After a few hours of driving, my legs were starting to cramp up. Not to mention, girlfriend needed a fix. Between the loud music I used to block out Lucifer and my withdrawal, my head was killing me. Once I start seeing two of everything, I figure it's time for little girls hooked on demon blood to enjoy a pint or so. Just enough to take the edge off and the withdrawal from screwing me over.

"Xander," I pulled into a gas station parking lot just outside of Denver, "Roll your sleeve up."

"Ok," he obliged, "That's what I liked about Xander. He gave me everything Crowley did. Blind admiration, demon blood, protection from other demons. The only difference was Xander, bless his heart, was too dumb to try anything. That came along with blind admiration, though.

As if we've rehearsed it a thousand times before, Xander pulled up his sleeve and ran a blade over his arm. Hello, breakfast. I latched onto his arm and swallowed down mouthful after mouthful of warm, sweet, metallic blood. Damn, Xander. I knew I kept you around for a reason. I needed more. The rush started kicking in and my vision went back to normal, even working its way to superhuman.

"Easy, Tex..." Lucifer jabbed, "You might want to slow down. Save some for the rest of the class."

Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away. I kept feeding on Xander's wrist, growing more and more content with every gulp. The warmth spread through my body like wildfire. Xander's blood, along with the trace remains of Crowley's blood still lingering in my system burned through my veins in the best way. Mmm...

"Lena..." Xander groaned deliriously. I glanced over at his graying fingertips. Oops. Lucifer was right. I guess I was taking a bit too much. I pulled his arm out of my mouth.

"Sorry," I winced, "I got a little carried away, didn't I?"

"I'd say so," Lucifer gasped, "Damn, Lena. Any more out of him and you would've bled him dry. It would've killed him."

"Happy to do it," Xander caught his breath, "Are you alright now?"

"Yeah," I wiped my mouth off, getting the stray blood off my fingers, "Thank you, Xander. And again, I'm sorry about damn near draining you completely."

"It's fine," he assured, giving me a little smile, "Anything for my new queen."

"Aww..." Lucifer gushed, "That's so cute!"

"Hey," I brushed him off, "You think we could get a hotel? I'm kind of tired and you could probably stand to rest up, too."

"Yeah," Xander nodded weakly, laying his head on the passenger window, "That sounds like a good idea."

"I've been really trying, baby..." Lucifer started singing.

"I'll be right back," I got out of the car, "I'm going to do a quick milk run. You want anything?"

"Trying to hold back this feeling..."

"Water," Xander requested, "Please."

"For sooooo long..."

"Ok," I shut the door and started walking toward the door, "Lucifer, you're such a dick."

"I'm a dick with a heart of gold, though," he grinned, walking alongside me, "Right?"

"I'm not so sure about that," I took a quick look around the store, searching for their drink coolers. A bottle of water for Xander. Ideally, a bottle of Jack for me, but I'm driving, so apple juice, it is. And a bottle of Gatorade for Xander, too. That boy just lost a lot of blood, so the electrolytes can't hurt.

"Hey, Lena," Lucifer called over to me, "Come here."

"What?" I rolled my eyes, getting some strange looks from the others in this cozy convenience store.

"First of all," he suggested, "You might want to keep your voice down. Just because you can see me doesn't mean everyone else can. I'm in your head, princess."

"What did you want?" I whispered.

"Remember when you were fighting vamps in Sioux Falls?" Before I could even say something, Lucifer cut me off, "Yes, yes. I was watching you. Big deal. I know. You humans always say you want an angel on your shoulder looking out for you, but when one actually does..."

"Lucifer!" I snarled, still making it a point to keep my voice down, "Get on with it."

"Your little friend...Cassidy...Cassandra...Somewhere in that ballpark..."

"Christina," I clarified, "What about her?"

"That's what it was!" he chirped, "Now, what did the patriarch of that nest give her to make sure her blood was perfectly seasoned? She ate disgustingly healthy. Anything to keep her blood nice and pure."

I looked at the shelf in front of me at a small assortment of vitamins. Lucifer, I hated to admit this, but you were a mad genius. Or maybe, because he was in my head, I was the mad genius? Whatever I had to tell myself to sleep at night. Nikolai did have Christina juiced up on iron supplements, though. Christina had to take maybe two of those every day. How many would I have to give to a demon? How does that conversion work?

I grabbed a couple bottles of iron supplements to start with. We can adjust the dosage from there. Alright. I had the milk, the eggs, and the bread. We were ready to pack it in for the night. And dammit, Crowley had me spoiled. I don't think I'd ever be able to slum it in a motel again. Xander and I got a relatively nicer hotel room and I put him to bed with his water and his iron tablets.

"Hey, Lena," Xander laid on my hip.

"What?" I pushed his dark, curly hair out of his face. This poor baby was starting to sweat a bit, but he didn't want to let me go.

"Thank you," he cuddled into me.

"He likes you..." Lucifer awed.

"For what?" I wondered, "I damn near killed you."

"I'm just an incubus demon down there," Xander sighed out, "Up here, I'm taking care of the future ruler of Hell. As far as I'm concerned, the current leader of Hell. We've been doubting Crowley's integrity for years. He says we have more integrity than the brokers on Wall Street, but any time the Winchesters say jump, he'll always be there to ask how high."

"Not necessarily," I defended him, "When he and I were hanging around together, we were getting wasted in a Hostess factory."

"Mmmm..." Lucifer hummed out, "I do love me a good Twinkie. Can't go wrong. And Zingers, too. When the mood's right."

"You and Crowley?" Xander chuckled, "What were you doing in a Hostess factory?"

"I wanted a Twinkie," I shrugged, "So, we broke into a Hostess factory in Maryland and he got a call from Sam asking about me. And Crowley sided with me for a change. He promised me that he'd keep me out of the boys' reach as long as I needed."

"But didn't Crowley hand deliver you to them?"

"That's right," Lucifer added, "Might as well have put a bow on your head and everything. Maybe on a silver platter with an apple in your mouth."

"That was my mistake," I grumbled, "I shouldn't have trusted him. I will admit, though. I won't ever forget the Hostess factory. That was a fun night."

"Hopefully," Xander thought, "We can have better nights."

"Why don't you get some sleep?" I insisted, "We can leave early tomorrow morning. It's only another, what, four hours to Wyoming?"

"What?" Lucifer pouted, "No more bedtime stories? The riveting adventures of Lena and Crowley? Granted, I've seen them all before, but it's nice to get a fresh perspective."

"About that," Xander figured.

"Get some sleep," I left him in his bed and crawled into my own.

"And not even a little bit of spooning?" Lucifer whined, "Come on, Lena. Throw the guy a bone."

"I don't want to hear any more from you," I glared at the dresser.

"Lena," Xander worried, "Are you alright? Upstairs?"

"Yeah, Lena," Lucifer asked, sitting at the edge of my bed, "Are you alright? Upstairs? He's asking if you're losing your marbles, Lena!"

"Thank you!" I growled, "I realize this!"

"You're scaring me," Xander wobbled over to my bed, looking like his knees were about to give out, "Talk to me, Lena. What's going on?"

"Tell him," Lucifer demanded, "Tell him you got good old Uncle Luci in your head, making you his favorite plaything. I mean, I do need to get a little bit of something for you turning on me...killing me...Or did you get me killed? I can't really remember."

"Lucifer's in my head," I confessed, "He has been for the last couple days. Ever since I left Sam and Dean and summoned you. He thinks he's really funny."

"I am!" he squeaked, "Ouch, Lena. That was hurtful."

"Lucifer?" Xander gasped, "Like..."

"Dark lord of all evil, Satan himself, textbook, copywritten daddy issues abound, Lucifer," I confirmed.

"Excuse me? Who are your brothers again?" Lucifer scoffed, "You want copywritten daddy issues?"

"He's driving me nuts," I rolled my eyes, "He's like a bad roommate I can't get rid of that eats all your food and skips out on their half of the rent."

"You live in your head rent free," he pointed out, "I can have your lawyers call my lawyers."

"Is it bad?" Xander asked, helping me keep my focus.

"It's not pleasant," I squirmed, "That's for damn sure."

"You know you love me," Lucifer smirked, "It's impossible not to. I'm me! Not my fault that Dad's PR team was better than mine."

"You know, Lena," Xander pulled me to his chest, "Do you remember what kind of demon I am?"

"No," I shook my head, "Sorry."

"Psst..." Lucifer whispered, "I know this one."

"I'm an incubus demon," Xander cradled me, "And what an incubus demon does is essentially be the embodiment of lust. We seduce our prey before we attack. But you know I'd never hurt you. Intentionally. When there isn't a massive bounty out for you."

"Water under the bridge, Xander," I laid my head in his shoulder, "Where are you going with this?"

"All...The...Way!"

"I'm not saying I'm going to seduce you," he explained, "What I can do, though, is put your head in a gentle space for a while. Just enough to get you to sleep. It's kind of like what roofies do, but without being roofies. It's like getting you high. Think of it like being on morphine. You feel all warm and tingly inside so much that you're distracted by the miserable pain you're in. Do you want me to do that for you? Just something to shut Lucifer up?"

"Xander, Xander, Xander..." Lucifer groaned, "I never knew you felt so strongly about me. I remember this little punk when he first arrived in Hell. He wasn't much. Kind of gangly. A little weird. He's grown a pair since then, hasn't he? It's cute. I'm proud of him. We can chalk that up to personal growth."

"Please," I begged, "The sooner, the better. I want to be so high, I'm touching the moon."

"Alright," Xander took my face between his hands, gently kissing my lips, "I promise you won't get hooked on this like you did the demon blood. This will just keep Lucifer out of your head."

"Thank you," I took one more kiss from him. And another...And another...And he says I can't get hooked on them. I could do that for a while longer.

"Should I cover my eyes for this?" Lucifer cringed, "Is it about to get X-rated?"

I didn't even care what Lucifer had to say anymore. Xander lulled me into the most beautiful, lethargic state. That felt more amazing than the demon blood. I needed another demon around. Xander could do this for a little while longer. Maybe I should have my own army of incubus demons just for this purpose. Once I get to Hell, I think I'll have to summon all of them to the throne room once or twice a week.

Here I was trying to take care of Xander after damn near bleeding him dry. And now, he's taking care of me. I don't know why he did the things he did for me, but I'm not complaining. Although, I'm curious as to how long Lucifer was going to stay away. Any break was good enough for me. I didn't want to deal with Lucifer at all, let alone his random quips. He's exhausting.

When I woke up, I still felt like I was floating. Then again, it could also be the heated blanket that Xander was. Not in a bad way, though. This was kind of nice. And the only thing that could make this any better was a good, strong drink. I needed whiskey anyway. Whiskey sounded good. Whiskey fixed all of life's little problems.

"Hey," Xander slowly woke up, "Good morning, Lena."

"Morning," I looked over at the clock. Shortly after eight, "Morning?"

"Night," he helped me up, "It'd be weird to say good night to you if we're just waking up."

"Fair enough," I stretched, "You feel like going out for a drink?"

"I could do a drink," Xander nodded, "You want a quick hit before we go out?"

"Absolutely," I got my knife out of my bag and took enough to get a little buzz. I didn't need to drain Xander again.

We left our hotel without Lucifer in my head and went into the bar down the street. And I had all intentions of getting absolutely bombed. I had my pain in the ass roommate in my head. I had my brothers pissed off at me. My pseudo father figure screwed me over. I'm sure Heaven wasn't too happy with me, given my current vice of choice. I deserved a damn drink!

Or two drinks…Or three drinks…Or nine drinks. I stopped counting. This demon blood was killing my tolerance ratio. Usually, after nine drinks, I would've been totally bombed. But I felt fine! What the hell, demon blood? Not cool, man. Not cool. Although, I was getting a little dizzy. Drink after drink, my dizziness only got worse. I needed to lay down now. All the booze hit me at once and I needed to go sleepy-by…

All I did was shut my eyes. And for whatever reason, my head went right back to the beautiful penthouse I shared with my fantasy gentleman friend/Latin lover Fredrico. He laid on our bed in the black silk sheets, stretched out, ready for the two of us to have a regularly scheduled evening. Yes, please. I'm here for this.

"Hola señorita," Fredrico shot me a wink, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Hola," I jumped onto our bed.

"Mi princesa," he wrapped his arms around me, "How would you like to proceed? Should I take my shirt off?"

"Si…"

"And maybe," Fredrico undid his shirt buttons, "my pants later?"

"Si…" I started sweating. My heart started racing.

"And maybe," he whispered in my ear, gently kissing my cheek, "We could move on to you…"

Knock, knock.

"Oh, son of a bitch," I grumbled, "Hold on. I'll be right back."

"Where do I have to go, sweetheart?"

I got up from the bed and threw the door open. Fantastic. Just the dick I wanted to see, "Hi, Lena. Busy?"

"Go away, Lucifer," I shut the door in his face. Only to turn around and find him sitting on the couch, "You're a bad case of herpes. Did you know that?"

"You know how to hurt me, don't you, Lena?" Lucifer kicked his feet up.

"Lena?" Fredrico called from the bed, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," I promised, "It's fine."

"Like I'm not even here," Lucifer let me go, "Enjoy."

"Or," I suggested, "You could just leave. That'd be pretty cool."

"Where's the fun in that?"

Knock, knock.

"Son of a bitch!" I squeaked, "I can't catch a damn break!"

"It's alright, Lena," Fredrico settled me, "Go ahead and get the door."

I shoved my finger in Lucifer's face, "Not. A. Word."

"No one can see me, Lena," Lucifer assured, "Still just in your head. And always in your heart."

"In the dark, vast corner of my heart," I grabbed the door to find a man with a pizza balanced on his hands, "You, too, now?"

"Hiya, sweetheart," my favorite little archangel beamed on the other side, "I did owe you a pizza, did I not?"

"Now?" I whined, "You couldn't have picked a worse time to do this."

"Well, I wanted to come talk to you," Gabriel pulled up a chair, "Hey, Fredrico? Do you mind? Salir?"

There went Fredrico. So much for my dirty dream. And of course, because the name of the game is to make sure Lena doesn't have nice things, Lucifer sat off in the corner with a giant grin on his face, "This couldn't have been more perfect. Do it, Lena. You remember the thing I told you, right? About getting Gabriel's grace? And how that would heighten your demon blood and make it last longer and all kinds of fun?"

"You know, kiddo," Gabriel began, "If you were looking for a break, you could've come hung out with me. The shenanigans we could get into would be borderline sitcom."

"Do it, Lena…"

"What can I say?" I shrugged, "I like this better."

"Do it…"

"Your brothers are worried, Lena," Gabriel told me, "Instead, you've been juicing?"

"Thanks, Gabriel," I mumbled, "Just what I want with my dirty fantasy. A lecture."

"Get his grace, Lena…His angel blade is in his pocket. Just a quick slit of his throat and it's all yours."

"I'm not here to lecture you," he promised, "I know you're a big girl. You can make your own decisions. Who am I to say what you can and can't do? Go play if you want. I'm all for it. But you do know that Sam and Dean are just looking to help you, right? That they love you?"

"Yeah," I sighed out, "I know. But is running by myself really that bad?"

"Depends on what you get yourself into," Gabriel thought, "Sometimes, you get into hookers and blow. Other times, you get into demon blood."

"Do it, Lena!" Lucifer screamed in my ear, "Get his grace now!"

I jolted up out of a dead sleep in a cold sweat in the passenger seat of the Pinto. What the hell was that all about…? My head hurt and we were moving. Not a good combination. That's when Lena gets motion sick and that's not pretty for anyone involved. Lucky for me, I had a Xander. Granted, Lucifer was still in the backseat with his knitting, but for right now, I needed to get the nauseum under control.

"Hey," Xander put his hand to my forehead, "How are you doing, Lena?"

"Not too hot, Xander," Lucifer chimed, "She could've been a whole hell of a lot better if she would've nabbed a little bit of Gabriel grace, but she decided to ignore me."

"I'm kind of nauseous," I reported, trying to get my bearings.

"Here," Xander drove with his knee and opened up his arm, "We're almost to the gate. You think you can hang in there for a little bit longer? Then, it'll be all the demons you could ever ask for and you can go through them like water if you wanted to. Alright?"

"Ok," I started nodding off again with Xander's bleeding arm in my mouth, "Xander, I'm so tired."

"I know," he flexed his fingers, making his blood pump faster, "But we'll be in Hell soon and you can rest then. Stay with me, ok?"

"Aww…" Lucifer put his needles down, "You know, Lena, you two would make a super, super cute couple."

"Shut…up…Lucifer…" I caught my breath in between feeding.

"Do you want me to get him out?" Xander asked, "You know I can."

"Don't worry about it," I brushed him off, giving Xander his arm back, "He's not worth the effort."

"Come on," he stopped the car outside a cemetery in Cheyenne and threw me on his back, "We're almost there, Lena. Soon enough, you'll be on your throne, ok?"

"Awesome," I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Xander spit out a couple lines of Latin and a mausoleum door opened up. There it was. The doorway to Hell. I've never seen it up close. The last time I was in Hell, Lucifer took me and it was against my will. I don't think we had to use the gate. Well…Here we go. Let's go to Hell.

A/N: Yes, Lena. Let's go to Hell. I'm very excited. Also, I LOVE THE AMOUNT OF LUCIFER SASS IN THIS CHAPTER. HE IS A SASSY BITCH AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH. And another thing, our dear friend BunnyGirl1520 (Yes. You post about it in a public forum. You will be called out. But this is coming from a place of love. I promise.) has volunteered to do a lovely bit of fan art that I'm HEAVILY looking forward to! Whenever you finish, hit me up on the internet somewhere. Twitter, Tumblr, Snapchat, Instagram. You know where to find me. Don't hesitate. Now, I'm thinking I'm going to go turn on some ASMR, lay down, and possibly go to sleep. See you next chapter! xx