A/N: SCOOBYNATURAL'S TONIGHT. SCOOBYNATURAL'S TONIGHT. SCOOBYNATURAL'S TONIGHT. SCOOBYNATURAL'S TONIGHT. SCOOBYNATURAL'S TONIGHT. SCOOBYNATURAL'S TONIGHT. THE CROSSOVER NO ONE ASKED FOR, BUT WE GOT ANYWAY.
Ahem…Sorry. I got a little excited, didn't I?
My feet were killing me. Shopping for something nice didn't feel the same without Cas questioning every single store we passed. Why does this store give off such an evil energy, Lena? Why are those teenagers so angry, Lena? Why would one need so many candles, Lena? Why does this store exploit child labor, Lena? Why can't we go make a teddy bear, Lena? There were no angels in that store, Lena! Something about going shopping lacked a certain charm now. Regardless, I didn't do half bad. A tight pair of jeans and a sparkly tank top should be good enough, right?
I got back to the hotel and sat back down on the bed. At this point, I was just happy to be off my feet. In a perfect world, I'd grab a drink, too, but a hit of my new favorite vice would do just as well. Now, I know there's none in the fridge. There's none in my bag. Where, oh where, would a girl go to procure a little bit of demon blood. If only I had a demon on hand…Oh, wait! Totally do.
"Crowley!" I called out to the void, "Where the hell are you?"
"Over here," Crowley sat at one of the desks, working on a crossword puzzle, "Do you happen to know a six-letter word for top?"
C-A-S-T-I-E…I had nothing, "No. Sorry. I do know a four-letter word for a girl looking for a fix."
"I haven't gotten around to filling any bags while you were gone," he grabbed a knife out of the drawer, "You're not going into withdrawal yet, are you?"
"Not yet," I did a quick assessment. A slight chill, but the room was always cold anyway, "But it won't be long."
"Here," Crowley gave me his gushing wrist, "Get your fill. I'd hate for you to go into withdrawal while you're out with your new boyfriend. Addiction to demon blood isn't exactly first date conversation."
"He's not my boyfriend," I slurped on his arm, getting that instant warm feeling that only demon blood could give me.
"You're not fooling anyone, darling," he gabbed, "What did you say this kid's name was again?"
"Seth," I finished up, wiping the excess off my mouth, "He introduced me to his dad and his sisters earlier today. They seemed to like me."
"You are a delightful young woman, Lena," Crowley cleaned his arm up, "You're also gushing."
"Am I gushing?" I stopped myself.
"And you say he's not your boyfriend."
"Shut up," I felt a sudden warmth in my cheeks. And it's not the demon blood talking. Dammit, "I don't remember asking you for your opinion."
"That's the beauty of my opinion," he gave me a nudge, "You don't have to ask."
"I hate you," I grabbed my bags off my bed and headed to the bathroom. I'd say I had a decent enough haul from the Sephora counter to make myself look a little less dead. This did bring me back, though. I'd do this for shows in Hartford for Mel or she'd do it for me. Whichever one of us was fronting the band that night. And so, with my nostalgia in high gear, I got started turning myself into a fifties pinup.
Ring, ring.
"Lena, your phone!" Crowley yelled.
"Answer it," I allowed, "Unless it's one of the boys."
"If you say so," he answered my phone for me like a good sport, "Hello?"
"Um…Hello?" a nervous voice stuttered on the other end. Crap…
"Who is this?" Crowley asked, shooting glances at the bathroom mirror.
"Seth…" Crap, "Who's this?"
"Are you looking for Charlotte, by chance?"
"Yeah…" Seth droned, "Can I talk to her?"
"She's in the bathroom getting ready," Crowley kept screwing with him. Dammit. I should've answered my phone, "You know, Seth, Charlotte told me she had a date tonight with a boy named Seth. Tell me. Are you the same Seth taking my daughter out?"
"Yes, sir," Seth's voice shook, "If it's ok with you."
"On one condition…"
"Name it."
"I'd like to meet you," Crowley demanded while my forehead met the wall. Dammit, "When you come to pick Charlotte up, you will come to our door and knock exactly three times. We're currently staying at the Grand Hotel in room 333 while our new house is being rid of asbestos. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, sir," Seth promised, "I should be there in fifteen minutes. Could you tell her?"
"Yes," he let him go, "I'll be waiting."
Click.
"Have you ever heard the term helicopter parent?" I asked, fixing my makeup.
"If loving and worrying about my little girl and the company she keeps is wrong," Crowley kicked his feet up, "I don't want to be right."
"What about when she's not your daughter?" I snapped at him.
"Lena," he clutched his chest, "I'm hurt. Do you not think me a father figure?"
"No," I said bluntly, "No, I don't."
"Rude," Crowley gasped, "I thought I raised you better."
"You're exasperating."
"You're not the first to tell me that."
"I'm shocked," I put on the finishing touches. All I needed was the aegerine Uncle Bobby gave me. Once I did the clasp, I stepped out of the bathroom, "Well? Good enough?"
"Not exactly my type," Crowley shrugged, "But I'm sure he'll appreciate the effort."
"I love you, Crowley," I groaned, "But you're a pain in my ass."
"I'm your pain in your ass," he beamed, "Also, I slipped a pouch of blood into your bag. You're welcome."
"That's why I still say I love you," I smiled, "Despite you being a giant pain in my ass."
Knock…
Knock…
Knock…
"Good boy," Crowley praised, getting up to get the door, "Are you Seth?"
"Yeah…" I swear, this poor boy was going to end up with a puddle around his ankles.
"Please," he insisted, "Come in."
"Charlie?" Seth looked around for me.
"Pay him no attention," I settled him, "I'm all he's got. Can you blame him?"
"Hi," he came around the corner, "You ready to go?"
"Yeah," I grabbed my bag.
"Hold on, young lady," Crowley stopped us, "I had all intentions of getting to know him. How am I supposed to know that he can keep you safe if something goes wrong?"
"If something goes sideways," I rolled my eyes, "You know damn well I can take care of it."
"I know I don't look like much," Seth added, "But I wouldn't let anything happen to your daughter, Mr. MacLoud. I promise."
"That's all any father could ever hope for," Crowley warmed up to him a little, "Seth, can I let you in on a little secret?"
"What?" my stomach dropped. What the hell was he trying to pull here?
"Because I'd hate for something to happen to Charlotte," he smirked, "I want you to know that I know some people in the local criminal underworld and they all care for Charlotte dearly. Be careful with my little girl and we won't have any problems."
"Yes, sir," Seth got his message. Really? Was he really taking the Goodfellas route with this? I swear to God...
"Come on," I took Seth by the wrist, "Let's go."
"Charlotte," Crowley pulled me to his side, "I love you. Be careful."
"Bye, Dad..." That hurts to say. Especially to Crowley.
And just like that, Seth and I were off to wherever he was taking me. I didn't really know what a date with Seth would include. Although, I wouldn't mind doing what we did this afternoon again. Just at night. Instead, the two of us got into his Corvette and he took me to a cozy hole in the wall bar that I've become accustomed to. Weird. It's like he was in my head.
"What are we doing here?" I asked, "We're underaged."
"It's cool," Seth assured, "I'm in good with the manager. He's a good dude."
I mean, I had a fake ID with just in case the night went sideways and I needed a drink, but this was ok, too, "Did you and the band play here or something?"
"A few times," he nodded, helping me out of the car, "Besides, there's a band playing here tonight from the area. I heard they're pretty damn good. You look like the kind of girl that'd be into that sort of thing."
"Always support your local bands, kids," I approved, "You never know who's going to blow up. You know where they're from?"
"Somewhere in the suburbs," Seth got the door for me. Damn...I'm not sure if he's trying to impress me or not, but the occasional chivalry is nice, "Delight on Delivery, I think they're called."
That was shooting off signals in Lena's little brain. Why did that sound familiar? Hell of a name for a band, but it sounded really familiar. When I was still living in the area, I was pretty plugged in to the local music scene, but where have I heard Delight on Delivery before? Either way, I could stand a night off. It'll be nice to get away from all the hunting crazy for the night.
Seth got the two of us a cozy booth off to the side and ordered food from the bar. This place was nice. Not like overly upscale, but compared to some of the really sketchy bars I've been in throughout my life, this reminded me of the bar back in Hartford. THAT'S WHERE I HEARD THAT BEFORE! I KNEW DELIGHT ON DELIVERY SOUNDED FAMILIAR! I'M THE ONE THAT CAME UP WITH IT!
It's good to know the guys got a gig! As much as I'd love to run up onstage and hug them all, I couldn't blow my cover. This was bad. Because I know for a fact that my boys would be able to pick out my face from a crowd. Dammit...I'm boned. I switched sides of the booth, facing the door instead of the stage. But for the sake of nostalgia, I couldn't help myself. I went to their merch table in the back and nabbed a t-shirt. They're still using my logo, too. I neatly folded the shirt and shoved it into my bag. Damn, I miss my boys.
"Hey," Seth sat back down with me, putting our drinks down, "Sudden seat swap?"
"Is that a problem?" I asked.
"No," he hid a smile, "Here. I wasn't sure what your poison of choice was."
"What'd you get me?" I looked into the martini glass that was an alarming shade of bright pink.
"Cosmo," Seth slid the glass over to me.
"Seriously?" I giggled, slamming the delightful combination of vodka and cranberry juice, "Now, let's try this again. I am not a rerun of Sex and the City. Jack and Coke, half and half."
"Alright," he got back up and fixed my drink order, "Is this better?"
"Absolutely," I took my first sip of whiskey in what feels like ages, trying not to swoon, "It's like a hug..."
"I never would've taken you for whiskey," Seth nudged me under the table, "But just a side note, we can't get too stupid. The manager doesn't want to get slammed with contributing to the delinquency of minors."
"Understandable," I gave him that, "And I'm sure he doesn't want to deal with a couple of drunk teenagers anyway."
"No one ever does," he clinked his glass against mine.
"So," I wondered, "What's your poison?"
"Gin," Seth shrugged, "Nothing too exciting. How'd you get hooked on whiskey?"
"It's always been in my blood," I admitted, "My uncle had a thing for whiskey. My brothers have a thing for whiskey. I guess I just followed suit."
"What about your dad?" he asked.
"My dad does scotch," I remembered the six of us sitting in the bunker, drinking the image of Crowley's mother banging an archangel out of our heads. Good times, "Or, on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, if you really want him to love you, anything that comes with little umbrellas, he's down for. Although, I'm not quite sure how he'd feel about you giving his seventeen year old daughter alcohol."
"I'm sure that after a few," Seth teased, "He'd be cool with anything."
"I've never seen him drunk," I thought back, "But my oldest brother has. He says he's delightful."
"Here, Seth," a pretty blonde waitress brought us a basket of fries covered in cheese and gravy and they looked disgusting. But magical all the same, "Enjoy."
"Thank you," Seth smiled at her, sending her off, "I know it's ridiculously unhealthy, but the smothered fries here are a gift from God."
"I'm not complaining," I already had one in my mouth.
"Hello, everyone," the band got started. It's good to hear Brendon's voice again, "I know you're not here for us, but it's nice to have you anyway. When we do our shows, our first song is always dedicated to a couple of former band members. Mel, one of our old lead singers and my one and only soulmate, is up in the stars going across the universe. And Lena…"
My heart sunk. I hated that all it took was a quick mention of Mel and one of me and I was damn near a blubbering mess. Of course, it couldn't go unnoticed. Seth caught me slightly snivel, "Charlie? You ok?"
"Yeah," I shook him off, not totally sure on how accurate that was.
"Lena's God only knows where," Brendon chuckled a little, "Never could keep tabs on her. We miss our frontwomen dearly, but we'll try to do them proud tonight."
Luke counted them in and I got up to go to the bathroom. The only thing that could make tonight worse was if Sam and Dean were to walk in the front door. I just hope that by some sick, twisted fate, they don't. This seemed like their kind of bar. Dean's anyway. Sam would rather get drunk in the motel room, but Chuck, if you're listening, please…I can't take much more. I just want one night where things don't hurt anymore. I thought about having a cigarette for the first time in three months, but I couldn't find them. Maybe a little bit of blood? No. Save that for a rainy day.
"Charlie?" Seth knocked on the door, "Are you ok?"
"Relatively," I pulled myself together, "I'm sorry. I wasn't anticipating random crying fits tonight."
"Why don't you come back out here?" he suggested, "I got your drink in hand. We can get going."
"Ok," I got rid of the black streaks down my face and came out to my whiskey and my date.
"Come here," Seth wrapped his arms around me, "I don't know what happened to set you off like that, but hopefully, it's over. Right?"
"Yeah," I nodded, nuzzling my face in his chest. Once I downed the rest of my drink, the two of us were off again. My boys were so close, but they were so far away all the same. For the sake of the case, I couldn't blow my cover. Maybe when this is all over and I find out where Christina's coven is, I'll pay them a visit. An era long past.
"So?" Seth got the car door for me, "Where to?"
"I don't know," I was already getting kind of tired, "Surprise me."
"Hey…" he stuttered, "Can I be honest with you?"
"I insist," I allowed, "Something on your mind?"
"I…" Seth blushed a bit. But before another word came out of his mouth, his mouth found its way to my mouth and he gave me the softest, most gentle kiss I've ever had in my life. Luke was good. Don't get me wrong. But this? This was one of those movie moments where I kind of went cross-eyed and got that dizzy feeling everyone always talked about when they were in love, "I've been wanting to do that damn near since the minute we met. You were so sweet, but so salty. I've never met someone so balanced."
"HA!" I couldn't help myself, "Sweetheart, I'm far from balanced."
"Not that kind of balanced," he giggled, "More like…You know who you are and what you want. And I like that about you. And I'd love to keep kissing you, if that's alright."
"Absolutely," I didn't even give it a second thought. Then again, I think my hormones had me on autopilot. Dean and I would joke about me making out with a guy in the back of a muscle car, but neither one of us ever thought it'd happen. Technically, it didn't. It's a front seat.
"Let's just go back to my house," he held my hand on the shifter, "Sound good?"
"Sure," my eyelids got heavier and heavier the closer we got to his house. No. This wasn't from me being tired. I knew what tired felt like. This was something totally different. Someone spiked my drink. Son of a bitch, someone spiked my drink…
When I woke up again, I was laying in an oddly comfortable bed. If I wasn't a bit on the nervous side, I'd probably go back to sleep. Where the hell was I? It's cold down here. Or I was going through withdrawal. No. This wasn't withdrawal. This was just a hella cold basement. All he had to do was say he was kinky. If Seth would've asked, I probably would've been cool with it, but this was a bit much for me. Can I call the safe word now?
"Charlie…?" a soft voice called out meekly.
"Christina?" I kept my fingers crossed. So much for thinking Seth wanted to get kinky, "What are you doing here?"
"I sleep here," she could hardly speak. Her voice sounded so hoarse, "When they let me."
"I'm going to get us out of here," I promised, "I know who they are and why they're keeping you here. They're vampires, right?"
"How…" Christina's voice broke, "How did you…?"
"Iron deficient, huh?" I teased, trying to make light of a dark situation, "Kind of a giveaway. Look, can you stand?"
"I'm too tired," she panted, "I just got through a feeding."
"Alright," I thought on my feet, "You rest up, ok? I'm going to get us both out of here."
"Thank you, Charlie," Christina sighed out, ready to collapse.
"Actually," I came clean, "It's Lena. I've been looking for the vamp nest in this town since I got here. The guy I said was my dad is my…partner. For lack of a better word. It's possible that a couple of guys are going to come down here to get you. They're hunters, too. But don't drop my name."
"I won't," she promised, "Charlie…Lena…"
"Call me whatever you want."
"I'm so tired…" Christina only got worse, "I don't get saline for another hour…"
Footsteps clicked on the floor above us, "Christina, who's up there?"
"Ni…" she started nodding off.
"Christina," I begged, "Come on. Stay with me."
"Ni…" Yeah. I wasn't getting much more out of her.
All of a sudden, a bright light came from the top of the stairs. Let's see. Makeshift weapons. I'm sure they took my knife off me. My bag was in the corner. I'm hoping my blood was safe. The stuff in the pouch anyway. They didn't keep anything sharp down here. Dammit. So much for that. I could bust one of the glass bottles, but that wouldn't be sharp enough to cut off the head. It'd slow them down, though.
"Such a shame…" a familiar voice melted me to my core, "I honestly expected you to put up a fight. Instead, you just fell over."
"What can I say?" I scoffed, "I had promises of candy when I got in the van, but suddenly, you whine when I don't do what you tell me. I like candy, dammit."
"The sugar's bad for you," the man stepped into my field of view. The nuns warned me the devil would be pretty. Instead, I got Lucifer and Crowley. But then, there was Nikolai.
"I'm still waiting on a Snickers."
"Aww…" Nikolai looked toward Christina's limp, unconscious body, "Looks like Daddy's little girl wanted a nap. She's so cute when she's sleeping, don't you think?"
"Especially when you're draining her regularly," I glared through him, "How can you do something so screwed up?"
"Nature of the beast, my dear," he ran his finger down my jawline.
"Is that what you're going to do with me?" I asked, "Make me your blood bag?"
"My blood bag?" Nikolai gave me a look, "No, no, dear child. You're not going to be my blood bag."
Seth came walking down the stairs, looking at me like he wasn't sure if he wanted to set me free or eat me, "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Charlie. But I didn't know how much longer you were going to be here."
"Of course," I rolled my eyes, "Who hasn't heard the time-honored tale of the guy she falls in love with either being gay, taken, both, or a vampire?"
"You…" Seth gasped, "You fell in love with me?"
"Well," I bit my lip, "Being a vampire kind of kills the mood."
"But Charlie," he got down to my level, "You're special."
"How do you figure?" I wondered, "You know my dad's going to be looking for me. He's not exactly a guy you want on your ass."
"I've only been turned for the past year," Seth sat me in his lap, "And I really want to turn you…"
"I don't think so," I shot him down.
"When we first met," he began, "I knew I wanted to turn you. I didn't want you to go anywhere."
"Trust me, sweetheart," I tried to wiggle out of his arms, "You don't want me."
"Yes, I do," Seth's embrace only tightened, "Please…Just let me turn you, Charlie. I can take care of you. And it can be you and me forever. What's so bad about that?"
Out of nowhere, I started getting dizzy…And cold…And withdrawal was setting in. But I had to stay strong, "N…No."
"What's wrong with her?" Nikolai wondered, noticing my sudden loss in energy.
"She's hypoglycemic," Seth got up and got the applesauce out of my bag, "See? I know how to take care of you."
"Then…" my breathing was more labored and my head started pounding, "How do you explain…the chains?"
"Here," he popped the top off my blood bag for me, "You need this. I can see it in your eyes. Your blood sugar's dipping, isn't it?"
"Yeah," I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my lips around the spout of the pouch and started downing blood like it was going out of style.
"Be sure to get all of it," Seth demanded, "Because as much as you're not going to like it, I'm going to have to feed soon. And in order to do that, I need you in better shape."
"Thank you," I finished up. With my first surge of energy, I could feel myself getting stronger again. Just enough to yank the chains off and push Seth away from me, "Thank you so much."
"Oh, my," Nikolai eyed me up, "You're not human either, are you, Charlotte?"
"No," I shook my head, "I'm human. Just a few extra perks. It's amazing what happens when you're rolling with the King these days."
"The King?" he wondered.
"Give me a sec," I got to my bag to grab my phone, holding both Seth and Nikolai down without even laying a finger on them. Let's see…C…C…C!
"Didn't go so well?" Crowley answered, "Do you need Daddy to come and get you?"
"No," I suppressed a gag, "Turns out my date wanted to feed on me instead."
"Lena," he groaned, "I don't need to hear about that."
"Not like that, you pervert," I rolled my eyes, "The coven. I found the coven. It's Seth. Seth's the one that took Christina. Seth's dad is the grand poohbah. Can you come here? I might need some help."
"What if I told you help was already there?" Crowley winced, "But it's not me?"
"Dammit!" I squeaked, "Why can't anything go right tonight?"
"The Impala's parked out front," he warned me, "They're staking the place out. I'm out back. Hurry up."
"Thanks for the heads up, Crowley," I shoved my phone in my pocket and grabbed my bag, "Well, boys. As much fun as it's been, I have to run."
"What are you?" Seth asked.
"A little girl with a blood problem," I thought it over, "In a way, I'm just like you, so you wouldn't have to turn me. Only difference is I'm a hell of a lot stronger."
"You're full of demon blood," Nikolai sniffed me out, "Aren't you?"
"Yep," I took my big ass knife out of my bag, "Now, Seth…"
"Yeah?" Seth's big, brown eyes started sparkling. I couldn't handle that. That's like Sam's eyes.
"I really did like you," I gave him one last kiss, "So I'm going to do you a favor."
"You'll let me go?" he hoped.
"Not exactly," I spun my knife around, "How attached are you to Nikolai?"
"He's still my dad," Seth's voice broke, "Why?"
"Turn your head," I demanded, "Trust me. It's for your own good."
"Ok…" he did as he was told and I put my headphones in his ears, "What's this for?"
"Like I said," I turned on one song, "Trust me."
"Ok," a lone tear streamed down his face, "Blackbird, huh?"
"It won't be long," I clicked the volume up a few notches.
"It's sweet, you know," Nikolai awed, "The way you look out for him."
"We'll say it's a common courtesy," I brushed him off, holding my blade to his neck, "Any last words?"
"It's good to see you're the same manner of monster as us," he smirked, "Truly a shame. Adding vampire abilities to a lovely young lady with demon blood coursing through her body would be quite the hybrid."
"Tempting…" I admitted, "But…"
WHACK!
And heads will roll. It's amazing when I can kill a vamp and have no remorse. Nikolai kind of gave me weird vibes to begin with. The fact that he was a vampire made it all the easier. Especially when poor little Christina had to pay the price. Let's see if I can do that vampire killing thing twice. Sorry, Seth. I wish you didn't find out this way. I pulled the headphones out of his ears.
"What happened?" he asked, "Why did you tell me to look away?"
"I'm so sorry, Seth," I held my blade to him, "I can't let you go on."
"Wait!" Seth quivered, "What if I don't kill anyone? What if I just keep Christina around? She's been like the younger sister I never had since before I was turned. I was going to turn her, but I never got the chance. Dad said we couldn't risk a newborn."
"Yet you weren't going to hesitate to turn me," I pointed out.
"I wanted to turn you in secret."
"I liked you, Seth," I prepared myself, "Any last words?"
"I love you, Charlie MacLoud," his eyes swelled, "If you're going to do it, please be quick."
"Balls…" I grumbled under my breath, "Hold on. I'm going to give you one last thing. You're dying anyway."
"What?"
I ran my blade over my arm and dripped some of my blood into one of the empty bottles littered around here, "You wanted to know what it tasted like so bad that you drugged me and threw me in your basement. You need to know if I lived up to the hype."
"But…" Seth stared into the bottle, "It's better when it's…You know…Still fresh."
"I know," I agreed, "But this is as good as it's going to get. You're not sinking your fangs into me."
"I'm sorry," he took the bottle, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."
"Drink up," I insisted, "I'm actually curious. What does my blood taste like to you?"
Seth took a healthy swallow from the bottle and smiled, "Like good whiskey and sunshine."
WHACK!
I really am sorry, Seth. I wish things would've turned out better between us. Now, I needed to get the hell out of here without freaking out his sisters. I laid my knife in Christina's hand while she laid there, sleeping soundly. Hopefully, when she wakes up, she'll think she blacked out and killed the vampires holding her against her will and feeding off her blood. The basement had outside access, but I had no clue where it emptied out. Somewhere on the side. No doubt, Sam and Dean were keeping a close eye on the place, so I'll have to be careful.
Gently, I lifted up the door and peeked out of the crack. Better yet, back of the house! Awesome! Sure enough, Crowley had the engine running in the alley. Thank God. I never thought I'd be so thankful to see his face. But then, everything that happened back there got me thinking. With the demon blood cravings getting closer and closer together, am I getting stronger? I've never been able to blast vampires like that. That'd be cool. A shame I didn't hold onto some of that venom. Nikolai may have been a crazy son of a bitch, but he had a point. A human/demon/vampire hybrid sounded pretty badass to me. But I digress.
"Hello, sweetheart," Crowley pulled out of the alley, "How was your date?"
"Bloody," I took my tank top off, keeping on the one underneath, "Did you think to pack the car?"
"Yes, I did," he nodded, "Why? Wanting to get out of town so soon?"
"As soon as humanly possible," I kicked the seat back, "That was exhausting. I'm taking a nap. Wake me when we get somewhere."
"Ok…" Crowley walked on eggshells, "Where are we going?"
"I don't care," I shut my eyes, "Wake me when we get somewhere warm."
A/N: Holy hell, I didn't expect this chapter to be so long. But expect the next one to be a doozy, too. Because some of the shit I got coming up is going to be pretty intense. But I hated doing that to Seth. He was so sweet and so lovable and such a genuinely good soul. Buuuuuuuuuuut…When someone said that Rachael (remember that bitch, Rachael that was kind of annoying?) was a vampire, I thought, what would be even worse? Give Lena a little bit of hope and then, yank it away like the asshole I am. So, in a way, Crowley had every right to be the overly protective parent here. It's not every day your baby comes home and says I'm going on a date with a vamp. We also had a close call with the boys here, too. Will they find out about Lena? Will they not find out about Lena? And where is this banana going? We'll find out soon enough, won't we? See you next chapter! xx