In the morning, Sara woke up next to Sam, not sure of her feelings after everything that had just happened. A part of her knew that she should stay away from him for her own safety after he had nearly killed her, but that was the same thing that kept her close to him. The thought that her life might be on the edge if she stayed with him, made it exciting and worth everything. Most of her life the thrills that she felt were from fear of the fight, but a relationship like this was something more. Life was on the balance every moment that she spent with him if she made the wrong move and that excited her in ways she had never felt before, but in the pit of her stomach, there was also some sort of guilt.

Turning her head, she saw the sleeping beauty that was Sam Winchester. Not wanting to disturb him, she crawled out of bed quietly, slipping on a bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. There were more pressing matters at the moment than discussing what their relationship would be after last night.

Heather had up and left Bobby's house in a fit after she discovered that Alastair was responsible for the death of her brother, but he did it on purpose to get to Sara. If Sara had never been in the car, then it probably never would have happened. On some level, Heather felt it was Sara's fault so she took off, and that's where the real problems started. It wasn't safe out there for any of them and yet she just left.

Reaching for her cell phone on the nightstand, she carried it into the living room and held down the number one button which was Heather's number on speed dial. Placing the phone to her ear and letting it ring a few times, she left a message. "Listen, I get that you're upset but this is not the time for hissy fits and you know it's not really my fault. I loved your brother too but leaving in the middle of a war is childish," she explained into the phone, hoping to knock some sense into her friend. "We're still at Bobby's so you know where to find us."

Hanging up the phone, she sighed and looked up, seeing that Dean had just entered the room. "That's not going to work," he stated. "I've already left her a bunch of messages and she hasn't answered back."

"It's not like her to not answer back, no matter how pissed she is or upset. She will usually call back in a few hours so maybe something is wrong." Sara explained and started to panic even though her friend practically called her a monster last night.

Without warning, her cell phone went off and she quickly answered it in hopes that it would be Heather. "Hello? Heather? Where the hell are you?" She asked in a frantic voice.

"We have your friend." A low voice sounded through the other end of the phone, a bit of static like the connection was bad. "Do as your told or your friend will die."

Sara growled into the phone at their threat. "That has to be the lamest threat I've ever heard. You could at least come up with something more interesting." She spat at the person on the other end.

"How about, we will slit her throat if you don't shut your mouth, bitch?" He questions in an evil dark tone on the other end of the phone.

Sara swallowed hard and hesitated, thinking about her choice of words before responding. "Fine. You have my attention. What the hell do you want and if you harm her, I swear you will never breathe again." She threatened them, even though doing so would have no affect since she had no idea where they were or who they were.

"Who ever said that I breathe?" The evil voice chuckled through the phone. "That's besides the point though. We want something in exchange for your friend. If you come to a certain location, then we will release her."

"And what is it that you want?" She asked, becoming rather annoyed, especially at Dean who kept giving her looks to clue him in on what was going on, even though it was rather obvious by the discussion she was having.

"We want you." The man confessed and then there was dead silence until Sara responded.

"Why the hell would you want me?" She asked in response to their quizzical question.

"We have our reasons. Just do as you told if you want your friend to live." The evil man warned her and then gave her a set of directions and a specific address to drive to if she wanted to see her friend again before he hung up.

Shutting her own phone, Sara looked up at Dean. "Somebody has her, somebody that doesn't breathe and apparently they want me." She informed him before turning around and walking back to the bedroom, rummaging through her bags for some clean clothes. "I should go by myself. I already know that it's a trap."

"Exactly! That's why you shouldn't go alone. That's what they're counting on." He exclaims at her, trying to get a point across.

"Maybe not. They could be counting on the back up and just using me as an excuse to get us all there." She smirks at him, proving her point as she grabbed her clothes and headed into the bathroom to change, waking up Sam in all the commotion.

Sitting up in bed, Sam woke up and rubbed his eyes, staring at his brother once his vision was clear. "What's going on?" He asked.

Taking a few seconds, Dean filled Sam in on everything before Sara exited the bathroom fully dressed. "If you two want to come, you can stay out in the car as backup, but that's it. I'm not risking anyone else and since this dude doesn't breathe, he's either a demon or a vamp."

"We're going to end up saving her ass." Dean mumbled to his brother.

"I heard that!" Sara shouted at Dean and stuffed her dirty clothes back into her bag. "Now, let's get this show on the road."

After everyone got up and around, they gathered their supplies, mainly guns and other things before piling into the Impala since Heather had taken the Mustang when she stormed out. Sliding the keys into the ignition, Dean started up his baby and drove down the road, heading towards the location that Sara was given.

"So what is our plan?" Dean asked as he drove.

"The plan is that I go in by myself while you two stay in the car and if you don't, I'll handcuff you to the damn thing." She practically growled at him as she relaxed in the backseat, one of her typical black leather outfits on for the fight.

"We will get through this," Sam reassured them. "And when we do, we will sit down and talk about this." He smiled at Sara sweetly.

She nodded at him but that didn't comfort her any. There was every chance in the world that she might not survive this. First of all, she had no idea what she was walking into, one of the reasons she knew that Sam and Dean tagged along. She was far from stupid an she knew they would try to help. That's why they had agreed to come in the first place, but she would use all her will to keep them from danger. On some level, she knew that Dean cared about Heather, which made things worse, even for her considering they were best friends, up until last night though. Now she had no idea what they were, or if Heather would want to speak to her again. That as perfectly fine though. If she saved Heather and Heather never wanted to speak to her again, that would be fine as long as Sara knew Heather was okay.

After a couple of hours, they reached the abandon warehouse that the man on the phone, or lack of man, had given them directions to. "What is it with the supernatural having to do their dirty work in abandoned warehouses? It's so lame." Sara grumbled and stepped out of the car after Dean had cut the engine. "If you want to take off, I understand. They probably heard us coming as soon as we pulled in."

"We got your back." Sam smiled at her with a slight hint of helplessness. There was every chance that this could go terribly wrong and he might never see Sara again without ever having that conversation about where their relationship was going.

Leaning down through the opened window, Sara kissed Sam on the lips gently before walking away, leaving the brothers there before she knocked on the door to the warehouse.

Waiting only a few seconds, a man answered the door and let her in, only to find out that there were multiple men and women standing around, and a table with straps in the middle of the room. This was definitely some sort of ambush, but there was another plan going on here, something more bigger than her friend.

Entering the room and looking around freely, she sneered at them all. "What is this? Demons Anonymous? Not really impressed by this gathering." She joked in a snarky tone. Not seeing her friend anywhere in the room, she just stood there, scoping out the place and her enemies. "So, where is my friend?" She asked rather impatiently.

One of the men stepped forward, his eyes flashing black for a brief second. "Maybe she's dead already. Do you really think we care about your friend? This has nothing to do with her. We want you and your little boyfriend, Sam Winchester." He smirked at her. It was the same man that Sara had spoken to on the phone since she recognized the voice.

All of a sudden, the doors opened up behind her and Sam and Dean were being dragged in by two of the larger male demons that had been in the warehouse. They were struggling to get free and Sara flicked her hand, trying to fly the demon, but it wasn't working. Turning back to the demon who seemed to be in charge, she glared at him with eye full of hatred. "They have nothing to do with this! They were not part of he deal!" She shouted at him in anger.

"They were always a part of the deal. It's my leader's wish to have Sam here and be forced to drink your blood, well, any demon blood for that matter but we find it so much more ironic when he drinks yours. You see, it is my leader's wish for him to drink your blood because we want him using his powers, we want him powerful since he is our father's vessel."

"Your father? I didn't know you had a father. I would have figured you for a bastard child." She spat at the demon.

The demon just grinned at her evilly. "He is all our father. The father of demons. He created us. Your little boyfriend is Lucifer's vessel. His brother is Michael's vessel so he's probably just going to get killed. I think we're leaving him until our father has arrived, but I should ask our leader that." He explained in that low evil tone.

"You talk too damn much. Let me see who your god damned leader is!" She shouts at him.

Just then, footsteps came from out of the shadows as another man approached her in some middle-aged meat suit. "It's daddy." The man uttered in a low creepy voice just before his eyes turned completely white like that of Alastair's.