We found a room an hour later, at a hotel. Luckily for us there were adjoined rooms available.

I had woken Sam up just before, so we could stop and have a bite to eat.

I wanted to grab a fruit salad but my stomach churned at the thought, and I pouted in response.

"Why can't I keep anything besides ground beef, and melted cheese down?" I muttered, frowning.

"It's Dean's kid, what did you expect?" Sam deadpanned, before showing me something that might work.

The grilled chicken asiago, with lettuce and bacon on a whole wheat bun.

I ordered that along with some seasoned fries, and a Sprite to hopefully settle my stomach.

"Aww… Bless its little heart it knows it's Daddy's preference." Dean muttered with an eye roll.

"How exactly do you stay so fit when you eat like a trucker at a rest stop?" I asked, with a wrinkled nose.

"Good genetics." Dean shrugged.

"Right, remind me to thank you when I am puking my guts out, or have bad heartburn later on." I quipped.

"Babe…" he began but stopped when I narrowed my eyes at him, causing his eyes to widen.

He lifted his hands up in surrender before shaking his head. "Touchy." He muttered.

"You might want to stop patronizing her. She is going to blow soon and if she does, this won't be good. For any of us." Castiel interfered.

"Alright…alright." Dean muttered, before shaking his head.

"So, sleeping arrangements?" Sam asked as the waitress brought our drinks.

She stared at Sam before her eyes fell on Dean, licking her lips as she gave him a salacious smile.

I curled my fingers around the knife, fighting the need to throw it at her as a hand suddenly clamped around mine.

"Easy, honey. You know you're the only one for me." Dean said, as he pulled me into his side, before placing a hand over my flat stomach.

"Sleeping arrangements?" Sam repeated.

"Right. Castiel will be staying in the room with me. You and Dean can keep bunking together." I replied as I tried to calm myself.

"Wait, no. How is that going to work? We're helpmates. I don't — I don't want to be away from you and the— the baby." Dean said, frowning.

I was about to reply that we would be just past the door when my eyes fell on the figure staring at us by the bathroom

"I'll be right back." I muttered as I moved to go to the bathroom.

I had only reached the hallway of the bathrooms when I was yanked roughly to the side.

I turned to see the waitress from earlier, this time black eyes staring back at me.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Isabella Swan." It said with narrowed eyes.

"Nope. You're wrong. That is not my name." I replied, flexing my fingers and watching it get pinned to the wall.

"Are you not the daughter of Renee and Charles Swan?" It asked, confused.

"Nope. You might want to get up to date on that. My name is Lailah Seraphina, daughter of Michael and Charmeine. You have no power here, so I suggest you leave." I replied.

"This is my turf, and you don't think I have enough power to hurt you?" It scoffed frowning again.

"Oh, I know you don't. You are nothing but a servant, a mere worm to Lucifer, and you think he'll give you territory? He hates all of you. He lied to you, filling you head with false promises so you would all side with him when he was cast out. Tell me, how does it feel to get beaten for failing each time he sends you up here?" I asked as it growled at me in response.

"Lailah, stop playing with that thing. You're going to kill the host." Castiel said,as he walked to where I was.

"Ah, Castiel. You! I do know about. Seraph. Right?" It asked it with a scoff.

"Correct. You also must know that by you threatening my niece it's automatic death…" He replied as the things eyes grew horrified.

"You can't kill me. I'll just get sent back to hell. Big deal." The thing scoffed.

"Not how I do it. When I do something I do it thoroughly." I replied, seriously. "Any last words?" I asked.

"Burn in hell." It growled.

"Wrong thing to say. I am not the abomination here, you are." I replied, as I lifted my hand, watching as it lifted into the air, gasping at the hold on its neck.

I watched as it began to claw at its neck desperately before I sealed it's mouth. "Nice try. But you won't escape." I said with an amused smirk.

As it began to struggle more, I smirked, before twisting my hand, and pushing it up into the air, and watching as the ball of holy fire began to burn it from the inside out.

It let out muffled scream in agony as it slowly began to burn from the inside out.

"You are killing the host." Castiel pointed out, stoically.

"She knew this was a possibility. She allowed the possession because of the strength and other abilities she would gain. She never thought she could be over powered." I explained as nothing but a pile of ash was left where the thing once stood.

Castiel looked at me before shaking his head, "You truly will be merciless once the time comes, won't you?" He asked.

"No. I am only merciless when they try to hurt me or my family. That one knew of my human parents, I couldn't let it walk away and tell them where to find me. All demons are connected." I explained as he shook his head at me and guided me back towards the table.

"It still doesn't explain why you charred the host along with it." Castiel muttered.

"If I wanted to kill it, it had to be like this. I didn't have that bitch Ruby's demon killing knife or the time to create one of my own. Now, let's go. I am hungry." I muttered as I watch Dean rush over to us.