So if you love me, let me go.

"Thanks, Lisa, I'll speak to the student as soon as I can. I apologize for his behavior as he does represent the program, as well as the school." I say, a sigh escaping my mouth as I sit on the phone with a woman complaining about a student in the program. "Yes, I understand, and I'm not making excuses at all. Like I said, I'll speak to him as soon as I can."

I roll my eyes at the woman bickering on the other end of the phone, "Alright. You too, enjoy your evening." And I hang up, almost too quickly. I let out a long breath and lean back into my seat as I hold my head in my hands, wanting nothing more than for this day to end.

It's been a coupe of weeks since I've seen Sam, and this heaviness has been following me, as if I know something bad is going to happen or already has. It's hard to not worry constantly about the people you care about when you know they hunt some of the world's most dangerous creatures. I let out a sigh as I stand up, collecting everything I need for the next few days.

I stuff my papers and laptop into my large leather tote, making sure I have everything for marking during my break. I do a double check of the office to ensure that I have all of my belongings and I nod at myself, reaching for my keys and walking out of the office, locking it behind me.

I head to my car, the brisk air hitting my cheeks and I pull my jacket closer to my body, absorbing all of the heat that I possibly can. I take a deep breath as I get to my car. Using my keys, I unlock the vehicle and sit inside, putting my tote in the passenger seat. I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket and I pull it out, answering it immediately.

"Hello?" I say with a defeated tone.

"Faith are you okay?" I hear Sam's worried voice on the other line and I sigh, rest my head on my hand.

"I'll be fine. How's your day going?" I ask, ignoring his question and not wanting to talk about it anymore.

I hear him clear his throat, "It's, uh, going fine. Same shit, different day, I guess. Your break starts now, right?" I nod, not really knowing how to continue this conversation.

"Yeah, for a week. It's much needed." I say with a small snort.

"Why? What's going on?" I hear him persist and I sigh, really not wanting to talk about my horrendous week. "Come on, you have to talk to someone. You can't bottle everything up."

I shrug, "Well, I can."

I hear him groan, "Come on, don't be so stubborn. What's going on in the life of Faith?"

I sigh once more, "Just stupid kids being stupid kids. Lots of marking, lots of telling kids they've failed, lots of problems." I say quietly, "It's just a lot right now and I don't know how to handle all of it. Plus, Scott and I's anniversary is next week, so I'm just a bit flustered I think."

"Oh." Sam says quietly, I sigh, why did I tell him about that? "I think anyone would be flustered over that reminder. I'm sorry that works been stressful, and people have been acting up. I wish I could help."

I shrug, "Not much you can do from where you are." I tell him lightly, chuckling.

"I wish I could come see you." He says, sighing. "I miss you so much."

I grin, "I miss you too. We'll see each-other soon. I know hunting can be a lot to handle." I hear him clear his throat, obviously nervous around the subject of hunting. I raise my eyebrow, feeling like somethings wrong. "Everything is okay, isn't it?"

"Y-yeah, it's fine."

I groan, "Sam, don't tell me to vent when you're not going to do the same."

"There's just a lot going on right now. A lot of things that can really change everything, and I don't want to worry you by talking about it." I shake my head, confused with what he's talking about.

"Like what, an apocalypse?" I say lightly, chuckling at my own joke.

"Uh, that's exactly what I'm talking about."

My eyes widen, and I shake my head, "Jesus Christ."

"Yeah, well, just another day in the life, right?" I chuckle, shaking my head at his corny line. "I should get going though, we have some things we have to take care of, but I'll call you later, alright?"

I nod, "Sounds good." I take a deep breath, "Be safe please, Sam."

I hear him chuckle faintly, "Of course, my love." And with that, he hangs up, leaving me alone in my car.

"Hey!" I shout at Lucifer who's filling a hole. I walk closer to him, readying the shotgun. The man turns to me, dropping the shovel in his hands. "You wanted to see me?"

Lucifer tilts his head, "Oh, Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you, not really." Dean comes up beside me and glares at the man in front of him.

"Yeah? Well, I'd hurt you." he says, pointing the gun at Lucifer, point-blank to the forehead. "So, suck it." and on cue, he fires the gun, shooting Lucifer. Lucifer collapses and we just stand there, watching the corpse for a moment. I let out a relieved sigh, finally.

My eyes widen when Lucifer inhales and shifts his position. "Ow." The man stands up, looking at my horrified expression. "Where did you get that?" He asks before punching Dean who flies into a tree. I watch my brother land on the ground with a thump, and then turn back to Lucifer. "Don't feel too bad, Sam. There's only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill, and I just happen to be one of them, but if you give me a minute, I'm almost done."

I watch as he picks up the shovel and moves dirt. I take this as my chance to get over to Dean, checking his pulse and making sure he's still alive. "You know, I don't suppose you'd just say yes here and now?" I stand up, glaring at him. "End this whole tiresome discussion? That's crazy, right?"

"It's never going to happen!" I shout at him, letting him know I'll never agree to his request. I watch as he continues filling the hole he's created in the ground.

"Oh, I don't know, Sam, I think it will. I think it'll happen soon, within six months, and I think it'll happen in Detroit." I look at him confused, then shake the vulnerable expression off my face.

"You listen to me, you son of a bitch, I'm going to kill myself, you understand me? I'm going to rip your heart out!"

He chuckles, "That's good, Sam, you keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage, I'm going to need it."

I calm down, not wanting to feed into his desire to see me angry. I look around at the men who are still doing nothing. "What did you do? What did you do to this town?"

"Oh, I was very generous with this town. One demon for every able-bodied man."

"And the rest of them?"

He pauses, "In there. I know, it's awful, but these horsemen are so demanding. So it was women and children first. I know what you must think of me, Sam, but I have to do this, I have to. You of all people should understand."

I raise my eyebrow, "What does that mean?"

He drops the shovel, "I was a son, a brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved, idolized in fact, and one day I went to him and I begged him to stand with me, and Michael- Michael turned on me. Called me a freak. A monster. Then he beat me down. All because I was different, because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something, Sam, any of this sound familiar?" he lets out a breath, "Anyway, you'll have to excuse me. Midnight is calling, and I have a ritual to finish, and some places to visit." He looks over at me with a smirk, "Don't go anywhere, not that you could if you would."

I rush back to Dean, leaving Lucifer to the hole with his demons. They're summoning Death, and no one can stop him.

I let out a sigh as I walk from the kitchen into the living room in hopes of setting out the fire. I stop in my tracks as I notice a man sitting on my couch, facing the flames. I take a deep breath and stay in my position in the hallway, carefully paying attention to the unexpected guest. With a turn of his head, I feel my whole body tense up, recognizing him. "Hello, Faith." He says with a slight smirk plastered on his face.

I feel my heart pound in my chest and feeling myself become nauseous. "What are you doing here?" I hiss at him, wanting nothing more for him to leave. He slowly stands up, walking over to me and closing in the space between us.

"Remember when I helped you out with that tart? Scott's tart?" I narrow my gaze at him, standing my ground and trying not to burst out in tears in front of Lucifer himself. "Well, now I need a favor, and I wish I could tell you have a choice, but you don't."

"What do you want?" I spit at him, not wanting to dance around his proposal.

He smiles at me, moving his hand to run through my hair. I wince at his touch and turn away from him. "I need your lover boy, Sam, and he's going to be faced with a pretty big, pretty life changing situation, and I need you to push him to say yes."

"What are you doing to him?"

"What am I doing to him? Nothing. It's his destiny, he's mine and always has been. He's my vessel, and I need him to agree before anything else can happen. If he comes to you, you must tell him to do it, you must push him to agree sooner than later, or we're going to have a problem."

I shake my head, "I'll never let him agree with your dirty work."

Lucifer chuckles, shaking his index finger, "You don't have a choice. If you stand in between of Sam and I, I'll kill him in front of you and bring him back against his will and possess his body. I'm just giving you the nicer choice first. Capiche?" I look into his eyes and spit in his face, disgusted with him. I feel my body slam against a wall and a tight grip around my throat. "You're such a feisty girl. Remember when you made the deal with me? I help you out, you return the favor. Here's the favor." He says, tightening his grip around my throat. I cry out in pain, reaching for his hands but not being able to pull them from my neck.

I struggle in his grip and try to get him off, but I fail horribly. "I told Sam I would trick him, but this isn't a trick. It's you telling him what you know is best, and he'll listen to you above anyone else." He leans closer to me, pressing his lips against my ear, "I won't kill you or him if he agrees, but I won't promise that if he struggles."

I nod which pleases Lucifer, causing him to drop me on my knees. I sit on the floor sobbing in hysterics as he smirks, "Good talk, peach." And leaves me alone with the biggest weight of guilt I've ever carried in my life.