My skin felt like it was getting burnt off of me. It felt like it was on fire. I couldn't forget the feeling; it was ingrained in my memory. I screamed and thrashed against my bonds, but the room was dark except for a glowing red light that seemed to illuminate Henry's face.

But it wasn't Henry. Not really. His eyes glowed bright orange in the red light bathing him. He almost looked like he was covered in blood. He noticed me awake and stated to move towards me. Slowly, I realized that despite the unknown light, Henry was covered in blood. He slowly started to grin at me as my eyes adjusted to the new light.

I was in some kind of top that just covered my breasts and a pair of shorts just big enough to cover my butt. There were maybe six or seven cuts across my chest and stomach; all deep and long, and there were hand prints all over my body like someone had played in the blood.

"Someone had to do something about your disobedience." Henry said with a smile as he casually showed me the blood that covered his hands.

"Henry…" I said, barely able to breathe.

"It was a lot of fun too, cutting you up. The most fun I had though, was licking it off your body." He said with a wicked smile before he licked the blood off his fingers.

"Blaze?" Henry asked, except the red glowing light and the blood was gone.

Panic set in and I pushed away from him, falling off the bed. I hissed in pain as my left arm and right leg made contact with the hardwood floor. "Fuck. Son of a bitch." I groaned, letting the pain make me forget why I had fallen out of bed in the first place.

"Blaze!" Henry said, getting off the bed and coming around to kneel on the floor next to me.

This was enough to remind me why I'd fallen off the bed. Painfully, I clenched my jaw and scooted away from him. "No. Stay." I somehow managed, backing up against my nightstand.

Henry looked confused. "Blaze, it's me."

"I know it's you." I said through clenched teeth. The pain felt like it was filling up my organs. "That's the problem."

Before I could move away, Henry gripped my hand tightly, looking worried. "This is real."

I let out a breath, slumping against the nightstand. "So much pain."

"Magnus? Magnus, come in." Henry said into his radio.

"Yes Henry?" Magnus answered back.

"Blaze is awake. She's in a lot of pain." Henry said.

"I'm on my way up." Magnus said.

"What are the dreams about?" Henry asked, looking over at me carefully.

I shook my head, trying to brace against the pain, but it was starting to consume me. It was all I could focus on.

Henry sat down next to me, gripping my hand pretty tight, but I barely felt it.

"How about those Giants?" I asked, in a halfhearted attempt to get my mind off the pain.

"You watch football?" Henry asked.

I nodded. "When I'm not hunting monsters." I told him. "Fuck, abnormals."

"You can call me whatever you want as long as you don't die." Henry told me and I could feel him squeeze my hand a little harder.

"The Giants suck. Anyone with the last name of Manning is an idiot." I said, trying to think normally. "The Eagles and Ravens don't totally suck. I usually vote for the Packers or whoever plays against the Cowboys."

"So would this be a bad time to tell you I don't watch sports?" Henry said with a nervous chuckle as my door opened and Magnus came into view.

"How's she holding up?" She asked.

"I think she's going into shock, doc." Henry said, looking concerned.

"I didn't have this problem below ground." I told them as my vision started to fade at the edges.

Magnus stuck a syringe in a drip bag and told Henry to hold it up as she pushed the IV into my arm.

I didn't even feel it, struggling to feel Henry's hand as the numbness crept into my body. "Hell fire's a bitch."

"I believe that would be correct." Magnus said, opening a bottle of Gatorade and tipping my head back to pour some down my throat.

"How's Will?" I asked, struggling against the pain.

"He's fine. A few minor injuries. He'll be fully recovered in a day." Magnus said, working away at something in her med kit.

And all at once, whatever Magnus put in the IV killed my pain and everything went numb.

"What… what…" I asked, my head tipping to the side as my eyes closed tight.

I woke to the sound of beeping. I was in a hospital bed in a room with a giant glass window. Crowley leaned against the glass on my side of the window, smirking at me.

"So you bested my demon with the help of the nice doctor. I wasn't informed she could speak Latin. I'll know better for next time." He said in his accent.

I rolled my eyes and saw Biggie coming from the other side of the glass. He tapped a code in and the door opened for him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

I glanced over at Crowley in the corner, before rolling away from him and Biggie. "Fine."

"You're not fine. You're locked in an examination room because you hear the voice of the King of Hell and you light things on fire." Crowley said.

"Are you hungry?" Biggie asked.

I shook my head, just wanting the silence back.

"Henry's worried about you. You've been unconscious for almost a day." Biggie said.

"Mmm. Does that get your lady bits all tingly, the beasty boy worrying about you?" Crowley asked and I just closed my eyes.

"Is he here again? The bald Scottish man?" Biggie asked, taking a glance around the room.

"You can stop humoring me. It doesn't help." I told him.

When Biggie set his hand on my shoulder, I was mildly startled. "You've been through much worse than voices."

I nodded, looking up at him. "I'm a little hungry."

Biggie smiled at me. "I'll have Henry bring you food."

I nodded, turning my back to the door and Crowley. I just laid there for a few minutes, Crowley snipping off a comment here and there. When the door opened again, I didn't think about it. Crowley could make me hear or see whatever he wanted.

"How are you feeling?" Henry asked and I rolled over a little to look at him.

"The burning isn't as bad. It still hurts though." I told him, giving a small wave to Magnus, Ashley, and Will outside the glass.

"Magnus says the burns will hurt for a couple more days before it gets better." He said with an apologetic look.

I nodded. "I'm sure I can manage."

"I'm sure you can more than manage with wolf boy." Crowley said with a smirk.

I took a breath and blew it out, briefing glaring at the corner he stood in. What was he talking about, wolf boy?

"Is he here?" Henry asked, looking worried.

"No, it's fine." I told him, holding my hands out for the food tray.

When he set it in my lap, I screamed, seeing maggots and worms crawling in the bowl. Out of sheer instinct, I threw the tray. But when it landed upside down on the concrete floor, it was just mashed potatoes and gravy.

"What's wrong?" Henry asked, looking concerned.

I felt so helpless. It was obviously mashed potatoes and gravy on the floor. But it had been maggots when it sat in my lap. "I… I thought it was maggots." I told him quietly, pulling my knees up to my chest.

"Hey. It's gonna be ok." Henry said, sitting down and running his hand over my back.

"I'm sure he's real good at comforting you, love." Crowley smirked and winked.

I put my hands over my ears. "I don't want to hear this anymore. Just go away." I mumbled, closing my eyes tightly.

Thankfully, Henry's hand never left my back, rubbing small circles over my skin until I fell back asleep.

I was confused when I woke up. I didn't know where I was. I couldn't remember having any nightmares. How had I not had a nightmare? Every time I fell asleep there was a nightmare. I was still in the same room as before when I woke up, but Crowley wasn't in the corner.

After a few minutes of mild confusion, Henry and Biggie came through the door smiling.

I watched them warily, wondering if this was the nightmare.

"I figured out who you are." Henry said with a smile.

I blinked, just waiting for blood to start dripping down the walls or something to explode that didn't really explode.

"Karsen Winters." Henry said with a proud smile, puffing out his chest just a little bit.

I couldn't help it; I laughed. "What? You can't be serious?"

Henry nodded. "You lived in Grand Rapids, Michigan; you drove a 1993 Nissan Skyline, and you've been missing for five years." Henry said, his brightness dimming a bit. "Your parents died when you were little and your only surviving aunt claimed you dead after you'd been gone for two years."

I sat there, considering what he'd just told me.

"Do you need a minute?" Biggie asked, looking like he didn't know what to do.

I shook my head. "I don't feel much different, knowing who I am." I told them. I was just appreciating the silence in my head because Crowley hadn't come back.

"Well, Karsen is a nicer name than Blaze." Henry said, with a mildly apologetic look.

I smiled. "Sounds Scottish or Irish."

"An old Irish surname, means curly haired." Biggie said.

I smiled. "Ok, this is good. It means we're making progress right."

"How's your arm and leg?" Henry asked.

I hadn't even thought about it. "They feel fine. No burning or stinging sensation." I told him, wiggling my toes and moving my hand.

"Good." Biggie said, turning to leave.

"Is he still here?" Henry asked quietly.

My eyes wandered to the opposite wall. I didn't really want to have this conversation with him. "No, he's gone right now."

I saw Henry nod out of the corner of my eye. "Listen… I'm sorry about not believing you."

I gave him a weak smile. "No need. I probably would've thought I was crazy too if I'd been someone else."

"No, really. I'm sorry. I didn't-" He broke off, apparently not sure what to say.

I gently took his hand and smiled. "It's ok, Henry."

He nodded. "Well Doc says you can get out of here as soon as you're feeling better."

"Awesome. This hospital gown is itchy." I said, wrinkling my nose.

Henry chuckled. "You want me to get Ash?" He asked, picking up a pile of clothes and bringing them to the bed.

"Nah. I got it." I told him, feeling stiff against every muscle.

He nodded and pushed a button on the console that made metal walls slide out of the walls and completely cover the glass. "I'll be right outside then." He said, pulling open the door and leaving.

I dressed as quickly as I could, but it was still much slower than it should've been. I moved awkwardly like I hadn't been standing in a month. My knees felt too weak to hold me up and my arm was sore, despite the fact the burning was gone.

When I pulled open the door to my room, I expected the hallway to be empty. I was pleasantly surprised when Henry pushed away from the wall to look at me. "I uh… got you these. I figured you'd have a hard time walking the first couple days." Henry said, holding a pair of crutches out to me.

I took them and set them under my arms. "Thanks Henry." I told him, testing my weight on them.

"And uh…" He started, suddenly looking awkward.

"If you tell me you called the guys-" I started.

"We called the guys." Henry said quickly before I could finish my sentence.

I sighed. "And?"

"Dude, they're pissed. They're on their way back from Illinois." He said.

I took a breath and blew it out, feeling my temperature rise. "How many fires did I start while I was out?" I asked, taking a step with the crutches.

"One." Henry said.

I looked up at him in surprise. "One?"

"Yeah. We only had to put one out." He told me with a little smile.

I nodded. "That's new." I said, taking another step on the crutches. "These are weird and clunky."

"I know. But you gotta get around somehow." He told me.

I nodded. I could see Will a distance down the hall coming towards us with Ashley.

"How are you feeling?" Will asked when he was close enough.

I shrugged, but cringed as it shot pain up my back. "Managing, I think."

"Magnus said the burns are almost healed." Will told me.

"So can we start calling you Karsen?" Ashley asked.

I smirked a little. "I guess it does sound better than Blaze."

Ashley smiled. "Oh, mom wants to see you, since you're awake."

I nodded, looking down at the plastic and metal holding me upright. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.

It took me longer than I'd have liked, but Henry and Ashley walked with me up to Magnus's office. Will had some paperwork to do.

"Yes, come in." Magnus said, with a smile.

I limped my way over to and very unceremoniously fell into one of her chairs, taking in a breath through my teeth as the pain reared up in my leg.

"Feeling better I see." Magnus said with a smile.

"Well, hey Doc. They ain't got me yet. That's what matters." I said, leaning my head back on the cushy chair. "Ash said you wanted to see me."

"Your brothers will be here within the hour. I explained to them the basics of your situation, but I felt you should explain the rest to them." Magnus said, holding her hands on her desk.

I didn't even lift my head to look at her. "What did you tell them?"

"That we were under the impression you were having a psychotic breakdown until you exorcised a demon in my lab." Magnus said.

I blinked, looking up. "You forgot the part where I didn't actually exorcise the demon."

"I figured you'd get enough grief for everything else. Might as well leave out the part where you forgot your Latin." Magnus smiled.

"And since when do you know Latin?" Henry asked.

"Yeah mom." Ashley said, looking surprised.

"Oh, just a trick I picked up from an old friend." Magnus said.

I huffed and shook my head. "Did you and Bobby have a thing, or did you just end up on a case together?"

"Bobby?" Henry asked, rolling the name around. "The old drunk from South Dakota?"

"You're talking about my family here." I warned him.

He put his hands up in defense.

"We simply ended up working together and he taught me Latin and gave me a few trinkets, which I thought were of no use and were stashed away." Magnus said, showing me an older version of the necklace I gave her before the exorcism.

I nodded. "Ok, within the hour, all hell breaks loose for the second time. Check. As much as I'd love to stay and chat, I'm going to go find a high ledge to throw myself off of." I told the room, standing up and trying to correctly work the crutches again.

"A little melodramatic, don't you think?" Magnus asked with a hint of a smile.

"You informed my demon hunting brothers that I see the King of Hell and then exorcised a demon in your lab. If you had told them I was on a deserted island in the middle of the Atlantic, I would not be safe from the wrath that comes with that impala. So excuse me while I find a remote corner of your castle to contain my incoming situation." I said, before turning and leaving the room.

I wandered the castle hallways until my arms felt like they were going to give out. I ended up in the garden, pretty close to the tree I'd hid under when I was hiding from the guys. I sighed, closing my eyes and listening to the sounds of the garden.

"Why didn't you call us?" Dean asked. Oh, boy was he pissed.

"I was unconscious when they called you or you never would have known." I told him, staying where I was with my eyes closed.

"Cut the crap, Blaze." Dean said harshly.

"My name's Karsen." I told him, opening my eyes to look at him.

He paused, his features softening. "What?"

"Henry found me in a missing person's database. My name is Karsen Winters." I said, kind of smiling to ease the situation a little.

Sam smirked and Dean just looked confused.

"I used to drive a Nissan Skyline and my parents died when I was little. My only surviving relative is an aunt who claimed me dead three years ago." I told them.

Sam moved to sit next to me on the stone bench. "Why do you have crutches?"

I pulled up the sleeve of my shirt and my pant leg, showing them the burn scars. "Hell fire. The demon used it on me."

Dean's anger rose, you could see it on his face. "Son of a bitch."

I grabbed his hand before he could get to pacing. "I'm ok. Magnus took care of me."

"I told you if you got hurt, I was gonna kill that kid." Dean said, turning around.

He was too quick; he got out of my grip. I stumbled to get my crutches up, but tripped on them and knocked myself over. Sam helped me up, Dean pausing to look at me.

"Henry didn't do a thing, so you come right back here and yell at me." I told him sternly as Sam righted me.

"I wasn't planning on yelling at you." Dean said, stomping back over to me. "But you're doing a damn good job at pissing me off."

"Dean, it was a job. Just another case and I handled it just fine. You always told me a hunter is only as good as what they can make it out of. I got out of hell fire so I think I'm doing alright." I told him with a weak smile.

"That's not an excuse. You should never have had any demons in this place. I thought it was protected." Dean said.

"It's protected against monsters; not demons." I told him.

"If I see that kid, I'm gonna kill him for letting you get hurt." Dean said.

I shook my head, resting my hand on his cheek. "You can cut the crap. I'm fine."

He shook his head and hugged me, pulling me tight.

I hugged him back, feeling safe for just a moment.

"Alright. Let's get you inside." Sam told me, his hand on the small of my back.

I limped along on the crutches, refusing help from the boys. We rounded corners and wandered halls until we ran into Biggie, who paused, seeing both boys. I forgot they hadn't met yet.

"Are you alright?" He asked me, despite the fact his eyes never left the boys.

"Yeah. My burns are starting to hurt." I told him, turning around to glance at the boys who had drawn their guns. "For the love of God, put it away and save yourself looking like the fool I did. Don't you think if he was gonna hurt me, he would have?"

"Is that a…" Sam trailed off.

"Bigfoot, yes. We call him Biggie." I told him, turning back to Biggie. "Sam, Dean, this is Biggie. Biggie, Sam and Dean."

"You're friends with a Bigfoot? We were gone two weeks!" Dean exclaimed.

I ignored him, turning back to Biggie. "Where'd you move my room to?" I asked him.

"Down the residential hall on the fourth floor. Henry put a sign on it for you." Biggie told me, still glancing at the guys behind me.

"Thanks." I told him and he nodded, turning to walk back the way he'd come.

"Seriously?" Sam asked.

"Seriously serious." I told him with a smile. "He helps Magnus with the surgeries."

The guys shook their heads, following me as I limped down the corridor. I found the room Biggie had mentioned and there was a sign, just like he said. "Speak, friend, and enter." I read out loud.

"That's stupid." Dean said, rolling his eyes.

"Isn't that from Lord of the Rings?" Sam asked.

"I think so, yeah." I said, trying to turn the handle but it acted like it was locked. "Weird."

"Here, lemme try." Dean said, pushing me out of the way. He gave it a good try, but the knob never turned.

"Friend?" Sam asked, sounding unsure.

"You guys are dorks. You're overthinking it. Mellon." I said out loud and the door clicked, floating open a little. I smiled. "That is so cool."

"Did you just actually say the Elfish word for friend?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Hey, I watch TV too." I said, kicking the door open and limping in. "Whoa…"

The ceiling was painted black and blue with swirls of white that looked like clouds and little flecks of white glitter that looked like twinkling stars when the light hit it. The walls were teal and gold, each wall having accents of the other color on each wall.

"Do you like it?" Henry asked, stepping out from behind the door.

"Like it? Henry, this is amazing." I told him. The furniture was the same as the other rooms, but it looked different in the light of the teal and gold. "It's beautiful."

"You did all this?" Dean asked Henry.

"Biggie helped with the ceiling. It was his idea to put the glitter in the paint for the stars." Henry said, obviously trying to down play what he'd done for me.

"Henry." I said, looking over at him. I couldn't articulate what this meant to me. I'd never had a bedroom. I shared a room in Ohio and after the guys picked me up, I'd lived in a motel. I never had more than a duffle bag of my own stuff to throw in a corner. Now I had a custom bedroom painted just for me.

"Ashley and I fought for the colors for almost two days. She said teal was too girly for you. I told her I thought it'd be good for you, since it's not a shade of red or orange." Henry said, digging his hands into his pockets.

"It's perfect." I told him.

He smiled and ducked his head. "I figured if you're going to stay here, the least we could do was paint the walls."

I smiled at him, forgetting Sam and Dean to my right.

"I guess I'll see you at dinner." Henry said, nodding to the guys and ducking out of the room.

"This is pretty intense, Karsen." Sam said as he glanced at the ceiling and walls.

"I think it's sweet." I told him with a smile.

"Sweet?" Dean asked, like he'd heard me wrong. "It's creepy."

"Dean, when was the last time you did something nice for a girl? Other than help her out of her clothes." I asked, giving him a pointed look.

He opened and closed his mouth, obviously not having been ready for back talk. "This isn't about me."

"Obviously." I told him, limping over to flop on the bed. "Henry said I only started one fire while I was out."

"One?" Sam asked, looking intrigued.

I nodded. "Maybe, after all this, there's still a way to put a cap on it."

Dean just snorted and I felt my temper flare. "If by cap, you mean a straight jacket and morphine, than yes."

Sam raised his eyebrows, like he was surprised at Dean.

I took a breath. "If you're going to be like that, what was the point of coming back? I'm alive. Everybody else is alive. We got the thing. Now go away." I told him, gathering my crutches and limping to the door.

"Blaze, I didn't-" Dean started.

"Karsen. My name is Karsen. Blaze sounds like a cartoon character." I told him, opening the door with a little bit of struggle before limping down the hallway.