A/N: This chapter gave me so much trouble, partly due to the fact I had it done a while back, then, my computer crashed and erased the ENTIRE chapter. So I have been spending the past couple of days re-writing it. I apologize in advance, since this version isn't as good as the first one. But, on a lighter note (if you would call it that), I finally decided how I want to end this story, including, Sam and Nad's relationship. I am so excited! Can't wait for you all to read it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural


The door to the motel swung open as Dean, Sam, and Natalie, who had been soaked from the pouring rain, dashed in. Dean, with a huge grin on his face, gazed around the lobby, while laughing to himself.

Natalie glared over at him and hit his arm, causing him to yelp in surprise, but it didn't stop him from laughing. "Dean. That wasn't funny."

"I thought it was the best thing in the world." Dean said, eyeing Natalie's soaked jeans, which was the result of her tripping on their way into the hotel. Of course, Dean did nothing, except, for indulging himself in his own laughter.

Natalie sarcastically mimicked Dean's laugh, before dropping the expression and threw a hit at his stomach. Dean hunched over slightly, groaning at the hit, then nudged Natalie in the arm, which she returned with another hit to his arm.

Sam rolled his eyes and smirked. "You two are acting like kids again."

Dean shrugged off Sam's comment, enjoying this light moment. After all that had happened, Dean needed something to lift him up. "Well, this is a nice place for once. Don't you two think." Dean said finally, walking up towards the main desk.

Natalie's eyes skimmed the lobby, her arms folding over his chest. "It seems a little to nice." She murmured to herself.

"Any port in a storm." The desk attendant spoke up, once they had reached him. "If you could just fill this out, please." He said, sliding a piece of paper towards Dean.

Dean picked up the pen and began to write down the information needed. The desk clerk eyed Dean curiously. "Sir, I think you have a shaving knick there." He picked up a tissue and handed it to Dean, who took it hesitantly.

Dean pressed the tissue to the side of his neck and pulled away, his eyes widened slightly at the blood stain. "Thanks." He pressed the tissue back on his neck.

"Your key." The clerk handed the key over to Dean, offering him a cheerful smile, which, Natalie silently thought was kind of creepy.

Dean nodded, taking the key from him. "Thank you. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a coffee shop, would you?"

"Buffet. All you can eat." He stated, pointing towards the dinning hall. "Best pie in the tri-state area."

Dean nodded in approval. "You don't say?" He turned around to Sam and Natalie. "Hope you two built up an appetite."

"You two can go get settled in the dinning hall. I'm gonna go change out of my wet jeans." Natalie walked past Dean, pushing him to the side at the sound of him quietly laughing.


Dean sat at the table, setting two plates down and then pulled out his phone going through a few messages.

"We should just hit the road, Dean." Sam said, taking Dean's attention away from his phone, only to get a questioning look from him.

"In this storm? Seriously? It's like—'

"Exactly. It's biblical. It's like Noah's ark out there, and we're in here...eating pie." Sam eyed Dean as he took a bite out of his food.

Dean finished chewing what was in his mouth and swallowed, leaning forward. "How many hours of sleep did you get this week? Three? Four? Bobby's got his feelers out, okay? We have talked with every hoodoo man and root woman in 12 states."

"Yeah, well, I'm not giving up."

"Nobody is giving up. Not me. Or Bobby. Not even Nad. We're gonna find a way to beat the devil, okay? Soon. We'll find Cas, we'll find Adam. But you are no good to me burnt out."

Sam nodded, leaning back against his chair. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

Natalie walked over to the table, pulled out the chair and sat down with a sigh, dropping her bag on the floor. "Wet jeans. Not the greatest thing in the world."

Dean nodded while pushing a plate towards her. "Eat."

Natalie stared at the piece of pie and cringed. "Um. Not really hungry." Natalie said, pushing the plate away.

Dean casted her a look. "Why not?"

Natalie shrugged, not giving an explanation.

Dean pursed his lips and pushed the plate back towards her. "Eat, Nad. Come on. Just for once, we might get a night off. Let's enjoy it."

Natalie sighed and picked up her fork and began to eat the pie that Dean had gotten for her. Dean went back to eating when he looked up in time to see Sam staring at Natalie. His brows furrowed slightly at the look on his brother's face, but his expression soon lightened and he smirked.

Judging by Sam's expression, Dean knew pretty much what was going through his mind. The way he was looking at Natalie, was the only proof Dean needed to come to his final conclusion.

It seemed like the advice that Dean gave Sam back at the hospital after Natalie was shot, was put to good use. Maybe Sam actually took my advice.

Sam could feel a pair of eyes on him and his gaze slowly averted over to Dean, who had a smirk written on his face. Sam cleared his throat and sat up in his chair, trying to get Dean off of his trail, but it was no use. Dean knows.


Their dinning session ended quicker than Dean had wanted it to, but, the three of them thought they would try and get some rest. Dean slowed his pace, allowing Natalie to walk in front of them, as he matched his pace with Sam, giving him a nudge.

Sam looked over at Dean, confused at the small smirk on his face. "What's up with you?"

"So, uh, you and Nad." Dean began. Sam sighed heavily and shook his head, annoyed with the fact that Dean was going at this again. "There something you want to tell me Sam?"

Sam remained silent and, instead, gave his brother a shrug. "Nope."

Dean's brows raised in a fake surprise. "Really? You sure?" Dean spotted Sam's small side glance and Dean knew that he had Sam right where he wanted him. "I saw your little moment back there. It's not that hard to see Sam."

"Why are you bringing this up Dean?" Sam asked, his tone hinting to defeat. He wasn't going to try and fight Dean, because, the fact was that he had been right all along.

Dean looked at Natalie, making sure she was still a little bit away from them, before continuing. "I'm bringing this up, because I know what I see Sam, and what I am seeing is that you..." Dean pointed towards Natalie. "...you like Nad. And I mean really like her. Am I right?"

Sam kept his eyes forward, not giving Dean the satisfaction of one glance, and remained silent. But, for Dean that was the answer he was looking for.

Dean gave Sam a satisfied smile and nodded. "I am right."

Sam rolled his eyes and shrugged. "What do you want? A damn medal, or something?"

Dean shook his head. "Nah. So did you tell her?"

"No."

Dean looked over at Sam, this time genuinely surprised at his answer. "Why the hell not?"

Sam scoffed. "Well, now is really not the time to tell that to someone."

"What are you talking about?" Dean stopped and grabbed onto Sam's arm, making him stop as well. "I think, maybe, now is probably the best time to tell her. Reckon, I think you should have told her a little bit earlier."

Sam huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, well, I wasn't actually sure about this whole thing during that time. I don't even know why I am talking about this with you. If I feel like it's time to tell her, I will. Just...don't worry about it."

"Sam, come on."

"Dean! Just stop. Okay."

Natalie had stopped walking, feeling like Sam and Dean were lagging behind. She turned around and saw them talking with each other, and it looked like something a little serious, judging by the expressions on their faces.

Natalie listened intently, trying to make out anything that they were saying.

"Dean, drop it. This has nothing to do with you."

She tilted her head to the side and cleared her throat, stopping both of them from continuing their conversation. "What are you guys talking about? Because, it seems important."

Dean and Sam stared at Natalie, making her gaze at them confusingly. Dean hit Sam against his arm, signaling for him to tell her, but Sam replied with another hit, rejecting Dean's notion. Both brothers looked over at each other, ensuing in a silent stare down.

Dean finally broke his gaze and walked over to Natalie. "It's nothing, just, uh, little brother-to-brother conversation." Dean casted a look back at Sam, before continuing on towards their room.

Natalie looked at Dean then over to Sam. "You sure everything is alright? I mean, is there something that I should know?"

Sam took in a breath and nodded. "Yeah. Everything is fine. It's just Dean being Dean." Natalie continued to stare at Sam, seeing him slowly growing a little uncomfortable. Natalie sighed and nodded, before turning around and followed Dean over to their room.

Dean opened the door to their room and walked in with Sam and Natalie behind him.

"Wow. Look at this. We're like Rockefellers." Dean marveled as he picked up the chocolate that was sitting on his pillow. "You two want yours."

Both Natalie and Sam shook their heads. "Knock yourself out." Sam said.

Natalie gazed around the room, her eyes narrowing slightly, as she leaned over to Sam. "Don't you think this is a little...wierd."

"Hey, look. Casa Erotica 13, on demand." Dean held up the small advertisement, a smile plastered on his face.

"Yeah. I think it is." Sam answered Natalie.

Dean saw the look on their faces and stared at them. "What?"

"This place is pretty much out in the middle of nowhere." Sam began.

Dean shrugged lightly. "Yeah. So?"

Natalie gave Dean a look. "So...why is there a four star hotel, doing all the way out here...where, really, no one will find it."

Their conversation was soon interrupted by the sound of a couple in the room next to, making a little to much noise. Natalie looked over towards the wall where the noises were coming from, her brows furrowed in awkwardness.

The noises continued, causing Natalie to rub the back of her neck, while Dean smirked. "They sound like they are having fun."

A loud thud resonates against the wall, causing it to be smashed in from the other side almost pushing the TV off of the wall.

Natalie looked over at the wall, surprised. "I think that's a little too much fun."

They dropped their bags on the ground, before running out of the room and to the room next to them. Dean opens the door, and much to their surprise, the room was completely empty.

"Hello?" Dean called out as they made their way into the room.

Natalie walked in and made her way over towards the bed, which was now a mess from the occupants little endeavour. Near the foot of the bed, Natalie spotted something and bent down, picking it up, to find that it was an engagement ring.

Natalie turned back towards the boys, her arms raised up. "Where the hell are they?"


"Hey, uh, the room next to ours—the couple that are, uh, joined at the lips—have you seen them?" Dean asked, once he reached the front desk with Sam and Natalie right behind him.

"Mrs. And Mr. Logan—the honeymooners?" He checked through the computer quickly. "They checked out. Is something the matter?"

"They checked out?" Sam asked.

"Mhm. Just now, actually."

"Really? It sort of seemed like they were, uh...in the middle of something." Sam added.

"You sure about that?" Natalie questioned, stepping up to the desk and placing the engagement ring on the counter. "I don't think that they would check out without this."

"Oh, dear." The desk attendant picked up the ring. "I'll just put that right in the lost and found. Don't you worry. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Uh, no. We're good." Dean replied.

"Super-fantastic."

The three of them stepped away from the counter and walked off. "That was kind of creepy." Natalie said.

"Alright, well, Nad, you and I will scope out the joint, and Sam keep an eye on Norman Bates over there. I mean, one night off. Is that too much to ask?" Dean turned around and walked off towards the main hallway.

Natalie looked over at Sam, before following Dean down the hallway. She spots Dean taking a right, down one of the sub-hallways and she takes one at the left, thinking it would be best to split up.

The hallway was barely lit by the small lights that hung from the ceiling, but it created a dim light that emanated the hallway with a eerie vibe. Natalie continued on down the hallway, her footsteps slow and quiet.

As she passed an open door, out of the corner of her eye, she spots movement in the room and as she turned her head, she finds a couple making out. Natalie quickly looked away and reached for the door handle, quietly closing it shut. "Really need to learn how to close doors." Natalie quietly remarked.

She gathered herself together and continued her walk down the hallway, her eyes searching every door, checking to see if any were open and tried opening closed ones.

The floor creaked behind her, causing her to freeze mid-step. Her head turned to the side, when she felt a small sting on the side of her neck. Her hand slowly reached up and wiped against a small cut. Pulling her hand away, Natalie saw her finger covered in blood. Her brows furrowed in confusion and she turned around fully, hoping to find someone there, but there wasn't.


Natalie makes her way back towards the lobby, spotting Sam and Dean talking near the front doors. "Hey. You guys find anything?"

"Well, I saw an elephant." Dean replied.

Natalie eyed Dean, thinking he was being sarcastic, but the look on his face told her otherwise. "An elephant? Like, a real elephant."

"Yeah. Like, full-on Babar."

Dean looked at Natalie curiously, spotting the cut on her neck. "Hey. How did you get that?"

Natalie's finger brushed against the cut. "I don't know. I was checking out one of the hallways and I just...got it."

"Where is everybody?" Sam interrupted. Dean and Natalie looked around the lobby, finding that it was completely empty. Sam turns towards the lobby doors and tries to open them, but they wouldn't budge.

Dean sighed. "Let me guess—it's locked. Great. So, what, the roaches check in, they don't check out?"

"Think about how we got here." Sam said, turning back towards them. "The detour on I-90? The damn hurricane?"

"You saying we were led here?" Dean questioned.

"Like rats in a maze."

Natalie closed her eyes and sighed heavily. "You know, I was getting used to the idea of having one night off."


They had decided to scout out the rest of the place and found themselves in the hotel's kitchen. The kitchen was even empty. They walked over to a huge pot that was boiling away on the stove, and as they looked in, they saw a dark reddish liquid bubbling.

"Please be tomato soup. Please be tomato soup." Dean grabs the ladle and lifts it up, only to reveal eyeballs. Natalie cringed in disgust as Dean quickly drops the ladle and the three of them backed away from the pot. "Motel hell." Dean commented.

Sam walked over to one end of the kitchen, spotting the freezer door, though it was locked. He approached the door and peered in through the window, finding the rest of the guests inside. "Hey!" Sam called out, as he took out his picking tool kit.

Natalie and Dean quickly made their way over, seeing the people through the freezer window. "Come on, hurry up, Sam!" Dean called out.

Sam casted Dean a look, trying to get the pick to word. "I'm trying to go as fast as I can."

Natalie felt a pair of arms wrap around her and pull her back, causing her to yelp in surprise. She pressed her feet against the ground and pushed back, ramming her attacker into what she thought was one of the multiple fridges. She looked over at Sam and Dean, seeing them dealing with their own assailants.

She heard him only groan at the impact, his hold on her tightened as he lifted her up in his arms. Natalie continued to struggle, pressing her feet against the kitchen counter to try and push him into something else. Her attacker yanked her to the side, making her feet scrape across the counter.

Natalie looked in front of her spotting a man approaching her and she quickly kicked her leg up, hitting the man in his face. He stumbled back, his hands pressed against his face. He recovered quickly and approached her with nothing but annoyance and frustration, and threw his fist towards her face, making a sickening sound on impact. Her vision blurred and her head began to throb painfully at the hit. Natalie felt herself being picked up and thrown over someone's shoulder, feeling herself going in and out of her daze.


Natalie felt herself slowly coming out of her daze at the sound of voices chattering. Her head slowly raised up and her eyes opened, her vision was still blurry, but she could make out several figures sitting at a table.

Her head pounded vigorously as she turned to look at her side, seeing Sam and Dean sitting in chairs next to her. Dean looked over at Natalie and reached over, grabbing onto her arm. "Hey, Nad. You okay?"

Natalie raised a hand to the side of her forehead and groaned. "My head hurts. But, yeah, I'm fine." She looked back towards the table, spotting two people arguing, though one was speaking in a foreign language. "What the hell is going on?"

"Gods." Dean answered.

Natalie continued staring at the scene confusingly, wondering why a group of gods would be here, in this hotel. She felt a tap on her arm and she looked over at Dean, seeing him motioning her to follow him and Sam.

She braced her hands on the arms of the chair and pushed herself up, struggling to get through the dizziness that suddenly hit her. Sam took a hold of her arm, steadying her, as they began to try and make their way out of the room, when a chandelier suddenly falls in front of them, making them stop in their tracks.

"Stay." A woman's voice called out. "We have to fight. The archangels, the only thing they understand is violence. This ends in blood. There is no other way, it's them, or us."

"With all due respect ma'am, we haven't even tried talking to them."

Natalie gripped onto Sam's arms, steadying herself, and turned around, seeing the front desk attendant beginning to choke up blood.

"Kali!" Another man called out to the woman, who was the one responsible.

"Who asked you?" Kali added, once he had stopped choking.

The doors to the room were thrown open, allowing Gabriel to walk in. "Can't we call just get along!"

Sam, Dean and Natalie all look at him and went to say his name, but they began to choke on the word. "Sam, Dean...and your lovely little lady, though she doesn't look to good."

"Loki."

Gabriel looked past the three hunters and flashed a cheeky smile. "Baldur. Good seeing you too. I guess my invitation got lost in the mail."

"Why are you here?" Baldur asked.

"To talk about the elephant in the room. Not you." Gabriel pointed towards one of the men who had stood from the table. "The Apocalypse. We can't stop it, gang. But first things first." Gabriel turns to Sam, Dean and Natalie. "The adults need to have a little conversation. Check you later." Gabriel snaps his fingers, sending them back to their room.

"Okay. Did that just...holy crap!" Dean finally said.

Sam huffed. "Yeah, tell me about it."

Natalie hummed as she began to walk towards the bathroom. "Gods...angels and demons. Losing my patience with them." Natalie turned on the sink faucet and splashed the water in her face, allowing the blood from her nose to wash away.

"Tell me about it." Sam replied. "What is our next move?"

"I...I don't know. Grab those poor saps out of the freezer, I guess? Bust them out? Gank a few freaks along the way if we're lucky."

"And when are you ever lucky?" Gabriel asked.

"Well you know what, bite me, Gabriel." Dean retorted.

"Maybe later, big boy."

"I should've known. I mean this had your stink all over it from the jump." Dean added.

"You think I'm behind this? Please. I'm the Costner to your Houston. I'm here to save your ass."

Natalie walked out of the bathroom, wiping her face with a towel. "Great. That means you can zap us out of here."

"Would if I could missy? But, Kali's got you by the short and curlies. It's a blood spell. You three are on a leash."

"What does that mean?" Dean asked.

"It means it's time for a bit of the old black magic." Gabriel takes out breath spray and spritzes it into his mouth.

"Okay, whatever. We're gonna take the hors d'oeuvres in the freezer with us." Dean said.

"Forget it. It's gonna be hard enough sneaking you mooks out of here."

"They called you Loki. Which means they don't really know who you are?"

"Told you. I'm in witness protection."

"Okay. Well, then how about you do what we say, or we tell the, uh, legion of doom about your secret identity. They don't seem like a real pro-angel kinda crowd." Dean threatened.

"I'll take your voices away."

"We'll write it down."

"I'll cut off your hands."

"Well, then, people are gonna be asking, "Why are you guys running around with no hands?"

Gabriel sighed. "Fine."


Sam, Dean and Natalie enter the lounge, trying to make their way back towards the kitchen. The sound of a man screaming alerted them and Sam grabbed Dean and Natalie by the arm, pulling them towards the wall to get out of sight.

They looked over towards the main desk as two men drag one of the freezer occupants over and forced him down on it. Dean went to go over and help him, when Sam pushed him back. "It's to late, Dean."

Natalie leaned forward enough for her to see what exactly they were doing to him. Her eyes slowly widened as one of the men raised a knife and chopped the man's neck. Natalie leaned back against the wall, her eyes closed, trying to rid of what she had just seen.

Dean kept his sight on the two men, watching as they picked up the body and walked out of the lobby. He waited a few more seconds, then motioned for Natalie and Sam to follow.

They made for a quick dash back towards the kitchen and Sam, immediately, made his way over to the freezer, and took out his picking tools to get the door open.

Dean and Natalie could feel someone gripping the back of their jackets and threw them towards the back of the kitchen. Natalie collided with one of the kitchen shelves, her body then slumped to the ground. She braced her hands on the ground and pushed herself up, seeing Sam being choked by someone.

Natalie looked over at Dean, spotting the wooden stake sitting next to him on the ground. She stumbled to her feet, picked up the stake, and ran up behind the man, embedding the stake in his back.

Natalie stepped back, allowing the body to slump to the floor, and looked up at Sam. "You okay?"

Sam took in a few deep breaths, his hand rubbing his neck. "Yeah. I'm fine."

Dean had managed to pull himself together and stood back on his feet, making his way over to them. "What the hell is Gabriel doing?"

The doors that led to the kitchen were pushed open and three men walked in. Natalie looked over at them and sighed heavily. "Can this not happen for once?"


Sam, Dean and Natalie were taken back to the ballroom where Gabriel was now being held by Kali, and sat down in the chairs.

"How long have you known?" Gabriel asked Kali.

"Long enough. Surprise, surprise. The Trickster has tricked us."

"Kali, don't."

Kali sat down on Gabriel's lap, her finger traced from his cheek down to his neck. "You're mine now. And you have something I want." Kali reaches into his jacket and pulls out his sword. "An Archangel's blade. From the Archangel, Gabriel."

"Okay! So I got wings, like Kotex. But that doesn't make me any less right about Lucifer."

"He's lying. He's a spy."

"I'm not spy. I'm a runaway. I'm trying to save you. I know my brother, Kali. He should scare the living crap out of you. You can't beat him. I've skipped ahead, see how this story ends—'

"Your story." Kali interrupted. "Not ours. Westerners, I swear. The sheer arrogance. You think you're the only ones on earth? You pillage and you butcher in your God's name. But you're not the only religion, and he's not the only God. And now you think you can just rip the planet apart? You're wrong. If anyone gets to end this world, it's me. I'm sorry." Kali raises the sword and stabs it into Gabriel's chest, his body erupting in a bright light.

Natalie's mouth fell agape and her eyes widened as she stared at Kali. "You all are completely...insane."

Kali casted Natalie a look, not taking her words into consideration. "If they can die, then we can kill Lucifer."

"Alright, you primitive screwheads, listen up." Dean spoke up as he stood from his seat.

"Are you out of your mind?" Sam asked.

"I'm out of options." Dean turned his attention fully to the others in the room. "Now on any other given day, I'd be doing my damndest to kill you. You filthy murdering chimps. But, uh, hey, desperate times."

Natalie looked over at Sam, both of them expressing their disbelief at Dean in this moment.

"So even though I'd love nothing better than to slit your throats, you dicks, I'm gonna help you. I'm going to help you ice the devil. And then we can all get back to ganking each other, like normal. You want Lucifer, well, dude's not in the Yellow Pages. But me and Sam, we can get him here."

Kali's eyes narrowed at Dean. "How?"

"First, you let those main courses go. Then we talk. We can either take on the devil, together, or you lame-ass bitches can eat me. Literally."

Kali took Dean's words into consideration, debating with herself if she should take his words for it. "Fine. Let them go."

Dean moved over towards Sam and Natalie and leaned over to them. "I'm gonna make sure those people actually get out. You two...keep yourselves out of trouble and stay here."

Natalie looked up at Dean and scoffed. "Yeah, alright, that should be no problem."

Dean gave them both a pat on the shoulder before turning around and walked towards the ballroom doors. "I'm going to make sure they all get out. Not gonna take just your word." Dean said to Kali, before leaving.

Kali stood in silence, gazing back over at Sam and Natalie, her eyes hardening into almost a glare. Natalie pursed her lips, trying to ignore her stare and leaned over to Sam. "Not liking the look she is giving us right now."

"Yeah. I know." Sam answered back, before standing up from his chair, prompting Natalie to do the same.

"So, you're going to summon Lucifer then." Kali asked, approaching both of them.

"Uh, sort of. I just need you to squeegee some stuff from my ribs and he'll...come running." Sam answered.

Kali nodded her head and hummed to herself. "Breaking them would be a whole lot easier."

Natalie narrowed her eyes at Kali. "You know for someone who just talked about how the 'westerners' liked to do nothing but kill...and yet here you are being, probably, the most violent one of them all."

"You have quite the nerve to talk to me like that." Kali answered quickly, her tone hinting to her frustration. "Someone who could end you, if they wanted to."

"Lady, in all honesty, I have dealt with my fair share of angels and demons. And now, Gods, are just one more thing I am adding to my list of 'things that annoy me the most'."

Sam stepped in front of Natalie, his eyes staring down at her. "Nad. I don't think that was the best thing to say."

"What?!" Natalie whispered. "They are annoying, okay?"

"That doesn't mean you have to go on and say it out loud."

Natalie sighed and raised her hands in acceptance. "Sorry. Just got a little out of hand."

"Show's over." Dean called out, walking back into the ballroom. "The sword was a face. Gabriel, he's still kicking. I hate to break it to you, sister, but you've been tricked."

The lights in the ballroom soon began to flicker. "What's going on?" Natalie looked up at the lights when the sound of some sort of commotion out in the hallway, caught her attention.

"It's him." Sam said.

"How?" Kali asked.

Dean quickly made his way over to Natalie and Sam. "It doesn't matter. Just get us out of here, would you?"

"We can't." Baldur finally admitted.

Natalie casted Baldur and Kali a glare. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Of course they aren't." Lucifer said, walking into the ballroom. "You two didn't say 'mother, may I?' Sam, Dean, good to see you again...and you're little friend."

Dean slowly begins to back Sam and Natalie away as Baldur approaches Lucifer. "This is not going to end well." Natalie quietly stated. Lucifer suddenly stabs through Baldur with his hand and Natalie could feel her blood run cold.

"Yeah, guess you were right, Nad." Dean responded.

As Kali's arms became engulfed with flames, Dean, Sam and Natalie turned around and ran towards an overturned table and took cover behind it, just as flames flew over their heads.

"You okay?" Sam asked, directing it to both Dean and Natalie.

"Not really." Gabriel replied, appearing next to Dean. "Better late than never, huh?" Gabriel asked, holding onto his sword, then hands Dean a DVD case. "Guard this, with your life." Gabriel stood up from behind the table and walked towards Lucifer.

Natalie looked over at the DVD in Dean's hand and her brows furrowed in confusion. "Casa Erotica? Really?"

"Hey, guys!" The three of them slowly stood up at the sound of Gabriel's call and walked out from behind the table. "Get her out of here." Gabriel guided Kali over to them.

Dean grabbed onto Kali's arm and walked her out of the ballroom, with Sam and Natalie behind him.

They made their way back into the lobby and pushed open the doors, then made their way over to the Impala. "I am not getting in that thing." Kali began to protest.

"Oh, just get in the car, princess." Dean responded. Natalie walked over to the other back door and hummed to herself. Great. Have to share a ride with this God.


Sam pressed play on his laptop that was sitting on the roof of the Impala. The three of them watched as the credits soon came on and a woman's voice came through.

"This is what Gabriel wanted you to guard with your life?" Sam questioned.

Dean shrugged. "Maybe he's a fan. It is a good one."

The door to the hotel room opens and Gabriel appears, holding a tray and wearing a mustache. Natalie cringed slightly and tilted her head to the side. "Oh, yeah. The last thing he wanted us to see was him in a porno. Great."

The three of them watch in an uncomfortable silence as Gabriel and the woman begin to kiss. "What the hell is going on?" Sam asked.

Gabriel pauses and turns to the camera, taking off his mustache. "Sam, Dean and Miss Natalie. You're probably wondering what the hell is going on."

Natalie casts a side glance over at Sam, before looking back at the screen.

"Well, if you're watching this, I'm dead. Oh please! Stop sobbing, it's embarrassing for all of us. Without me, you've got zero shot at killing Lucifer, sorry! But you can trap him."

At this, Sam, Dean and Natalie gazed at the screen curiously, listening intently. "The cage you sprung Lucifer from? It's still down there. And maybe, just maybe, you can shove his ass back in. Not that it'll be easy. You gotta get the cage open, trick my bro back into it. And uh, oh yeah, avid Michael and the God Squad. But hey, details, right? And here's the big secret, Lucifer himself doesn't even know—the key to the cage? It's out there. Actually it's keys, plural. Four keys, well, four rings. From the Horsemen. You get them all, you got the cage. Can't say I'm betting on you three. But, hey! I've been wrong before. And Dean, you were right. I was afraid to stand up to my brother, not anymore." Gabriel stands up from the bed. "So this is me, standing up. And this is me, lying down."

They stare at the screen as Gabriel takes the woman and lies her down on the bed. "Oh, oh! Oh man!" Sam shuts the computer.

Natalie cleared her throat, thankful that they didn't have to watch that anymore. "The Horseman's rings, huh? Who would have thought?"

"Well, we got War's. We nicked Famine's. All we need is Pestilence and Death."

Sam huffed out a laugh. "Oh, is that all?"

"It's the only plan we have right now." Dean added.

Natalie sighed and opened the car door. "Well, we might as well get going. We have two horsemen we need to find."


I know this was a long chapter. When I first wrote it, I had set it up to be split into two parts, but when my computer erased it, I just decided to post it as one long chapter. Again, sorry it's not the best. Most likely I'm going to re-edit this chapter sometime in the future. Until next time! Xx