When I got back in, we planned for how we'd separate out. Dean would go to Amara, and the rest of us would go to Lucifer, following Donatello's lead. My job was to help free him, and if he was unable to beam us out of there.

So I rode in the back seat with Metatron, doing my best to hide my terror and fear of facing Lucifer.

Once we got there, though, I felt my heart drop. He still looked like Cas, after all, and all I could see for a moment was Castiel, tied up with his arms splayed out on either side, his entire body bearing the marks of beatings and lacerations and torture done by Amara.

"Oh, goody. Larry, Curly, Moe. Search and rescue?" Lucifer asked, his voice strained. Oh, wow." He cast his glance to Donatello "It's one of Dad's favorites. Your ticket finally got punched, huh? It's wacky, isn't it? One minute, you're... nobody. And then – Shazam – you're Joan of Arc. Let's, uh… Let's hope this ends better than that." He turned to me, next. "And you… I don't know who you are. Maybe a new toy for the Winchesters?" He asked, taking a glance at Sam.

"All right, can the small talk." Sam told him. "We're busting you out of here."

"Well, it seems fair since I wouldn't be here if you lunatics hadn't set me up to be grabbed by Amara." Lucifer responded.

"You're gonna help us take her down." Dean ordered. I followed Metatron to where Lucifer was being held up, examining the symbols and sigils used.

Damn, was this going to be some fun stuff to break.

"If you say no, we'll just leave you here in Abu Ghraib." Sam offered.

"You take the left, I'll take the right." Metatron offered. I nodded, and he moved over to the right side so we could get to work. I heard him begin to chant quietly as I raised my hands, focusing on the magic before me.

Lucifer let out a small chuckle as we worked, one that turned in to a harsh and terrible cough. "Say no?" He asked. "You see what she's done to me?" I focused on the task before me, not that for a moment it sounded like Castiel instead of the Devil. "Do I look like a fan?!"

Metatron and I worked quickly side-by-side. I caught bits and pieces of what he was saying, but nothing that I really focused on. I worked on my own parts, focusing on removing the bindings. There were so many, I could almost see them.

"Libertas a captivitate," I muttered, feeling the magic flow from me. This was working, it was working correctly, I knew it was. "Quod est vinculum tollit eum."

"Did you grab these two from the steno pool?" I heard him mutter. Metatron kept chanting.

"You understand you'll be working with your father." Sam stated. "Is that gonna be a problem?"

"Et perdam omnia maledicta." I said, feeling a few disappear. I kept going as Lucifer let out a groan.

"That's family. This is bigger." He agreed.

"So, you'll table all the old stuff?" Sam continued.

"What happens in Heaven stays in Heaven."

I lost focus for a moment, and swore briefly before continuing.

"Kahtoh, mahday, tayroh!" I heard him shout, matching pace with my own work.

"Metatron, Diana, are we getting any closer?" Sam asked us. "Dean can't stall forever."

"We're narrowing it down." Metatron answered for me.

"Nos sumus in tenebris lumen," I gripped Metatron's arm for a second, placing my other hand flat against the inscriptions. Metatron matched as I did, repeating my words. "Quod ardet vinculum ad nihilum."

Another set fizzled away to nothing, on both sides. I could see Lucifer sag slightly, still bound, but we were much closer. I let go of Metatron, and we kept working.

"Liberate angelus, hoc daemon, hoc homine," I reached down in to my boots, pulling out a simple silver blade to cut my hand with. I cut the palm of my hand that had been on the runes, and placed it back on the bindings afterwards. "Haec mutatio creaturae, indigno libertatemque, sed dignum redemptio."

I felt it, felt that we were almost done. Metatron held out a hand towards me, and I gave him the knife. He sliced his own palm, placing it like a mirror on the other side of Lucifer's bindings.

I knew what we were supposed to say.

I don't know how I knew, but I could feel it and I knew.

"Sahboh, taylah!" We both shouted, and I could almost see the rest of the bindings fall away from Lucifer.

"Oh, oh!" Castiel fell to a small lump on the ground, his limbs weak and limp. "Yes." He breathed out.

We all ran to him quickly, with Sam closest to kneel beside him.

"Hey, Lucifer, zap us out of here – quick!" He demanded.

That was when I felt it.

I felt something wrong. Something terribly wrong, and absolutely awfully angry.

"Oh, no can do." Lucifer said.

"Guys, something is wrong." I said. "Dean's been made."

"What do you mean you can't do it?" Sam asked.

"Temporarily grounded. Equipment malfunction." Lucifer breathed out, wincing in pain.

"Then, Diana, get us out of here." Sam said, turning to me. I shook my head.

"I can't. Dean's been made, and Amara…"

"Guys, I'm," Donatello interrupted, sounding frantic. "I'm feeling her! She's coming!"

"She's blocking me, too." I told Sam. "If I had time, I could get us out, but only one, maybe two at once."

"All right." Sam thought for a moment before throwing one of Lucifer's arms over his shoulder. "We're out of here. Come on guys, to the car. Now."

Lucifer let out groans of pain as Donatello moved to take his other arm.

Metatron held his ground, as did I beside him.

"Metatron, Diana, come on!" Sam shouted, stopping to look back at us.

"It's okay, Sam." Metatron said, his voice calm. "You go."

"What?!" He looked at us like we were insane. "Come on!"

"We got this, Sam." I told him. "Protect the prophet. Go."

"You too, Diana." Metatron ordered. "You deserve a chance at a normal life, a life with someone you care about." He shot a side glance to Lucifer, one that I hoped Sam missed.

"You need help." I reminded him. "You're human. You won't make it without my help."

"I'm serious, Kylie." He said my real name much quieter, in a whisper only I could hear. "I got this. Tell God…" Chuck let out a sigh. "Tell him I hope that I stopped being a disappointment in his eyes."

I nodded, and reached in to my pocket real quick for something important.

The vial of his grace, half-used.

I opened it and placed my hand over the container quickly. "Corroboro." I whispered, feeling it soak in to my hand.

I placed my hand on Metatron's chest, focusing hard. "Potestem facio."

Metatron recoiled away from my hand, as though I'd punched him hard. "That should give you an extra boost. You're not an angel, still," I looked at him apologetically. "But hopefully that will be enough boost to give you a chance."

"Thank you." He said, and I could see forged hope in his eyes.

We both knew it wouldn't be enough, but we both also had to hope that it would at least be something.

I ran after the Impala, sprinting hard to catch up and slam myself in to the back seat as fast as I could. "Where's Metatron?" Sam asked. If he was surprised at my being in the car, he didn't show it.

"He…"

I felt it, then.

I felt Amara's power surge, just for a moment, as she annihilated Metatron.

"He's dead." I stated simply. "He told me to run."

Sam just nodded grimly, and slammed his foot on the gas harder. Donatello looked out and around in fear. "Do you think you can get all of us, and the car, back to the Bunker safely?" Sam asked.

"I could try." I answered. "We need to get away from Amara first, though. I need to be far enough from her power so that she stops blocking me."

"Alright. Tell me when." Sam responded.

Suddenly Amara appeared in front of us, and Sam slammed the brakes. "FUCK!" I screamed, my head slamming hard against the passenger seat. Lucifer groaned in pain, his body halfway out the seat.

I watched Sam flip the car in to reverse, and start putting the pedal to the metal again. Smoke rose up from around the car, but we didn't move.

"Diana!" Sam shouted.

"I'm trying!" I focused hard on us, trying to fight off Amara to get us out.

"You really aren't worth sparing." Amara stated, raising her hands to be level with us. "None of you."

As the tire squealed, I felt an immense surge of power. I knew it was from Amara.

I knew we were doomed.

I closed my eyes and clenched my hand in a fist, the one with the wedding ring. I held it up to my mouth, and whispered my last words.

"I love you."

I hoped that somehow Castiel would know and understand that.

Suddenly there was a loud clang, like metal landing hard on a floor. "WHAT… HAPPENED?!" Donatello shouted, spacing out the words in his terror.

I opened my eyes as Sam exited the car, coughing and waving away smoke. "Diana, was that you?" He asked. I shook my head, unclenching my fist to put my hand down.

The rest of us got out of the car, myself and Sam supporting Lucifer's weight this time. When I helped him hoist Lucifer, my arm brushed past his.

I didn't mean to, I swear I didn't, but the excess power I'd just been exposed to had put me in hyperdrive.

"So what do you want to do with her, after all this?" Dean asked.

"With who?"

"Diana."

"I dunno. Maybe she'll just stick with God."

"Look, I know that she's got the OK from on high," Dean admitted. "But I don't know how I feel with having her stay in the Bunker."

"Why?"

"I dunno. Just with everything going on," Dean shook his head. "No. Forget I said anything. She's got clearance from Chuck and Kevin. She's cool."

"Look, after we deal with Amara," Sam thought. "Then we'll kick her out. She can't pop in and out of the Bunker at will, she can only get outside of it. Or who knows?" Sam asked. "She may end up being the first Hunter Witch combo."

"Nope. Warlock cop." Dean countered. Sam laughed, nodding.

"Fine. The first female one."

"But witches, man?" Dean asked, shaking his head again. "There's something she's not telling us, I can feel it."

"Maybe she's just used to being secretive." Sam offered.

"No. I got a gut feeling on this one." Dean argued. "Something isn't quite right."

"Well, we'll figure it out after everything else." Sam promised.

I forced myself out of Sam's head, feeling myself fill with dread. They didn't want me here. They wanted me gone.

They only wanted my around to use as a weapon.

As we ascended the staircase, Donatello asked the obvious question. "Where are we?"

When we walked in to the B.A.M.T. room, Sam let out a short laugh. "Home." He answered.

I wished I could agree.

Chuck let out a sigh as he walked in to the room. "Occasionally, I do answer a prayer." He stated, opening a bottle of beer. When his gaze fell on Lucifer, he let out a sigh. "You've changed."

Lucifer moved away from us, lurching forwards to support himself on a nearby beam. "You've changed." He replied.

"Well, still," Chuck shrugged. "I'm really pretty much the same."

He waved a hand over at Lucifer, and in an instant he was healed.

The glare in his eyes never left, though.