By the time morning had come, I was exhausted. Elly was finally asleep though, clutching tightly to me. I had just given up and made her sleep. It was better for her than being sick and in pain.

Elly had been crying most of the night, shaking, shivering, throwing up. She must have had so much going through her system. So much to crash down from. And eventually I couldn't watch her suffer anymore. It wasn't fair to her.

There was a knock at the door and I carefully pulled myself from her grip, going to it. I opened it and was met with silver eyes.

"Hi," I said softly.

"Hi," he replied back, staring at the ground. "Um... How is she? I'm guessing it was a hard night."

"Just barely fell asleep. I think maybe we should wait another day. Let her and the kid get some rest. I'm sure she's pretty messed up too."

"She's still sleeping. I didn't want to wake her."

"Arthur, about last night, she's really sorry. She spent almost the whole night crying over it."

"It's behind us now. Let's just forget and move on." He gave a deep exhale. "I was thinking we should go back and check out the school and see if we might have missed any. I figured we'd be staying another day."

I bit my lip and glanced behind me and to where Elly was still curled up. "I-I don't think we should leave her alone."

"I could take the kid then," he suggested with a shrug. "Sure she'd be up for it."

"Don't push her." I sighed, a hand to my head. "I'm worried about her. Our whole deal thing has me on edge."

"Well, she'll be fine. She's got another ten years and when we send her back, she'll be safe."

"I don't know. Never mind." I glanced back again, running through everything that had happened last night. "Arthur, they did really horrible things to her."

"They gave her drugs," he agreed with a nod.

"Not just that," I whispered, lowering my voice even further so he had to lean in. "She has bite marks everywhere, scratches down her back, and these bruises on her hips..." I trailed off for a moment. "I was looking through her memories and she wouldn't let me see what happened."

"They-they..?" He tried to look into the room. "If I would have known, I wouldn't have shoved her over..."

"And I've been trying to get a hold of Lucifer all night, but he must have his phone off. He's not answering."

"I don't think he'll be answering any time soon," Ketch muttered. "You mind if I come in? It's a bit nippy." I moved out of the way and let him into the room, closing the door behind him. He stepped closer to Elly and looked over her. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I think we just need to let her sleep," I answered softly, taking his hand. "But I could use your help with something."

"What's that?"

I pulled him passed the bed and towards the bathroom. "Want to shower with me?"

He just smiled and shook his head as I pulled him into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. "I thought you said we should let her sleep."

"I can be quiet. Can you?" I shoved him up against the bathroom door, kissing him. It felt like lifetimes since I had.

I pushed at the hem of his t-shirt and gave a complaining groan when I had to break the kiss to pull it off of him. "I miss your suits," I grumbled, throwing his shirt aside.

"Why is that love?" he asked with a smirk, dragging me back against him to kiss me again.

"I have to stop touching you to undress you," I replied back against his lips as my hands went to work on his pants. He gasped against my lips as my fingers teased at him as I unzipped his jeans. "If you can't be quiet, we'll have to stop."

At those words, he grabbed at my shoulders and slammed me up against the door. "We'll stop when I'm done with you," he hissed against my ear before he bit at the back of my jaw unforgivingly. My heart fluttered and I bit my lip to keep silent as a shiver ran through me. It didn't help much as a whimper left my lips.

He chuckled and pulled away from me. I wanted to argue, but he gave me another small kiss before going to turn on the water for the shower.

I pulled my shirt over my head and he turned back with a disapproving look. "Love," he sighed, causing me to stop. "You know I like to watch you when I can't do it myself."

I rolled my eyes. It was always a fight for power with him. But I enjoyed it. It was fun to make him weak, but I knew it had to go both ways. He loved to control just as much as I did.

He leaned against the wall, arms over his bare chest, watching me intently, waiting for me to continue.

A light blush came to my cheeks as I tossed my shirt at him. He caught it and smiled. "Play along love," he instructed. "You know what I'll do to you if you don't."

I bit my tongue, unable to stop my smile. He was impossible. But two could play this game. He'd trapped himself in a corner.

I unlatched my bra and teasingly slipped my bra straps from my shoulders and trailed my fingers over my collar as the fabric slowly fell to the ground.

His eyes wandered over me and I smirked at the lust that was clouding them. He was too easy to read. Too easy to control.

I finished undressing and stepped into the shower, the water warm against my skin. He pushed himself off of the wall, but I shook my head, closing the glass door before he could get in.

"Finish undressing and then sit and watch like a good boy," I ordered with a smile. He gave a displeased look, but did as I said. He pulled off the rest of his clothes and sat himself against the counter. "If I catch you looking away, you'll be punished."

He wanted to watch, then he could watch.

I would make him wait though. Make him want it. Make him work for it. Beg for it.

And the best way I could think to do that was to just shower. I took my time washing my hair, glancing out at him every once in a while to make sure his eyes were still on me.

He was very good at obeying when it benefited him.

And he was being good. I could reward him.

I ran my hands over my body, watching as his eyes followed where my hands played. A shiver ran through me at the hunger in that silver. I bit my lip as I watched him adjust himself as I rubbed against myself. God, that desire in his stance made me weak and moan. Maybe I couldn't tease him as long as I had wanted to. Maybe I just needed him now.

But I could last a little longer if it meant making this ache I felt for him worse. I could play a little longer. I ran my hands up my sides as slow as I could, dragging a shiver out of me. I cupped my breasts with my hands and bounced them a little, watching the water fall off if them. I bit my lip again as I squeezed and played with them, keeping another moan inside. My eyes shifted to Ketch again as he once again adjusted. I smiled and teased my nipples, watching his eyes watching me.

I turned away from him. He'd seen enough of my front. I stepped back towards the glass door and ran my hands down from the sides of my breasts to my ankles, slowly bending over until I felt my ass press against the glass. Then I slowly trailed my hands back up until I was standing tall again.

This was dangerously fun. This was fun to tease him. It was fun to have control in this one moment.

I turned to face him again, a hand trailing down my chest and stomach while the other grabbed a breast again. Both hands teased and played with me. I pushed myself up against the back wall, closing my eyes as I continued to please myself and make this ache grow.

He cleared his throat and I smiled, taking my hands off of me and pressing into the fogged glass, the glass cold against my breasts. "Arthur?" I asked softly, calling his eyes back to my face. "I need you."

"I'm allowed to move now, am I?" he asked, his voice low and gravely.

I closed my eyes with a shiver and nodded, licking my lips. "Yes."

I moved back away from the glass and he made his way into the shower. He looked over me for a moment, as if deciding what to do to me and he quickly pushed me up against the wall of the shower. The stone was icy against my back and I gasped, arching into him. He took the opportunity to bite at my neck, making my legs go weak under me.

His hands played at my breasts and I couldn't help but moan lightly at the feeling of finally being touched by him. He pushed my back flat against the wall and I shivered as his lips stole my breath from me and if I was human I was sure my lungs would be burning and I would be gasping for air.

I had sold my soul to a three piece suit and I would never regret it.

His hands wandered down to my hips and pulled me closer to him so my hips could grind against him. A sweetness filled my head and I felt my knees give way. He easily picked me up, allowing my legs to wrap around him as he shoved me back against the wall to help hold some of my weight.

"Ar-Arthur," I whispered as he kissed down my chest. "Stop teasing me. Please."

He just laughed, his fingers running teasingly over my entrance and making me clutch tightly to him. He was going to teach me a lesson now. I knew it. His soft kisses mixed with the heat of the water as he drowned me in mind numbing teases with his fingers.

"Arthur," I moaned, my fingers tangling into his hair as it was the only thing I could get a hold of as he finally gave into my ache and slipped a finger or two into me. A familiar heat was pooling in my stomach, hot and tense. "Fuck, Arthur."

"You're supposed to be quiet," he taunted, biting at my collar.

My eyes slid closed and I could barely breathe through the steam. "How-How am I supposed to stay quiet when you- Arthur." I shuddered, hiding my face into his neck. "Stop."

"We'll stop when I'm done with you," he repeated.

I shook my head unable to hold back the sounds that wanted to rip through me. I could feel the heat finally reaching its peak and the only way I could stay quiet was to bite down on his shoulder. My mind was blank and my body felt immediately weak. My nails dug into his back.

He didn't let me relax long before he replaced his fingers with every last inch of him. I bit down harder with a cry. This wasn't fair. Not fair at all. He shouldn't be able to make me this weak. He wasn't allowed to make me feel like this.

"You don't get to tease me without punishment, love," he whispered to me, making me shake and shiver as his hips moved up and into me.

"Arthur." It was the only word I could make myself say. It was the only clear thought I had.

I leaned back, my head resting against the wall, searching out something cold for my flushed and sensitive skin. My legs were trembling as I tried to keep a hold on him. He didn't seem to have a problem holding my weight though. And that was probably for the best. I wasn't sure if my legs would hold me up anymore.

And it wasn't long before I was right at the edge again. This time with him.

And when the bliss finally hit us, there was so much pleasure, the only thing I could do as feel my body react. Shaking through a wave of hot and calm, all strength and energy being sucked from my toes and fingertips. It was confusing and consuming and if I had been on my feet, I would have collapsed.

My vision was a blur and I was light headed. And Arthur must have taken care of me, because the next thing that was clear was being dressed and laying beside him in bed, those silver eyes still looking hungrily over me, before his lips took my lips again, his tongue darting out to taste me.

He needed to make my head stop spinning. I would never think clearly again. Fucking hell. His hands needed to pick a place to stay. They couldn't keep touching and teasing and working me up again. I was going to be a panting mess. He needed to stop. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

A knock at the door broke Arthur away from me and I couldn't stop myself from whimpering at the lack of contact. It made me realize that I liked the fuzziness of my brain.

"Hey kid. Come in," he said.

I sat up and watched as Ali entered the room, glancing around. "Do you have any food?"

I cleared my throat. "There's some pizza in the fridge."

How on earth was I thinking clearly after all of that?

She raced for the fridge and immediately turned back with a mouthful of pizza. "Is my mom ok?" she asked in a muffled voice.

"She was up all night," I replied, getting from the other bed and coming over to stand by the kid. I rubbed at her head, messing up her blonde hair. "Don't worry kid. We're just gonna let her rest today and we'll head home tomorrow."

"You and I can go out today if you would like," Ketch offered kindly. "Just a standard clean up."

"So, there might be more?' Ali asked excitedly. "Fuck yes, I want to go. Yesterday was so cool."

"Cool?" I asked with a smile. "So you like hunting then?"

"Yes," she replied with her own bright smile. "Will you be coming Alex?"

"I think I should stay here with your mother, kid. She's going to need someone here when she wakes up. It was a hard night."

"Alex?" Ali's smile fell and I gave a questioning look. "My dad won't answer my calls or texts. He's never not replied before. Did..." She trailed off, looking at the ground. "Did he leave for good?"

"Of course not kid," I answered, pulling her into a tight hug. "He loves you so much. He'll come back. There's just a lot that needs to be figured out and worked through."

"I'm sure he's just off on a holiday for a bit," Ketch added in with a kind smile and a shrug.

"Ali?" a soft voice asked. I pulled away from the kid and looked over to where Elly was now sitting up in bed. A half smile covered my lips and I gently pushed the kid towards her mom. Ali hesitantly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Elly pulled her into a tight hug. "I love you."

I almost felt like I was intruding on a moment. Like I didn't belong in the room right now. But there wasn't much of an option for where to go.

"I love you too, Mom," Ali replied back, hugging Elly.

"When we get home, we're gonna talk about this deal you made." Elly released the girl from the hug, brushing her daughter's hair behind one of her ears. She glanced back at me and I knew I was going to be part of that conversation. Ali simply nodded. "But for now, thank you." Elly looked to Ketch who was standing beside me. "I'm sorry, Ketch. Really, I am."

"Don't mention it." He kindly waved the words away. "Everything's good between us, pet."

Elly smiled lightly, obviously still very tired and ill looking. I quickly walked over and took Ali's shoulders, moving her from the bed. "I think we should let your mother get some more sleep," I said, directing the kid towards Ketch. "How about you two get going. And Ketch, your motorcycle might be in a pound somewhere nearby. Maybe you can go pick it up."

"My bike?" he asked in a confused tone. "Why is my bike-"

"I might have borrowed it," Elly admitted softly, laying back against the headboard, her eyes closing. She was so weak. "I'm sorry."

Ketch moved over to the bed and sat beside her, taking her hand. He leaned over and whispered something to her. Her eyes shot open and she laughed, sunshine filling the room. No wonder Lucifer had given her that name. She really was a sunbeam. Ketch leaned over and placed a kiss to Elly's head.

"I will take good care of her," he assured, patting her hand before getting from the bed. "Alright kid. Let's go."

"Does this mean that I get to drive the car?" Ali asked excitedly.

Ketch stopped and looked back at Elly who shook her head. "You do not have a licence," she said as strongly as she could, but it was weak at best. "You only have your permit."

"The police don't know that," Ketch teased with a grin. "Let's go kid." They both headed for the door and I saw Elly roll her eyes. "We're also getting you a jumper or something because I want my parka back," Ketch said as he closed the door behind them.

"He'll take good care of her," I repeated into the room. Elly had yet again rested against the headboard, breathing deeply. Her skin was pale and glistened with sweat. I stepped towards the bed and sat next to her. "How are you feeling today?" She gave a shrug, not looking at me. "We should clean and rebandage you. And then you should eat something. I'm sure this place has some toast or eggs. That would be gentle on you."

"Ok," she whispered.

She had lost a lot of her fight the night before. She hardly argued with me, and I wasn't sure if I was grateful or if it made me worried. It was nice to not fight with her tooth and nail, but she had never really been one to just do as anyone said unless she knew it was for her benefit.

I got the medical supplies from the night before and she slowly undressed and lied on her stomach on the bed.

I pulled the bandages off, some bloodied. I frowned as she bit on the pillow she was cuddling beneath herself. I wished there was more I could do.

I cleaned the nail marking and she cried through her mouthful of pillow. She hid her face into the cotton and my hands froze. How could I do this without hurting her? I had already tried to heal them, but there was something blocking my abilities. She was bound to have more drugs in her system.

"Elly?" I asked softly. She didn't move or reply. "I could put you back to sleep if you'd like. I'm not sure how else to make you not hurt." She shook her head and let me keep working on her.

When I had finally finished and she was redressed, I sat her back down and took her hand.

"Elly, I think I can help you. But it's going to be asking a lot from you."

"What is it Alex?" There were tear stains down her cheeks, but she had stopped crying.

"I can erase what happened," I offered. "I've only done it once, but... It would help."

"And what do you need from me to make that happen?" Her eyes opened up curiously. There was a spark of hope in them, but I knew I would crush it.

"You need to let me see what happened. I can't just go erasing things willy-nilly. What if I erase something important?"

"No." Her voice was stern as she closed her eyes and rested again.

"Elly, I could make what they did to you go away. No one would ever blame you if I made you forget. I can only guess, but I'm pretty sure I know what they did."

"What gave it away?" she snapped at me, making me pull my hand away from hers. She exhaled heavily and opened her eyes. "I am not letting you see the horrible things they did to me."

"But-"

"I said no, Alex."

"But Elly-"

"You want to watch them rape me?" she demanded, making my skin go cold. Her eyes were somehow fire and ice as they challenged me. So, I had been right. "You want to watch them do that day in and day out for however long I was trapped there? I don't even know how many there were or how often they did it. I was so fucked up on whatever shit they made me take that I don't know which ones did it."

She was breathing hard now, her hands tangling in her hair as she began to rock back and forth. I wanted to reach out to comfort her, but I had no idea what to do.

"All I know is that it hurt and it still hurts. I might not know who did it, or how many times, but each touch, each finger print, each disgusting bit of bodily fluid- I can feel all of it. It's seared into my skin."

"Elly," I whispered, trying to break her out of her head. But I honestly wasn't sure how to help or what to do. What was I supposed to say to something that horrific? "Elly, it's alright. It's over how. They're all dead."

"And I screamed for him. I prayed to him. And he didn't come Alex. He left me there."

"I-I'm sure that's not true." I was scrambling for words to say. Anything to say. And I couldn't stop my heart from cracking as I thought about them. "Maybe he just didn't hear you."

"Didn't hear me?" She looked up from between her arms, eyes dark. "Fucking hell, he didn't hear me!" One of her arms shot out and her fist collided with the head bored, sending a loud crack through the room. I jumped. "He ignored me, Alex! Ignored everything I said. Ignored my begging, my pleading, asking for him to kill me to make it all stop!" She was hyperventilating now, but I had no way of stopping her.

"I'm sure he's just busy on a hunt or trying to take Hell out from under me." That last bit was a lie, I would've heard whispers of him by now if it were true. "I'm sure he would've come ASAP if he'd known."

"He let it happen." She was rocking back and forth now. "He let them touch me, violate me. He let them Alex. He was supposed to protect me."

"Please, Elly. Let me erase it. Let me take it all away," I begged, reaching out and taking her fist from the headboard and gently prying her fingers apart. "I can take it all back. I can make you happy again." I pulled her face to look up at mine. Her eyes were red and puffy and she was trembling. "Let me help you. Please." It was a whisper now as I carefully pulled her to me in a hug, holding her tightly. "You won't have to hurt anymore."

"I don't want him to touch me ever again."

"I can fix that. Let me in."

"I don't want to look at him."

"Elly, let me see the memories."

"No."

I couldn't fight her anymore. She would never let anyone know. She would never let anyone else suffer with her. She would never forget.

I just clutched her tighter to me. "We'll get through this," I whispered, rubbing her back. "I promise I'll fix it all. Everything that was my fault. I'll fix it."

"I hate him, bastard."

"No, you don't," I attempted. But she shook her head. "You love him and I am going to fix it."

"There's nothing you could ever do to fix this."

"Please let me in." I pushed her back to look into the dull blue eyes. Eyes that had given up the fight. I couldn't push her anymore without breaking her. This was the line. "Let me see."

She shook her head and lied down into my lap. "I just want to burn Alex. I want it all to be burnt away. Make me hurt so badly, I forget the original pain."

"Stop talking like that," I ordered in a whisper, my own tears coming from my eyes.

"Alex, call an ambulance."

The words had me taken aback. "What? Why? What did you do Elly?"

"When you were in the shower, I found them."

"Them?" I demanded, looking around the room. "What on earth are you-" The rest of the sentence got stuck in my mouth as I spotted a little plastic bag on the bedside table. My eyes widened and I looked down at her pale face. She had found the drugs that I had bought. I had completely forgotten they existed. "What the fuck were you thinking?"

I carefully pushed her from me and began digging through all of my things to try to find where in the hell my phone had gone.

"Did you take all of them?"

She didn't answer. She was just laying there now, eyes open and glossy. Fuck!

I found my phone and immediately called 911, unable to keep my voice calm when someone finally answered.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My friend took a bunch of ecstasy!" I almost shouted into the receiver. "She's unconscious. I need medical help."

"Alright. Everything going to be ok. Calm down for me." I hated how sweet the female voice was on the other side. Made me sick. "Where are you?" I blurted out the location, rushing back to Elly to take her pulse. It was weak and fluttering again. I didn't have another soul to save her. What the hell was the hospital going to do? "And you are positive that it was ecstasy?"

"Yes, I'm fucking sure! Get someone here now!"

I paced in the lobby of the hospital. I couldn't stop moving. I just had to somehow work through all of the nervous energy I had.

They were pumping her stomach. That's all they had told me. And I hoped that that was enough to help her.

If it didn't, what could I possibly do? Maybe I could bend the rules of the deal? There was always a loophole. The kid never said how long she wanted her mom back for. Would that work? God, I didn't know.

I had told Ketch what had happened and he had promised not to tell Ali, but Lucifer still wasn't picking up.

I had lost track of how many times I had called him, but it was enough that his mailbox was full and all I could do was text.

And I was as bad as someone who was drunk and texting their ex. I needed to stop, but I couldn't. I knew he wasn't going to answer, but I fucking needed to try.

"Ketch?"

My feet paused in their pacing as I looked up to a nurse who looked like she had been working a double shift. I figured less people would know the name Ketch, especially if my plan worked. I raced over, waiting for anything she had to say.

"We have her stabilized," she replied with a tired but kind smile. "She's awake."

"Can I see her?" I asked hurriedly, trying to look up the hallway as if I would see my friend.

"In a moment," the nurse replied. "We want to keep her over night. She told us that she had purposely overdosed in a suicide attempt."

I froze. I had guessed as much, but it hurt to hear it outloud.

"We're going to put her on a watch and see how she is in the morning."

"Ok," I whispered, unable to find more of my voice.

"And we were also curious about the rest of the markings on her. She looks very badly battered."

"She was sexually assaulted," I admitted softly. "We already told the police, but she doesn't remember who did it."

"I see." The nurse looked sad and patted my arm. "We'll take care of her. It can be hard to move away from what happened when it's that traumatic."

If only she knew. Elly had survived being tortured for months. She survived being shot. She survived being possessed. She survived demons and vampires and angels and werewolves and ghouls and and the goddamn devil himself, but she couldn't survive this. Not by herself.

And I could never understand. All I could use to gauge how she felt was the fact that she would have rather have been tortured again. That had to make whatever she suffered completely life ruining and I wish I could do more to help her forget.

"You can see her now." The nurse led me down the hall and motioned to an open doorway.

I stepped into the room and hesitated. She looked over and smiled at me weakly. I raced over to the bed and snatched up her hand. I couldn't help myself. There was no other way for me to explain any of the emotions running through me.

I pulled her to me in a kiss. Just a quick one that made her eyes go wide when I pulled back. "Don't you ever fucking do that ever again," I hissed, tears coming to my eyes. "Do you understand me?" She nodded, the shock still too present for her to speak. "And don't you dare tell Ketch I did that. He'll kill me." I pulled her into a tight hug, trying to push the tears away. "Stop scaring me like that. Fucking hell."

"It's not fun, is it?" Her tone teased. "Imagine how the rest of us felt when you kept dying."

"This isn't the same," I shot back. But I could understand now. It must have been horrible for all of them. "Fuck you Elly."

"You've already kissed me. It's the only logical next step."

She actually sounded happy. She sounded normal. And I wasn't sure what had done it. But I was glad that some part of her was back. Even if it was her sarcastic humor.

"Later love. You're such a tease." I pulled back and looked over her, my hands searching over her as much as my eyes were. "I was so scared."

"You? Scared? Liar." She took my hands and held them tightly. "Is Ali ok?"

"She doesn't know. Ketch has her."

"Thank you." She was smiling brightly, but it dropped. "I'm so sorry. This was unfair to all of you. I just..."

"Do you at least feel better?"

I pulled my hands from hers taking her face again as I looked over her. She had color back to her face. Her cheeks bright and rosy, not a fever flushed red. She closed her eyes and relaxed into my hands with a nod.

"I'm still going to have withdrawals," she whispered to me. "If you're ready to help me with that."

"To the moon and back," I answered softly. "We've got to get you out of here first."

"I'm on suicide watch. They aren't just going to let me go."

"We'll get you out," I whispered. "Besides, I don't have thousands of dollars to pay for your mistake."

"I'm sorry." She rested her forehead against mine. "I promise not to do anything like that again."

"Damn straight. I will kill you myself."

She laughed at that and hugged me.

We had to wait until after visit hours when I was kicked out. There had been too many nurses checking on her for us to slip away. But now Ketch was outside with the car and we finally had a moment's rest.

"You ready to get out of here?" I asked, grabbing my bag from one of the chairs in the room.

"This place is miserable. Get me out of here," she answered with a nod.

I moved over and took her hand, zapping us out to the front of the hospital. The car was waiting for us, running.

We raced down to it and climbed in, and I couldn't help but laugh. Ali sat behind the wheel, looking pleased. Elly sighed as she took to the back seat.

"I told you no," she said with a laughing sigh. "Where's Ketch?"

"He's coming now," Ali replied, acknowledging the sound of a motorcycle behind us. Ketch pulled up beside us and Ali rolled down her window.

"I told you not to race off," he said, leaning over the handlebars so he could look into the car. Ali rolled her eyes making him chuckle and shake his head. "It's over a 30 hour drive back. Can you do it?"

"Can you keep up?" Ali shot back, cranking up the radio so Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac was blaring through the car.

"Be kind to my car," I instructed, getting from the seat and racing around the car and to where Ketch was, climbing on behind him.

"Hello love," he said back to me. "Been a while."

I smiled and tucked my arms around him watching as Ali shot off from the curb and raced through the parking lot like she had been driving for years.

"Can you keep up?" I teased.

He just glanced back at me and rolled his eyes. "You holding on?" Before I could answer, he sped away from the curb and after my car.

I stepped back into the bunker, finally releasing a breath I didn't know I had been holding. There was a tenseness from my shoulders that was released as the feeling of home washed over me.

It felt good not to be straddling anything anymore. Well, at least I was tired of the motorcycle. Ketch was a different story.

Elly tried to walk passed me and I snatched her up. "You never told me you could ride a motorcycle."

"I didn't think it important," she laughed, pushing me off of her. It was good to have part of her back, even if it was small. "I learned when we went back. I thought I wanted one, but once I got my licence, I decided against it."

"You found out your were pregnant, huh?" I teased, poking her stomach.

"Yeah. Decided a car was safer." Elly grabbed Ali as she walked through the door, hugging her. "She's better than any motorcycle."

"Thanks?" Ali laughed questioningly.

"I should let my brothers know you're ok," I muttered as I passed the two of them. "I'll be back in a few." I gave Ketch a kiss as I passed him and pulled my phone from my pocket as I shut myself into my bedroom.

I sighed at the blank screen. Where in the fucking hell was Lucifer? I couldn't do this alone. There was no way in hell I could take care of his family. And I knew Ketch was getting restless as well.

We weren't meant to be babysitters.

I dialed Dean's number and waited as it rang "Hey," he finally answered. "Was getting worried about you. You find Elly?"

"More or less," I whispered, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"More or less?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"Some..." I struggled for a word. "Difficult stuff happened that we're trying to fix."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

I rubbed at my eyes with a sigh. "I don't know. Heard anything about Lucifer at all?"

"No. Why?" he asked suspiciously. "What did he do?"

"Nothing. That's the problem." I lied back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. "Hasn't been answering his phone or her prayers."

"I'll see if I can find out anything."

"Thanks," I inhaled deeply. "Take care of the fairies?"

"Nasty bitches, but yeah. What was she after?"

"Jefferson Starships."

There was a moment of silence over the line that made me think that he had possibly hung up.

"They're supposed to be dead."

"Yes," I answered with a nod, even though I knew he couldn't see me. There was a knock on my door and I groaned, sitting up. "I got to go. Let Sam know we're safe. I have some things I need to take care of."

Before he could answer, I ended the call and got from my bed and opening my door. Young blonde hair and blue eyes greated me. "What's up kid?" I really didn't want to be bothered at the moment. I was tired of everything and everything and I was sure I would be with Elly through whatever withdrawals were coming.

"Alex, can you..." She seemed to hesitate. "Can you please teach me how to heal?"

"I already told you-"

"Please?" she begged. "I couldn't help my mom, but maybe I can help others in the future."

I sighed. I wasn't sure how to teach her. I really had just figured it out on my own. "How about we get settled and then I'll call Jack."

"Ok." She gave a sad nod, but understood. "Thanks." She slowly turned and left down the hall and I closed my door.

This wasn't exactly my area of expertise. I was better at destroying than I was at fixing. And I was a demon. Not a nephilim. What if I told her something wrong? What if I screwed up everything up more? Made everything worse. All this shit was already my fault anyways.

I stepped out into the hall way and watched as Ali stumbled into the doorway of her room. She caught herself against the door frame and concern filled me. Was she ok? Maybe she was just tired. She had driven almost the whole way home.

"Ok." I opened my knife blade and placed it to my wrist. "Ready?"

Ali nodded, sitting close to Jack. I pulled the blade over my wrist, blood easily starting to roll from my skin and onto the table.

Ali reached out, her fingers touching my palm and she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"Do you feel where the flow of blood is coming from?" Jack asked.

"I think so," she replied, crinkling her nose up in thought.

"Ok. Find a way to stop the flow," Jack continued on. "Feel the body's energy trying to heal and speed up the process."

"H-How do you feel that?"

I smiled. He was better at teaching than I was. I would never have been able to show her. But she needed to hurry up or I was just going to heal myself.

"You know how you can see Dad's wings? His halo?"

I gave an odd look. They could see that? And good ol' Lu still had a halo, huh?

"And Alex has horns. What about it?"

My free hand went to my head. I did? I didn't even know that. Did all the demons have horns? Did I have a pointy tail too?

"Then you should be able to feel and see the energy in people. Their soul is usually in their chest. You can see that glow, can't you?"

"Yes."

So they could see souls too?

"Do you see how the glow has moved to where she's hurt. Your soul is what heals you. That's why if you get too badly hurt, you can't heal. Your soul will burn itself out," Jack explained. I wasn't sure how he knew, but it made sense. "You need to feel its warmth. Help it work. Let it use you to help heal."

I looked down at my wrist as a cooling feeling filled it and I watched as my skin came back together with a soft blue glow. That same blue glow that came from Lucifer's healing.

"Good job kid," I muttered, holding my wrist up to look at it. "You're a natural."

"That was small. How do I do something bigger?" she questioned. It caught me off guard a bit. Why did she want something more? I must not have hid my look well enough because her sapphire eyes met mine and she continued on. "How do I help my mom?"

"She's fine now, kid," I lied. She wouldn't be fine. Not for a long time. I had Ketch keeping an eye on her as we spoke. She would be with someone twenty-four seven until I knew that she wouldn't hurt herself. "You don't need to trouble yourself. I'm here in the meantime."

"Alex, she is completely shattered," Ali said in a sharp tone. "You didn't have to drive all the way home because she was crying and in pain. There is more happening in her head than she will tell me. But she told you. I know she did. I need to help her. And I will find out how if you two won't show me."

Her words held strength to them. Determination. It worried me if I were being honest. There was an edge to her. Something that said that no matter what the cost, she would find a way to accomplish this. If it cost her her life, she would do it. She had already given me her soul, I had to take her seriously. She would protect those she loved until her last breath.

They had taught the kid well. This kid was strong and rebellious and a fighter. She would bounce back from anything. Just like Elly. Almost... Like Elly.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I tried again.

"We have to start small," Jack agreed with a nod. "You can't just rush into things."

"Watch me."