Hey!:'D So I've changed my writing style to first person from Lorelai's point of view. It feels better this way so I think I'll stick to it. This episode is named after the song by Avenged Sevenfold.

This place sucked. It was a motel for hookers. Dean of course loved it. His obsession for magic fingers was becoming really unhealthy and extremely disturbing. In the week we'd been in Lafayette, there had been another case of a skinned male and a wounded female. Both of the cases had been down the same stretch of road and the victims had all been from Merrick Gates High. I wished Sam and Dean would hurry up and get back. They'd checked the stretch of road three times now and I was bored out of my skull. I had resorted to watching MTV. I hate MTV with a passion but it was a hell of a lot better than CSI. I don't know what it is but there's something I can't stand about that damn show. I whipped my head around as the door opened. Sam and Dean entered.

"Hey, Lori." Dean greeted me.

"I'll forgive you for taking so long if that's food in the bag." I told Dean. He threw it at me and I caught it. The extensive training I had been having had sharpened my reflexes ridiculously. I opened the bag to find a bacon cheeseburger and fries. "Okay, you're forgiven." I informed them. "Did you find anything?"

"No. It was a waste of time like I thought. Could have spent it better." Dean replied.

"I just thought we should double check." Sam said, sticking up for himself. "We've missed stuff before."

"Yeah, but don't tell Lori that. She might think we're flawed." Dean said jokingly.

"Oh, I know you're flawed." Dean aimed a playful hit at me and I dodged.

"Hey, Sammy I was thinking. You know both of these cases are connected to Merrick Gates High? How about we send Lori back to school and see what she can dig up?" I widened my eyes in horror.

"No, please don't send me back to school!" I'd always hated school. I have the annoying ability to see right through a person. Everyone at my last school was fake. I didn't trust any of them.

"I don't know Lori." Sam told me. "It actually sounds like a pretty good idea. You can get the insight and I really don't think you should completely drop out of school. You might regret it one day." I thought about it. It did make sense whether I liked it or not. I sighed.

"Damn it. Fine. I'm going to bed." It was late. I was already in my pajamas. I tucked myself into the thin sheets, trying to refrain from imagining what gross acts might have been performed in them. I was struggling to get to sleep that night. Partly because of my loud thoughts but mostly because of the volume of the loud TV. I got out of bed and stood in front of the TV with my hands on my hips in what I hoped was an intimidating stance.

"Problem?" Dean asked me with his eyebrows raised. Sometimes he got on my nerves so bad.

"Damn right there is and you know there is."

"Turn it down?"

"Turn it down."

"Make me." I was too tired for this. I walked up to the plug for the TV and pulled it out.

"Keep it that way. Why don't you try to sleep anyway? It's 2 in the morning. You too Sam." Sam's eyes were straining to keep open. He wasn't kidding anyone.

"I'll come to bed in a minute." He told me. Sam and I were in the king bed and Dean had the sofa bed. Dean was a cover thief. I went back to bed, satisfied about the noise level and snuggled back into the sheets. I closed my eyes but sleep still wouldn't find me. It was long after Dean's snores and Sam's soft breathing filled the room that I finally fell into a deep, confusing dream.

I was running down a long hallway that was closing in on my with speed. The end of the hallway still wasn't in sight. The walls began to squeeze me. I panicked, and then kind of accepted that I was going to die. My last breath was being pushed out of my body when a white light filled the room. I squeezed my eyes shut, assuming angels were the cause. When I opened them again, I was in the middle of a large circular room. I was so small. There was a chair up a large staircase and a blonde woman was sitting in it. Mom? She smiled at me, her face filled with warmth. I felt my heart flutter. I ran up the stairs and reached the top. I was crying tears of joy. She smiled up at me.

"I will always love you, Lorelai." She told me. Tears escaped her eyes and somehow I knew something bad would happen. She disintegrated before my eyes and I felt my heart rip to pieces. I fell to my knees with my head in my hands. I was crying. I felt so useless, I couldn't help it. There was no way I could have prevented it. Everything suddenly went black. I jumped up on the defensive, ready to attack. There was nothing. No movement. I took a step forward with my hands out, trying to find a way out of the room. I felt white-hot pain across my back and I yelled out. I tried to turn round and attack when I got slammed into a wall that previously wasn't there. The lights turned on and a man appeared with strange-looking scars on his face.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked me. I did.

"Lucifer. Pleased to meet you." I said sarcastically through shallow breaths. "What do you want, you ass?

"I'm sending Sam a message. Through you." I suddenly was engulfed by fury.

"He'll never say yes."

"I'm sure he will be more convinced I mean business when he sees how I can get to you."

"What, you mean this is real?"

"You seem like a bright girl. I'm sure you'll figure that out when you wake up."

"Just fucking tell me now." I said coldly. He scared me, but I would die before I gave that away. Lucifer had quite a reputation. He came up close to my face and rested the blade on my arm.

"Don't give me orders." He pushed the blade down. I held in my pain being careful not to give him the satisfaction. "You know, I actually see a lot of Sam in you. Must be a Winchester thing."

"Just let me wake up, you son of a bitch!" He cut me across the stomach. I yelled out on that one.

"We're having fun Lorelai." He ran his knife across my other arm. The cuts weren't that deep but they stung like a bitch. The room shook and suddenly light filled the room.

"Whoops." Lucifer told me. "Looks like I've got to leave. Remember to tell Sam that I can't get to Dean, but I can get to you." he disappeared.

I opened my eyes to see Sam shaking me.

"What's going on?" I asked drowsily. The sheets were wet. The dream came back to me. "Shit." I said and I returned to myself. Dean came over with a bottle of whiskey and bandages. I looked down and saw blood over the sheets.

"What happened, Lori?" Sam asked me. He looked shaken.

"Lucifer." I said.

"What? How?"

"He said- he said he couldn't get to Dean but he could get to me." Sam got up whilst Dean tended to me. He put his head in his hands.

"Damn it." He said softly. Dean caught back my attention as he poured whiskey over my arm. I cursed as the cut stung. Dean then wrapped it up.

"Is there any more?" He asked me, his voice thick with concern. He'd done the one on my back and my arms. I lifted my shirt to allow him to tend to the cut on the stomach. This one looked quite aggressive actually. "I'm going to rip that son of a bitch apart." I kept quiet. I was in shock. I was scared. Lucifer could get to me too easily. I never wanted to sleep again. The motel room door slammed closed. Dean and I whipped our heads around. Sam had gone. I felt bad for him. I knew he was blaming himself and he would most probably come home drunk. On the plus side, he was hilarious drunk but somehow I couldn't focus on that right now. I was worried.

"He wont- he wont say yes will he?" I asked Dean. I hated that I couldn't speak in straight sentences. Dean had finished bandaging me up and I was laying against him whist he stroked my hair. Somehow he felt my fear. Hell, I think he was scared too.

"No." Dean said, probably sounding more sure than he was. Against my will, scared and tired I fell back asleep. Thankfully, I didn't dream this time.

I woke up at 1 in the afternoon. Dean was still fast asleep next to me. I sat up searching for Sam. He was asleep on the couch and he looked a mess. I eased myself out of bed slowly, ignoring the striking pain shooting across my back. I pulled a new shirt on, glad the nightshirt I wore last night wasn't one I wore often. I searched the cupboards in hopes of finding something edible. No such luck. I wrote Sam and Dean a note.

Good Morning! (of course I'm saying this ironically)

Whilst you two were sleeping, I got up and went grocery shopping. Even prisoners have bread. I'm fine and I have my cell phone. Call me if you want anything.

Your housekeeper, Lorelai.

PS – Sam, you were dribbling on the couch. It's gross. I now refuse to sit on the left side.

I wanted them to stop worrying about me. Don't get me wrong, I like being cared about but I also cared about them and hated to see how it effected them. I thought of how I could get the note noticed. I took a throwing knife out of the bag and pinned the note to the door with it. That would do it.

When I came back, both of them were awake.

"Hey." I greeted them. I got to work putting the groceries away. Sam dismissed me and did it himself.

"Hey. Are you definitely okay?" Dean asked me.

"I'm fine." I said, and I wasn't lying. The cuts weren't as deep as I thought. "My back hurts a bit, but those cuts should heal up. You could even ask the angel on your shoulder to heal it if you're worried."

"I might do that."

"Are you definitely sure you're okay?" Sam asked me, puppy-eyes switched on to the max.

"Yes. I'm fine Sam, don't worry."

"Are you still good enough to go back to school?" Dean asked me.

"Yeah, bring it on, Merrick Gates High." I said. I was actually kind of looking forward to it. I only had one year left after all, and probably not even that.

"Okay, we'll sign you up today. You can probably start sometime this week." Dean smiled at me. I smiled back.

"Okay. By the way, It's my birthday next Tuesday." I warned them for the first time. Their faces were outstanding. Tuesday was in less than a week.