Hello, my darlings! I'm so sorry for not being able to update more often. I'll do my best to fix this but no promises. Here's the next chapter and I hope you'll like it. :)

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Shit. Shit. Shit.

I tense as I wait for Naomi to react on my curses. I'm so screwed. From being tortured from the King of Hell, I get myself to probable, most likely brainwash from the Mistress of Heaven. Out of the frying pan into the fire, as they say. I'm not sure what's worse – Crowley or Naomi. At least I know what to expect from the demon. But this hypocrite of an angel… I wonder how she found me and what she wants with me. All I can do is wait and see.

"Don't be all prejudice." Naomi softly smiles at me "I just want to help"

"Help?" I laugh at her "As you helped Cas? He almost killed Dean because of you"

"Oh, no…" Naomi shakes her head with worried face "Castiel is confused and he needs help"

"From you?" I sarcastically ask, I don't trust her, not after what she did to Cas

"Who else he can rely on but his brothers and sisters?" Naomi shrugs gently "We are his family and he needs to come home"

"So you can brainwash him again? To make him your obedient little puppy?"

"Angels follow orders." Naomi almost hisses in irritation

"And whose orders do you follow?" I arch my brows in sarcasm

"I… serve… Heaven" her lips become thin discontent line and as I roll my eyes she continues "I just want to keep the angel tablet save."

"Oh, believe me it's safe. Safe from Crowley and safe from you and your kind"

"My kind?" she looks genuinely surprised

"Yeah, treacherous winged douchebags" I look around ignoring her frustration with me, playing it curious and cool "Which reminds me… We're in Heaven, right? I'm supposed to be dead to be here, but sure as hell I know I'm still kicking… So, how's this possible?"

Naomi leans back in her white chair and a smug smile plays on her lips

"The perks of being… well, me" she slowly says

"Right" I make a face at her "Now tell me why did you put so much effort to get me here? Why did you send your little obedient soldiers to save me from Crowley? Actually, how did you find me at all?"

"I have my means, Ms Singer" she coldly responds "And you're here because I want you here."

"Why on Earth would you need me?" I let an unamused laugh

"You know where Castiel is" Naomi states and when I open my mouth to contradict, she raises her hand "No, don't bother to deny." Her eyes are piercing me, cold and demanding "Tell me where he is."

"No." I simply say

"No?" she asks almost in disbelieve but her eyes give her away – she has expected this answer from me "Do you know what I can do to you?" she asks

"Is that a threat?" I intentionally avoid her eyes and examine my fingernails "'Cause I'm not scared"

"You should be" her voice is low, radiating menace

"Really?" I mock at her "You just got me out of Hell. What could you, angels, possibly do to me that can beat what Crowley already did?"

"Oh, trust me" Naomi's smile grows but I see her anger "A lot" and with this she curls her fingers in fist and pulls down her arm

I feel how every wound left on my body opens again and starts bleeding. A muffled cry escapes my lips as I bend into two and find myself on my fours on the floor in front of her desk. The pain is unbearable, I feel how my organs twist inside me, burning and twitching. Blood flows in my mouth and I spit a red spot on the white carpet. I groan in pain, it hurts damn too much. At least now I know why they didn't heal my wounds completely – so it would be easy for them to torture me. I see Naomi's heels as she stands up and comes in front of me. I am so tempted to spit more blood on her shoes but another wave of pain crushes my body and I curl on the floor.

"Where are Castiel and the tablet?" Naomi demands and the amount of pain I feel decreases

"Bite me" I growl

The pain becomes stronger and I do my best not to shout. Naomi's a bitch, I know that. But she's really stupid, if she believes pain will make me chatty. But sure as hell pain makes me mouthy. And Naomi definitely doesn't like it. After a while I just give up and let my pain pour into cries of suffering, my mocking for the angel long ago forgotten. At least now I know how every single person or demon I once tortured felt. I don't know how long it is since Naomi started this… all my world is shrunk down to the enormous amount of pain every nerve of my body feels. My throat is sore from so much screaming. After what seems ages Naomi stops, looking at me in disgust and anger. Two angels enter her office and she gives them a sign to get me out of here.

"You're stubborn. And loyal" she admits "I respect that. I'm giving you time to think where your loyalty should lie. Because at stake is the existence of the whole world." Naomi crosses her arms as the two angels raise me on my feet "You're tough, I give you that. But remember this – one way or another, I will break you"

I cast her a glance full of mockery. I smile wildly and feel blood dripping down my chin.

"I wish you luck" I spit at her before the angels take me to the same room as before

As they leave me bleeding and in pain on the floor, I realize that the amount of hurt I feel, decreases. I quickly pull the hem of my shirt up and I see how my wounds slowly disappear. After couple of seconds the only evidence for my torture are my bloodied clothes. I shake my head and rise on my feet. Nothing hurts me and it's so nice to stretch my body with no pain to stop me from doing it. I quickly toss the bloodied tank top, jeans and underwear on the floor and entered the bathroom.

The water is nicely warm and washes all the dried blood away. As I wash my hair I wonder why Naomi gives me these little treasures. Maybe she tries to bribe me with them. I laugh at the thought. It's ridiculous. There is nothing that could make me tell her what she wants. But for now I can enjoy the little things I have. When I walk out of the bathroom I see clean clothes on the bed and tray with food on the bedside table. I shrug and quickly dry myself, and then I put the clothes on and attack the food. Ten minutes later I start to feel really tired, all I want to do is lay on the bed and sleep. But the moment I turn off the lights the nightmares come back, more scary and vivid than ever.


"Good morning, Ms Singer" Naomi flashes me a smile "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby" I smile even more fake than her, we both know I'm lying, but I'll bite off my own hand before admitting this to her

"Good" she nods in understanding "Please, sit" she makes a generous gesture to the chair in front of her desk and looks to the angel who escorted me to here "Leave us. We've got a lot to talk about"

"Really?" I arch sarcastically my brows and roll my eyes at her, then I see the tablet is still on her desk

"Have you considered what we talked about?" she asks, ignoring my comment

"Of course I have" I flash her a smile that quickly fades when I add "I'm not telling you a shit"

"I see" she nods, a thoughtful expression on her face, then she looks at me and claps her hands "Let's see if I can change that"

I clench my jaw. Something tells me this is going to be worse than anything I have ever faced before. Something in the way her eyes shine tells me she has something special on her mind for me. This wasn't good. Fear and anxiousness are building inside me. Pain I can endure, but the fact that something unknown awaits me, sends me on the edge. Naomi looks at me sternly, at least she doesn't look as she's going to enjoy what's coming. She snaps her fingers.

All of a sudden the chair I'm sitting on disappears and I fall on the floor. I yelp in surprise. I shake my head and look around as I notice my surroundings have changed. I cringe as I realize where I am. Not that it is possible, but still… I'm home. The house from the inside looks exactly as it was before the leviathans burned it. Everything looks and feels so real, I forget just seconds ago I was in Naomi's office. I stand up and go into the living room only to see the lamp on the desk is on and Bobby's behind it, looking through some lore book.

"Dad" I whisper disbelievingly; happiness is bubbling inside me and all I want to do is just go and hug him

He raises his head and his face changes in stern, almost angry mask.

"Braeden, you idjit, what the hell are you doing here?" he stands up and goes around the desk, I can tell he's really angry; I have never seen him in such rage, not even when we had our fights or when he found out Dean sold his soul for Sam…

Bobby strides to me and irrational fear rises in me. He's my father, he'll never hurt me. But I take a step back. He looks really intimidating.

"Dad?" I hesitantly call for him

"Dad?!" he exclaims in pure rage "Dad?! You don't get to call me that. Not after the disappointment you turned out to be. Your mother would be ashamed of you. Hell, I'm ashamed of you…"

"I…" I shake my head, wide eyed; his words hurt me more than anything that Crowley or Naomi ever did to me, but I realize I can't speak "Wh…" he grabs my hair and pulls me towards him and I cry in surprise

"You're sorry excuse of a daughter. I wish you were never born!" his voice is so full of anger and disappointment…

And then he punches me, I'm so shocked I can't comprehend what's happening. It's already too late, he hits me and pushes me around, yelling at me how useless I am, what burden I have always been for him, how he can't stand me… Hits, punches, kicks, insults, the ugly names he calls me… I take it, everything… I can't fight back, he's my father and no matter what, I love him. I'm curled on the floor, doing my best to protect my head and my ribs, I can barely breathe and everything hurts me…

All of a sudden I find myself in Naomi's office, sitting in the chair in front of her desk. I take in heavy breaths, trying to calm myself down. There's an expectant look on the angel's face. I realize she's been messing with my head and that this was never my father, but hallucination she planted in my mind. Really vivid and real hallucination, but still only that and nothing more. I exhale sharply and look at her in anger.

"My answer to all of your questions is still NO" I almost yell at her

Her face turns grim, as if my refusal saddens her. I don't buy it. She's remorseless bitch.

"I'm really sorry to hear that, Braeden" she says quietly "I wish you don't make me do this…"

"Yeah, right..." I bark at her but she has already snapped her fingers.

And so it begins. It's so well thought it gives me creeps. Naomi has found my weak spot – the people I love and care about. At least she's not threatening their lives in the real world. What she does consumes all my emotional strength, my mind is fighting the hallucinations she sends me but they seem and feel so real… What happened with Bobby, happens over and over and over and over again… the only difference is that instead of Bobby, one time it's Dean, the next is Sam… even Ellen and Jo – the closest mother and sister figures I had in my life... They are all angry and disgust with me, telling me one and same thing – what a disappointment I am, how I'm useless, pathetic excuse of a hunter and huge disappointment, what burden I am to them all, really bad daughter, how selfish I am, abomination for even considering a relationship with a vampire, how because of me a lot of people are dead – Bobby, Ash, Ellen, Jo… that I got them killed, no one can love me because I ruin everything I touch, I screw up everything… And they hate me for this, they don't want to have anything in common with me, they don't want me in their lives, they all wish I was dead…

From one hallucination to another, I can't tell what's real anymore. My mind jumps from one nightmare to another, I try to fight it, to defend myself from all the accusations the people I love throw at my face, to tell them how much I care about them, how much I'm sorry, but I can't, I can't talk - I can only stand and listen to them, tears silently streaming down my face… who knows, maybe they're right after all. And when they decide their verbal torture is not enough, the beatings start, and I can't fight back, I can't force myself to hurt them, so I just let them rage on me with all their anger until I wish I am really dead. For good.

Once in a while someone pushes me into the room with the fancy bathroom and the nice bed and I get some sleep, but my dreams are haunted by horrific memories. Then another nightmare starts and I face Sam or Dean, or Jo and Ellen, or Kevin and Charlie… From time to time I see Naomi's face, her concerned look, she asks me questions and I want to tell her, she acts so well – gives me food and lets me get some rest, protects me from the horrible nightmares, she's so nice to me and I want to tell her everything I know… but something stops me, the strange feeling in my guts that's constantly telling me I can't trust her… But what if she's just another hallucination that doesn't exist… My vision blurs and I furiously blink trying to clear it, Naomi yells at me and suddenly I find myself screaming at her

"They're closing the Gates of Hell!" I cry out

Naomi's face gets this smug look and I realize I shouldn't have opened my mouth. I look at her defiantly but she's deep in thought. Then she murmurs something really quietly, but I hear her and I freeze in shock. This can't be true! I must warn the boys! I must tell them… Naomi sees my determination and now Jo is in front of me so I quickly forget what Naomi has said. Jo is accusing me of her death, that I was not good enough to save her, that I should have died, not her… and I cry as I wish to tell her that I know all that, that I wish I took her place… This time Jo is really hard on me, the beating escalates to new levels of violence and every part of my body hurts, I can barely move. Then Bobby comes to me, telling me what pitiful excuse of a daughter I am… and I know he's right and I try to tell him that… and all I could think is I don't want him to beat me again. I'm not sure if I can take it…

Suddenly I'm back in Naomi's office. I shake my head, the mist covering my mind disappears. I feel exhausted and dazed… and beaten up. I realize that the injuries Jo caused me are real and all over my body. And I'm in pain, my head is pulsating, it hurts me when I breathe and my lips are split. And that's just the beginning... There are yells and thuds and I look around, seeing two figures fighting in front of the glass door of Naomi's office. Naomi rushes to her desk, drawing out an angel sword. A body is thrown against the glass door and it shatters into pieces with a loud jingle as the body flies through it and lands on the floor with an angel sword stuck in the chest. I quickly turn around to see who walks over the dead angel. The owner of the dark jeans and kickass black leather jacket flashes me a bright smile. Her hair is back to its original color – dark brown and she looks so smug and self-content.

"Meg!?" I say in total disbelieve "What are you doing here?"

"I came to rescue you, of course"


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