Skylar opened her eyes despite the blinding pain that traveled throughout her entire body. She couldn't move – she couldn't speak.

After several moments, her eyes began to adjust to the darkness. The sound of low voices drifted to her ears, indicating that she wasn't alone.

Her mouth was bone dry due to the gag that was firmly in place. Her hands and feet were bound tight.

Skylar did her best to recall what had happened and why she was there? She remembered the long and uncomfortable car ride, the bar - Dean's assault. She remembered running away and then…

Her eyes grew at the realization of what had actual happened. She remembered seeing her father's face before he placed a hand over her mouth and began physically dragging her away. Skylar had kicked and screamed, realizing that it wasn't a mere coincidence; that her own father had a hidden agenda.

As she continued fighting, she was able to break free and take off at a full run before hitting an even harder object which sent her flying through the air and crashing down onto the concrete below. It had been Ruby, and when she dared to open her mouth and cry out, the world went black.

Skylar could taste the blood on her lips and feel a stream of liquid running down the side of her head. What did they want with her and what part did her father have to play in all of this? The whole ordeal made no sense. Taking a deep breath to clear her head, Skylar continued to sit quietly while she began picking at the rope that tied her hands together.

It was so tight that she could barely twist her wrists enough to make progress, though she was glad that Dean had coached her in the arts of escape a long time ago. She thought it was mean and pointless when she was only eight years old and he would tie her to a chair, only to watch her struggle for hours. But now she was grateful for his cruel and unusual training.

She willed herself to stay calm. Panicking would only make the situation worse.

Skylar positioned herself just right to reach into her back pocket to retrieve her lock pick. Though she was dealing with ropes rather than handcuffs, the sharpness of the object was bound to come in handy. She continued stabbing and sawing away, pausing when three pairs of devious eyes turned to regard her with interest.

"It's about time you woke up," Ruby said while crossing her arms in agitation.

"The Winchester's will be here soon," the pretty blonde spoke. Skylar noted that she had never seen her before, but considering her mannerisms, something told her that this was Lilith. Only once had Skylar laid eyes on her and she had been in the body of a small girl that made the child from The Bad Seed look tame. "It's only a matter of time before the ritual begins and we can finally free him from his prison so that all of the world can witness his true greatness."

"The ritual better fucking work considering the stench she's giving off," Ruby said angrily while sauntering to Skylar with an intimidating gait. The demon bent down quickly, seizing her around the throat and squeezing tight. Skylar choked out at the tight squeeze despite her mouth continuing to be gagged. Ruby spoke directly to her in a seething tone. "I saw you two weeks ago and you smelled as pure as the driven snow. You're still a virgin, but barely. Slut," Ruby slapped her across the face, sending her back up against the wall so harshly that Skylar could hear the breaking of the interior behind her.

Mentally, Skylar cursed the demon. Slut? The bitch was a total hypocrite. And why did demons have such an insane obsession with virgins? She may not be a hunter veteran, but she was aware enough to known that she was in deep shit. Unless a miracle rained down on her, she was dead.

Skylar recalled that Lilith had mentioned Dean and Sam; that they were on their way. Despite her continued anger towards her husband, she prayed that they arrived in time. She could sulk and be angry towards Dean when they didn't have to worry about keeping Lucifer in the cage.

It had been endless years since the fall, and it all came down to this one moment.

Skylar seethed at the sound of her father's voice as he began to speak. Through everything that was happening, she had almost forgot that Ike was at the center of her capture.

"I did what you asked," he began hesitantly. "You said to get her here and that the Winchester's would follow. Skylar and I both walk away after this, right?"

Lilith stared at Ike with a small smirk on her full lips while Ruby scoffed in exasperation and laughed out loud. "Do you really think that we would have went through all of that trouble to only let her go; to let either of you leave?"

"But you said that if I convinced Dean to marry her, that you would take care of us."

"Yes, I did. By freeing him, Lucifer will take care of the both of you. You will want for nothing…in hell."

Ike's face fell at the words falling freely from Ruby's words. "So she isn't bait?"

"You can't be seriously?" Ruby said condescendingly. "I went through a lot of shit this past year to arrange everything? Dean was supposed to go to hell so that the first seal could be broken! Once he came back…it only became easier. I watched him with the little bitch before that, and while he tried to act indifferent, I knew it wouldn't be that difficult to get him to marry her. His obsession was already evident. And the branding…who have thought something so outdated could be such an asset? Of course, I thought her virginity would be a little safer considering she's just a kid. But, Dean after all, is an impulsive perv. I should have known better."

Ruby began walking towards Skylar, her heels clipping loudly against the floor. "But I needed a virgin…and I need Sam. Dean and you were just the middle men."

The dark haired demon grabbed Skylar by the hair and began dragging her against the floor towards the center of the large room. Stopping in the middle of a spiral, Ruby let her go and began walking away with a devilish grin on her face.

Lilith then came up to her. Her attitude was not at repulsive, but somehow, she was far more intimidating. Skylar stared her down, shocked when she snapped her fingers and the ropes fell to the ground followed by her gag. She moved her mouth, attempted to relieve the sore dry feeling.

She ground out, "cunt," before a strong force began to weigh her down heavily, keeping her in place. Even her lips were weighted down, and she couldn't open them once again.

"You have no idea how lucky you actually are? You have been chosen to open the gate," Lilith's voice sounded smooth and hypnotic. "I wouldn't have to keep you pinned in place and your mouth closed if I wasn't sure you would worn the Winchester's of our plan. Because you and I both know that they're about to storm in here and play hero."

Lilith rose from her knees and turned around, the muscles in her back visible beneath the low cut white dress. She picked up a knife, touching the blade delicately until a drop of her own blood fell to the ground. "You and I are in this together…and we'll die together."

Dean pulled up outside of the church, murder coursing through his veins. When Ike had answered Skylar's phone, an instead sense of dread had taken him over. But the older man had just signed his own death warrant. The last words he had spoken to Skylar's father were, "I will kill you if I ever see you again."

He had every intention of keeping his promise.

However, he and Sam had a far bigger problem on their hands. Ike had been more than willing to give away their location.

The Winchester's weren't rookies. They were walking into a trap.

Dean knew that his anger was off the rails right now. He was doing his best to stay calm because one false move would get his wife killed. He knew that Skylar was in the biggest danger of her young life. And while he wanted to storm into the church, kill Ike with his bare hands, and send Lilith back to hell, it wasn't feasible. They had to do it right.

Ruby began beating on the passenger side window, much to Dean's chagrin. Sam rolled down the window instantly, ready to welcome her with open arms.

"Where were you?" he asked sincerely.

She was breathing heavy, fear laced in her voice. "I had no choice. The ritual is happening much faster than it was supposed to. Lilith is inside. Sam…you know what you have to do."

Sam paled, looking over at Dean with trepidation.

"Sammy, what is she talking about?"

"This has nothing to do with you, Dean! Just let Sam kill Lilith. He's the only one strong enough."

"Sam!?" Dean demanded an answer.

"I have to do it, Dean. I know I can kill her."

"By guzzling demon blood?"

Sam nodded his head incredulously as he stepped from the Impala. Dean slammed his fist against the steering wheel, but said nothing. He could see Sam drinking a gallon of dark red liquid, tipping the heavy container all the way back as he let it drain down his throat.

Dean was torn between stopping his brother from his dangerous addiction and actually getting him more. Despite the fight he had had with Sam and the horrendous way he had treaded Skylar, they were the most important people in his life. And right now, they were both on the brink of death.

But Dean knew that the only chance he had to save Skylar was to send Sam in to stop it. He was the one that was able to expel demons and send them back to hell. He could stop the apocalypse before it even started. But if Sam was the one capable of stopping it, why was Dean told he was the one who could save the world? The logistics of the whole situation were fucking with his mind.

Dean reluctantly stepped out of the Impala and went to stand beside his brother, keeping his gaze adverted as Sam continued chugging the offensive liquid. He couldn't bare to look anymore if he was to keep his anger in check.

"That's enough, Sammy. Let's go."

Sam breathed heavy as he let the empty container fall to the ground. Without a word, Sam began walking up the steps; Dean slowly trailing behind. When they entered the dark sanctuary, Ruby lead them down a corridor until stopping outside a set of heavy oak double doors. It was eerily quiet, no sounds of a struggle coming from within.

"She's in there," Ruby said anxiously. She reached for the doorknob, instantly opening the door and slowly stepping inside.

Dean rolled his eyes. What had he said? It was a trap. It was too easy, and something told him that Ruby was behind it all. But now was not the time to pick a fight when they were so close to ending it.

He trailed in after, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness.

What he saw made his blood run cold and his lips curl back in fury.