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More than a Feeling.

Dean.

"Purity ring?" Dean asked, trying to watch the road and look at Castiel simultaneously.

"She was saving herself for marriage," Castiel informed him. Dean was still confused which made Sam snort in amusement. With his brother's track record, he expected him to have a collection of purity rings by now.

"She's a virgin Dean." Sam said seriously, watching as a faint blush covered his brothers cheeks. He struggled to keep a straight face, he had never seen Dean remotely embarrassed about something related to sex. He could almost see the cogs turning in his brain.

"Wait, she's never had sex?" Dean said, Castiel nodded in confirmation. "9000 years and she's never had sex? Ever?"

"Is it really that hard to believe? Not everyone's a nymphomaniac Dean," Sam told him. Dean smacked him over the back of the head.

"I am not a nympho dude," Dean berated him.

"Dean, you have a problem going three days without getting laid," Sam chuckled slightly. Dean glared at him from the corner of his eye.

"Please can we focus?" Castiel drew them back to the matter at hand. The brothers looked ashamed.

"Where is she Cas? Where could she be?" Dean asked brokenly. As he pulled over to the side of the road Castiel checked no other cars were following them before placing a hand on each of their heads, and they blinked out of existence.

***

They reappeared inside a large estate surrounded by tall walls and a wrought iron gate. Castiel lead them to the front door before he stopped.

"Angel proofing," He explained. "You're on your own from here." Dean picked the lock and the brothers fumbled inside. They wandered aimlessly through the enormous house before stumbling across a study. Sam knelt on the floor and began to pick the lock on the huge oak door but suddenly the door was opened and Sam's eye level was somewhere he didn't want it to be. He looked up to see a man arch his eyebrow at him.

"You're either really bad burglars, or hunters. From the way you're dressed, I'm assuming hunters," he said sardonically.

"What's wrong with the way we dress?" Dean asked, looking toward Sam. Sam shrugged, getting to his feet.

"I assume you're here for the colt." Crowley said, rolling his eyes.

"Er, yeah," Dean said slowly. This demon was far too direct and it knocked him out of his comfort zone. Crowley turned and walked to his desk, signalling for the boys to follow. Sam and Dean looked at each other unsurely before following him in. He opened a draw and pulled out the colt, handing it straight to Dean. Dean looked at it curiously before turning it on Crowley and pulling the trigger. Nothing happened.

"Oh, you'll be needing the bullets," Crowley said, as though he had not just been shot at. Sam and Dean looked at each other in confusion again, this was not normal Demon behaviour. As Crowley handed over the bullets he did not let go of the box until Dean met his eyes.

"You take these bullets, and you land one between the bastards eyes." He said solemnly.

"No need to worry about that, he's dying. Tonight." Dean said darkly. Crowley nodded before disappearing.

"What was his problem?" Sam asked as they walked out of the house.

"Bela Talbot." Castiel interrupted.

"What?" Dean asked, looking over.

"She was his lover." Castiel told him. Dean raised an eyebrow at this new information, he had not expected that. Castiel suddenly looked worried.

"Cas? What's wrong?" Dean asked.

"Leigh just lost consciousness, again." he said.

"Again?" Dean asked angrily.

"I think she's dreaming," Castiel continued. "I have to go and speak to her." Dean nodded solemnly, and the three of them got back into the impala and began the drive down the highway.

Leigh.

Leigh blinked and slowly opened her eyes. She attempted to sit up but groaned loudly before lying down again. It felt like someone had combined every hangover she had had over the past nine thousand years and put them all in her head simultaneously. Tears rolled down the sides of her face as she lay on the cold stone floor. She was going to die in this room, she was sure of it. She had thought she was stronger than this, thought she would be able to hold out longer.

Leigh never thought it would only take an iron bar and Alistair's promise to take the one thing she had protected with her lives, all 152 of them. She could feel herself growing weaker as she slowly lost the will to live and blood loss began to affect her eyesight. She heard a harsh laugh behind her and instantaneously knew that Lucifer had come to gloat. She shut her eyes and prayed for the floor to swallow her whole. She was not so fortunate.

"Did you know that up until five minutes ago, Dean Winchester had never even heard of a purity ring?" He taunted, walking up behind her. Leigh remained silent, she would not give him the satisfaction of an answer. It was hardly a secret that Dean was no virgin, she had not expected anything different but her father clearly found this as some sort of psychological torture. She held her breath and clamped her eyes firmly shut as he lifted her off the floor. She so badly wanted to scream, the pain in her side growing as blood continued to seep out. Her head felt heavy as it lolled onto his chest, she was having trouble controlling her movements. She breathed out slowly, trying desperately not to show any pain. She failed however when he 'accidentally' placed a hand on the stab wound in her side and she gasped and choked back a sob. Lucifer lay her down on a bed which seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"If you gave Sam to me, this would all be over," he said solemnly. "I can't find them, Castiel has ensured no angel can. Tell me where they're going Kayleigh." He stroked her hair back from her face, somehow looking like a loving father. Leigh kept her eyes closed, she knew how persuasive he could be when he tried and she wanted no part in bringing Sam to him. Lucifer sighed slowly and once again placed his hand on her side. She felt warmth spread through her side as he healed the wound.

Leigh opened her eyes in wonder, why was he healing her? He was never kind, he was the devil for Christ's sake. He looked at her, his eyes void of any emotion.

"You're no use to me dead." he informed her solemnly. She knew it was not out of the goodness of his heart. She almost snorted at the thought, he did not have a heart. Her life was just a matter of convenience to him. Why could she not just have a normal family? With two parents who loved her. Two human parents would be nice, instead she had an angel gone bad and a rape victim. Her mothers always died giving birth to her and she was always an orphan in the eyes of the law. Castiel was the only consistent thing in her life, why could he not be her father? She sighed as she realised she was being selfish, this was meant to happen, for the good of the planet. Once her side had healed Lucifer raised his hand to her head, she assumed he would heal that too, but the wound appeared superficial to him. If it was not going to kill her anytime soon, he was not going to fix it. Instead he placed his hand on her forehead and sent her to sleep, the next wave of torture would have more of an effect if he gave her the chance to rest first. He was Lucifer - the original sadist.

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