a little box that had the words 'Return Keys Here' on it and a little slot in the top, well that was quite useful I don't have to go through the process off talking to someone again. I slid the key into the slot and turned away trying to make my way to the door, as the key clattered to the bottom of the box I heard someone shuffling towards the counter.

"Checking out dear," a warm little voice called out.

"Oh yes," I said flashing a smile as I spun around to face them. "Just have someplace to be."

"Oh it's you, the girl from last night right?" I just gave her a nod. "Well don't you clean up nice."

"Why thank you. I really must go now though," I insisted.

"Ok sugar, you take care now. I hope your not in any trouble now," her voice warm and yet full of worry.

Lady you have no idea, I smiled at her before turning away as I left through the door I called back, "you take care as well."

As soon as the door shut behind me I pretty much sprinted from the impala, throwing myself inside when I reached it. I placed the duffel bag beside me again and rummaged for the keys, when my hands found them I quickly shoved them into the ignition. I turned back to the bag the small black screen caught my attention I probably need this, I thought to myself as I pulled it out and stuck it to the window. It sprung to life when my hand left it and started telling me which direction to drive in.

Well I suppose Crowley can be useful after all, although he always knows too much. I just hope that he didn't know too much about me, I shuddered as I pulled the belt around me trying to shake that thoughts away as I began to pull the impala out off the car park.

Right Lailah time to run again, your good at running and let's lay a trail for these boys to keep them guessing, one that's going to take them a few weeks maybe even months to follow. I laughed to myself as I took off down the street in the black car, she purred to life as we flew down the open road. I turned the thing on that plays music, cranked the window letting the wind flow through my hair again I'd enjoyed that feeling last night.

Well good luck with keeping up with me boys, my last thought before I disappeared down the road and out of Denver.