Lola had no memories after being snatched from the boys, she had passed out, whether by force or stress, she didn't know. She woke to a dark room, the fear she felt sinking back in, her heart racing. Would the boys that grew to be like brothers to her be able to find her. A tear slid down her cheek. Castiel would find her, he had to, her guardian angel, the one she realized she loved more and more each day. The demons had possesed and killed her parents and she felt she had no reason for living. Castiel was her reason for living now. He was there when she feel asleep and there when she woke. It was worth seeing him right there beside her each and everyday. If she was to die, she couldn't die without telling him how she felt. What nosense, he is an angel, but would he visit her in heaven, would she go to heaven. Lola found comfort in what little memories they shared. She had to laugh at the thought of his normally cool, calm, and collected expression, how it changed to one of panic, confusion, and concern, when he saw her cry at the end of Gone with the Wind. Lola sat up as the door opened, blinding her with light, a figure approached her with hands reaching for her. She huddled in the corner of the room. "No, please, don't." She screamed as the figure neared to place two fingers upon her head, the world once again blackened before she had the chance to swat at the figure. Castiel stood in the corner of Sam and Dean's motel room, listening to them dicuss what to do next. "So now what, we capture some angels and grill them until one of them squeals?" Dean pauses to rub his chin. "That whole protecting her crap is bull shit." Sam nodded in response. "I guess if that's what we have to do, I guess we do it." Balthazar appears. "I couldn't help catching that last bit. Why do that when you can get your answers for free?" Balthazar plopped down on the nearest bed and jumped around a bit. "Water bed, I've always wanted to try one. Since we don't sleep, never had the opportunity." "Lucky you." Dean said sarcasticly.
"So you know where she is? Cas asked. "No, but I know who does." "Is your source reliable?" "You know Castiel, if you were out looking for answers instead of standing around, you might have found your girlfriends wherabouts yourself. So, yes, my source is very reliable." Castiel felt Balthazar's words like a slap to his face but he knew he was right. What was wrong with him, he couldn barely think straight. If he cared as much as he thought he did about Lola then why wasn't he doing something about it. Balthazar walked to the door. "May I introduce to you my source." Sam, Cass, and Dean exchanged looks beyond shock and on the edge of anger. "Hello again."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Dean stormed at their new arrival as Castiel grabbed a good chunk of his jacket to stop him. Castiel was just as angry as Dean but he knew picking a fight with Raphael was suicide. If Raphael was here, then where was Lola. Sam spoke Cass's mind. "Where is she?"
"Gone." Raphael answered. Dean attempted another run at him.
"I swear if you hurt her, I'll kill you, you son of a bitch." Luckily Cass still had a good grip on him. "What do you mean by gone?" Castiel asked. "A traitor stole her from us. Meg has her, at least that is what we have been told. We know where they took her, we just can't get to her." "Why not?" Cass replied. "It has been angel blocked. We need someone to go in and fix that little problem." Raphael answered. "Why, so you can steal her back?" Yelled Dean. "I could find someone else for the job, but she hasn't much more time for that. It's morning now but by midnight tonight when the full moon is at its highest, she will be sacrificed. Her soul will be offered up to the beast of hell and they will be one within her body. The apocalypse will be kicked back into high gear." "Isn't that what you wanted?" Dean spoke with rage. "Yes, but not this way. Are you in or out?" Raphael demanded an answer. "In." Castiel answered for them. Dean looked into Castiel's eyes, then sighed and nodded. "In."
Sam shook his head with disapproval, then looked at Raphael and nodded. "Yeah."