Free to Be You and Me

Adonia lied in an empty bed on the right side. The sheets were porcelain white and the blanket was a deep red. She was trying to sleep but had many dreams to make her feel unpleasant. She inhaled, then exhaled deeply. She opened her eyes and rolled over to find her mother sitting on the other side of the bed peacefully.

"Hello agapiménos (sweetheart)," her Greek mother said. Adonia stared in awe.

"We missed you," her mother added. Adonia couldn't break the shock.

"I-I'm dreaming."

"Or you're not. It's doesn't matter. We're here." Adonia exhaled, knowing it had to be a dream. But tears couldn't keep away from filling her eyes.

"I miss you...so much."

"I know," her mother reaches for Adonia's hand. She was having a very realistic dream. She could feel the touch.

"What are you doing, Adonia Melina," her mother asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Running away. Haven't we been down this road before?"

"No. It's different now."

"Really," her mother questioned.

"Last time I was angry. This time I know I'm dangerous and want to be normal."

"Which is all a big ball of semantics. You know that," her mother said with a smile.

"No."

"Even in Charlottesville, you knew. You knew there was something inside of you. Deep down, maybe, but you knew. Maybe that's what got us killed." Adonia looked up, startled.

"No," she said quickly with sadness in her eyes.

"We were dead from the moment you got in that car before the accident."

"No."

"Don't you understand? You can't run from yourself. Why are you running now," her mother asked.

"Why are you here?"

"Would you believe we're actually trying to protect you?"

"From what?"

"You. Sooner or later, the past is going to catch up to you like it always does. You know what happens then?" Adonia looked down.

"People die, agapi mou (my love). The people closest to you die."

"Don't worry because I won't let that happen again."

"Same song, different verse. Things are never going to change with you. Ever." Adonia looked down with tears falling down her face. When she looked up, she were gone.

One week earlier. Garber, Oklahoma. Adonia arrived at the Great Plains Motel. An older man was kind enough to drop her off. Meanwhile, Dean, Sam, and Genna were in Greeley, Pennsylvania. While Adonia burned all of her fake IDs in the sink, the others checked a hospital for exsanguinated patients. While Adonia found a help wanted sign on the window of a bar, the others were taking out a vampire. While Adonia was cutting lemons for the night shift, Genna shoved a knife into the vampire's throat. The hunters drove off into the night after their hunt listening to Lynard Skynard's "Simple Man", but there was still silence. It wasn't the same.

Adonia wore a grey v-neck shirt and black flared pants, with a black waist apron for her shift. She tucked her hair behind her ear, but it kept falling her face. Josh, the waiter, noticed. He smiled at her with almost every move she made; even washing down the bar, struggling with her hair. He was 29 and very attractive in her eyes, but she kept herself busy and distant.

Genna walked into the bathroom to use the sink. She grabbed a washcloth, wet it, and started dabbing her jacket to get the blood out as best as she could. She heard a subtle sound and saw a figure in her peripherial vision.

"God! Don't do that," she banged her hands against the sink as she leaned over it in shock. In the mirror, she saw Castiel.

"Hello, Genavieve," she turned around and Cas was only a few inches from her face.

"Cas...we've talked about this," she said nervously, "Personal space?"

"My apologies," he said and backed away a little bit. She exhaled and grabbed her jacket.

"How'd you find me? I thought the rib tattoos were full proof."

"They are. Bobby told me where you were." The Winchester's were almost surprised to see him as well, but they shrugged it off because surprises were limited these days. Cas looked around the motel as Genna packed her bags.

"Where's Adonia?"

"Adonia and I are taking separate vacations for a while," she put on her jacket, "so...did you find God yet?"

"More importantly, can I have my damn necklace back, please," Dean asked from the bed. He was laying down, trying to close his eyes for a minute.

"No, I haven't found him. That's why I'm here. I need your help."

"With what? Searching for God? Not interested," Genna protested.

"It's not God. It's someone else."

"Who?"

"Archangel. The one who killed me."

"Excuse me," Genna asked, expecting that Cas had lost his mind.

"Raphael. I'm sure you remember him. I've heard whispers that he's walking the earth. This is a rare opportunity."

"For what? Revenge?"

"Information." Genna went back over to the sink, picked up her knife and washclosh, then started to clean it.

"So, what, you think you can find him and he's just going to tell you where God is?"

"Yes, because we are gonna trap him and interrogate him." Genna paused and turned back.

"You're serious about this." Cas turned to face her. Genna dropped the washcloth in the sink and walked back to Cas to talk with no distractions.

"So, what, we're just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together," she asked sarcastically looking into his blue eyes. Castiel stared at her, confused. Genna went around him to grab a tool to sharpen her knife.

"Give me one good reason why we should do this," Dean said, standing up.

"Because you're Michael's vessel and no angel will dare harm you."

"Oh, so he's your bullet shield. What about Sam and I? The angels won't exactly be as sweet on us." Castiel sighed.

"I need your help because you are the only one who'll help me. Please." Genna felt guilty. She looked back at the brothers and sighed.

"Alright, fine. Where is he?"

"Maine. Let's go." Cas reached to touch her forehead with two fingers, but she leaned away.

"Whoa, whoa."

"What?"

"It was one thing doing that to other people when I was an angel, but after knowing what it's like on this end, I hate it. We're going by car."

"Hey, Charlotte, you play," Josh asked while throwing darts. Adonia used an alias, Charlotte. Her hometown made it so easy to come up with something. Adonia was at the bar, washing it down again.

"That depends – what are we playing for?"

"World peace," he joked. He turned around to look at her.

"Oh, is that all?" He shrugged with a smirk. He turned back around to pick up the darts.

"Can I ask you something?" Adonia wiped her hands off with a dry towel, tossed on the bar, and walked over to him.

"Shoot."

"You finish that, uh, crossword puzzle in the kitchen?"

"Uh, I-I guess. Why?"

"The New York Times Saturday crossword?" He handed her some darts.

"Was it," she asked nonchalantly.

"Uh-huh. You blow into town last week. You don't talk to anybody. You're obviously highly educated. You're like this..."

"-riddle wrapped inside an enigma wrapped inside a taco?" He nodded and smacked his lips.

"Here's what we play for. When I win, I buy you dinner and tell me your life story." Adonia thought about it for a moment and thought it would be nice to really have a fresh start.

"Sounds fair." Adonia walked up with a straightface. She focused on the bullseye and made all three shots.

"Very mysterioso," he said, impressed, "I like it."

"Spring hail, lightning strikes, and now fire-" The news anchor on the TV caught her attention. She turned around to watch it.

"—the town of Tully? tonight, John. Locals say that what started as a torrential hailstorm late this afternoon suddenly turned to massive lightning strikes that triggered the fires now consuming more than twenty acres here along the Route 17 corridor. County officials are advising all Tully residents to prepare for what could become mandatory evacuations." The bartender shut off the TV.

"Damn. Is it me or does it seem like it's the end of the world?" Adonia looked away.

Waterville, Maine. The hunters arrived in suits and professional attire.

"And we're here why," Dean asked getting out of the car.

"A deputy sheriff laid eyes on the archangel."

"And he still has eyes," Sam asked.

"Alright. What's the plan," Genna chimed in.

"We'll...tell the officer that he witnessed an angel of the Lord, and the officer will tell us where the angel is."

"Seriously? You're going to walk in there and tell him the truth? That's never effective."

"Why not?"

"Because we're humans," she replied. He stared at her, taking in her admission to being human. It was still surreal to him. Genna pulled out a fake ID and stashed it inside his trenchcoat, then adjusted his coat and tie.

"And when humans want something really, really bad, we lie."

"Why?"

"Because that's how you become President," Dean joked. They went inside to speak with Deputy Framingham. The only damaged he encountered was a loss of hearing in one ear. He explained the incident and pointed them in the direction of the mechanic that the archangel had taken over. When they went to St. Pete's Hospital, all that was left was an empty vessel, Donnie. The archangel was already gone. The man sat in a wheelchair by the window, not really all there in the head.

"So, is this what I'm looking at if Michael jumps in my bones," Dean asked from the window that looked into the room from the hall.

"No, not at all. Michael is much more powerful. It'll be far worse for you," Genna explained. Dean looked away; only being pushed farther from saying "yes".

Adonia had her laptop open to a calligraphed page of the Book of Revelation in Latin. She highlighted a section and magnified it, then picked up the phone and scrolled past some names. She scrolled past Dean's name, then Genna's, and stopped on Sam's. She sighed and scrolled up to Bobby.

"Adonia?"

"Hey Bobby. How are you doing?"

"Well, I ain't running any marathons, but I'll live." Adonia laughed.

"Where are you," he asked.

"Uh, Garber, Oklahoma. I found a town up the road showing some Revelation omens."

"What omens?"

"Alright, listen to this. 'And upon his rising there shall be hail and fire mixed with blood.'"

"Well, ain't that delightful."

"Yeah. But we already got hailstorms and fire so I'm guessing blood can't be too far behind."

"Okay."

"What?"

"There a reason you're calling?"

"No one told you?"

"Dean told me."

"Yeah. So I just thought you might want to find out who's in the area and put a man on this."

"Okay. Let me see if I can think of the best hunter who might be in the immediate vicinity – oh, that'd be you."

"I can't, Bobby. I'm sitting this one out."

"Addie-"

"I gotta go. I'm so sorry."

"Hold on, Addie-" She hung up. Bobby threw down the phone.

Dean walked through an empty cabin, paging through John's journal. Genna and Sam were talking off to the side.

"How are you holding up," he asked her. She closed her phone after skimming through it out of boredom.

"Could be better, could be worse. You?" He sighed.

"About the same," he thought for a moment, "should I have gone after her?" Genna smiled.

"Sam, I think what you did may be the reason she comes back." He looked at her, confused.

"What do you mean? She'd come back for you." She nodded.

"Yeah. She would. But you see, the great thing about our friendship is, we can handle some time apart from each other. There hasn't been anything yet that has kept us from wanting to team up in the end. But whatever is going on with her, it's bad. I think I know what it is, but I try not to think about. We all got a glimpse of it years ago. That night she conjured that crossroads demon. That power she had. I don't even know what it means, but I don't think she does either. The point is, she needs you. I've seen the way she looks at you and the way you look at her. It's obvious that you love each other and I support it a hundred percent. I do. I'm just glad you're trying to change for the better. We all are." Sam smiled, taking in everything he heard. Just in time, they heard wings.

"Where have you been," Genna asked as she stood.

"Jerusalem."

"Oh. How was it," Dean asked sarcastically.

"Arid," he set down an ancient jar.

"What's that," Sam asked.

"It's oil. It's very special. Very rare." Castiel sat down.

"Okay, so we trap Raphael with a nice vinaigrette," Dean said.

"No."

"So this ritual of yours, when does it got to go down?"

"Sunrise."

"Tell me something. You keep saying we're gonna trap this guy, but isn't that kind of like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?"

"No, it's harder," Genna commented.

"Do we have any chance of surviving this," Sam asked.

"You do."

"So odds are, you're a dead man tomorrow," Dean said.

"Yes." Genna shook her head.

"Well, last night on earth. What are your plans?"

"I just thought I'd sit here quietly."

"Come on, anything? Booze, women?" Castiel looked at Dean and away, uncomfortable. Genna shot Dean a glare.

"You have been with a woman before? An angel, at least," Cas looked at Genna from the corner of his eye and looked away again.

"You mean to tell me you've never been up there doing a little cloud-seeding?"

"I've never had occasion, okay?" Genna scoffed, grabbed her jacket, and stormed out the door. Sam gave Dean a look. Dean shrugged, clueless. Sam wasn't stupid. He knew there was something that had happened between the two angels. Dean was just oblivious.

Adonia strapped on her white apron that only hung from her waist and grabbed a tray to pick up some dirty glasses. The bar was busy.

"Hey, Addie," a man said coming into the bar. She ignored him.

"Addie," he called out again.

"'Addie'? What happened to 'Charlotte'?" Josh said coyly. He knew she was filled with secrets, so a fake name was no shock to him. Adonia turned around to find three hunters in front of her.

"W-what," she asked, as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

"He called you Addie."

"Yeah, uh...Addie's my middle name." He scoffed with a laugh.

"Charlotte Addie? Wow. I'm sorry."

"Well, actually, it's Adonia, so it's not quite as dumb as it sounds," the older blonde man, Tim, said. The other hunters looked at her with smug smiles.

"Are you guys friends?"

"Huntin' buddies with her folks. Adonia here is quite the hunter herself," Steve, another hunter, said. Back when Adonia had left when Dean went to hell, she met up with other hunters along the way instead of fighting alone. Yes, her parents knew them, but that's how she found them. She spent a good bit of time hunting with these three since they were always willing to play dirty when it came to hunting demons. They didn't mind letting her take out her anger on a few every now and then.

"Wow. You killed deer and things?"

"Yeah, and things," Time added.

"Uh. Why don't I get you guys some drinks," Adonia asked. The three hunters sat at a table. Adonia put beers in front of them and took the fourth seat.

"Sorry. Did mean to bust ya back there," Tim said before taking a drink.

"No, it, uh, it's alright. So, what's up?"

"Bobby called," Tim said.

"And?"

"You were right. Major demon block party going on."

"But why? What are they up to?"

"Don't know yet," Steve added.

"Bobby told us you were off limits. That true," Reggie, the third hunter, asked. They all watched for an answer. She hesitated at first.

"Yeah, that's right."

"That's fine in theory and all, but we could really use all hands on deck here," Tim set his bottle down and leaned in.

"I know you could. But I can't. I'm sorry."

"Why not," Steve asked with an attitude.

"It's personal," she answered said with a tone of guilt in her voice.

"Look, Addie, no offense, but uh, what baggage is so heavy it can't be stowed away for the fucking apocalypse," Tim said.

"Like I said-"

"Yeah. You're sorry. Heard you the first time," Reggie snapped back.

"Suit yourself. More for us then, right," Tim said standing up. The rest followed.

"Good luck," Adonia said.

"But hey, beers are on you when we get back," Tim said over his shoulder.

"Yeah, you bet." Adonia watched them leave with a big sigh.

"So, your parents were drunk when they name you, and you shoot Bambi," Josh joked.

"I-It's a...long story."

"That is it. Enough with the kung fu wandering the earth thing. I'm gonna buy you dinner and we're gonna talk."

"Josh, I can't."

"No. The only way to avoid bloodshed is to say yes."

Garber was a small town. The fanciest restaurant they had was a country type buffet, but you could order off the menu too. Josh took her there. They just wore what they wore to work. He was a laid back guy and just wore a blue long sleeve shirt and jeans. His dark brown hair was styled up with gel, not exactly spiked up, but a bit of a messy look. He had a smile that could kill. Adonia wore a brown and turquoise sweater and jeans with her hair up in a bun, curls hanging loose.

"So, you gonna tell me who those guys back there really were?"

"Okay. Uh, we used to be in the same business together." He looked intrigued, like he was actually getting to know her.

"What business?"

"How's your burger," Adonia asked changing the subject. She just got a salad.

"Witness protection, right? You're dad's in the mafia," Josh asked, leaning in.

"No mafia," she said with a laugh.

"Okay. I get it. Don't mean to pry, my bad." Josh fiddled with his fries, feeling guilty for asking. Adonia felt bad.

"I used to be in business with my friends. Truth is, I was pretty good at the job. But...I did some things. I did some stuff I'm not so proud of, and people got hurt. A lot of people."

"What was your poison?"

"Sorry?"

"Come on. You were hooked on something. I know the look." Josh pulled a medallion out of his pocket. Power. Control. She wanted to say.

"Three years sober."

"You work in a bar," she said with a laugh.

"So do you. Look, 'Charlotte', I don't know you and I'm the last person to be giving advice, but I do know that no one has ever done anything so bad that they can't be forgiven. That they can't change." Adonia thought about it, but Josh had no idea what had happened. So, his words went right over her head.

The next morning, everyone met up at St. Pete's Hospital. Sam stayed behind the night before while Dean took Cas to a strip club. It didn't turn out very well due to Cas trying to discuss the stripper's father issues while she was trying to get in his pants. They didn't see Genna until the next morning. She had decided to get her own motel room for the night. More than she had in a while, she needed to talk to her best friend, but she couldn't bring herself to pick up the phone.

They all went into Donnie's room. Cas set his wheelchair in the middle of the room and poured oil in a circle around him.

"When the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames or he dies," Cas explained.

"Okay, so we trap him in a steel cage of holy fire, but one question. How the hell do we get him here," Dean asked.

"Very simple. There's, well, almost an open phone line between a vessel and his angel. One just has to know how to dial," Genna explained. Genna gave Cas a nod, and he leaned down to Donnie's ear and chanted in Enochian.

"I'm here, Raphael. Come and get me, you little bastard." Genna watched him attentively. She had never seen him so...human. He had changed. It was becoming more and more obvious to her.

"Just out of curiosity, what is the average customer wait time to speak to an archangel," Dean asked.

"Be ready," he warned. He lit a match and dropped it on the oil, which bursted into a ring of flame.

Time passed and it was night. They extinguished the flames and left.

"Well, that's a day I'll never get back," Dean complained. They walked back into the abandoned house.

"Genna, wait," Cas warned. A bright light emerged. Donnie was already inside the cabin, flaring with lightning in the shape of wings. Lightbulbs shattered.

"Castiel."

"Raphael." The hunters and Cas walk closer.

"And I thought you were supposed to be impressive. All you do is black out the room," Dean said.

"And the eastern seaboard," thunder crashed.

"It is a testament to my unending mercy that I do not smite you here and now," Raphael said, all high and mighty.

"Or maybe you're full of crap. Maybe you're afraid God will bring Cas back to life again and smite you and your candy-ass skirt. By the way, hi, I'm Dean."

"I know who you are. And now, thanks to him, I know where you are."

"You won't kill him. You wouldn't dare," Genna said.

"But I will take him to Michael."

"Well then. Sounds terrifying. It does. But, uh, hate to tell you, I'm not going anywhere with you." Dean grabbed a beer.

"Surely you remember Zachariah giving your friend stomach cancer and taking Genavieve's lungs?"

"Yeah, that was, that was hilarious."

"Well, he doesn't have anything close to my imagination."

"Yeah? I bet you didn't imagine one thing."

"What?"

"We knew you were coming, you stupid son of a bitch." Dean lit his lighter and dropped it. Holy oil ignited in a circle around Raphael.

"Don't look at me, it was his idea," Dean said, pointing to Cas.

"Where is he," Cas asked.

"God? Didn't you hear? He's dead, Castiel. Dead."

Adonia wiped down a table. The door chimed and someone came in.

"Bar's closed," Adonia said over her shoulder. She turned around and saw who it was.

"Hey," she said, surprised.

"Something you want to tell me, Addie," Tim asked.

"What? No."

"You sure about that?"

"I-I don't know," Adonia looked Tim over. He looked terrible.

"Geez. Are you okay? Where are Reggie and Steve?"

"Oh, Steve's good. He's, uh, his guts are laying roadside outside the hawley five-and-dime."

"I'm sorry," she said sincerely.

"'Sorry' don't cut it, Addie."

"What do you want me to say?"

"The truth." Adonia was silent.

"Okay, fine. Let me give you some of my own, then. We go into town, we catch ourselves a demon, we get jumped by ten more. Steve bought it."

"I'm sorry," she said with more sincerity.

"Saying it twice don't make it so, Addie. You see, this demon, he, uh, he told us things. Crazy things, things about you."

"Demons lie."

"Yeah? I'm gonna ask you one last time. The truth. Now." The door chimed again. Reggie came in, hauling Josh. Josh may have been a man, but he wasn't as strong as a hunter.

"Josh!" Reggie held a knife to Josh's neck.

"What's going on," Josh asked nervously.

"Just take it easy, okay? Put the knife down." Tim turned around and gave Reggie a nod. Reggie put the knife down on the bar but kept hold of Josh.

"It's true. What the demons said, it's all true."

"Keep going," Tim said.

"Why? You gonna hate me any less? Am I gonna hate myself any less? What do you want?"

"I want to hear you say it."

"Lucifer wants my powers. I'm the ultimate weapon."

At the house, things were getting crazier than expected. Raphael had bursted all the windows and created a storm. It was so strong, everyone inside were as drenched as they would have been outside.

"If God is dead, why have I returned? Who brought me back?"

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Lucifer raised you?"

"No," Cas responded with confident denial.

"Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find. I'm sure he would use this one too if she didn't destroy her grace. I'm surprised you haven't sided with Lucifer yet. Or have you," Raphael asked her.

"Let's go," Cas said, grabbing her arm gently to leave.

"Castiel, I'm warning you. Do not leave me here. I will find you."

"Maybe one day. But today, you're my little bitch." Castiel and Genna left. Dean followed and paused.

"What he said."

Tim held up a sharp blade. Adonia stared at it.

"What is that?"

"What do you think it is? It's go time, Addie girl."

"Get that away from me," Adonia warned, breathing heavily, continuously eyeballing it. Adonia's powers are triggered with anger. Get her angry, you see her powers. She's not sure what it is. But that bright light that comes from her hands can kill anyone and anything in an instant. Sometimes slow and painful, sometimes quick.

"Away from you? Wrong. This is for you. Hell, if that demon wasn't right as rain. This'll only sting a bit."

"You're insane."

"Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna get mad, hulk out, and you're gonna waste every one of the demon scum that killed my best friend." Tim nodded at Josh, whom Reggie had just handcuffed to the bar.

"Or he dies."

"You wouldn't do that."

"It's funny how watching your best friend die changes that." Tim and Reggie advance towards her.

"Come on. You know you want it, Addie. Just reach out and gives us an arm. No struggle is necessary," Tim said, twirling the knife. Reggie ran towards Adonia, but the second he reached her, she grabbed him and flung him over the billiards table. She was stronger than she looked, especially when she was angry.

She went to punch Reggie, but Tim grabbed her from behind and tossed her on the ground. She elbowed him in the face to get him off. Reggie grabbed her from behind in a chokehold to keep her still. She struggled tremendously. Tim sliced her arms until they were covered in blood. Adonia screamed. Reggie and Tim backed off while Adonia grunted in pain on the floor. They waited for the results. She reached up and grabbed a table to help her up. She was pissed.

"There, was that really so bad," Tim asked. She looked at him and spit in his eyes, causing him to cover his eyes in pain. Reggie went after her, but she threw punches and kicks that he couldn't handle. He fell to the ground. Tim regained himself and went to attack, but she punched him in the face so hard, he fell over a table. As Reggie went to stand up, she kicked him the head, and he fell back. She turned to Tim and grabbed him by the jacket, then held him against the bar. She grabbed the knife Reggie held earlier and held it to his throat. She had so much hate in her eyes. She looked up and saw Josh, standing there in complete shock. Not impressed, just scared. She let Tim up and tossed him into a table. Reggie went to help him up.

"Go," she demanded, pointing towards the door.

"Don't think we won't be back," Reggie warned.

"Don't think I won't be here."

The hunters drove off into the night.

"You okay," Genna asked Cas. He was silent.

"Look, I'll be the first to tell you that this little crusade of yours is nuts, but I do know a little something about missing fathers."

"What do you mean," he asked.

"I mean, when I was growing up, I would go looking for my dad around town when all logic said he was never coming back, but I knew in my heart he loved me. He left my mom when I was five. She remarried when I was ten. Point is, who cares what the archangel says, Cas, what do you believe?"

"I believe he's out there."

"Good. Go find him."

"What about you?"

"What about me? I don't know. Honestly, I'm good. I can't believe I'm saying that, but I am, I'm really good."

"Even without Adonia?"

"Especially without Addie. I mean, I spent so much time worrying about her. I know that right now she's better off figuring out what's going without us breathing down her throat. I've had more fun with you in the past few weeks than we ever had in the past, and you're not that much fun," she laughed as did the brothers, "It's funny, you know, I've been so chained to looking after everyone except myself, but now that I can and I don't have to worry about my grace, hell, I'm happy." When she looked over, Cas was gone.

Adonia went back to the Great Plains Motel. She slept alone. It was safe to say that she wouldn't be hearing back from Josh. Not that she had any interest.

"Adonia? Adonia?" She woke up. Her mother was sitting beside her.

"So...this is your life now? Think you can just live forever with your head buried in the sand?" Adonia sat up in bed and turned to sit on the edge.

"I miss you so much and I love you too, but you're wrong. People can change. There is reason for hope."

"No, agapi mou (my love). There isn't." Her mother put her hand on Adonia's shoulder and morphed into Nick, Lucifer's vessel. Her mother had been Lucifer all along.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I'm free." Adonia turned around and saw Lucifer. Her eyes grew wide in fear and she got up to back away from the bed.

"That's right. You know who I am."

"Lucifer," she said with fear in her voice.

"You are a hard one to find, Adonia. Harder than most humans. I don't supposed you'd tell me where you are?"

"What do you want with me?"

"Thanks to Sam, I walk the earth. But you hold something very special that I want. I want to give you a gift. I want to give you everything."

"I don't want anything from you." Lucifer continued to sit on the bed and exhaled deeply.

"I'm so sorry, Adonia. I-I really am, but Nick here is just an improvisation. Plan B. He can barely contain me without spontaneously combusting."

"What are you talking about?" Lucifer stood and moved closer to her.

"Why do you think Sam was in that chapel? He's the one. My vessel. My true vessel. And you withhold the powers I need."

"No."

"Yes."

"No. That'll never happen. You won't get anything from either of us."

"I'm sorry, but it will happen. I will find you and Sam. And when I do, he will let me in and you'll give me your powers. I'm sure of it." He moved even closer to her, but she moved away quickly, watching his every move.

"You need our consent. Even to gain my powers."

"Of course. I'm an angel." She laughed lightly.

"I will kill myself before letting you take anything from me or Sam."

"I'll just bring you back," Lucifer sighed, "Adonia. My heart breaks for you. The weight on your shoulders, all you've done, what you still have to do. It is more than anyone could bear. If there was some other way...but there isn't. I will never lie to you. I will never trick you. But you will say yes to me and I'll make sure Sam does too."

"You're wrong."

"I'm not. I think I know you better than you know yourself."

"Why me," she asked, fighting back the tears. She had to look away.

"Because it had to be you, Adonia. It always had to be you." Adonia looked up and Lucifer was gone. She broke down in tears.