A/N: Hi, guys! I'm back! To summarize, my trip sucked. I would've much rather stayed home with you guys and the cult leader from last week. But I don't know why I expected anything different. You're not here for my whining, though. You're here for Sam and Dean's whining. For Lena's whining. Hell, for Lucifer's whining once in a while. And to Bittersweet, about Lucifer…Well…You're just going to have to wait and read the chapter now, aren't you?

Didn't Sam and Dean know Death personally? I'm sure they've met a time or two before. With the amount of times those two have died and not died, I'm sure they've crossed paths at least once or twice. Maybe Death could do a girl a solid and end me right now. I knew withdrawal would claim me shortly and quite frankly, I didn't have the intestinal fortitude to deal with that and the boys and Chuck today. Death, if you're listening, I'd really appreciate it if we could have a little heart to...whatever it is reapers have...and get me the hell out of here.

Any second now...

Any minute now...

Hello?

Death?

Son of a bitch. Sam and Dean probably have this place warded. So much for that Idea. I'm going to have to sit and suffer with...well, God. He stared me down like a disappointed parent and I couldn't stand it anymore. I stared back at him with the same discontent, wondering which one of us would break first. All I knew was that it wouldn't be me. After years of practice with every therapist in a hundred mile radius of Hartford, I'm a stone wall. Good luck, Chuck. You'll need it. Just you and me in this cramped little room.

"Still not talking to me, huh?" Chuck figured, pulling up a chair.

"Nope," I kept up my being an insolent bitch quite nicely. Chuck was going to have to try a bit harder than he was now. Like I said. Stone wall.

"Alright." His patience wore thinner and thinner by the second. Chuck could pretend all he wants. His eyes can't lie to me. There was an anger, a fire even, hiding in his gaze. If he could without repercussion, Chuck would smite me right here and now without any hesitation, "Withdrawal should be setting in soon anyway. I'm sure you'll talk then."

"You think so?" I kicked my feet up on his leg.

"I know so," Chuck confirmed, "Your last dose of demon blood was a couple hours ago. You must be getting the itch for some."

"Nope," I shook my head, "I still feel pretty ok."

Could I go to Hell for lying directly to God's face? What am I saying? Of course I will. Not that it makes much of a difference, though, if I end up in Hell. Hell has demons. Hell has Crowley. Hell has my throne and my crown. If I were to die right now, I'd get a fast pass to the fiery depths below. In that case, I'd be out of here and I could juice up again. Go ahead. Kill me, Chuck.

"I know better, Lena," Chuck shrugged, "It's already starting, isn't it?"

I could already feel a twinge in my major muscle groups. Everything was ready to shut down. I bet I already had a fever going on and I'm sure Chuck would be able to sniff that out from a mile away. I couldn't let him see me falling apart. But I did want to lay down, though. Not out of weakness, but because sitting up gets tiring after a while.

"No," I stretched out on the bed I was so kindly handcuffed to. Thanks, boys. I'm glad to see you trust me. I understand, though. I have been a bit of a flight risk for you lately, "I told you. I'm fine. This whole thing is absolutely ridiculous and I shouldn't even be here."

"Ridiculous, huh?" Dammit. Chuck's going to go all guidance counselor on me, isn't he? This was not my day, "I didn't want to do this to you, Lena."

"Do what?"

"You say you're fine, right?"

"Yeah."

"Were you fine when you slit Castiel's throat for his grace?" Chuck played dirty. Chuck played unnecessarily dirty.

"That was low, Chuck..." I grumbled under my breath.

"What about what you've done to your brothers?" he kept pushing, "Do you know how worried they've been about you? For the last two years?"

"You're not getting to me, Chuck." This is the part where the guy narrating my life comes in and says that he was, in fact, getting to me.

"Or Crowley?" Chuck would not let up, would he? He really did see me when I'm sleeping and knew when I was awake, "He came to you out of the sheer kindness of his heart. The King of Hell, himself. He came to you looking for nothing but your friendship. He wanted to help you, too."

"What about him?" I snapped, "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place, so I wouldn't say his intentions were as pure as you seem to think they were."

"What?" he perked up, "What do you mean?"

"The son of a bitch drugged me," I growled, "I was totally cool with us being buddies. Hell, sometimes when we were hanging out, it was actually kind of fun. I'd break into a Hostess factory and get drunk with him any day of the week. It's when he put demon blood in a bottle of wine that things started taking their turn. If I were him, I don't think it'd hurt my chances of survival to have a Winchester jacked on demon blood on my side."

"So, you're saying this is all Crowley's fault?"

"Isn't everything?"

"Not everything," Chuck thought it over, "Sometimes, it's your brothers' faults. Right now, that's not what we're focusing on."

"Personally," I scoffed, "Crowley's getting exactly what he deserves right now. His plans blew up in his face and when he got scared, he ran crying to Sam and Dean. That's how we ended up here."

"He's dying, Lena."

"And? He has it coming. How many times have Sam and Dean told Crowley that they were going to kill him, but they never had the stones to do it? I'm just doing them a favor."

A quick twinge of pain shot through my stomach. Uh-oh.

"Lena," he begged, "I want you to relinquish your throne in Hell."

"But why?" I whined, "I like my throne in Hell. I just redecorated and it looks so nice down there. I even got a new cushion and it's even more comfortable than the one Crowley had. I like ruling over Hell."

Chuck let out a heavy, exasperated sigh. Yeah. He's done with me. I can tell. Good. Because the withdrawal was about to kick into overdrive and he didn't need to see that, "You're really going to make me do it, aren't you?"

"Do what?"

"Since I can't seem to get through to you," he decided, "I'm really going to have to throw you to the wolves here, aren't I?"

"Last I heard," I reminded him, "Sam's on a supply run and I'm pretty sure Dean and Cas are spooning somewhere in the bunker, so...what are these wolves of which you speak, Chuck?"

"So cocky," Chuck giggled, "You forget who I am sometimes, Lena."

Snap!

"Oh, pumpkin, I love you, but dammit, could I throttle you right now..." Uh-oh. I'd rather withdrawal. Can we go back a few seconds? Chuck, could we get a do-over? That'd be really cool of you. Hell, if you want, you could probably make my withdrawal worse. I'd much rather that. No, Lena. Keep your cool. You've had this man wrapped around your finger since the day you were born. How mad could he possibly get?

"Sorry, Uncle Bobby," I turned up my charm and played up my innocence, hoping he wouldn't be too hard on me.

"Demon blood, Lena?!" Uncle Bobby scolded me, "Demon blood?! I thought I raised you better."

"To be fair," I pointed out, "You never told me about any of this. You just gave me an aegerine crystal and told me to be careful."

"I thought the demon blood part would've been implied!" his tirade went on.

"She's moved on to angel grace, too," Chuck stuck his nose in where it didn't belong.

"And angel grace?" Uncle Bobby sat down, "Who? Was it just some random angel?"

"It was Castiel."

Dammit, Chuck. Learn to keep your mouth shut, "Lena..."

"Yeah?" I quivered a little, the collar of my shirt drenched in sweat. Things were getting worse. I needed another fix.

Uncle Bobby looked me over, "Are you feeling ok? You look like you're about to throw up."

"I could," I agreed, getting punched in the face with overwhelming dizziness and one bitch of a migraine.

"She's going through withdrawal now," Chuck filled him in, "I figured you'd be able to help with that, Bobby. And tearing her a new one, too."

"Can't you take care of her?" Uncle Bobby requested.

"I've been working on it," Chuck assured, "And she's getting there. But we have to wait for the blood to be completely out of her system before we can do anything."

"I need some painkillers," I begged, "Please?"

"What's hurting, pumpkin?" Uncle Bobby wrapped his arms around me.

"Everything," my body grew weaker, "Uncle Bobby...It burns..."

"I know, sweetheart," he held me closer, "I know. But you have to fight it. You can get through this. I'm sure you've been through worse."

"You had Lucifer in your head for a few months, Lena," Chuck reminded me, "If you could deal with that, you can do anything."

"Lucifer?" Uncle Bobby perked up, "Like...Lucifer, Lucifer?"

"I already banished him out," Chuck promised, "She's got enough on her plate. I wish there was something I could do to ease your suffering, Lena, but right now, you just have to wait it out."

"You'll be ok, baby," Uncle Bobby assured, "I wish I could tell you it'd be quick, but maybe it'll knock a little sense into you and you won't touch the stuff again."

"I won't," I winced, "Owie! Uncle Bobby, make it stop!"

"Sorry, Lena," he hugged me tighter, "I can't."

"Chuck?"

"I got nothing either," Chuck put his hands up. He got up from his chair and stuck his head out the door, "Hey, boys? Think you could help in here?"

"Is she getting withdrawals?" Sam was the first one to show up. I wouldn't be surprised if Dean didn't even bother.

"Yeah," he nodded, "She's not looking too good."

"Is she going to make it?" Dean? Wow...That must have been one hell of a scotch.

"Of course she is," Chuck giggled, "Sam did, didn't he?"

"That was a long time ago, though."

"And Sam..." my breathing became more labored and if I didn't know any better, I think I can see my grandma, "Wasn't...On Crowley's blood...Grandma...?"

"Lena," Uncle Bobby cradled me, "Both of your grandmas died before you were born. You never met either one of them."

"That's the light," Chuck reported, "Lena, stay away from Grandma."

"Is it Flo or Phyllis?" Uncle Bobby asked.

"I'm not sure," I babbled, "I'll...Ask her..."

"No!" Chuck took my hand, "Don't ask Grandma what her name is. She'll get angry at you for not remembering."

"You can do this, Lena," Sam assured, joining me at my bedside.

"Can you?" a familiar voice chimed in, "Can you really?"

"Luci..." I sighed out, feeling a strange sense of peace.

"Hey, princess. Miss me?"

"Yeah." My withdrawal started to hurt a little less.

"Luci?" Uncle Bobby gave me a look, "Uh, Chuck? Care to translate?"

"Who's Luci, Lena?" Chuck asked.

"You know, Lena," Lucifer told me, putting a hand to my cheek, "You don't look too good. Your bag's just upstairs. You still got just enough juice to get out of here. Warding be damned. You have a couple pouches of demon blood left. Why don't you go get it?"

Where there was a brief moment of peace, a sudden rush of fire pumped through my veins. The remainder of the blood did nothing but burn me on the inside. There it was. The major withdrawal pains struck like lightning. And all of a sudden, I had the first sense of clarity I've had in months. I pulled myself together and looked Lucifer dead in the eyes, "No."

"No?" Dean wondered, sharing the sentiment of everyone else in the room.

"What do you mean, no?" Chuck leaned in, studying me a little closer.

"No, Lucifer..." I put my foot down.

"Lucifer?" Sam squeaked.

"Hallucination," Chuck settled him, "It's the end of her withdrawal."

"Why not?" Lucifer pouted in the corner, "You don't need these guys. You don't need Dad. What happened to it being just the two of us."

"No," I growled, "I miss my life. I miss my brothers. Sam...Dean..."

"Yeah, Lena," Sam grabbed one hand.

"We're right here." And Dean took the other. I did the best I could to fight back the tears welling up in my eyes. And with the last amount of strength I could possibly muster, I could only get these few words out.

"I want to come home..."

A/N: Can I be honest? That last part made me damn near cry. The boys were good for her. And she was good for the boys. Now, next week, I'll probably be able to wrap it up with a neat little bow. But this week, I have another chapter to finish tonight, so I can spend Friday doing some heavy baking for my best friend's baby shower. Do the cake for her, Lumi. It'll be fun. Or it'll be hell. Either way. See you next chapter! xx