A/N: Annnnnnnd we are back, these next few chapters, I haven't decided if it's gonna be a two parter or a three parter but at the end of this chapter they are leaving with Crowley. Drama will ensue of course.

This chapter is named after the song, "Going To Hell" by The Pretty Reckless off the album, Going To Hell.

Father did you miss me?
I've been locked up a while.
I got caught for what I did but took it all in style.
Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when.
Now I'm versed in so much worse,
So I am back again.
And he said

For the lines that I take, I'm going to hell!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to the wounderful minds of Joss Whedon and Eric Kripke.


Buffy glared at Sam as they approached a house.

"What?" He asked,

"You are so lucky you are my kids uncle or I would kill you." She growled,

"He hit me. I defended myself."

"You broke his perfect face!" She accused, Sam pointed to his black eye and his broken nose.

"Then he shouldn't have hit me." Buffy glared at him and punched him hard on the arm. She heard his shoulder dislocate.

"Oh my god!" Her hands covered her mouth and her eyes widened. "Sam I am so sorry," people around the rest stop were looking at her with wide eyed expressions.

"You know, you two are perfect for each other. Seriously, you must've been cut from the same fabric because both of you!" He motioned at Dean and Buffy, "you are like the same person. Stubborn, annoying and loud!" Then he gave Buffy a pointed look, "and you. You dislocated my shoulder!"


Hailey walked with John,

"Mommy, where are we going?"He asked,

"We are going to see mommy's friend." She took a deep breath and knocked on Vi's door.

"Hey, who's this?" She asked smiling at the four year old.

"This John, my son."

"Oh, okay. Do you want some ice cream?" She asked him, he nodded and followed her in. Hailey mouthed thank you, she closed the door. Vi got him a bowl of ice cream and then led Hailey into the living room. She kissed her on the mouth lightly. Hailey smiled,

"Happy one month," Vi said. About three days after getting to town Vi had asked her out. They really hit it off, not to mention she didn't have to worry about Vi's safety all the time. The girl was a Slayer, which meant she knew exactly how to defend herself.

"Mommy!" John screeched, she darted into the kitchen to find a ma in a trench coat.

"Who the hell are you?" She asked,

"I am Castiel, I was an Angel of the lord." She gave him the most skeptical look she had ever given anyone.

"Uh-hu, and I am the queen of the world," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"I'm not sure I understand, the world isn't ruled by any king or queen." His monotone voice bothered her. Cas gave her a look. "You are possessed,"

"I am well aware. Her name is Kiogre or something," this caused him to frown.

"She's the oldest demon in history. Older than Lilith." He took out his angel blade and advanced on her.

"No!" Vi screeched, "she knows. She came seeking help." Cas gave her a look, "you listen to me. You are not going to kill her." Vi said, Cas just gave her an odd look.

"Who are you?" He asked, "you are not Charlie."

"She was my sister." He cocked his head before he turned back to Hailey.

"You are a Winchester," she gave him look as if to say "you think?"

"I wouldn't have guessed. It's not like I drove across the country or anything to find my brothers or anything."

"During the apocalypse in 2010. Heaven knew of all angelic vessels."

"Dude, I am not a vessel. There just happens to be a ridiculously old demon hitching a ride inside of me."


Buffy woke p and looked around. They had apparently stopped for the night. The last two days had been her fighting with Dean trying to let her go with them on the case. Finally she had won after he realized there was no use fighting with a pregnant lady. Which is what led to the physical altercation between him and Sam. She though her and Dawn got into it bad, clearly she had never seen Sam and Dean fight.

Saying that the brothers fought like normal siblings was a far stretch from the truth. In actuality they fought like they were in a bar brawl. And both of them fought dirty.

As she looked around more she realized they were back in the same motel they had been in n their first trip to Massachusetts.

"Why are we back here?" She asked in a sleepy voice,

"Because this is where our case is." Dean said,

"What is it with small towns and the supernatural, seriously!" Buffy sat up and looked at Dean. "why are you still up?" She asked as she looked at the clock that read 3:37am.

"Well, Sammy gave me a concussion. And... Well..." She nodded,

"You did kind of give him a black eye and a couple of broken fingers before he even made a move on you."

"Then why the hell did you dislocate his shoulder?" Dean asked as he took a large swig of whiskey.

"He gave you a broke nose and ruined your perfect face. I don't want a broken faced Dean, I want my perfect faced Dean." She said with a pout,

"I can't argue with that sweetheart." He said, getting up he walked over to the bed. "I also can't sand seeing that sexy pout anymore, you're getting me all hot and bothered." He leaned in and kissed her.

"Please go to bed. You're balls must still hurt. We can do that tomorrow." She said, Dean made his own pouty face and Buffy giggled. "Tomorrow, I promise."


Buffy looked through her file. She pulled out an I.D for Dean and Sam along with hers.

"These are Watchers credentials. No more need for fake badges. Carry one of these and you will be set forever. Also no more having to use fake names. You two are no longer criminals." Buffy said with a smile, Sam took his but Dean just glared at the piece of plastic. "What?"

"I'm not taking that." He said,

"And why not?" He didn't say anything, "If you don't take this right now I will key the Impala," she threatened.

"Don't you dare," Dean practically growled.

"Then take it," Buffy said. He didn't make a move for it. Buffy shrugged, she walked over to the Impala and took out her keys. She dug them into the side and walked slowly forward, the minute he saw the scratch he ran over and took the card, but it was too late. There was a large, deep scratch about the length of his forearm across the side of the car.

"How could you do that?!" He exclaimed, "what the hell, Buffy!" Sam had tears streaming down his cheeks he was laughing so hard. "Sam!" Dean bellowed, he went to advance on his brother but he was tugged backwards by the collar of his shirt.

"You were give a choice. You made yours. I will pay for that to be fixed but, Dean, honey, when I say do something you should do it." Buffy said with a sweet smile.

"I don't take orders from anyone but myself." He said as he leveled a glare. Buffy cupped his cheek and gave him a frown.

"Wow, I guess you really don't want to have sex tonight." That thought made Dean more upset than he was about his car and that really was saying something. He just groaned loudly,

"Do I need to put on my suit?"

"Nope, you can dress all casual." Sam and Dean looked relieved by this. "Okay, we are going to... 1 Garrison Rd." She said, they both nodded ad set off. When they pulled up in front of the house they stopped. Westminster really did seem like a small town, where nothing could go wrong. But that usually meant a lot of things did go wrong.

She got out of the car and walked up the steps. Knocking on the door she waited, she heard the exited bark of a dog and a teenager yelling at it to go in its crate. The door opened and a teenage boy stood in front of them. He was about 5'9, a little heavy set, medium length brown hair and brown eyes.

"Hi?" He asked,

"I'm Buffy Summers, this Dean and that's Sam, we are from the international Watchers Council." He thought for a moment,

"Oh, you're that organization that deals with all that creepy stuff that goes bump in the night." He opened the door wider, "I'm Tim." Buffy, Dean and Sam exchanged glances. They walked inside and Tim closed the door behind them. He walked over to the mantel and lit white sage before grabbing a wooden bowl off the table and putting dried lavender in it.

"From a hunter to another hunter, if you burn white sage it keeps any outside ears from hearing things."

"You're a hunter?" Buffy asked, "you're like fifteen."

"I inherited this house when I was thirteen after my parents were killed by vampires. Now, vampires don't come into this town. It's always back water, dead end towns like these where the scariest shit happens. But, I bet the Winchester's know that, don't you boys?"

"Kid, listen, I have been at this game for a long time. But, you don't have what it takes to be a hunter." Dean said, Tim got up.

"Swing on me, don't hold back." Dean shrugged, he reared back and punched, Tim ducked out of the way and had Dean on his knees in seconds. "I am seventeen years old, I have pulled off some things you two couldn't dream of and I prevented an apocalypse last year. So yeah, I may be young but I know what I am doing. So, what are you three here for?"

"Well, we found a case around here. We were here a month ago hunting wolves but we missed something. Six hikers went missing on Mount Wachusset while hiking one of its trails." Tim looked to be in deep thought for a moment. He was about to say something when his police scanner went off.

"Two found dead, insides and most flesh completely eaten. It looks like... Almost human bite marks. Another victim was found alive, 26 year old Jessica Anders, said it was a Wendigo." Everyone exchanged looks,

"Do you know who Jessica Anders is?" Buffy asked, he nodded and so did Sam and Dean. Tim didn't say anything. But the look on his face was a mask of concern.

"She's a hunter, a damn good one at that." Dean said,

"Ambulance is needed to trail three. Take her to Heywood hospital." They looked between each other.


They waked into the hospital. Tim displayed his FBI badge. He looked like he could have been in his mid twenties. This didn't surprise Buffy in the slightest., most hunters looked older than they really were, Sam and Dean being the exception. She had noticed that the younger hunters looked a lot older than they really were because of the shit they had seen, the stuff they had to do to stay alive. She sighed and she displayed her I.D followed by Dean and then Sam.

"The Watchers Council is working with the FBI?" The receptionist asked,

"We think what did this to her may be a creature that escaped containment." Tim said,

"He's not serious is he?"

"I'm afraid so ma'am." Dean said,

"She's in room 320 on the second floor"

"Thank you sweetheart," when they were far enough away Buffy smacked him upside the head.

"If you ever flirt with another woman again I will castrate you." Sam laughed and Dean gave him a dead arm.

"Bitch," Dean said.

"You two can flirt later. Right now we need to talk to Jessica," Tim said.

"Dean, how do you know her?"

"Well we kind of had a thing... We met on a hunt back in '09."

"Should I feel threatened?" Buffy asked,

"Not at all princess, you're the only woman for me."

"Better be that way, cause' you know, castration." Buffy said, Dean gulped loudly.

"Can you two fight after this?" Tim asked, they made it to the second floor.

"Hi, FBI and international Watchers Council, we need to speak with Jessica Anders," Buffy said, they were led to her room. She picked up her head.

"Sam, Dean, Tim. It's good to see you guys." She said, her voice was weak. She turned her head to look at Buffy. "Who are you?"

"This is my girlfriend Buffy." Dean said,

"Never thought I'd see the day. It's great to meet you Buffy." She said with a small smile, "so, you domesticated Dean? Buffy laughed, she liked this girl already. She had to admit she had been a little jealous. She was very pretty. Even through the bruising she looked beautiful, but it was clear that she had no feelings for Dean. She then saw her bump, "How much have you changed?" Dean shrugged,

"A lot," he said. She nodded,

"So... Was it a Wendigo?" Tim asked, she smiled.

"Yes it was little brother." This was a stunning revelation,

"Wait, Tim said that he knew you. He said nothing about being your brother."

"You didn't need to know at the time, besides I knew she was gonna be okay... Or that"s what I told myself." Jessica glared at him and he shrugged.

"Slayers don't usually deal with Wendigo's" Buffy said.

"You're a Slayer?"

"I'm Buffy Summers,"

"The hunter community respects you. Did you now Ellen Harvel?"

"Yes I do, how is she anyway?" They all looked down. "Oh god, when?"

"2010," Dean said.

"Jo?"

"They sacrificed themselves to kill a back of hell hounds." Dean whispered, she could tell that he must have felt responsible for her death by the haunted look in his eyes.

"When we found out I let Tim drink with me in their honor. Ellen was like our mother. She even gave us a place to stay when our parents died."

"Were they both hunters?" Dean asked,

"Our dad was, Rick Anders." Tim said, "our mom knew who he was and didn't care."

"When do you get out of the hospital?" Buffy asked,

"Tomorrow," she said.

"Buffy, we are going to drop you off at the motel so you can rest. Me and Sammy are going to go talk to a couple more witnesses."

"But,"

"You have been on your feet for two hours. You are pregnant, go rest." Buffy glared at Sam.

"You two are creepily alike."


Sam knocked on a door, a woman opened up. She had tear stains on her cheeks.

"Yes?"

"Ms. Dumaine, I am Sam Winchester. I'm from the international Watchers Council. Do you have a few minutes." She nodded and stepped aside, Sam followed her in. As he looked around he noticed a lot of occult paraphernalia. He then noticed a few Stanford history books. He then saw the Ouija board that was on the table surrounded by candles and an open spell book. The magic was light and pure, magic from the earth.

"I understand that your sister was one of the victims found." He said, she nodded and sat down.

"Yes, I... I'm a graduate from Stanford and I majored in occult studies... So I contacted her. She said I was a Wendigo... That terrified me. I..." She took a deep breath. "The other victim was my fiance,"

"I am very sorry for your loss." Sam said, " I here with my brother, his girlfriend and two others."

"You're a hunter aren't you." She stated, "um... The spirit world is in chaos. They're saying... They're saying that this is he first Wendigo in existence." Sam's eyes widened,

"Are you serious? Like the first Native American made into a Wendigo?" She nodded, the planchete began to move, they both watched. 'Sam, it's Bella,' Sam's eyes widened.

"No... You-you're in hell." 'Wrong again, Sam' this was weird, even for him. Did she manage to crawl out of the pit? Had she managed to do the impossible? 'I know about Amara.'


Buffy laid back and glared at the ceiling.

"This is stupid Dean!" Buffy shouted, "I want to help." Dean looked up from sharpening his knife,

"You are helping. By staying here and not giving me a heart attack." Buffy threw a pillow at his head.

"But I have slayer strength, and lighting monsters on fire is fun."

"You aren't going, end of discussion." Buffy gave him an incredulous look.

"You are so stubborn!"

"Yup,"

"But I am stronger than you! A-and faster!"

"You have a baby in you. You aren't going anywhere."

"But Dean!" She began to have a meltdown, "I can do stuff myself! I am not some child, I can protect myself! you...You should know this by now, Dean!I. am the Slayer, just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't do stuff! I am strong I-I am fast and witty!"

"You have a baby in you." He said simply,

"Just because I am pregnant doesn't mean all this craziness in our life is going to stop. Evil isn't gonna take a break because I'm pregnant. It doesn't matter if you keep me locked up here or at home. Trouble will always find me. I can help! It is my job, I am the Slayer. I've already told you all this!"

"That's right, you are pregnant. You are four months pregnant, so if I can keep you from going out, I will!" He said slamming his fist down on the table. He glared at her before sharpening his knife again.

"No sex!" Buffy threatened, Dean sighed and set down his knife and sharpening stone and walked over to her. He hovered over her. He leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"You don't mean that," his voice was filled with lust. He moved his mouth to her neck and bit down lightly before trailing open mouthed kisses along her pulse point.

"Yes I do," she knew she sounded very unconvincing. Dean reached her center and he felt the wetness through her jeans.

"You're wet pussy says otherwise, sweetheart." He moved his hand between them and slipped it into her pants. He locked her in a passionate kiss and slipped a finger inside her. He moved his finger in and out.

"I'm trying to be angry at you," she said breathlessly.

"It doesn't matter now." He nibbled at her ear,

"I'm too tired to fight with you." He hooked the end of his finger and began to press it against her. She ground her hips against his hand and he began to move faster. She closed her eyes and her breath hitched. He bit down on her neck and she screamed out his name as she came.

"You still wanna fight with me?" He asked as he brought his finger to his moth and licked it.

"No... Can I at least go with you to question people?" He groaned in annoyance,

"You aren't gonna stop are you?" She shook her head, Dean finally relented, very much so to her surprise.


Dean knocked on a door, they were both dressed as home therapists. Buffy hated this so much.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh, Mr. Higgins, I'm Dean Winchester and this is Buffy Summers. The police station sent us over to talk to your son." He nodded, Dean gave him a shit eating grin.

"Please, come in." He walked over to the stair, "Danny!" A door opened and the smell of weed wafted through the house. "I am so sorry. To be honest, I'm letting it slide because of the circumstances. Please don't tell the police."

"It's fine man, I understand." Dean said, they walked into the house and a teen came downstairs.

"What the fuck do you two want?"

"Danny!"

"I already told you I do not want anything to do with them. I'd rather wallow in my own misery, so if you will excuse me..."

"You go up those stairs I am taking away your collection." He whipped around,

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wanna bet?" Danny sighed and walked into the living room. He sat down and glared a Dean and Buffy. Buffy took a seat on the couch opposite from him and Dean sat down next to her.

"What was that all about?" Buffy asked,

"My records,"

"Really? What bands?"

"The Beatles, Deep Purple, Sabbath, Zeppelin, Pink Floyd,"

"Nice!" Dean said, he pointed at him with a smirk. "Motor Head?"

"Hell yeah, man." Dean gave him a fist bump,

"What?" He asked Buffy,

"Nothing." She stifled a laugh,

"Oh... I see what's going on here. You don't like real music." Danny said,

"She's fine, she likes Zeppelin." Dean assured,

"AC/DC?" Buffy looked between them,

"Who?" Buffy asked,

"What?!" They both exclaimed,

"I'm sorry..." She sad, she then looked at Danny. "We can talk music later."

"Look, I really don't know what you want me to say." He said, "I watched my best friend die, my mom get her throat bitten out and my girlfriend get torn to shreds." He looked down, "I couldn't do anything... I hid," he let tears fall. "I watched as they all died. I couldn't do a fucking thing. Then some lady grabbed me and made me stay in some area with a fire..." He choked out, "I heard more screams and then..." He pointed to the bruise on the side of his head. "A severed head... Uh... It came flying out of the woods and hit me... It was my mom's." He began to cry openly, "it... It made this noise." He made the sound

"The police told me that I was hallucinating...That it was the trauma... That my mind was playing tricks on me to cope with it..." His face turned dark and his eyes became haunted. "Now everyone thinks I'm a psycho case, that..." He slammed his fist down and it went through the glass of the coffee table, he didn't even flinch. "That I made up what I saw... But I didn't." he looked down at his hand and saw the blood, "but I didn't. Please believe me."

Buffy and Dean looked at each other.

"Kid," Dean said, "what did it look like?"

"It was tall, all skin and bone, claws, sharp teeth..." Dean gave a sly nod to Buffy. Danny got up and went into the kitchen for a minute and took the glass out of his hand. He washed the blood away and taped the gashes closed cut with duck tape. He then walked back in.

"I know what it was. My mom was 20% Cherokee." He took out a book of Native American folklore. "She used to read me storied from here..." He flipped to a page, "it's a Wendigo." He whispered, he looked down. Maybe I am crazy."

"We don't think you're crazy." Buffy said, "I believe you. And I am not just saying that." He nodded, he sat back down and glanced out the window.

"You don't have to say that. I can tell you don't."

"If that's true then how do I know fire can kill a Wendigo?" Dean asked, Danny picked his head up.


Buffy was lying down,crying. She missed her mother. It just dawned on her that her mother was never going to meet her grandchildren. Hank was never going to meet them because he was to busy fucking his secretaries. She was in a rut, she didn't know how to tell Dean that she was feeling this way. They have had a few, as he would call them, "chick flick moments," but they were very few and far between. Most of the time if they were ever having close to a moment he would say something snarky or stupid and completely ruin it.

"Mom, I miss you so much." She sobbed, a knock sounded at the door. She walked over to it,

"Hello?"

"Buffy, I, felt, your, pain, are, you, okay?" It was Rasp, she wondered what he must have looked like to everyone else. She opened the door, she could trust him. He saved her from Kennedy.

"I miss my mom," she said quietly, "I don't know what to do." He morphed into a man with bright blonde hair a blue eyes. "Is this what you looked like?"

"Hecate allowed me to remember. I can not stay like this for long," he gave her a hug. "You will figure it out," he stepped back and returned to his normal form. "One, day, I will, be, allowed, to, remain, as, such. Until, that, day... I, can, only, take, that, form, twice, a, week." He disappeared and Buffy felt completely and utterly alone.

She laid back down in bed and buried her face in a pillow and began to cry. Her sobs shook her and she called out for her mother. She would have so much wisdom and advice for her about this. This was also her hormones going out of control.

"Mom, please. Find a way to talk to me. Please..." She begged, why was it now that she as going through the phases of grief. "Please let her come back!" She screeched, she cried herself to sleep. She woke up at some point during the night when she heard the thump of Dean's boots. She felt the end of the bed dip and then he got and walked into the bathroom, hearing the shower turn on she closed her eyes again. She felt more tears rush to her eyes and they rolled down her cheeks. She cried quietly, she didn't know what else to do.

Her heart hurt, she knew she was being irrational but she didn't care. She just wanted her mother, she wanted to be able to talk to her, get help with this. She didn't have anyone for that. Every girl must wish she could have her mother when she was pregnant. Dean stepped out of the bathroom and walked into the room. He slipped on a pair of boxers and crawled in bed. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head against his chest. The minute his arms wrapped around her she began to sob.

"What's wrong?" He asked,

"I just miss my mom. I have no one to go to who knows what it's like to be pregnant. I just want my mom here, so she could tell me what to do. How to do this."


After four days they finally pulled into Porttownsend. Buffy looked out the window, first thing she immediately noticed was how abandoned I looked, she then noticed the bodies.

"What the fuck?" Dean asked,

"Guys," Sam pointed out the window. They saw Hailey and Vi running through the town with a little boy.

"Guys! Hailey screamed,

"What the hell happened?" Dean barked,

"Amara," Vi said.

"This is your nephew, take him and get as far away as you can. We will follow."

"Is everyone-"

"Buffy, they killed Rona, Faith got Willow and Tara out and Rasp got the rest of the girls out. We lost Sarah, Adria, Jenny, Ava, Lynn, Marry, Hellen, Grace and Laurie." Buffy punched the car door and the metal creaked as it bent.

"Cas?" Sam asked,

"He helped evacuate the girls."

"Where are we gonna go?" Buffy asked, she hen looked at V. She opened the duffle bag and took out the Scythe.

"I made sure I got it, we are going to check... If anyone is still alive, you go pack up your house and get the hell out of here."

"Again, where are we gonna go?"

"The Men Of Letters Bunkers." Dean said,

"There are enough rooms there for all the Slayers and you guys." Sam said,

"Cause' you really wanna take in 20 teenage girls, a witch, a Watcher, Dawn, Xander, Haley, Vi, etc."

"We really have enough space, Buffy." Sam said,

"And so what? We are going to be living with a witch." Buffy pinched Dean and twisted his skin, "ow!" She didn"t like the tone he used when he talked about Willow.

"I told you to give her a chance asshole!" They drove past the Council building and looked as t engulfed in flames. There was desolation everywhere. Buffy gasped in horror as she saw a chard baby carriage. She saw the dead infant inside and her stomach turned. As Dean drove he saw more wreckage, he saw more bodies littered in the streets, more buildings completely engulfed in flames.

He pulled up in front of their house.

"Sam, go with Buffy. I'll be right back." He said when he spotted Billie. He got out of the car,

"Mmmmmm...Raise up, come to me... Rise up, be free. " She sang and he watched as a blue light passed through her from the dead body.

"Dean, looking kind of cute with that scowl of yours."

"Yeah, I now. I'm fucking adorable." Dean said with a smirk, "what the hell happened here." He took another step and the ground crunched beneath his foot. He looked down and saw a severed hand that was chard. "Huh, extra crispy."

"Amara happened, she was looking for you and your girl. She tore almost everyone here apart limb by limb. You're lucky you weren't here. You would of died and you know that I am a strong believer in-"

"What's dead should stay dead, blah, blah, blah. Save it, she really went through an entire town just to find us?"

"That's what I saw." She went over to another body and sang the same song. She looked over at him and glared, "what are you still dong here?" She asked,

"I'm wondering the same thing about you, bitch."

"Insulting a reaper, wise. I am here because five thousand people are dead and another hundred are about to croak." Dean slammed her against a wall, "I can't kill you, but I can tell you one thing. If you don't get your hands off me, I will send someone after you."

"Yeah, I'm real scared. It's not like haven't had a target on my back by the Archangels or anything." He let go of her,

"I'll be seeing you sooner rather than later Dean."

"Not if I can help it." Dean tossed over his shoulder, as he arrived back at the Impala he saw Buffy and Sam had made no move to get inside.

"What's going on?" He asked, Buffy just pointed at the chard door and the writing on it.

"This is what will happen if you resist me." They all turned around and faced Amara. "This is what is going to happen every time you try to turn your back on me."

"The fuck is your problem?" Dean asked, "you did all this because you're a clingy attention whore?" Dean smirked and looked her dead in the eyes, "you know... You are everything a guy hates in a girlfriend. Only magnified by a thousand."

"Are you sure insulting me is a wise idea Dean?" Her hand outstretched and Sam yelped in surprise and was held against the side of the side of the house. She twisted her hand and he began to scream. "I could do that until you open up to me again."

"Fine," Dean breathed out.


Buffy followed Dean into the bunker. She looked around, the place was massive, there was enough space for the Slayers and more. After the terrifying encounter, she had marched into her house and packed everything she could. Dean led her to his room and she looked at the small bed.

"Good thing I got my comfy big mattress." She said with a smirk, Dean nodded his agreement. They alked to a table in the man room which was surrounded by book cases upon book cases, filing cabinets and many other things. Giles would be in heaven.

Sam walked in with Willow, Faith, Vi, Hailey and John.

"Well, took you long enough." Crowley said, Buffy turned around and punched him hard in the stomach.

"That was for Ashley you prick." Buffy hissed, Hailey glared at him and her eyes turned white.

"No... How did you get out."

"I played you like a fiddle, I was Kennedy and now I am poor Hailey Winchester."

"Ah... Well, you got a Winchester, I commend you."

"Why are you here Crowley?" She asked,

"It's time to go talk with Lucifer." He said, Willow snapped her fingers and Rowena appeared, she had a margarita in her hand.

"What is the meaning of this,"

"Hello mummy," she groaned, turning around she grimaced.

"Fergus,"


Buffy, Dean, Willow, Sam, Hailey, Cas and Rowena approached an area, Crowley led them. It was the deepest part of hell you could get to on foot. Willow stopped at an alter and took out The Book Of The Damned.

"Dean, stand next to me. You are my anchor." She closed her eyes and muttered, "the blood of the lamb to anoint the anchor. My anchor to light and all that is good." She traced a symbol on to his forehead and then snapped her fingers. A cell rose out of the ground and Willow walked over to it. She slit her palm open and began to move around it, painting to bottom portion of the iron in many symbols.

"Buffy, please get out of here." Dean begged her,

"Willow has very strong protection spells on me. I'll be okay." She assure him. Willow then took out a large bucket and began to spread oil around the cell.

She took a human skull and willed her blood to drip on to it, it formed Enochian symbols on the skull and then she opened The Book Of The Damned. Her eyes and hair turned grey and she looked at the cell. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and raised her hands above the skull.

"Exaudi verba mea.

Vocem meam, et conteram in vobis infirmata metallo quod habet.

Ego in te, Sycophanta, perfide, et bellatorem, Lucifer lux.

Audite sermones meos, Luciferi primo angelos creatores filiorum vetustissimum.

Et extraham te de cella loquor."

The ground began to rumble and she repeated the incantation in English.

"Hear my words.

My voice shall break through the weakened metal that holds you.

I call on you, Deceiver, Betrayer, Light bringer and warrior.

Hear my words, Lucifer, the first of the angels, oldest of the creators children.

I pull you from your cell to speak." Cracks started to form on the ground and her hair turned black.

"I pray to you, angel of light, come to me!

Let this cell hold your soul, come speak.

Hear me!" Her eyes snapped open and she bean to scream as blood dripped out of her eyes, she finally gave into the dark magic.

"Lucifer, I pull you from the cell forged for you eons ago and I summon your soul in this cage. Let your glory grace us holy one." Everyone felt the shift of magic and Rowena smiled.

"Fergus, why didn't you find yourself a nice girl like that?" She asked,

"Because, mummy, she is gay and very pure of heart."

"You call that pure of heart? Fergus that type of magic could unravel the world itself," Sam noticed how scared Buffy looked and put a hand on her shoulder. Dean wasn't enough to keep her anchored, if only Tara had come. Her soul was pure, full of good and light.

"Lucifer! I call unto you. Hear me!" Then everything was dead silent for a moment. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. That's when it happened. There was a loud creaking noise and the ground rumbled again and a blinding light began to pour from inside the cell. Then it went away, everyone's eyes turned to the cell. Glowing red eyes peered out from inside, and then he stepped forward. His eyes rested on Sam and he smiled brightly.

"Hey Sammy. I missed you." His arms reached through the barns and he leaned his weight against them. "Dean," he said with a smile. "Long time no see." Dean glared at him, his eyes hard.

"Help us with Amara," Sam said. Cas put himself in front of Buffy.

"Cassy, nice to see you."

"Lucifer," Cas said. His voice its usual monotone, that's when Hailey stepped forward.

"Hi, dad," her eyes turned white again.

"My special girl. Keepng your grades up?"

"All A's, when do I get my present?" He chuckled,

"Wait for your birthday." She smiled sweetly and bowed before stepping back. No one was able to speak as Lucifer looked at all of them.

"Hey," The First materialized.

"One of my favorite kids. You've been doing me proud."

"Always." He gave her appearance a look,

"Wow, taking the form of her." Cas moved out of the way almost instinctively as Lucifer set his gaze on him. When he saw Buffy he chuckled,

"Dean! Didn't know you had it in ya." Then he made a grossed out face, "didn't know you had the marksmanship either."

"Shut the fuck up." Dean growled,

"Oh, kitty put away hose claws. That was actually really hurtful. Me, you and Sammy used to have so much fun together! What do you say, you wanna get the team back together Sam?" Sam glared at him and stepped forward,

"I think you better start talking before Willow slams your ass back into solitary."

"Oh, I'm not all alone in there... Adam is still with me," he shuddered dramatically, forcing his eyes to look haunted. "But he just stands in the corner... Touching himself." He then turned to Willow. He could feel he torrents of power coming off her and he smiled when he noticed it was black magic.

"So you are Willow," she bowed with a cheeky smile.

"My liege," Buffy whimpered slightly. This was very bad. Dark Willow was slowly taking over, the longer those spells were up the more they were going to eat away at her.

"I gotta say, it's good to see you all. Well, evil." She smiled and nodded,

"Acting good around all these horribly annoying people was such a drain. You... I don't have to lie about who I am." 'Buff, I know what I am doing,' Willow's voice sounded inside her head.

"Good to hear. Now, Sam Dean, Cas... The four of us have a lot to discuss."


A/N: I know in the show Lucifer was the second oldest of the Archangels. But, after hours of scouring religious sites nothing gave way to that... So instead I changed it up. Please don't hate me for that.