Lilly was pacing back and forth, Tyler sat in a chair that was off a ways from her. They both looked incredibly concerned, Lilly more than Tyler. They had been waiting for hours and Lilly began to get impatient.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it." Her voice grew louder and stronger with each word she said. Tyler stood, cautiously approaching his girlfriend of now six months.

"Lilly. . ?"

"What." It wasn't an answer, it wasn't a question. Just a word that currently meant nothing to her, she was worried, she was scared. Sam Winchester, an angel and some kind of demon had been at their school. How was she even supposed to react to that? She wasn't prepared for anything. Lilly and Tyler just got in his car, driving off to Summer's safe spot, hoping to god she would be there. She wasn't and that made Lilly more worried than Tyler.

"There's nothing to be worried about, She's fine. You know she can take care of herself." Lilly ran her fingers through her dark, auburn bangs that covered her eyebrows.

"There is something wrong. I feel it. Something's happened." There was a gentle rustle of skin against skin, and Tyler wrapped his arms around her hips, as if it would help any.

"At least we're safe. That's all that matters now. It's not that I don't care about her, I do. Just relax, she's smart." Lilly carelessly pulled away from Tyler's touch, as if it meant nothing to her.

"How can you just think about us right now? My best friend since grade school is in trouble with a damn Winchester up her ass, how am I supposed to react?!" Tyler immediately shrunk back a bit, Lilly wasn't someone to mess with when she had mixed emotions going on. She didn't expect an answer from him and he didn't give one.

Lilly knew the place like the back of her hand, so she had no trouble getting around. It was pretty much her own home, she'd been there so many times it could technically be where she lived. Tyler on the other hand, was no good at coordinating through the labyrinth of rooms and hallways that all looked the same to him. He followed his irritated girlfriend around, unsure of what to do. Finally, Lilly had enough.

"Why don't you go explore around? Get used to the place. It would do me good as much as it would you." There was a bit of an argument, but Tyler eventually sauntered off, sucking in every detail of the old house. It was nearly an hour before he came sidling back. He seemed to have a cautious bounce in his step. He looked behind him as he approached Lilly, then pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.

"Uh. . . She has a-"

"Torture chamber room in her basement. Yeah, I know. She's never used it, by the way." He looked very disturbed, but decided to not bother her anymore than he already did.

The hours of silence made up for the anger that secluded her mind. Eventually Lilly softened and allowed herself to forgive Tyler for his opinion. She hated it and she hated even more to admit that he was probably right. Summer was a strong girl, she was smart and Lilly could only assume that she was able to outthink whoever those people were. It was probably impossible to outthink a Winchester, but if anyone could do it, it was her. Lilly was terrified for her friend, she didn't doubt her, but she was scared she may have been wrong. The feeling in her stomach didn't go away no matter how many times herself and Tyler tried to reassure her that everything was okay.

Despite how well Lilly knew the place, she jumped at every sound or shadow, her nerves tingled with fear and suspicion and the feeling of foreboding burned in her chest. A chill suddenly ran up her spine as she heard a 'whoosh' and a large gust of air blew her hair in front of her eyes.

"Oh my god. . ." Tyler's voice was small and his words came out as a forced squeak. Lilly only had to twist her head slightly to see the four figures that stood on the other side of the room. She immediately recognized the Winchester, as he was much taller than the other three that stood there. She turned around fully, and there stood Summer between the Winchester and the one that had a trench coat on. Summer blinked and stepped away from the trio, sidling up to Lilly as if there wasn't anything wrong.

"So. . . What? Are you working with them now? What was all the running for then?" Lilly asked as Summer approached her. Lilly had a way with making things sound funny even though they were bothering her, and Summer could tell she was uneasy with what her eyes saw.

"I didn't know what they wanted, all I knew was to keep you safe. You're my friend, they're not a good group to hang around. I assumed they wanted you or Tyler, I assumed wrong." Lilly never felt so insecure about trusting her best friend before, but she decided to buck up and get over the fact that being secluded and cutting off any connection with her friend would make her safe. Lilly's eyes left Summer's face and she took a good, long look at the three men that stood on the other side of the room still, obviously keeping their distance. Summer turned to look at them as well and she introduced the three of them. She pointed to the tall one first.

"That's the Winchester. More specifically, Sam. He's the younger brother." Now that Lilly had a longer look at him, the resemblance between Sam and Tyler was striking. Both of them had the same shade of hair and its length was just about the same. Tyler wasn't as tall as him, but both of them had a scrawny look to them, although you could tell that neither of them were. Sam wore a loose pair of jeans, a T-shirt, red flannel over the T-shirt and over all of that he had a grayish blue jacket.

"That," Summer began, pointing to the guy in the trench coat. "Is Castiel. He's an angel."

"An angel?"

"An angel." Lilly frowned, more disturbed than she was confused. He wore a blue tie over a white button down shirt. Over the tie was a black jacket, one of those cheap formal ones. And over all of that, he wore the trench coat. Finally, Summer pointed to the last guy, who looked like he might've been a billionaire.

"That's Crowley. He's the King of Hell." She introduced him with no tone in her voice and Lilly knew that she didn't like him one bit, and if Summer didn't like him, he was probably trouble. He wore an incredibly expensive suit, and it was black, along with everything else he wore. They only color that really stood out was his tie, which was a very dark purple. He just looked, well, dark. All three of them looked like they were dressed for winter, even though it was at least 80 outside. Castiel turned to Summer, his eyes squinted as if he couldn't see.

"What are we doing here?" He asked, his eyes switching from Tyler, to Lilly, then back to Summer.

"I kinda assumed you guys didn't want to stand around after I disappeared to ask these guys if they wanted to go with me." Summer replied to Castiel. Then she turned to Lilly again, giving her a slight smile.

"So? You wanna tag along?" Lilly stared at her friend, searching for sarcasm in her words. She found none, which satisfied her. A playful grin parted Lilly's lips, revealing her perfect teeth.

"Hell yeah I wanna go. I can't miss tagging along with a Winchester, the King of Hell and an angel." Tyler suddenly jumped in, cutting Lilly off.

"Wait! Don't you think it's dangerous? I mean, the King of Hell is standing right in front of us. He can do whatever he wants with us, all three of them can." His words killed her buzz of excitement and instead raised a sticky question.

"They wouldn't dare. Not with me around." Summer said, turning and giving the trio a look that made them all look away except for Sam. Lilly rolled her eyes, her memories of her best friend and her view on her obscured the truth.

"Um, Summer? There's a demon and an angel standing right there, they can do whatever they want with us." Summer looked into a corner, interested in the grooves that lay behind the wallpaper. Lilly watched as Summer's fingers traveled through her hair, brushing it out of the way, displaying her nervousness.

"No, they won't because I have more power than the both of them combined."

Lilly had decided to tag along, but it took a bit of explaining and persuading for both Tyler and Lilly. Both couldn't quite comprehend what I actually was, I tried talking stupid, but it didn't work either. I explained to them whatever stuck, which wasn't much. Lilly didn't need as much explaining as Tyler did, his concern for her safety was what got him in, he couldn't convince her otherwise and in his inability to do so, he made up his mind to go with us all. Crowley sighed in exasperation when the three of us came to a conclusion.

"Great, a nerd trio. Just what we needed."

"Alright, so first of all, we have to actually find out where Dean is, as soon as we know where, we can get to him." Everyone was either sitting or standing at one of the large tables that were placed in the middle of the room of what Sam called "The Bunker". Crowley, Castiel and I all stood around the table, while Tyler, Sam and Lilly sat. Lilly was shoveling some mac cheese that Sam happened to have left over, which was unsanitary, if you asked me. It wasn't my problem and I didn't want to make it a problem, so I kept my mouth shut about it and tried not to look at her.

"So. . . pretty much all you're doing is sitting around and reading the newspaper?" Crowley showed no interest in helping us and I didn't care, it wasn't my place to care.

"No, we're not just going to be reading the newspaper. Lilly, Castiel and I will be filling in when we can, which will probably consist of reading the newspaper."I knew Crowley had left awhile ago, but I continued to explain what I had originally intended on us doing. Sam was already typing away on his laptop, Lilly continued to stuff her face with the cheesey noodles, and Tyler was unfortunately sitting very uncomfortably next to Sam, who made no gesture to speak to him was silence except for the chewing coming from Lilly, and the typing coming from Sam. I let my mind wander off, which didn't take much thought at all. I wasn't paying attention to what I was thinking until Crowley crossed my mind. I stared at the wall, unable to keep my thoughts off of him. I slowly slid into the metal chair that sat in front of me, my legs somehow weakening. I didn't like him, his snide comments and how he always talked in an undertone annoyed me beyond belief. You could say I hated him, but hate was a strong word. He was closest to my emotion of hate, but not close enough to say he was one of my most hated people. It must have been a childhood thing, the undertone, he must've been ignored as a kid and just talked to himself because he was the only company he knew of. If that was it, I shared the same feelings as he did. My childhood was difficult, as a human. I was constantly ignored, and I was the only one that listened to myself. As an angel in heaven, however, it was much different. I got so much attention it was almost uncomfortable for me. Gabriel constantly asked if he was God's favorite, Gadreel pestered me on staying out of trouble, before Lucifer fell, he told me all about our Father, everything he knew, and he told me to love him, even if he hated me. Michael was no different, he told me to love God, but make enough room to love his creations, once in awhile, he would allow me to make creations of my own. Gabriel had me get away with several things, and since I was much more powerful than he was, he let me perfect his idea of a platypus and the elephant. It was all his original idea, but God only let me do the creating, other than him. Intense memories of my favorite brother flooded my mind, but I only let one in.

"Aw, come on, Summer. Poke it! It won't do anything, I promise." I stared at the strange, furry creature. I had never seen anything like it. It had four flippers, two in the back and two in the front on either side of its body. The strange thing was, that it had a bill, and I felt like it was wrong, wrong of it to be furry and warm and a water creature. I looked up at the face of my older brother, his gentle sun-in-the-whiskey eyes glimmered with innocence. His sandy hair was swept back and a small smile pierced his lips as he gestured to the creature. I looked back at the brown ball of short fuzz, leaning forward to the statue-like ball. I originally intended to stroke it with my finger, but as soon as your finger was a hairs breadth away from the short fur, it moved. I shrieked and jumped back, and my ears were greeted with the sound of Gabriel's laugh. I stared at the moving creature. It had a tail that I hadn't noticed, and it flipped around violently. Gabriel stepped forward and scooped it up into his arms, and immediately the creature calmed, it's dark brown eyes glimmered with interest as it stared at me.

"See? Isn't he cute? Completely harmless." Gabriel smiled at me, holding the creature out for me to touch again. I shied away at first, unsure if it would flail about again. It didn't move, instead continuing to stare at me with the bright, curious eyes. I cautiously ran my finger over the soft fur, expecting it to move as it had before. Gabriel held the creature in the crook of his arm, taking my hand and forcing me to stroke the animal.

"W-what is it?" It was a few seconds for me to get accustomed to the creatures feel, it was very soft, and its fur was incredibly silky.

"I call it a platypus."