A/N: Hello, everybody! How are we doing? Alright? Alright. Welcome, dear children to Supernatural Bomb Week! *applause, applause, assorted fanfare* From today, all the way until Friday, it's you and me, kids. But because it's been three and a half weeks since we've last spoken to each other, how about a recap?

So, things aren't exactly kosher in the Winchester household. Lucifer's wanting Lena. Sam and Dean aren't going to have that. Her Uncle Bobby isn't going to have that. Her angel on her shoulder isn't having that either. Fortunately, thanks to Gabriel showing up and ruining one of her dirty dreams, the neon sign pointed to Rowena for some help. And to do that, she needs miscellaneous herbs, a crystal or two, the blood of the divine (So, Cas), and the blood of the object. For a while, that had them stumped. However, with Crowley's help, he managed to find out what the rest of the page said. The object of Lucifer's desire. Or, Lena. Now that you're all caught up, let's get back into the thick of things, yeah?

"Hey," Dean chimed as Cas and I walked back into the bunker, "About time you crazy kids get back. Feels like you've been gone for almost a month."

"Ha, ha," I rolled my eyes, "I haven't been gone that long. And look at that. The bunker's still standing. You and Sam aren't trying to out brood each other. Everything's fine."

"Hey!" Sam squeaked, "Bobby!"

'Sorry, boys," Uncle bobby took my side, "Lena's been around you for a while now. She's got you two pegged."

"And you can both manage without me for a bit," I finished, kicking my feet up on the table, "I'd say a job well done."

"Are you two sure she's not related to you?" Crowley asked, "Because those were your words coming out of her mouth."

"Positive," Dean assured him.

"Have you looked into it?" I wondered, "You sounded awfully sure of yourself."

"Trust me, pumpkin," Uncle Bobby stepped in, "Your parents wouldn't have screwed around on each other. They were diabetically in love. Not to mention, they were pretty young when Mary died. Your mom liked them older, but I think John would've been her limit."

"Hey, Bobby," Sam asked, "How did you know Lena's parents?"

"Gwen grew up next door," he spun the tale, "Sweet kid. A lot like you, Lena. Just without the cynicism."

"Hey!" I pouted, "I like my cynicism."

"Gwen ran around in the scrapyard a lot," Uncle Bobby went on, "Her first boyfriend met me before her own father. Zack, too. But I knew that punk, too..."

"Sounds familiar," Dean nudged me under the table, "You think your old man had frequent flyer miles in the Sioux Falls Juvenile Detention Center, too?"

"Dean..." I growled, biting my lip while Uncle Bobby's blood boiled.

"Excuse me...?" he glared through me.

In that moment, Dean realized he said something he shouldn't have, "Uh, Lena...?"

"Yes, Dean?" I was damn near hiding under the table.

"Bobby didn't know about your police record, did he...?"

"No, Dean," I sighed out, "He did not."

"When, Lena?" Uncle Bobby fumed, "When were you arrested?"

"Which time?" I mumbled under my breath.

"Which time?" the vein stood out more and more in his forehead, "The first one."

"I was twelve," I thought back, "I think it was a vandalism thing."

"And the second time?"

"Another vandalism charge," I cringed, "Maybe curfew."

"Lena," Uncle Bobby scolded, "How many times have you been in handcuffs?"

"Six," I did a quick count in my head.

"Honest to God," he let out a heavy, exasperated sigh, "Just when I thought I did something right with you."

"What can I say?" I shrugged, "I guess I had a bit of a wild streak in me. A lot of hail Mary came out of my mouth for them. The nuns made sure of that. Almost went into self-flagellation, but they couldn't do that legally."

"Always knew those nuns were shifty," Uncle Bobby winced, "Glad you got out of that."

"Sucks that it had to be with a fire," I pointed out, "But I kind of like where it landed me. Parts of it anyway."

"Thanks, Lena," Sam gave me a little smile.

"Never said it was you two," I teased, "Did I not just meet God a few days ago? And I didn't even have to die for it to happen!"

"You met Chuck before you met us," Dean reminded, "Chuck's the one that told you to find us."

"He didn't say to find you specifically," I scoffed, "Don't be so full of yourself."

"Oh, I like her," Crowley grinned darkly, "Really and truly, Lena, if you weren't so tied in with those two, I wouldn't hesitate to snap you up. You'd make a hell of a succubus demon."

"Sorry," I bit my lip, "Already have Lucifer after me. Don't need another King of Hell after me, too."

"Crowley," Cas shot him a look, "No."

"I can behave myself," Crowley promised, "I have my own ass to look after. I don't need to put a target on my back, too."

"Well," Rowena came back upstairs, "After being locked away in the dungeon, I think we're ready."

"Cas," I took his arm, "You think you could get a hold of Chuck for us?"

"I can try," he cradled my face in his hand, "I'm so sorry, Lena."

"Don't beat yourself up," I smiled, "You didn't know I'd be Lucifer's type. Now, go get Chuck."

"I will." And just like that, Cas blipped out of existence.

"What's next?" Sam asked.

"The blood of the divine just left," Rowena pointed out.

"I'm going to go lay down for a bit," I told, heading toward my bedroom, "Give me a yell when Cas and Chuck get back."

"I'll go with you," Sam offered.

"I appreciate it, Sammy," I kept on walking, "But you don't have to...I don't know why I bother fighting it anymore."

"Look at you," Dean awed, "You're learning."

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes and went into Sam's room. We had an unspoken rule in the bunker. Nobody goes into my room. I can go into Dean's, I can go into Sam's, but neither Sam or Dean could go into mine. And they were good enough to honor that. I don't think either one of them has ever seen the walls of my room. Maybe at one time, but not since I've been here.

"Hey, Lena," Sam sat on the edge of his bed, "Are you ok?"

"No," I shut him up, "Don't start with the touchy-feely crap, Sam. I'm not in the mood."

"Alright," he let me go, "But if you need someone to talk to..."

"I know," I kept him at arm's length, "I got you. I got Dean. I got Uncle Bobby. I got the whole damn family forest."

"Yes," Sam nodded, "But that's not what I was going to say. This whole Lucifer thing, I've seen it firsthand. The Supernatural books could only tell you so much. I've actually been in Lucifer's head and him in mine."

"That's fascinating, Sam," I laid my head on his shoulder, "But I'm pretty sure you don't know why he'd want me. You and Lucifer happened years ago. Do you have an updated copy of his mental state?"

"No..."

"I rest my case," I let out a tiny yawn, "Court dismissed. Bring in the dancing lobsters."

"Dancing lobsters?" Sam gave me a look, "Did you get into the salvia and the jimsonweed again?"

"No," I shut my eyes for a second or two, "I'm of relatively sound mind right now. Although, if I didn't have such a bad trip the first time around, I could stand some of that again."

"Really, though," he worried, "Are you ok?"

"No," I shook my head, "Hell no. You've had Lucifer after you. You know what it's like. Do you really expect me to be ok with that?"

"No," Sam wrapped his arms around me, "You're also not fighting this alone. You do know that, right?"

"I know," I curled into him, "I got my boys. I got my uncle. I got God and the King of Hell on my side and a power witch in my back pocket. I think I'm good."

"Then, what has you so freaked?" he wondered.

"I don't know," I sighed, "The fact that it's Lucifer. Concentrated, supreme evil. I'd say that God only knows what he has planned for me if he does get his hands on me, but God doesn't even know. Sammy, I'm scared."

"We have plenty of time to be scared once we take him out," Sam tried to comfort me, "But until then, we have to kick ass and take names, ok?"

"Ok..."

"Lena," his embrace tightened, "We won't let anything happen to you. You've seen our track record. We're at a 99.9% success rate."

"And that other 0.1%?"

"We don't talk about it," Sam swept it under the rug, "We don't need to worry about it."

"If I remember correctly," I pointed out, "Both you and Dean once told me that we can't save everyone."

"But you're not just anyone," he kissed the top of my head, "Rest up, kiddo. This is probably the biggest hunt we'll ever have you on. You're going to need it."

"Alright," I nestled down into Sam's bed and shut my eyes for a little longer. It really is nice when those boys genuinely care about me. And Sam did have a point. He's had Lucifer in him and him in Lucifer. Maybe Sam would have a little more insight on things. But until then, I was going to listen to him and get a quick nap in.

Usually, if I were to take a nap, it wouldn't be very heavy unless it was in the back of the car. However, Sam's bed worked like Ambien for me. When I woke up, I looked over at the clock. Damn near midnight. My ten-minute nap turned into sleeping a solid eight hours for the first time in I don't even know how long. I could hear a muffled argument outside the door.

"I'm not doing it," Sam protested, "I put her to bed. You can wake her."

"I'd like to get out of here in one piece," Dean retaliated, "No freakin' way."

"Rock, paper, scissors for it?"

"Move, you idjits," I knew exactly who was coming to wake me up. As the door hinges squeaked, I shut my eyes again, feeling a hand on my shoulder, "Lena...Wake up, pumpkin. We got work to do."

"Ok," I sighed out sweetly, opening my eyes again, "Are Cas and Chuck back yet?"

"Have been for a couple hours now," Uncle Bobby pushed my hair out of my face, "We thought we'd let you get some sleep."

"Awfully sweet of you," I sat up, rolling into his shoulder, "How long have I been out?"

"Probably eight hours," he figured, "Are you ready?"

"Ish," I chuckled nervously, "Will I be able to go back to sleep after this?"

"God willing," Uncle Bobby cradled me, "Come on. We shouldn't keep Rowena waiting."

"Ok," I pulled myself out of Sam's bed and followed my brothers to the dungeon. Cas and Chuck waited for us at the bottom of the stairs, "Gentlemen..."

"Morning, Lena," Chuck greeted me, "You look well-rested."

"As well rested as I'm going to get." In times of high stress, I sleep long and I sleep hard. It's a curse, "Well? Shall we? Rowena, is there any kind of special blade we need for this?"

"No," Rowena added another couple of herbs to her bowl, "I don't think so anyway."

"We'll go with silver," Dean suggested, "Just to be on the safe side?"

"I would," Sam agreed.

"We'll go with the holiest of silver then," Chuck told, "Castiel, your angel blade, please."

A shining, silver dagger slid out of Cas' coat sleeve, "Lena, give me your hand."

"Ok," I offered my hand to the angel and he slid his angel blade across my palm, slicing it open. My blood dripped into the bowl.

"Castiel? Chuck?" Rowena asked, "At the risk of getting some sort of disease."

"Hey!" I squeaked, "What did I ever do to you?"

"Nothing," she smiled at me, "You're like a daughter I never had."

"Oi!" Crowley pouted, "What about me?"

"She didn't give me stretch marks," Rowena wrapped my hand up, "Unnecessary stress…I can be in a room with her and not feel the urge to throw up."

"I love you, too, Mommy…"

Cas and Chuck cut their respective hands open and bled into the bowl for me. Weird. Not many can say they've had an angel and God bleed for them, I'm sure. This would probably stick in the paw of the Westboro Baptist Church. The nuns that would've beaten me within an inch of my life would've swooned.

I know I'm kind of new to how this whole spell thing works, but isn't there supposed to be some sort of fanfare? Pretty sure adding the blood of God to anything would warrant a little bit of fireworks. Something, anything. Not even a spark. Did we not do it right or…?

"Rowena," Dean shared my sentiment, taking a quick glance around the room, "What the hell?"

"I…" Rowena stared into the bowl, "I don't understand."

"Nothing's happening."

"I see that, Dean!" she snapped, "I'm trying to figure out why! Now, I can't do that with a whiny little brat breathing down my neck!"

The room went silent. Except for Crowley, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, "I think you've successfully pissed off another witch, Dean…"

"NOBODY ASKED FOR YOU, FERGUS!" Yeah. I think it's safe to say Rowena was genuinely pissed, "It's a rarity I ever have this kind of spell slip through my fingers. Gabriel said I was a powerful caster. Everything was flawless. WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?!"

"Rowena," I tried to settle her, "Do you know what could've possibly went wrong?"

"I'm sorry, dear," she shook, "This is beyond me. Maybe another caster, but that would mean finding another witch in the near proximity with my kind of power. Your local wiccan wouldn't be able to pull this kind of spell work off."

"We'll find another way," I assured, taking her hand, "I'm almost positive."

"Wait a minute," I thought it over, "Chuck, couldn't you bring someone else back to life like you did with Uncle Bobby?"

"And keep the natural order of things?" Chuck scoffed, "No. I'm sorry, Lena, but Bobby was the only one I could get my hands on for the time being."

"Damn…" I was stumped. I really thought this spell would've done something. Oh, well…Looks like it's back to the drawing board…

A/N: So much for that idea. We all go home a little discouraged. Fear not, though. Winchesters never give up and they never surrender. We kick ass, we take names, we grab our little brothers, and we score some pie. That's how things work. We keep on fighting. Now, just so it doesn't come as a shock to you guys, I have all intentions of ending this story by Friday. I have it all plotted out and then, I don't know what I'm going to do. Will I start a sequel? Will I let this die? Is everyone going to die come Friday? I don't know. Luckily for you, you only have to wait until tomorrow for another chapter. So, on that note, I'll see you next chapter. xx