Lucifer let out a scream of both anger and agony. "Cas!" he shouted. "You turned him human before you killed him, didn't you?" He turned to Amara, realizing he was no longer bound. "That's why the heat of his Grace disappeared."

Amara glanced up then went back to examining her nails. "It was very human and very painful. And Angel wings would have ruined the decor." She flicked her wrist and Lucifer felt the ropes bind his hands and yank him so that he hung painfully by his wrists from a high beam on the ceiling.

Lucifer let out another agonized cry as he saw the trench-coated body, turned on its side, blood pooling from underneath it. "No! Cassie!" He struggled, trying to break free and reach his brother. "Cassie!"

"Oh shut up," she snapped. "He's gone, your baby brother is gone. Accept it."

Lucifer raised his head, locking eyes. "Amara," he said slowly. "They're coming, Cas prayed earlier. They know the location of where we are, and despite their flaws, the Winchester's are far from being stupid. It's going to be too easy, they'll realize. Especially if Gabe's there."

For a split second fear seemed to flash in Amara's eyes. "Let them come," she said. "I will slaughter them, all but Dean, and he will watch his brother die."

"I'd like to see you try," Lucifer snarled. "There's no strength like that being driven by loss and love."

Sam groaned and rolled over, bumping against something warm and soft which he recognized to be his brother. Slowly, he pried open his eyes to a soft light coming through the open window. The clock on the bedside table read 6:45am.

Cas... Memories flooded in to Sam's head, Dean's terrified, grief strikes face, Gabriel sinking to his knees, Cas dead. He had hoped so desperately it had just been a dream.

Dean groaned in his sleep, it sounded pained.

"Dean," Sam whispered, nudging his brother. "Hey, wake up."

Dean blinked, green slivers of his eyes just visible as he squinted around. "Sam," he said. "Please tell me last night was a dream." He was hardly awake but begging, Sam realized painfully. Begging for Sam to tell him Cas was still alive, a lie Sam could not bear tell.

"I was hoping you could tell me that," Sam sighed. "God I'm sorry."

Dean fell silent. He blinked harshly and sat up. "Do we have any food?" he asked.

"Crowley gets us in thirteen minutes, we wouldn't have time. I have a granola bar for each of us though, and some jerky." Sam knew Dean was trying to steer the conversation away from Cas and feelings and was more than happy to oblige. "Here," he said, standing and digging through the pockets of his jacket and pulling out a granola and a packet of jerky.

Dean unwrapped his and sat there staring at it. He made no move to eat until Sam found the second one and began to chow down. "Do you think Crowley will show?" Dean asked, taking a bite.

"Yeah," Sam said. "He'd be an idiot not to."

"Yeah."

They sat in silence, finishing the meager supply of food they had, ignoring the blatantly obvious question: after this, then what? Sam spared a glance at the clock, seeing it was 6:57am, and said softly, "let's go."

They stood, walking down the long, quiet hallway and quickly checking out of the room they had reserved under the names Jacob and Nathan Snow. The attractive young man at the front desk bid them a good day and winked at Dean who forced himself to smile back. Sam put a hand on his brothers back and pushed him along. "You good?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Dean replied, his voice cracking. He looked down at his phone. "Seven. Crowley should be here any second."

"Hello Moose, Squirrel. How's everything?" Crowley appeared behind them. "Oh," he said, seeing their faces, Dean's grieving eyes. "I take it things aren't well."

"Hello Crowley," said Gabriel's voice behind Crowley. "I'll be joining you, I take it that the Winchesters did not inform you."

"No, they did neglect to mention that. Hello Gabriel, thought you were dead."

"You and most of Heaven," Gabriel replied cooly. "Take them, I'll meet you. I don't have enough mojo to do loads of stuff but I can transport."

"Right," Sam said, clapping his hands. "Abandoned hospital, I asked the hotel staff about it when I was checking in." Dean shot him a sharp look. "Sorry I didn't tell you Dean," Sam added. "But it's only thirty miles from here, closed in 1845 due to medical experiments performed by doctors. You know, it's perfect for a haunting and for a hiding place."

"Great," Dean said. "Get us there."

Crowley nodded. He grabbed both of their arms, turned to Gabriel and said, "see you there."

Dean had the familiar notion of being squeezed through a tube, his body pressed against Crowley's and Sam's, sandwiched in between. The breath was squeezed out of his lungs and the second he hit solid ground he let out a gasping cough. "Never again," he swore.

"You're welcome," Crowley said. "Now, do you want me to stay and fight or leave?"

"Fighting would be preferable," Sam told him. "Most likely this is a trap. Gabriel," he said, turning to the angel who had just appeared behind them. "Who else in Heaven knew you were alive?"

Gabriel's eyes widened. "Lucifer," he said. "Lucifer knew I was alive."

"You are giving us both a run through of all of this when and if we get out," Dean said, throwing his hands us. "Cause I'm lost. We thought Lucifer killed you, how does he know you're alive?

"We're getting out of here," Sam said. "All of us, don't you dare say 'if'."

"Not all of us," Gabriel whispered sadly.

Crowley seemed catch on. "Oh." He looked around. "We'd better move. Start going in before she bloody sees us."

"Wait," Sam said. "Gabe, Lucifer could have told her that you were alive, this is most likely a trap set specifically for you."

Gabriel nodded. "Luci would have used my existence to scare her with the prospect of another Archangel. It's very likely she knows."

"Okay..." Sam said. "Then stay outside till I text you, let you know it's safe."

Gabriel look unhappy with this arrangement but nodded. "It's for the best," he muttered. "I can get Amara down with Lucifer's help."

Crowley raised his hand. "Where do I come in?" he asked.

Dean glared at him. "We should have discussed this before," he said. "Crowley, you take down as many demons you can if she has them while Sam and I go looking for her and Lucifer." He couldn't bring himself to mention the third member of the party. "Sam, once we see her, you stay outside the room or whatever, no going near Lucifer. Text Gabe and tell him to come, then he releases Lucifer and you two work on getting her down so I can kill her."

Sam nodded, glancing around at Gabe and Crowley, both of whom looked slightly resentful of their part to play. "But Dean," Sam said. "If she's hurting you, I am going in there. Screw Lucifer."

Gabriel coughed. "Keep in mind that's my big brother Sam, and if you kill him, I'll kill yours."

Sam glared at him. "Because you never have before?"

"Shut it Sasquatch."

"Hate to alarm you," Crowley interrupted. "But we haven't got all day."

"Right," Dean said, tucking the pistol into his belt along with the Ruby's knife and an Angel blade. "Ready or not, here we fucking come Amara."