This chapter hasn't been beta-d yet because my beta is busy with University stuff at the moment, I apologise for any mistakes.

'Bobby hasn't found anything! We have no leads whatsoever.' Dean looked more stressed as the days passed. It had been almost 3 days since Castiel had been kidnapped, from the parking lot of the Winter Owl. Dean had driven back to the motel and woken Sam up; they had then proceeded to spend the rest of the night searching around town for Cas. Their search was fruitless, and dejectedly Dean drove them back to the motel, he couldn't sleep that night worrying about Cas and since then he hadn't slept much, 4-5 hours tops.

'We'll find him, don't worry.' The younger Winchester was worried about his brother, he'd hardly slept since that night, and hardly eaten anything. He was running on desperation and alcohol and Sam was concerned that he was purposely causing damage to himself. 'Get some sleep; I'll keep researching, if I find anything I'll wake you up.' He suggested.

Dean stayed silent, Sam could see the conflict of emotion in his eyes, finally he gave in, 'Fine, I'll sleep for a few hours.' He crashed on his bed, fully dressed and within minutes he was asleep. Sam looked at his elder brother, he looked so peaceful when he slept all the worry and anger was wiped from his features.

Sam walked to the tiny kitchenette, he grabbed a glass and the bottle of whiskey from the counter and walked over to the small wooden table with his laptop on. He was exhausted and could really have done with some sleep himself, he was too worried about Dean to be able to sleep much but he would struggle on and see if he could uncover anything else.

The motel room was quiet, only the noise of cars passing along the freeway outside and Dean snoring softly. A few hours had passed since Dean had fallen asleep and still Sam was no closer to finding Cas, when suddenly his mobile rang, he glanced at the caller ID, unknown number. Confused, he answered the call, 'Hello Sam.' a honeyed female voice with an accent that Sam couldn't place, possibly European sounded over the phone.

'Who are you? What do you want?' Sam asked with restrained calm.

'I'm the one who has your angel friend Castiel.' There was a brief pause, Sam was straining to hear any noises on the other end of the phone which might give away Cas' location. 'As to what I want.' The voice mused, 'Well I don't want much, just the information to take control of Heaven.' Sam could hear the smile in her voice as she said this, he was anxious about this new development in the situation and felt that he should discuss it with Dean. 'I see.' He replied, 'How do Dean and I come into this, we don't know how to take control of Heaven.' Sam sounded exasperated.

'It's not information I want from you,' She said impatiently, 'You're Castiel's friends and therefore you are of use to me.' Sam didn't like where this was going. 'Meet me, tomorrow at noon at the small diner on Watson street.' Before Sam could answer, she'd hung up.

He threw the phone down on the table and hurried over to wake Dean. He shook his brother gently, startle him awake and you will either be seriously injured or shot dead, thanks to his hunter instincts. 'Dean. Dean.' Sam whispered, gently rousing him.

'Sam, what's happened? You got any news on Cas?' Dean's voice was thick with sleep as he asked, but to Sam's relief he looked much better now that he'd had a few hours of sleep. The elder Winchester sat up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Sam sat on his bed and turned to Dean.

'Well, not much.' He started, 'Cas' abductor rang me, she wants to meet us tomorrow at noon at the little dinner, you know the one on Watson street?'

'Yeah I know the one, me and Cas passed –'He stopped abruptly, looking at his brother, 'Hold on did you say she?' He looked incredulous, 'You're saying that Cas was taken by a girl? Son of a bitch that angel is becoming rusty!' He laughed a little to himself, he turned serious again when Sam didn't laugh with him. 'What? What haven't you told me?'

Sam looked at his brother with grave brown eyes, 'she told me what she wanted Dean.' He sighed, 'It's definitely not good.'

'What does she want? You might as well tell me straight, no point sugar coating it.' Dean sighed, it was just one thing after another with them. The day they got a break that didn't involve catastrophic disasters it would be a miracle.

'She wants to take over heaven Dean. My guess is she's a demon and a high level one.'

Dean swore under his breath, 'I thought there was no demon activity recently because we killed Crowley?'

'Well there wasn't, but she must be good at covering her tracks, which means that she probably won't be that easy to trap.' Sam had started planning ways of getting the she-bitch trapped so they could torture the whereabouts of Cas out of her and then exorcise her.

Dean looked grim, the worry evident in his eyes, 'We should call Bobby see if he knows anything.' He reached for his phone, scrolling through the phonebook, 'Did she give a name?'

Sam sighed, 'No, she didn't that would be too easy.'

They shared a troubled look, Dean was about to say something, when Bobby answered the phone. 'Dean. What've you found?'

'We're in trouble Bobby. Cas' abductor rang Sam, she's a demon, we think and she wants information from Cas on how to control Heaven. Apparently Hell's too small for her.' He added with a hint of sarcasm.

'Heaven verses Hell again.' Bobby was evidently sick of the whole eternal forces continuously warring and involving them, first the apocalypse and now this. 'Did the woman give a name?' He was all business, the sound of books being placed on the desk could be heard over the line.

'No name, but our guess is that she's a high level demon.' Dean could hear Bobby muttering under his breath, 'Sorry Bobby. We know it's not much to go on but anything is better than nothing.'

'I'll have a look and ring if I find anything.'

'Thanks Bobby' Dean hung up and looked at Sam. 'He's going to call around and do a bit of research see if he can find anything out. Have you tried summoning Cas?'

Sam looked downhearted, 'Yeah, I called his name and did the summoning ritual. I got nothing.'

Dean sighed and walked to the kitchenette, grabbed a beer and was about to take a swig when he decided, 'I need pie.' He grabbed his keys heading towards the door, not waiting to see if Sam would follow.

Sam hurried to catch up, Dean had already climbed into the Impala, as Sam shut the door behind him. They drove in silence to the nearest diner, it was the diner on Watson street. They wondered in the diner, sitting down at the table in the corner, away from the majority of the crowd.

A waitress came over to take their order, 'What can I get you?' she enquired in a soft voice.

'Cherry pie and black coffee for me,' Dean looked at Sam, who was looking at the menu.

'Pancake stack with maple syrup and streaky bacon and I'll have a black coffee as well thanks.' He looked up from his menu and smiled at the waitress. She scribbled the order down and walked off without looking back up.

Dean looked to his brother, 'So this is the diner on Watson, should we take a look around scout out some escape routes after closing?' It was about 6 in the evening so the diner wouldn't be open too much longer. Dean looked at the sign outside the window, open 6-10, 7 days a week.

Sam looked at his brother, 'Yeah we'll -' interrupted mid-sentence by the ringing of a cell phone, Sam glanced at the caller ID and hit answer.

'It's Bobby.' The brothers shared a look that meant that if Bobby had found out something already it couldn't be good.

'Sam, I found something and it's not good you ijits have gotten yourself into a big pile of supernatural crap this time.' Sam was looking out of the window towards the Impala so that he couldn't see his brothers expectant eyes, which also meant that he managed to hide the worried look that crossed his face at the sound of Bobby's words as well.

'What is it? Did you find out what we're up against? How do we -'

Bobby interrupted sounding irritated, 'Stop with the interrogation will you. I was getting to that part.' Over the line Sam could here him grabbing a book, the rustle of pages whispered over the phone. 'Right according to the lore, it looks like you're up against a Lamia.'

'A Lamia never heard of that before, what is it?' Sam looked at his older brother who looked as confused as he assumed he did.

'According to the books, she's a half woman, half serpent demon that stalks the night preying on children. Some of the lore even says she was Crowley's right hand back in the day, which would explain why she took Cas.'

'Okay, that's definitely something big. Thanks Bobby.' Sam ended the call, scribbling the last of the details on a napkin.

Dean watched his brother, 'What he say? Does he know what were up against?'

Sam stuffed the napkin in his pocket, 'Yeah it's a -'

He stopped abruptly the waitress had arrived at the table with their order, placing the food on the table she winked saying 'Enjoy your meal boys.' as she walked off. Dean had already started eating before the waitress had left, he glanced up with a mouthful of pie.

'It's a what?' he mumbled around the pie.

Sam took a sip of his coffee, god he was wiped out, 'It's a Lamia, used to be Crowley's right hand. Bobby didn't say anything about how to kill it so I'll hit the books when we get back.'

Dean nodded, 'I don't wanna go meeting any demons who want information without knowing how to gank 'em first,'