Cass informed them that Crowley would be meeting them in Lawrence, which Garrett was not thrilled about. Most other hunters didn't trust Crowley as far as they could throw him.

"We're not all going to fit in the impala, Dad," Ellie said as she walked into the garage with Garrett. "Why don't Garrett and I drive my car and we'll meet you there?"

"I don't like that," Dean mumbled from where he was leaning against the impala's trunk.

"We have to stop at Garrett's place so he can grab some clothes," Ellie turned and narrowed her eyes at her uncle.

"Fine, but you drive," Sam sighed, "Just be careful."

Sam leaned forward and wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her head towards him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before reaching up and ruffling her hair.

"Dad," she moaned, pushing his hand away with a small smile.

"Love you," he grinned.

"Love you too," she turned towards her car, pulling her keys out of her pocket.

"Love you more," Sam called after her, biting his bottom lip.

Ellie stopped in her tracks and rolled her eyes before spinning around and pointing at her father with narrowed eyes.

"Love you most."

When Ellie and Garrett arrived at his apartment, he got out of the car before Ellie even had it in park. She sighed as she stopped the car, watching as he ran into his apartment complex. They had decided she would just wait outside, but she was worried about him being alone with his thoughts given the circumstances. She bit her bottom lip and leaned back in her seat, trying to calm her nerves.

"Oh screw this," she muttered to herself after waiting less than five minutes. She jumped out of her car and walked the familiar path to the door of the building. She hurried up the two flights of stairs, and when she turned at the top towards Garrett's apartment, she saw that his door was open.

Her heart began beating rapidly in her chest, and she instantly reached for the angel blade she had tucked in her knee high boots. She walked slowly towards the open door, leaning her head to try and and see inside the apartment. Just as her hand began to push on the door to open it all the way, it was yanked back and a body ran out, smashing into her and making her fall backwards with them on top of her.

"Ellie what the hell?" Garrett groaned, his hands on either side of her face as he pushed his body off of her.

"Your door was open, I thought something was wrong," Ellie hissed as she sat up, rubbing the back of her head where it had bounced off the floor. She looked around for her angel blade, reaching when she saw it next to the stairway bannister.

"I told you to wait in the car," Garrett mumbled, extending his hand and pulling her off the ground.

"Let's just go," Ellie sighed, watching as Garrett bent over and grabbed the duffel bag he had dropped in the scuffle. She turned and moved towards the stairs, surprised when Garrett reached out and grabbed the back of her left arm. She spun around and looked up at him, her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

"Sorry," he mumbled, moving his hand up her arm and resting it on her shoulder. When she winced, his brow furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she waved him off with a smile, "Just hurt my shoulder when we fell. I'm sure it's fine."

Garrett gently squeezed his hand, and Ellie grunted in pain and hissed through her teeth, dropping her shoulder out of his grip.

"You're not fine," Garrett sighed.

"Uncle Cass can heal me when we get there," Ellie shrugged, then moaned when pain shot down her arm.

"You can't drive like this, El," Garrett muttered as they began walking down the stairs.

"Yes I can," she shouted back, "It'll be fine."

Garrett rolled his eyes, "Ellie, you're already a mediocre driver at best. It's almost four hours to Lawrence. Plus you're left handed."

"So?" she stopped at the second floor landing, turning and throwing her right arm out, "I can drive with my right hand."

"Ellie," Garrett groaned loudly as they approached the bottom of the stairs, "I'm pretty sure your shoulder is dislocated. You are not driving."

"Oh," she spun around, her eyebrows raised, "And you think you get to make that decision?"

Garrett scoffed at her, then took a few steps so he was standing toe to toe with her, his head tilted down and his breath hot on her face. Just when she thought he was about to kiss her, he leaned down and yanked the keys from her hand, then stepped backwards.

"If you can get your keys back from me with your left hand, I'll let you drive," he held his arm straight out, her keychain dangling from his fingers.

Ellie huffed out a quick breath, her eyes narrowed at Garrett. She tightened her abdominal muscles and tried desperately to raise her left arm, crying out in pain as it fell back to her side.

"Yeah, I'm driving," he shook his head and pulled the keys back up into his hand, walking over to the passenger side to open the door for her. He turned back and saw her pouting on the sidewalk, and rolled his eyes, "Ellie come on."

"Fine," she mumbled, stomping over to the open car door and carefully sliding in. Garrett closed the door and shook his head as he walked over to the driver's side.

"I hate driving this thing," Garrett muttered as he knowingly turned the key twice to start the engine.

"Well you don't have to," Ellie sang sarcastically, tilting her head to look at him.

"Shut up," he looked at her out of the corner of his eye with a smile before backing out of the parking spot. "Put some music on."

They arrived at the motel that Dean had texted them the address for three and a half hours later, Garrett gently pushing Ellie aside to grab their bags from the backseat.

"I'm not dead, I can carry my own bag," she whined as she followed him to the room.

"A woman should never carry her own luggage," Garrett turned and walked backwards, winking at her.

"Seriously?" Ellie scoffed, stopping in her tracks and crossing her arms, "Now you're all chivalrous? But last week when I wanted you to carry the pizza up the stairs to your apartmen—"

"Hush," Garrett interrupted, "Come on, the room's right there."

Ellie jogged—painfully—in front of him, knocking on the door four times. Sam opened it and smiled down at her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and giving a tight squeeze. Ellie grunted loudly and bit her lips, her face wincing.

"What's wrong?" Sam pulled back, looking down at her with a concerned look, "Are you hurt? What happened?"

"Long story," she chuckled, moving past him to enter the room, "Uncle Cass, can you heal my shoulder?"

"Of course," the angel responded, standing up from where he was sitting at a table across the room and moving towards her. Ellie pulled her plaid button up off of her shoulder, flinching in the process. Cass gently placed his hand on her shoulder and closed his eyes as the healing process took place.

"What happened?" Dean growled to Garrett, who had dropped their bags and turned around to close the door.

"We fell on top of each other," Garrett shrugged, "Because a certain someone couldn't wait ten minutes in the car."

"Shut up," Ellie hissed, then sighed as Cass finished, "Has anyone heard anything?"

"No," Sam replied quietly, stealing a glance at Garrett.

"My parents just texted me that they're staying at a motel across town," Garrett nodded, looking at his phone, "I should probably head over there."

"You'll have to take my car," Ellie tightened her jaw. She was just as protective of her Tahoe as Dean was with the impala.

"Okay," Garrett walked over and looked nervously between the three men before leaning down to kiss her forehead. Ellie rolled her eyes and instead jerked her face up, connecting their lips quickly.

"I'll see you later, okay?" she smiled up at him.

"Alright," he nodded, placing a hand on her cheek, "Please be careful."

"You kidding?" she scoffed, throwing her arms out, "With these three? I'll be lucky to leave the motel room."

"Good point," Garrett chuckled, dropping his hand. He turned to walk out, then stopped with his hand on the door and turned his head just enough to make sure Ellie could hear him. "Love you."

Ellie looked down at the ground as she repeated back, "Love you too."

Once the door closed after Garrett left, Ellie continued looking at the floor with a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"The L word, huh?"

Her eyes shot over to Dean, who had his arms crossed with a smirk on his face. "Shut up."

"What, it's sweet," he snickered, then put his hand over his mouth to stop his laughter.

"We can't all be as emotionally stunted as you, Uncle Dean," Ellie glared at him.

"Okay, enough," Sam put his hands up and stepped between the two of them, "We don't have time for this."

"I thought Crowley was going to meet us here?" Ellie asked, resting her hands on her hips.

As if on cue, they all felt the air change from near the bathroom door and when they looked, Crowley was standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"It's like I knew to wait until you got here, Tiny," Crowley smiled at the teenager.

"Hey Crowley," she smiled back, walking over and giving him a quick hug. "I always forget how short you are."

"And yet it's you who are called Tiny," he chuckled.

"Just by you, Mr. Crowley," she accentuated the title, knowing it made him happy.

Crowley placed his hand over his heart, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side with faux relief, "You make my empty heart pump air even faster than normal."

"Alright, enough of the love fest," Dean interrupted, rolling his eyes, "Do you know anything about the kidnapping of Addy Bryce?"

Crowley nodded, pursing his lips, "Unfortunately, yes. She was taken by a ruddy little demon by the name of Victor."

"Victor?" Dean snorted, "We're hunting a demon named Victor?"

"Yes, Squirrel," Crowley turned and looked at Dean, "He's rotten, down to the core. Even when he was human, he was the purest form of evil."

"What, like a murderer or something?"

"No, worse. A congressman."

"Any way," Sam held his hand up as Dean opened his mouth to respond, "What's the plan here? Do you know where he's keeping Addy?"

"Or better yet, why," Ellie added, her arms crossed.

"What?" Cass tilted his head.

"Why did a demon kidnap a college student?" Ellie shrugged, "It's weird. She doesn't even hunt."

"Good point. It could be a revenge thing with her parents, maybe?" Sam put his hands on his hips with a sigh.

"Yes, you lot have some experience with that," Crowley scoffed, looking pointedly from Ellie to Sam.

"It's still weird," Ellie shook her head, "I just have a feeling that something more is going on here."

"Mother hasn't been teaching you premonition spells, has she?" Crowley cocked an eyebrow, his words causing the other three men to snap their heads towards Ellie.

"What? No," she waved a hand at the demon, then sighed dramatically when she realized her father and uncles were all glaring her down, "Seriously, guys? No. Aunt Rowena has not been teaching me any new spells."

"Mhmm," Dean narrowed his eyes at her, his arms crossed.

Ellie rolled her eyes before turning to Sam, "We need to come up with a plan. I think we should call Garrett's parents and meet up."

"Okay, why don't you do that and we'll finish talking to Crowley?" Sam nodded.

"I want to hear what Crowley has to say too, I'm not the only one who can make a phone call," Ellie huffed, looking up at Sam with an annoyed expression.

"Ellie, can you please just do what I ask for once in your life?" Sam almost whined, an exasperated tone in his voice.

She tightened her lips together, then spun on her heels and marched out of the hotel room, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket. She slammed the door shut, muttering to herself as she pushed on Garrett's number, walking to the side of the building.

"Miss me already, huh?"

Ellie rolled her eyes, "We need to all get together and come up with a plan. Where should we meet?"

"My parents' hotel room is pretty big, you guys want to just come over here?"

"That's fine," Ellie walked in a narrow alley between the motel and a small convenience store next door, kicking a random empty can. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," Garrett sighed, "I'll be better when we find Addy."

"I know," Ellie mumbled, leaning against the brick wall and closing her eyes, "We're gonna find her."

"You don't know that."

"What?" Ellie asked, shocked by his tone.

"She got taken by a demon, Ellie. We might never find her."

"I know that, but—"

"I know you think that because your dad is friends with the King of Hell, that demons aren't all that bad—"

"No, trust me Garrett," Ellie interrupted, venom dripping from her voice, "I am well aware of what demons are capable of."

Garrett was silent after that, and Ellie bit her bottom lip to try and stop the angry tears that were forming in her eyes.

"I know, I'm sorry," Garrett finally spoke quietly, "Listen, I'm going to go tell my parents you guys are coming over, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay," Ellie responded, her eyes closing again.

"Ellie," Garrett whispered, "Are you mad at me?"

"Nope," she responded before roughly pulling the phone away from her ear and blindly ending the call, shoving her phone into her pocket before she leaning back against the wall, her hands coming up to push on her eyes. She took a few shaky breathes, then sighed loudly before pushing herself off of the wall and opening her eyes.

Crowley had just left the room when Sam's phone began to ring. He looked at with a confused expression before answering it.

"Hey Garrett."

"Hi, um, is Ellie there?"

Sam looked up and stared at Dean as he replied, "She just stepped out to call you."

"Yeah, we made a plan for you guys to come to my parents' hotel room but then we kind of...we got into an argument, and she hung up on me, and now she won't answer."

Sam sighed, nodding knowingly, "Okay, I'll go look for her and tell her to call you."

"She probably won't," Garrett muttered.

"She's seventeen, Garrett," Sam chuckled softly, "Whatever you said, I'm sure she'll get over it."

"Okay, see you later."

Sam hung up the phone and sighed, turning to look at Dean and Cass, who had been listening intently to the conversation.

"Ellie's pissed at Garrett, we need to find her," Sam elaborated, turning to grab his jacket from the chair and heading for the door. He looked at his phone as they left the room, swiping down to Ellie's name and calling her phone.

All three men snapped their heads to the left when they heard her 'Free Bird' ring tone coming from the corner of the building. They all looked at each other and rushed towards the alley, concerned looks on their faces.

Sam came around the corner first, his eyes immediately drifting down to the sunflower covered phone case on the ground. His chest began to hurt as he ran towards it, bending down and lifting Ellie's phone, swallowing tightly when he saw 'Daddio' on her screen with a familiar pale yellow powder in the crevices of the case. He turned and showed Dean and Cass before whipping his head back to the empty alley and yelling with tears in his eyes.

"Ellie!"

A/N: Welcome to all of my new followers, I'm glad you're enjoying the story! Thank you for the reviews, they make me smile every time I read them!