Hi guys so I don't own Supernatural. Blah Blah Blah. Lou is mine blah blah blah. I really hope you like this because it was kinda a bitch to write

I had just finished the third book in the Supernatural series when I wanted to go and grab some food from the kitchen. I had leftover chinese that was screaming my name, sounding something like, "Lou, I need you to eat me because I am delicious." As I walked into the kitchen I noticed Sam was being cagey but I wasn't sure if I should say anything.

"Heard from Kevin?" Dean asked Sam looking pensive as always. It had been a few days since he had seen me drunk and then fixed my hangover. It felt so weird.

I felt myself say, "Who's Kevin?" Dean looked at me with that look that told me I asked the wrong question. Thankfully Sam stepped in.

"Kevin is a really great kid. He's a prophet and we are protecting him from Crowley." I mouthed the word Crowley trying to figure out where I knew that name. Sam just continued looking at Dean now. "Uh, no. Nothing yet." I grabbed my leftover chinese from the fridge and popped it in the microwave setting it for two minutes. I could still hear the boys taking even though they had moved into the war room.

"What's it been, like, three weeks? What's taking that little brainiac so long? It's a book. Read it," Dean said sounding frustrated. I didn't think it was that easy by the fact that it had been, as Dean said, three week.

Sam made my thoughts words as he retorted, "Just a guess, but translating an ancient language with zero help might be more difficult than we think." I laughed quietly to myself. The microwave beeped and I joined the boys at the large table in the war room.
Dean barley looked at me as he sipped his coffee. "So, no word from Cas, Kevin's taking his sweet little time, Lou has got jack for memories, and you're acting cagey. We need a lead before I start climbing these walls."

"I'm right here you know. I can hear you so," I gestured wildly with my fork. Dean just rolled his eyes and squared his shoulders. I leaned over to read what looked like a trashy tabloid that Sam was holding.
"Well, um…" Sam started, tossing the tabloid on the table, "in that case, I can give you zombies. Guy gets hit by a car, left for dead overnight, guts spilled out all over the road, then gets up and walks away from it."

I look at them both quizzitive. "Wait. Zombies?" They both chose to ignore me.
"Nothing about brain munching?" Dean asked.
Sam just shook his head. "Remember Bobby's wife? She didn't... munch on any brains."

I felt my head snap and ache at the mention of Bobby. I didn't ask because I knew no one would tell me but I felt it. There was a sharp pain in my chest everytime someone mentioned his name. I couldn't help feeling like they were protecting me from something. I couldn't bring myself to be mad at them for that, but I could still be mad for other reasons. I just hadn't worked them all out yet.
"Well, who's the witness?" Dean asked, oblivious to my inner turmoil.
"Montana state trooper, 20-year vet. Checked his pulse, saw his insides spilled out all over the place, pronounced him dead with a capital D." Sam said.

I started clearing my food when I heard Dean yell, "Where are you going?"

I pivoted on my heels, "I'm going to grab my stuff because we have a zombie to kill." I shot the boys a smile and continued only to hear the scrapping of chair legs on the floor. Dean grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. Man he was really into touching.

"You're not going anywhere, not with a cracked coconut." Dean tapped me on the head.

I scowled at him. "Cas said that…"
He cut me off. "I don't give a crap what Cas said. Without the knowledge that you had before, out there, you're a liability."

"Dean come on man," Sam tried coming up behind Dean. "You said that the faster she gets her memories back the better."

"Yeah and then you went all chick flick on me and now I'm thinking you're right." I looked between the boys confused.

"What are you guys saying?" My voice was thin and if Dean weren't still holding my shoulders I was pretty sure I'd be shaking.

"I'm saying maybe we send you to hang with Kevin for a while, or Garth, or hell that Sheriff lady Jody." Dean finally let me go.

"You're sending me away?" I looked between the boys. I could feel pressure building up behind my eyes. "You don't want me here." I was a statement and not for them. "You don't like me so much that you don't even want to look at me anymore." I wasn't looking at them. I could barely see anything through the hazy cloud of tears pooling in my eyes. Dean tried to say something but I didn't stick around to listen. I just bolted for my room. I slammed the door behind me and locked it. Then suddenly the floor was under me and my knees where at my chest. There was a pounding at the door and yelling too, but I couldn't make out anything through the barrage of thoughts fluttering through my head.

Eventually the yelling stopped. The pounding stopped. I think I fell asleep. When I finally found the strength to stand and leave my room, the bunker was empty and the Impala was gone. I looked at the clock on my phone. It was 6 at night. I sighed. They had probably been gone for hours at this point.

I stalked back into my bedroom and pulled on some pants and put on a sweater that seemed a little tight in the chest, but I was in the mood for some bad ideas so it was suitable. I put on some mascara and some shoes before grabbing my bag and the keys to my 1968 Shelby Mustang GT500-KR. It was a baby blue that made my heart sing just a little.

I drove to the Rose Ranch and parked in what had slowly become my parking space. It wasn't at the very front, but the locals all knew that it was there to house my blue Shelby. I strode through the doors and if this where Cheers everyone would have been cheering my name. I waved at the bartender on duty, Anna, and decided that tonight I would sit at the bar.

"Whatcha drinkin babe?" Anna asked, a smile on her face. She was beautiful in almost every way. Her hair was long and golden blonde. Her skin was an amazing olive color, unlike my very pale skin. She had wide eyes that made everything she said sound so sincere and a smile that could light up a room. She was missing a tooth on her top row on her right. I had once asked her what happened and she looked me dead in the eye, a real serious look crossed her face and she said, "I got into a bar fight… with a bear." That was that.

"I'll have a bourbon straight," I sighed. Anna put down the glass she was cleaning. She leaned over the bar and looked at me, really looked at me.

"What's going on? Everything ok with you and that boy?" She knew me so well. As far as I could tell, I didn't have many friends and if I wasn't so thrilled to have Anna as a friend I might have thought about dating her instead.

Another bar patron started talking at Anna. "Hey! Are you done with girl time over there? Some of us are thirsty."
Anna rolled her eyes but didn't even look in his direction as she said, "Carl, I know you're not talking to me like that, and if you snap your fingers at me one more time I will break them and send you home crying to your momma. Now is that what you want?" She finally looked over her shoulder at the older skinny man in the camo baseball hat. He shook his head violently. She just nodded and focused her attention back to me.

"The boy doesn't want me around anymore. I think I might be leaving town soon." I told her as she poured me a bourbon.

She placed the glass down in front of me. "Where will you go babe?" I shrugged and downed the whole glass. She refilled it without a second thought. I sipped this one slightly slower, still feeling the burn from the first one.

"I just know that I can't stay where I'm not wanted." She nodded and went back to tending to the other bar goers. A man, probably in his early 40s late 30s took the empty bar stool next to me. He wasn't anything special, looked like a businessman in his black and red suit. I took another sip of my bourbon and thought about where I would go. I could get a fresh start anywhere, do anything, live any life.

I was dragged out of my thoughts by the man next to me saying, "Hello Darling." He had a soft british accent and I got the feeling like he was familiar.

"Hi," I said, trying to sound cheery despite not feeling it. He looked at me, smiling, tilting his head to one side.

"You have no idea who I am do you?" He sounded almost amused at this.

I shook my head. "No sorry."

He waved it off like it was nothing. "That's all right. Tell me why are you drinking all alone?" He seemed nice enough, charming even. I figured, I had nothing to lose by talking to him.

Dean's POV
I slammed through the door of the bunker, Shane carrying the kid behind me. We made our way to one of the empty rooms closets to the entrance to the bunker. "Just put him right here," I said, patting the bed. Shane lowered Oliver down to the bed. "This curse was put on you. Why the kid?"

"I don't know." Shane breathed, looking like he was in pain.

Hayley chimed in, "You keep saying "curse." What curse?" I looked over at Sam.

Without answering her question, Sam just asked, "How long has this been happening?"

"Oh, well, I – since he turned seven a few months ago. It started with the dying, and then he stopped talking." I looked down at the kid and felt a little sick. He had died everyday for a few months.

Sam's voice cut through my thoughts. "Wait, seven? Age seven marks one of the first Greek rites of manhood."

I looked at him as if his nerd was leaking out again. "So, what? Are you saying the curse is hardwired into his programming? How do you know that?"

Hayley turned to talk to Shane, "Look at me. I'm sorry that I ran out on you all those years ago. I was scared. I didn't understand what was going on. But we have a child, and whatever you have, he has. I need to know how to stop it. What curse?" I figured it was time she knew what was going on with her son.

We all moved out of the bedroom to the war room and Sam explained everything to Hayley. I couldn't help but wonder where Lou was. We had been gone for a day or so, not long enough for her to cool down, but I had at least expected her to be hanging around in an oversized button up that she stole from one of us or sitting on a table reading a book when we busted through the door, but since we've been back, the bunker has been quite.

After Sam explained to the best of his abilities what was going on Hayley felt the need to summarize. "Okay, so Ollie's dad is a Greek God who has been cursed to die every day by Zeus. And you guys are...Ghostbusters. Am I getting this right?"

I had to hold myself back from rolling my eyes. Ghostbusters? Might as well compare us to the loser Ghostfacers. If Lou were here she would have mumbled "Who ya gonna call?" "Well, you know, due to the fact that your son is currently, albeit temporarily, dead, I'm gonna let that one slide."

"You have to realize this sounds crazy." There was the canned response Sammy and I have come to hate.

Before either of us could step in to comment, Shane took over. "It's true. I didn't believe it myself at first, but it's the only thing that makes sense."

I knew we were on a clock so I had to drop the niceties. "Look, the faster you wrap your brain around this, the faster we can solve the problem."

"Solve the problem? I-I'm just not even sure I understand the problem." Lou was always so much better at this part.

I tried my best. "All right. So, the way we usually handle this is we summon the bastard and we work him over until he undoes whatever it is he did."

"Summon Zeus?" Hayley looked at me like I had two heads.

"Yes."

"And if he doesn't want to undo it?"

"Then we take him out," Sam said, no hesitation.

I added, "And hopefully, the curse dies along with him." Though it was a hope. Nothing was definitive in this game but sometimes hunches are all you get.

Hayley started pacing. "This can't be happening." The kid finally woke up coughing. We all got up but it was Hayley that started moving. "This I can handle." Then she turned to go check on him.

I turned to Shane, ready to lay into him if he chose wrong. "Listen, you can run and hide and die for all eternity. It's your choice. But Sam and I are gonna go after Zeus... with or without you."

"I'm in." He chose right.

I decide that while Sammy and Shane where hitting the books, looking for anything to help with our God problem, I would go find Lou and… well I wasn't going to apologize to her. She was the one who ran away and locked herself in her room like some kid. I nearly broke the thing down before Sam stopped me.

I knocked on her door but there was no answer. I checked the handle and found it was unlocked and let myself in. The room was empty. The bed made. There was the shirt she was wearing the day we left discarded on the floor.

I walked out to the garage to see if her car was there. The concrete room was filled with a lot of awesome things, but her girly Shelby was not there. I ran a hand down my face. I hoped she didn't just take off because of what I said.

I left the garage to go back to the main room and let Sam know what was going on. I saw Sam and Shane reading over books. "Hey Sammy," Sam looked up from his book. "Lou is MIA so I'm gonna go track her down. You got this?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah just make sure she knows that we do want her here." I nodded and left the bunker, thinking about where she might go.

I went to the gas station, the dinner, the bookstore, the movie theater, but as the sun started to swing low in the sky, I thought I might try that bar she liked. When I pulled into the dirt parking lot, I instantly spotted her car. Thank god she was still here and hadn't run away. I put Baby in park and strode into the country bar, looking around to try and find her.

"What do you need?" A tall blonde asked me. She was wiping down the bar as I approached.

"I'm looking for Lou," I said hoping she would know who I was talking about. The blonde looked at me for a long while then a ghost of a smile crossed her face.

"You must be her boy. Dean right?" I nodded. "Our girl was here last night drinking to forget I'd wager. Drinking to forget you." She didn't quite understand the irony of the statement. I clenched my jaw and tried not to get too angry.

"Awesome. Where is she 'cause her car is parked outside." The bartender gave me a pitiful look.

"She left with some guy last night." She turned to help someone else at the bar. I wracked my brain. Lou left with some random guy last night.

I took out my phone to track hers, hoping she hadn't turned off the gps. She had. I called. She didn't answer.

"What guy?" I asked when she came back around to me.

"Some older guy. He was charming, making her laugh the whole damn night. He had a british accent. Look, from what I can tell you shouldn't even be jealous. You guys aren't together right?" The bartender asked but I was already moving towards the door. I knew who Lou was with. When I got outside, I called Sam.

"Hey Dean so check this out…" he started but I quickly cut him off.

"Crowley's got Lou." I nearly yelled it as I slammed the door of Baby shut, pushing the keys into the ignition.

"What?" Sam sounded panicked.

"Look you go help the kid and gank Zeus. I will get our girl back." I hung up before he could argue and sped out of the parking lot.

Lou's POV

I woke up in what seemed like a dog kennel. The bars where metal are cold to the touch and there was barely any room to do more than lay down and rest on my hands and knees. The room was dark and damp and somewhere in the distance there was water dripping. There were a pair of nicer looking dress shoes attached to someone next to me.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
A voice I didn't recognize yelled, "Shut up!" so I did. I layed down on my side and closed my eyes. To the world I might have looked asleep. I started at my toes checking each body part to see if there was any damage done.

There was something wrong with my ankle but I doubted it was broken. My ribs felt bruised and maybe cracked. Pain radiaded from both of my wrists, my throat hurt, and my head had a few jackhammers working in there.

Next I tried to map my surroundings. I opened my eyes and looked around, really looked. There was a chair on a platform behind me, a door in front of me. I instinctively knew that it was a guarded exit. There were no windows I could see. There were no other doors. There were pillars and this cage and that chair and that was it.

I looked at the cage I was in. There were symbols carved into the bars that I didn't understand. There was no door or lock or anything. It was just a box that I was trapped in like a ship in a bottle. I tried to keep my breathing even, I tried not to panic, but I felt tears run down my cheeks and I knew I was so close to cracking.

The door swung open and the man from the bar strode through followed by a man and a woman all wearing black suits. The man from the bar looked down at me and I did my best not to shrink away from his gaze. "Hello, darling. Are you comfortable?" I didn't say anything. I lowered my head as he kneeled down to get a better look. Then I heard him snap his fingers and the cage vanished. I meant to bolt upright and I did, much to my head's displeasure. Black filled my vision but I shook it off.

That's when I noticed the chains around my wrists, around my ankles, around my neck. I might not have been in the cage anymore but I wasn't free. "Now pet, can you be a dear and tell me where my prophet is?"

I stumbled slightly. "Look, I don't even know who you are. I can't remember anything besides the past 2 months."

The man looked at me, a smile playing across his face. "Well darling, I'm Crowley, King of Hell. We are going to have so much fun."

Then I couldn't help it. It was a reflex. Like acid reflux. I had sarcastic bitch reflux. "Crowley? Like that douche bag Aleister Crowley?"

So what do you think? Sorry for the cliffhanger. I couldn't help myself.