Sara wasn't sure what day it was – she was sure she'd been in that damned room for at least a day and a half since she woke up, though. So far no one had come back, and she was getting worried. She'd occasionally hear voices or someone rustling around in the other room, but otherwise things were quiet.

She dared not call Lucifer back, for fear she might be tempted to do as he said. Her wrists were chaffed and raw from her pulling at them, hoping for one little surge of strength. Still, even if she regained enough strength to get out of her bonds, she was exhausted, and there was no way she'd be able to fight off both women.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself and clear her mind. Every moment she was stuck here was another moment Sam could be suffering.

She looked up, startled, as the door was unlocked. Her heart raced as the same severe looking woman who had knocked her out back at the bunker stared in at her. Sara had heard Toni call her Ms. Watts.

"Lady Antonia asked me to have a few words with you," Ms. Watts said politely, stepping inside. She set a black briefcase on the desk, flipping the lamp on.

"Lady Antonia can eat me," Sara snapped, in no mood for an interrogation. "I want to see Sam."

Ms. Watts opened the case, and Sara's heart beat faster as she withdrew a syringe. She took the cap off, walking towards Sara, who did her best to look brave.

"What's that?" she demanded, swallowing.

"I'm just taking a blood sample," Ms. Watts replied nonchalantly. "It won't hurt much, so long as you stay still."

Sara was too afraid to do anything otherwise, and she refrained from wincing as the needle pierced her skin. A moment later, Ms. Watts stepped away, holding the syringe full of Sara's blood.

"Now," the woman continued, placing the syringe in the case. "Let's talk about who you really are."

"I already said, I'm a student from Leeds," Sara retorted.

"You're a good liar," Ms. Watts replied. "Now, we have a few ideas, but nothing we can really confirm without your cooperation – which I assure you, I'll get, one way or another. So. Black eyes, an allergy to holy water . . . yet salt, iron, crosses, and a full-fledged exorcism didn't cause you to so much as flinch."

"We already went over this, I don't know how I got my powers."

"I do. Have you ever heard the word Cambion?"

Sara froze, shocked at the amount of knowledge these people seemed to hold. She didn't reply, her mind going a million miles a second as she tried to come up with an excuse, a retort, something.

Ms. Watts smirked. "Ah, so you have. Mother or father?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hmm." Ms. Watts returned to her case, removing another syringe. This one was filled with a clear liquid, and she turned back towards Sara. "Are you sure about that?" She asked, removing the cap.

Sara glared at her, feeling her eyes flicker. Instead of suppressing it, she allowed them to turn black, if only in a petty attempt to intimidate the woman standing in front of her. Ms. Watts narrowed her eyes.

"Screw you," Sara spat.

Ms. Watts smiled, and Sara hissed as she felt a sharp prick, and something cold being injected. At first nothing happened, and she started to make a rude comment – but then, she started to feel it. A creeping, warm sensation spreading throughout her body, gradually growing hotter and hotter to the point it brought tears to her eyes. She gasped for breath as it took full effect, causing her chest to body to contract and her limbs to tense up and shake.

She desperately tried to catch her breath, but her throat felt constricted. Her fists were clenched so tight blood began to drip from her hands where her nails dug into her skin. Whatever had been injected into her had taken full control of her body, even causing her tears to burn the skin on her face, steam rising from the wounds.

"W-what did you do?!" she coughed, throat raw. She could feel blood vessels around her eyes bursting as she suffocated slowly.

"Just a bit of holy water injected into your blood stream," Ms. Watts replied, taking a seat. "It should last about seven and half minutes. Don't worry, I only gave you a half a dose."

Sweat was starting to bead on her forehead, and having the same effect as the tears, burned into her skin. She forced herself to keep from crying out as she grew gradually hotter and damper from tears and sweat, though she wanted to scream. The constriction kept her from doing so anyway. She was being quietly tortured.

It was the longest seven and a half minutes of her life. As the pain started to dull, she could feel her mind swimming, and could hardly hold her head up.

I'd rather face Lucifer than go through that again, she told herself.

Was that an invitation? Whispered a voice in the back of her head.

She clenched her jaw harder, teeth grinding together painfully. No.

The door opened again, and Toni Bevell entered, looking pretty and perfect and not at all like a madwoman keeping two people chained up in an abandoned building.

"Hello, hello," she said cheerfully, looking around. "How are we doing today?"

"She's just had the first dose," Ms. Watts replied.

First?!

"Father," Sara rasped, voice beyond hoarse.

Toni glanced towards her, raising an eyebrow. "What was that?"

"My father," Sara continued, desperately trying to swallow against her parched throat. "He's a demon. Can I please have some water?"

Toni nodded at Ms. Watts, who exited to room, coming back a moment later with a bottle of water. She put a straw in it, lifting it to Sara's lips. Sara drank desperately, draining half the bottle in a matter of seconds.

Toni leaned in front of her, looking sympathetic, but Sara knew better. Whoever these people were, they were monsters. She couldn't even imagine what was happening to Sam right now.

"Tell me about your father," Toni said.

"He's . . ." Sara tried to find her breath, but even talking took everything she had.

"What about him, dear?" Toni asked gently.

"He's . . . going to kill you."

Toni blinked in surprise. "I hardly think so," she said with a false smile. "In case you haven't noticed we're quite good at holding our own."

"No," Sara chuckled, closing her eyes to relieve some of the pressure in her head. "You can't hide. Not from him. Not for long."

"And who exactly is he?" Toni narrowed her eyes. "What's his name?"

Sara smirked, opening her eyes again long enough to stare into Toni's. Toni looked disgusted, and a bit horrified - unknown to Sara, instead of turning black, her eyes had turned a daunting shade of crimson.

"Crowley."

Toni stood quickly, moving to exit the room.

"Give her another dose," she said coldly. "Double it."

"Yes, lady."

The smile died from Sara's lips as the second injection racked her body, leaving her with nothing but the satisfaction at shaking Toni up. All rational thoughts left her mind, though, as the dose took full effect, sending her spiraling into an eruption of agony.


Gavin leaned back from the console, rubbing a hand over his face. He was desperately in need of a shave, as his auburn stubble was coming in on his chin rapidly. He sighed, eyes watering from staring at the traffic cams all around the surrounding counties for so long.

He glanced towards the door as he heard footsteps approaching. Claire entered, holding a steaming mug in her hands.

"Hey," she said, approaching him. "Brought you some coffee. Figured you could use a break."

"I can – thank you," he said gratefully, accepting the mug and sipping at it.

Two days Sara and Sam had been missing, and it was starting to take its looked like Gavin felt – dark circles from lack of sleep under her eyes, hair messily thrown in a bun, she looked as exhausted as the others.

Gavin was unsure how she still managed to look so beautiful.

"Where is everyone?" Gavin asked, stretching and trying to hide the fact that he'd just been staring.

"Alex and Jody went to check out some abandoned buildings in the surrounding areas," Claire replied, pushing some loose hair behind her ear. "Dean and Cas are upstairs. I think Dean's mom went to bed."

"It's weird, isn't it? Having her here?" Gavin asked quietly.

Claire's eyes widened. "Oh my God, so weird. Like I feel really bad for her. She's completely lost."

"I get it," Gavin nodded. "When I first came here I thought I was dead. Things were so foreign . . . sometimes I still have trouble figuring things out."

"Sometimes I forget how far from home you are," Claire said quietly.

"Me too," he admitted, standing. He smiled weakly, laying his hands on her shoulders. "But I have a new home. And people worth sticking around for. Sara, Da . . . you."

Claire smiled too, standing on her toes to give him a quick kiss. He brushed her hair back as they found comfort in each other, unable to forget their worries but maybe able to pause them for just a moment.

"Oh. I – I'm sorry. I didn't mean to . . ."

Claire pulled away from Gavin, finding a startled Mary Winchester standing in the doorway. Claire turned bright red, and Gavin took a step away, clearing his throat and not making eye contact.

"Dean, um," Mary cleared her throat. "Dean thinks he found something. A farmhouse, in Missouri. Castiel is there now."