I'd like to clarify, that when Dean and Sam previous had a run in with Gods they were informed that all Gods are real. In this I have made Venus and Aphrodite the same person even though they're technically different Gods! Sorry if the inconsistency bothers you! Thanks for reading, this is the long chapter I promised! Enjoy!

Chapter 4 - Devil's Dinner Party

"So, you were invited to a party" Sam repeats, just as puzzled as us.

"Yes, I was invited to a party with the other Gods" I inform him and Cas, back at the motel.

"And we think that they don't know that you've lost your memory?" I nod in confirmation.

"This is indeed, very odd. Why now? You've been alive for twenty three years, why now?" Cas thinks aloud.

"You're twenty three?" Dean asks unnecessarily. I shoot him a withering look and ignore him.

"How did they find me? Maybe having that flash back sent up some sort of beacon or signal to let them all know where I am?" I ask the three men.

"Possibly, It's hard to know" Cas replies, falling deeper into thought. I sigh, flopping onto the bed.

"Woah, woah woah" Sam cuts across us, his face scrunched in confusion.

"Why are we going to this thing?" He asks, not sounding fond of the idea.

"Because Sam, we have the small matter of a God with no memory in our motel room with no leads" Dean casts his brother a look, his voice frustrated.

"Yeah, but isn't this a little dangerous?" Sam does sound worried.

"It's all we have to go on! We need info!" Dean exclaims and Sam concedes.

"So we have, what" I look at the clock on the wall "Just under nine hours to teach me how to act like a God, work out a plan and attend a party full of Gods that remember me even though I have no clue who they are" I feel like reciting weird things is a part of my life now.

"Pretty much" Sam confirms. I purse my lips and nod calmly.

"What the f-" Dean cuts me off abruptly.

"Sam and I have a few suits between us, Cas, you can borrow one and we picked up Holier Than Thou here a dress" I glare at him and he purposefully ignores me. Cas turns to me gravely.

"You must remember, if you are going to act like a God, you must also dress like one" He points out. I frown at him and he elaborates.

"You were, or are, the Goddess of love. That means elegant, pretty and…" he trails off and I just know I'm not gonna like what comes next "And seductive" I sigh.

"Why couldn't I have been the Goddess of fluffy blankets or something" I sigh, dropping my head into my hands. No one speaks and I let the silence surround me for a moment.

"Fuck it, let's go then. How do I be a seductive God?" I ask openly, waiting for anyone to answer.

"Well, firstly, you have to be confident. Gods are rarely insecure or doubtful of themselves" Cas begins. I nod, sitting up straighter.

"Yes, that does mean having good posture. Square shoulders and straight back" He nudges, I sit up even straighter and square my shoulders.

"Most of them are quite indignant. Act like you're always right, like you're assured of every word you say" He further instructs. Dean rolls his eyes and mutters something about getting some food. Sam looks to him and then to us.

"Good idea, you want anything…uh…" Sam trails off, not knowing what to call me. I brush it off like it doesn't bother me.

"Yeah, grab me a burger. I need one, trust me" Dean nods acceptingly and the two make a swift exit. I turn back to Cas.

"What else do I do, wing boy?" Cas looks slightly puzzled at the name but thinks better of asking about it.

"Your dress…" he beings solemnly. I look at him pure dread.

"Oh God Cas, what about my dress?" I ask, afraid of the answer. He manages to look apologetic.

"It's likely to have too much fabric…" I sigh, releasing the breath I had been unconsciously holding. I walked sadly over to the bag containing the clothing and slowly pulled it out. I hadn't even tried it on yet and I was already going to be cutting at it. It was a deep blue satin floor length dress, it hung down at the back in two horizontal hanging folds. I looked at it and decided that I could cut out the panels of fabric in-between the elegant folds which would expose my lower back and from the top of my neck to the start of my spine. I laid it gently out onto the bed and reached into my bag for the fabric scissors I always had with me. It sounded stupid but I liked making things, when I wasn't running away from the devil, obviously. They were also a plus for self defence. That was kinda just an excuse but it was good enough. Cas watched as I delicately held the smooth dress.

"I hate you" I say absentmindedly. I can see him look taken aback in the corner of my vision but I don't care. I get to work on the dress, hoping to god it fit me. I also decided to slit it down the leg too, if I was going all out.

"There, is that good enough?" Cas nodded and I hugged the cut fabric to me sadly. Cas cleared his throat.

"I, uh, I'm sorry about your dress" he tries to sympathise. I look at him, eyes wide. At least he tried.

"Thank you, Castiel" I say sincerely.

"Now, back to mannerisms"

Dean and Sam returned nearly an hour later to find Cas instructing their friend on how to walk 'fiercely'. Dean stopped his brother mid walk and turned to him.

"Remind me to disown Cas when this is all over" Sam just laughed slightly and fully entered the room, letting his brother shut the door. I turn desperately to them and almost launch myself on them.

"Oh thank god, you're back" I exclaim in relief. Sam looks confused as he hands me a bag containing my burger. I lean close to him and whisper

"He's a slave driver" Sam snorts and I back away. Cas looks a little crestfallen and I feel bad for him.

"Yes, well, I think we've covered everything" he says awkwardly. I stride over to him and pull him into an unreciprocated hug.

"Thanks for the help Cas" I release him and turn away to sit on my bed as he straightens his ruffled clothes. I greedily pull out the burger and start munching away.

"Did we miss much, other than your God etiquette lessons?" Sam asks, holding a salad. I look at it, confused as I observe that Dean is happily starting a burger. I tuck it away for later and take another bite of my burger while pointing accusingly at Cas.

"He made me cut my dress" I moan childishly.

"He what?" Dean starts, moving his burger away from his face.

"It wasn't revealing enough" I state grumpily. The brothers turn to face the now baffled angel.

"The hell Cas" Dean asks, somehow briefly forgetting his burger. Cas defends himself calmly.

"Just think Dean, she's the Goddess of love, sex, passion - everything that makes man's primal instincts alert and more. The Aphrodite or Venus they know, the one you've read about in mythology, wasn't exactly shy" he makes good points but it doesn't mean I have to like it. He continues on though.

"So, if this esteemed Goddess shows up dressed like your average human, they're going to suspect something is wrong" I sigh in defeat, stuffing more burger into my mouth. We all admit defeat to his logic.

"You should be glad she's wearing more than a sash" Cas mutters and I choke on my burger but decide to pretend that comment didn't happen. I glance at the clock and do a double take.

"Jesus Christ, it's nearly six" I almost yell, startling the members of the room. Dean finishes the last bit of his burger and talks with a full mouth.

"So?" he gets out, around the contents of his mouth.

"So, I have to look, talk and act like a Goddess in three hours" He still doesn't seem to get it and I sigh loudly.

"I'm going in the shower and I'm going to get ready" I grab the bag that had contained my dress, which was now home to a few items of make-up and shoes. I also took my dress, which was hanging up, resorting myself to getting ready completely in the bathroom. I jump into the shower and quickly wash my hair and body before switching it off and rushing around trying to dry myself. I towel dry my hair but I do it more thoroughly, so It's actually pretty much dry this time. I take another look at the dress and sigh, guessing that I won't need a bra with it. I push my hair of out my face and lean towards the mirror to start doing my make up. I apply foundation and concealer, trying to look flawless. I also use highlighter and bronzer to make my features seem sharp and what I hope looks more God-like. I draw on some slightly curved, well practised eyeliner and finish with some plum lipstick. I look at the person in the mirror, nod swiftly before grabbing the dress off the hanger and gently pulling it on. It fit, thank God. I zip up the side and look at myself again. I barely looked like me. Well, it was me, but I looked a lot prettier. Right now, I was more God than I was average human. I sigh - it seems I sigh a lot these days. I slip on the matching satin shoes, which only have a small heel incase I need to run. I admire how my eyes seem to become almost pearl coloured in this light. I pick up my black hair, ruffling it slightly so it falls into waves. I pull out some of the bobby pins I always kept with me and begin to twist it into a smooth and slightly intricate bun. I secure it with a few pins and let a few strands either side of my hair fall down to frame my face. I again gaze at my reflection before nodding again, as if reassuring myself, before shoving everything back into my bag. I turn to the door, suddenly nervous to open it. What will they think? Will they notice? Will they think I look fake? Is the lighting in here bad and my make up is actually awful? How on earth could I be a God with all these stupid insecurities. I take a deep breath, unlock the door and push it open bravely. One step, two steps, three steps and I'm into the main room. I blush and quickly avert my eyes when I see Dean's bare chest as he pulls on his shirt. Sam is just shrugging on his suit jacket when he looks up to see me. I hope that he can't see my blush under all this make up.

"Wow, you uh, you look great" I smile at him, smoothing down my dress self consciously. Dean is buttoning up his shirt when his gaze falls on me. I find myself stuck. In that moment, I can't seem to focus on any one thought apart from the way Dean is looking at me. My chest tightens and my heart speeds up.

Shit

I had well and truly done it now. Oh God, I was so screwed.

"You clean up well" his sentence sounds empty without a name at the end of it. He looks away and continues getting changed. It's like a constant reminder of what I am. I don't know what to call myself anymore. I'm not Clarissa but I'm sure as hell not Venus or Aphrodite. How could I develop feelings for someone else when I didn't even know how I felt about myself? I am pulled from my thoughts by Cas entering the room from the kitchen. He is fully clothed in a James Bond style suit and I can appreciate how dashing he looks. He is holding his tie, not looking confused but also not looking inclined to put it on.

"You look perfect" Cas says matter of factly. I can safely assume he's only thinking that I look just like I should. I smile at him lightly, pulling the tie out of his hands and beginning to put it around his neck.

"You aren't going to strangle me, are you?" He sounds genuinely scared and I laugh.

"Not today, " I comment comically. He lets out a breath of relief and I step back, letting go of his now made up tie.

"Who'd have thought, eh?" I turn to look at Dean, who is on the last button of his jacket.

"Who'd have thought we'd see the day that three of us dress up to be toy boys to the Goddess Of Love" We all just stare at him, immediately acknowledging how bizarre and unbelievable that sentence was. He nods and pulls in his lips to make a line with his mouth.

"Right no one" he mutters, pulling down the sleeves of his suit.

"What is my life?" I say more to myself but Dean catches it. He looks like he's thinking about it.

"It's like dinner with the devil, sweet cheeks" I want to groan at the stupid pet name but I get the feeling it was mostly sarcastic.

"Well" I clap my hands together, glancing at the time. It's nearly eight and I feel quite proud at achieving this in two hours.

"We need to actually find this place and then get there fashionably late" I say, sounding more confident than I feel. A silence falls over the room, everyone too worried to talk. "Is this a really bad idea?" I ask, my words drowning in the empty room.

"Who knows?" Sam replies, shrugging and gathering his things.

"It's just, if things do go wrong, we can't beat them. I mean, they're Gods" I emphasise the word but no one seemed fazed. Maybe this is just life for them - Never knowing if they'll make it back alive. I take a deep breath, taking one step forward.

"Let's do this, then." Only I could make a badass line sound unsure, I laugh to myself before attempting to shake my nerves off. "So what's the deal weapon wise?" I ask, serious and focused.

"Well, Dean and I have guns, among a few other things incase a few demons decide to show. Cas has his blade and you, M'Lady, can have this knife." I stare, my eyes wide open, at the blade as he sheaths it and hands it to me.

"And where the hell am I supposed to keep this?" I know I sound sassy but I get the feeling that's not why I haven't received an answer. Sheepishly, Dean raises a thigh strap and I huff loudly, snatching it from him, stalking into the bathroom to put it on. It's not particularly comfortable and I'd rather be without it, but it could be worse. I slip the knife securely in place and stupidly jiggle my leg around to see if it will fall off. It doesn't and I drop my dress, concealing the deadly instrument. I walk back out, briefly forgetting all the etiquette Cas had taught me.

"It's unlikely I'll do any damage with that thing" I point out. Sam smiles.

"We know, it's just in case" I nod curtly. Then, as we have nothing more to stall with, we begin to exit the motel. I open the door to the back of the Impala and carefully climb in next to Cas, who kindly holds his hand out to support me. I smile thankfully at him and settle myself before shutting my door, making sure my dress isn't caught. I mainly zone out on the car ride there. I'm too busy being scared to really notice where we're going. What if I can't do it? What if I can't be in character? I try to cut these thoughts and instead make a list:

Walk confidently

Talk sharply

These are not your friends, they're your…toy boys.

I had to try not to shudder at that last one. It was so strange to think that the three people who actually knew what they were doing were the ones pretending to be minions. We slowly pull up towards a huge, majestic mansion. It looks straight out a Princess film. It was almost shimmering, with pristine white walls and doors. The whole place was immaculate, complete with a light brown roof that contrasted well with the whiteness of the house. There were patterns written in vivid gold on the door and on the two massive pillars that stood guard either side of the near palace. I try to hold in a gasp and gaze at the place in awe. Castiel reaches over and touches my shoulder.

"Now might be a good time to get into character" I feel my heart sink and I take a deep breath. I sit up straighter and square my shoulders, raising my chin confidently like Cas had told me. I had nothing to hide, nothing to be afraid of, I was a God. Kind of….For now, at least. We pull up, Dean and Sam swiftly exiting. Dean opens my door and I delicately place my hand in his so he can help me out. As I stand up he leans close my ear.

"Might I say, my queen, you look striking tonight" I keep my facial expression blank but my heart is leaping at the compliment. I incline my head ever so slightly so he knows that I heard him but other than that, I ignore it. Cas is also smoothly out of the car and Dean reluctantly hands his keys to a parking chauffeur. The car drives away and I make sure my posture is correct before stalking confidently and seductively forward. Cas had promised to whisper the names of the different Gods as he recognised them.

"Cas" I whisper, drawing his attention to the one greeting guests at the door.

"That's the host, Hera" I knew a lot more about Greek Mythology than your average person, but I still wasn't sure exactly what to call them. But at least I knew who they were. She has golden blonde hair that feel to the side in a loose twist, her face was older than mine but she still looked immortally young. Her skin had a natural glow to it and her lips parted to reveal pristine white teeth that smiled kindly at me. She held out her hands to take mine sweetly.

"Lorelei, darling, you came!" Her voice is that of an aristocrat with a warmer tinge to it.

"Of course" I say, annunciating my words. I grip her hands softly and cast her of winning smile.

"I wouldn't miss it" I pray to God that I sound like the real Aphrodite. Or Venus. Or whatever her-my name is. She releases my hands and glances at the boys behind me.

"Entourage as normal" her eyes are gleaming mischievously.

"Girls gotta keep herself busy" I say confidently, not even slightly moving to look at them. She nods and her face falls solemnly. She moves close to my ear and I move in to hear her.

"I'm so sorry that he's back Darling. You're welcome here anytime" I step back, trying to look like I have an idea what the hell she's on about. I nod, my face serious.

"Thank you" I offer simply, she smiles and sighs before hurrying us inside. As we enter the foyer, a man appears from almost nowhere and asks if we have any coats or belongings he'd like us to take. I shake my head no, allowing the boys to deal with him. He leaves and we're left alone briefly.

"What did she say to you?" Dean asks almost immediately. I turn to them, my act dropping for a moment.

"She said she's sorry that 'he's' back and that I'm welcome here any time" I shove at them hurriedly, leaving them to ponder as I whip back around and assume my facade.

"What do I do now? I don't want to spend the whole night mingling" I whisper out of the side of my mouth.

"And we don't want to be your human slave toy boys all night, too bad." Dean's voice is dripping with sarcasm and I want to punch him. I sigh loudly, making my protests known and just knowing that he'll have a confident smirk on his face. I clear my throat and stride forward, towards the door into the main room. I stop just before the door and the others nearly walk into me.

"The hell you doing?" Dean says gruffly. I point to the door with a bored look on my face.

"I think you'll find I'm not opening those doors" they were brown double doors with gold handles. Cas immediately walked to one and Sam followed to open the other. I took a deep breath as they swung open and I ran over all the things Cas had taught me in my head. I enter the room assuredly, scanning the people inside. I can feel something niggling in my head, like a memory trying to escape and I pray to whatever Gods that may be holy that I don't have another flashback. I take a few steps into the room and move off the left, where there's less people. I can see a man make a bee line to me.

"Cas" I whisper, panicked.

"I…I don't" he stops talking as the man reaches me.

"Lorelei, or Aphrodite - What is it you're calling yourself these days?" He smiles charmingly and I can see a shine around him. The light bulb flips on and I cast him a pristine smile.

"Charming as ever Apollo" I say smoothly, he beams at me.

"You've been off the chart for a while, I was getting worried" He is clearly flirting with me and I can assume we probably have a history. I bend my leg slightly, crossing it gently over the other - a flirting tip I picked up in my old job.

"I wanted to lay low, have some fun" I signal to the men behind me. His intense gaze moves to them like he's noticed them for the first time. He runs a hand through his short hair, his blazing eyes moving back to me.

"You could do so much better" he says suggestively. I step back a bit, into the wall of men and grab Sam, who is on the end and pull him forward. He steps forward obediently. I gesture to his hair before running my hand slowly through it.

"I like something I can hold onto" I grip his hair hard before letting go, allowing him to step back. Apollo looks safely shut down but his eyes are still light, he smirks.

"My bedroom door is always open" he offers and I laugh.

"In your dreams honey" I quip, stepping to the side and striding off towards the bar.

"You always are" he calls out behind me and I smile despite myself. We approach the bar, which is currently empty.

"Woah, you gotta warn me about your kinks" Sam says jokingly. I glance at him lazily, trying to talk without dropping my act.

"I'm staying in character, be prepared for more shit like that" I warn, deadly serious. If this is what it took to convince them I was who they thought I was, then I would pull out all the stops.

"She's right" Cas sounded as foreboding as ever.

"It may be abrupt and we may not like it, but it's a convincing act" he turns slightly to address me "you're doing very well" he compliments.

"Thanks. Anyway, why would you three not want my love and affection?" I ask in fake innocence. I lean forward and rest my forearm on the top of the bar, placing my other hand vertically next to it and resting my chin on my hand. I begin to tap the bar, each of my fingers tapping individually straight after each other. I sigh, pretending to become quickly impatient. I straighten up as a man appears in front of me from seemingly thin air.

"What can I getcha baby doll?" the man has greying hair with a matching beard. He looks as though he used to be very fit but has let himself go recently. I arch one of my eyebrows at him, guessing who he is.

"What do you suggest Dionysus?" I quiz him, sounding mischievously interested. There's a glint in his eye that I'm sure matches mine.

"Anything with alcohol in it, if I were you" He quips back, I chuckle.

"I'll have a tequila babe" I order, fluttering my eyes sarcastically at him. I have a feeling that we were never flirting for love or for attraction - just for fun. I see him swiftly begin to make the drink, his movements familiar and smooth. He slides it towards me.

"On the house" he winks and I laugh again.

"I'd be so disappointed if it wasn't" He returns my laughter and I turn my back to him as he disappears again. I face my friends, holding my drink daintily in my hand.

"It worries me how good you are at this" Dean whispers gruffly, my head snaps to him and I curl my top lip slightly in disgust.

"You're asking to be killed when you say stuff like that" I mask my warning with the look. I observe the room, watching the people - Gods - mingle and talk like your average human being. As I slide my eyes over the room, I see someone giving me a sideways glance.

"Shit" I mutter. The three men are suddenly alert. I lean back, resting my elbows on the bar behind me.

"Don't. Stay in character. Dean, come here" He doesn't protest, he just moves towards me. I lean in really close to his ear.

"I'm gonna kiss you" to my relief, he doesn't jerk back or signal somethings wrong.

"You wanted warnings. But that person over there isn't convinced" I try to subtly signal towards the guilty party. I see Dean casually lift his eyes to look before nodding almost unnoticeably. I move away from his ear, grab his chin in false forwardness and pull his lips to mine. I know how awkward Sam and Cas must feel but I can barely think about them right now. Worryingly, the room and our mission seems to melt away - suddenly not as important as this kiss. We somehow move closer together and Dean's hand goes to my waist. I'm still holding his chin so I let go and slide my hand to his chest. Someone coughs and we are forced to split apart. When we do, I try to remain unfazed, as if it meant nothing, while Dean looks a little ruffled. I move my focus to the woman who had been second guessing me, or so I thought. I regarded her lazily, waiting for her to make the first move. To my relief, she loses her questioning glare as her mouth splits into a smile. She had thick auburn curly hair that reached her waist. Her face was round and kind now that her tough exterior had been broken through. She holds out a small hand to me and I take it calmly.

"Hi, I'm Adrasteia! We've never had the honour of meeting before Aphrodite!" Her voice is sweet and nervous, despite her previous seemingly confident manner.

"Nice to meet you Adrasteia" I respond appropriately. She releases my hand and pretends to glare at the three men beside me.

"I hope they haven't been too stuck up around you, now, I could show 'em a thing or two?" I pretend I know what she's talking about. I smile with my lips closed, glancing to them.

"That's kind, but trust me, it's so much more fun to punish them myself" I wink at her and she blushes furiously. Then, just like Hera's had, her face became deadly serious.

"I have to say, you are unbelievably strong. After everything that happened to you, we all hoped he'd never come back. I know we bicker and fight, but none of our brothers and sisters would wish on anyone what you have lived through" she looks frightened and sympathetic and I again try to maintain the idea I know what she's talking about.

"Honestly, that man! We all thought he'd be forever happy with Persephone, but no! No, he set her free and came for you. I'll never understand why he was so gentle with her and not you I-" She cut herself off, blushing furiously.

"I'm so sorry, honestly, this mouth of mine" she looked worried that I might smite her right there and then. I just nodded solemnly.

"It's fine, thank you for your kind words" She nods, fumbling with her hands before turning around and hurrying off.

"Who the hell was that?" I whisper to Cas, who responds is his usual slightly confused tone.

"Believe it or not, that was Nemesis" he mutters, I almost swing my head around to face him.

"The Goddess of retribution? But she was so…so nice!" I exclaim quietly. Cas nods, his face ever grave.

"Yes…yes she was" I sigh, quickly getting bored with this place.

"So I am just gonna stand here and mingle all night?" I ask shortly, refraining from tapping my foot impatiently.

"Hey Godling" Dean teases and I turn to him, unamused.

"What?" I ask exasperatedly.

"It's only been forty minutes" I can see the laughter in his eyes but I know that mine do not reflect that.

"And what do they keep talking about? Everyone seems to feel so bad for me but I-" I break off my sentence when I meet Sam's eyes. This was all about Lucifer.

"Him. When they say 'him' they mean him" The worried look on their faces said it all.

"But if he let Persephone go" I pause, my wide eyes beginning to fill with tears.

"Then that means he's after someone new" I look down at my hands, which have begun to shake.

"Me?" It's not really a question because we all know the answer. I stumble backwards a bit, my facade briefly forgotten. Cas quickly grabs my arm to keep me steady but we're beginning to draw attention to ourselves. But I can't focus on anything but the blood rushing through my ears. I know that someone walks over to us and I can hear the contrast of Sam's calm voice overthrown by Dean's quick thinking, rough one. I know that it takes Dean being thrown over a table for me to snap out of my trance. My head shoots up, observing the scene before me. Apollo was stood menacingly over Dean, who was grinning in a pile of ruined wood.

"You want to talk like that again, see what she has to say" He turns to point to me and I am suddenly back in character. I step delicately over a piece of table debris and approach the two men. I yank Dean up roughly and dust off his jacket slightly before facing Apollo. He begins to speak but I hold up a hand and he stops obediently.

"Don't. I don't want to hear it. I'm sure whatever he said to you was obscene, but that's just how I like him. So Apollo, when you learnt to separate your boner from your brain, I'll be in touch." With that, I swiftly turn, gesture once to the three boys who quickly scurry after me. We strut out, leaving each God staring after us.

"You've changed Lorelei, you didn't used to care so much about your slaves" Apollo calls out, I smirk with my back still to him.

"Trust me honey, you're more under my spell than they are right now"

Once we're safely out of the house, I want to go back in and apologise to Hera about the table. However Sam manages to talk me out of it. I sigh as the chauffeur pulls up the Impala tossing the keys to Dean and giving me a swift bow. We approach the car and I tell the men to stop. Dean looks at me, almost laughing.

"We're not your love slaves anymore" he jibes and I walk towards him with my head up. I am about a metre from him when I slow my pace, grab his hand a clutch it tightly. I then lift up my hand and slap him hard across the face.

"That was for the table and for provoking a fucking God!" I spit at him, climbing in the car without a moments hesitation. Dean holds his face sympathetically and I try not to giggle when Sam pulls a face and swiftly follows after me into the car. I feel an oddly familiar pressure in my head so i dig my hands into my eyes and try to ignore it. Cas is again sat next to me as I stare out of the window the whole way back to the motel. I can't help thinking that it's really my fault. After all, Dean was only trying to stall for me while I had a freak out. He distracted them enough for me to get back on track. I promise myself that I'll thank him next time we're alone. We pull up into the parking space outside our room and nobody moves. We're all too weighed down by the information received to think about getting out.

"How do we stop him?" I ask helplessly into the redundant car. Nobody speaks and silence once again fills up the space between us.

"We will" Sam says eventually, shattering the quiet. He doesn't sound fooled by his words and neither are we. Out of nowhere, the pressure that had been a dull ache in my head bursts and I look up in surprise as the car starts to spin.

"Uh oh" my voice is childlike. Cas swiftly looks to me and thrusts his jacket under my nose. My eyes swerve wildly downwards and I see blood begin to pool on the sleeve. My vision doesn't improve so I slam my eyes shut, slowly starting to spiral down into the darkness.

"Must we do this?" I ask, pained at the thought. The blonde Goddess looked at me bravely and nodded.

"It's the only way" her voice is grave but determined. Behind us, a beautiful tanned girl lay asleep across the backseat of a car, her delicate head surrounded by dainty, pretty flowers.

"She's my friend" My voice sounds full of heartache and Hera smiles emotionlessly.

"She is your only way out. If we do not give her to Lucifer, to distract him, then he will come for you" my eyes fill with tears as I look away from the gentle form, unable to bring myself to look at the kind girl I was about to betray.

"She'll never forgive me for this" I splutter quietly. Hera doesn't respond, she just keeps on driving. After the silence becomes to much to bear, I close my eyes and curl up in the front seat.

"It's for the best. She is the only one that can create beautiful life in Hell. Where she goes, so will the flowers. It will be a better fate than yours" I want to pretend this isn't happening but it is.

"But it's my fate, not hers. I'm the one destined to be trapped in Hell. But now we're going to change that? We're going to defy the fates and swap her life for mine?" I asked all these pointless questions to which Hera could not answer. I was destined to be stuck in the underworld, not her. But no, it would always be my fault. I would be the one to blame for Persephone being locked away in Hell.

And I let it happen anyway.

When I finally jolt awake, I'm lying in the bed. Darkness surrounds the strange surroundings of the motel room. My eyes are blurry but slowly focus on the ceiling above me. I slowly turn my head to the left to see Dean sat on my bed, his head in his hands. I'm not sure if he's sleeping, so I gently lean over to touch his back. He silently whips around and grabs my wrist, relaxing when he realises it's just me. I stare at him for a good while, remembering the kiss we had shared and how it had felt. If I were an angel, I had sure fallen for him. I cringe slightly at how awful the heaven-adjusted people around me would find that line but I'm proud of it nonetheless.

"Thank you" I whisper to his dark figure. He looks quizzically at me.

"For stalling" I explain, turning the rest of my body to face him. He smirks a little, accepting my gratitude.

"What did you say anyway?" I ask, interested now. He quickly looks away and I feel a flame light up in my stomach.

"It may've been something about him wishing his sunny head was in certain places" he vaguely explains but I get the gist of it. I try not to giggle and I pull my hand back from where I had tapped him, feeling embarrassed that I had left my hand there.

"Say no more" I wave him off with my hand and he laughs slightly, standing up and moving over to the bed he shared with Sam.

"Goodnight" I say contently, snuggling into my blanket.

"See ya around Love Dove"