Ow...Ow...Ow! Between my head and my stomach, I don't know what hurts worse. Wait a minute...Where the hell was I? This wasn't Hell. Hell was more comfortable. Hell wasn't distorting my vision (although, I think that's the headache's fault). Son of a bitch...They dragged me to the bunker, didn't they? No. This couldn't be the bunker. An actual ray of sunlight shined through the little window. If that's the case, where the hell was I?

"Nobody knows..." Lucifer sang, rattling a tin cup over the bars, "The trouble I see...Nobody knows my sorrows..."

"Thanks, Lucifer," I gagged, grabbing the iron bedframe to stabilize myself, "You've been a great help."

"Lena?" he sat with me, his voice sounding more garbled, "You ok, princess?"

"No." What the hell was this? How long have I been out? I got up from the bed and bolted for the sink. Gripping the sides with all the strength left in my body, I heaved my guts out down the drain. This isn't good. I've felt this before, but I was also going through my first major blood withdrawal. It's only a matter of time before the uncontrollable shaking starts and the fever delusions set in.

"That's cute," Lucifer looked away, coughing a few times.

"If I could punch you," I wiped my mouth off, "I so would right now."

"Hey," he brought me back down to the bed. So, Lucifer is tangible only when he wants to be, huh? Good to know, "You really don't look too hot, kiddo."

"Thanks, dick," I scoffed, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The color from my face drained through my feet. Although, the redness in my eyes made up for the gray tones the rest of me was taking.

"I'm serious, Lena," Lucifer checked me over, "How are you feeling?"

"Like actual death," I curled up in his lap. If anyone were to ask about my relationship with Lucifer, I'd deny it up and down, but right now, he's really not that bad a guy. It's like he said, Chuck had a better PR team. I did a quick glance around the room. Just him, me, and a basic setup, "Where's my bag?"

"Looking for a fix, are we?" he put a hand to my cheek, cooling me off, "Your bag was taken while you were knocked out."

"Dammit," I grumbled, "Do you know where?"

"Nope."

"What about where we are?" I wondered, "I'm completely stumped. This isn't the bunker."

"No," Lucifer confirmed, "But it's warded to the teeth. I can tell you that. Angels, demons, spirits. Whoever built this knew what he was doing."

"Then, where are we?" I grew more impatient...and snappy.

"Actually," he went up to the window, "Smells like South Dakota. Can't see too much through the window, though. Does no one know what a bottle of Windex looks like?"

South Dakota? Did the Men of Letters have a bunker up here, too? They could have them all over the country and I wouldn't know. That was a Sam and Dean thing, not me. They were the legacies. I'm just an honorary member. Why would we be in South Dakota of all places? Did they think they were going to stir up warm, fuzzy memories from my childhood by bringing me here? Because a lot of those memories weren't pretty. Which led me to this, "Why would we be in South Dakota?"

"I don't know," Lucifer shrugged, "Sam's coming. You could ask him."

The creak of the door pierced through my head like a railroad spike. Wherever we were, this place needed more than just a bottle of Windex. Some WD-40 would be a good idea, too. Sam came in with a takeout box in his hand with something that smelled absolutely phenomenal. It's too bad the thought of food made me nauseous right now. Even if they were boneless wings...

"Lena...?" he kept his voice down, "You awake?"

"Yeah," my shaking started and my nausea only got worse, "I'm awake."

"Here," Sam sat with me, "Eat something. You'll feel better."

"I don't want anything," I shoved them away. Only one thing could make me feel better and I have a feeling I wasn't going to get that.

"Too nauseous to eat?" he assumed. I keep forgetting that, out of everyone in this world, no one knows what I'm going through better than Sam. I weakly nodded, trying not to get too close, "Yeah. I don't miss that. It's just withdrawal, Lena. You'll be ok."

"I know," I shook him off, "Once I get some blood back in my system, I can go back to enjoying myself. I'm thinking Cabo. Cabo sounds nice."

"Gabriel tends to hang out in Tijuana," Lucifer pointed out, "Hintity, hint, hint."

"It does sound nice," Sam agreed, "But you're not getting any more blood."

"Where's my bag?" I asked with innocent intentions. As far as he knew anyway.

"In the Impala whenever you're ready to leave," he told me, "But that's going to be a while yet."

"And where are we now?" So I can already formulate my escape plans. It'd be nice to know where the nearest bus station is, so I can get my ass back to Wyoming. I can probably pop the gate by myself. I'll go back downstairs, check on my favorite little blood bag, grab a drink, and call it a day. Then, I'll hit up Cabo.

"Same place I did my detox," Sam inched closer, "Kind of a pain in the ass to get through all the ashes, but this room was built to withstand the apocalypse."

"Wait," I thought it over, getting a knot in my stomach and a lump in the back of my throat, "Are we at Uncle Bobby's house?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "This was his panic room. Built it by himself in a weekend."

"That man..." I chuckled a bit, "Sounds like something Uncle Bobby would do."

"Bobby never was one for golf."

"But," I brought it back, "Why are you here? If I'm supposed to be detoxing from the demon blood in my body, or what's left of it, shouldn't I be left alone?"

"I'm just here to check up on you," Sam put his hand to my cheek, "No offense, Lena, but you've seen better days."

"You're damn right I have," I coughed a few times, trying to hide the blood on my fist, "If you were to give me some applesauce from out of my bag, I'm sure my stomach could keep that down."

"I'm sure you could," he gave me a look, "But you don't think we'd know better? We know what's in those applesauce pouches. That's why they went down the sink."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" I growled, "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

"Look at what it's doing to you, Lena," Sam pointed out, "You're a freakin' mess! Dean's so pissed off at you that he told me to come in here or he would've thrown you against the wall! Do you really want that?"

"But..."

"No!" he cut me off, "No is the right answer here! Because you don't need this. And you know it. I've seen you fight off vampires, werewolves, djinn, witches, demons, Lucifer himself! You can kick ass with the best of them. And that's without the demon blood."

"I took out an entire vamp nest by myself on the demon blood," I snarled, "I worked a case on my own, earned the trust of the leader of the coven, and ended them...All of them. And practically with the snap of my fingers."

I still felt kind of bad about Seth, though. He was a good dude and he was good to me. Still is. Sam started making connections in his head, "Was that vamp nest in Sioux Falls?"

"Yep," I confirmed, "Two bodies downstairs, two upstairs, human girl about my age with a few bitemarks and bruises on her left alive in the basement? You're welcome."

"And the British girl Dean and I bumped into in town that took off like a bat out of hell," he figured, "That was you?"

"Spend enough time hanging around Crowley and you'll master an accent, too."

"It was impressive," Sam praised, "I'll give you that. How many times have you slipped by us?"

"A few," I thought back, "Sioux Falls. Missouri a couple years ago. Baltimore a few months back. Remember that night Crowley took you and Dean to see Chicago?"

"Yeah."

"Ever think Roxie looked a little familiar?" I wondered, "Crowley wasn't just being a nice guy by introducing a little culture in your lives. He was testing me to see if I could handle seeing you guys again. And I couldn't. I broke down in my dressing room that night and chain-smoked half a pack of cigarettes before we left town. And got wasted in a Hostess factory the following night."

"Lena," Sam wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight like I was going to float away, "Please. Let us help you."

"Sorry, sweetie," I tried to wiggle my way free, but I didn't have the strength. Physically or mentally, "I'm beyond saving. My eyes are changing color. I'm sure my soul is in absolute ruin."

"Then, just talk to me," he insisted, "I heard you in here earlier...Just before I came in. Like you were talking to someone. Who were you talking to?"

"It was me," Lucifer beamed in the corner, "Hi, Sammy! Did you miss me? Oh wait. That's right. He can't see me."

"No one," I kept a tight lip. Just what I wanted was for Sam to think I was losing it. Aren't you, though? Shut up, Lucifer. What did I say about being in my internal monologue?

"Cas was right." The final piece of the puzzle fell into place in Sam's head, "You are hallucinating, aren't you?"

Dammit. He does know. I hate that my brothers have an angel in their back pocket. So do you, Lena. Yeah, but you're hanging around in my head. He already thinks I'm nuts, so there's no sense in hiding it anymore, "Yeah."

"Who are you seeing?"

"Pick me!" Lucifer sang, "I know this one!"

"Lucifer," I came clean.

"Ding ding! Tell the lady what she's won!"

"How long have you been seeing him?" Sam worried.

"A while," I did the math. Hey, Lucifer? Yeah? Think you could pull up a calendar in my head for me please? You know what, Lena? You might have grown up a little street rat, but the nuns taught you nice manners. Good for them. And they're about to go out the window and up your ass in a second. And there she is! There's my girl! You make me proud, princess. Shut up for a minute and give me a calendar, "A couple months, maybe?"

"And..." Sam took a look around, "Is he in here right now?"

Lucifer got up from his corner and moved closer to my brother. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him, "He's trying to stick his tongue in your ear right now."

"Gross," he cringed, "I'm going to call for Cas, ok? He'll take care of any pain you have right now."

"Ok," I surrendered, laying my head on Sam's shoulder, "This sucks, man."

"I know," Sam kissed the top of my head, "You'll get through it. I know you will."

"Thanks, Sammy," I forced a smile amidst the radiating pain throughout my body.

"Why don't you get some rest?" he insisted, "Sleeping helps. The more you can get, the better. We'll try eating then."

"Ok," I laid down on this piece of crap bed and Sam tucked me in. It didn't take me long to fall asleep. Without all the demon blood in my body, I could hardly keep my eyes open. I was physically exhausted and it was killing me. Either this needed to leave my body as soon as possible or I needed to get another hit.

Hey, Lena? Yes, Lucifer? You know what's coming, don't you? Hopefully no more throwing up or withdrawal kicking my ass? A way for that all to feel better. Really? Do tell. Think about it. Thinking...But I got nothing. Don't prove yourself to be just a pretty face. You know you're so much more than that. I'm exhausted, Lucifer. You think I could get some sleep? Fine. Just know that when the opportunity presents itself, you best take it. Got it. You want a lullaby? No. You sing Stairway off key on a loop. I don't deserve that. Fine. Good night, sweetheart. Good night.

A little while later, I felt my bed move and my body tingle. A little bit of my aches and pains were starting to subside. This felt kind of nice. Like the same kind of energy I had when we were fighting Lucifer off. And why do you think that is, Lena? I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count. Cas? Cas. I thought I felt the presence of an angel.

"Cas?" I spoke weakly, slowly opening my eyes.

"Good morning, Lena," the angel smiled down at me. And I'm cured, "How are you feeling?"

"A little off," I cuddled into his ribs, "But I should be ok. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Cas put an arm around me, "And your craving for demon blood? How is that?"

"I could still use some," I felt my mouth go dry. You know what you need to do, Lena. Not to be the little devil on your shoulder, but…I know. Shut up. Just looking out for you. Shut up, Lucifer.

"That should go away in the next day or two," he figured.

"Hey, Cas…" my voice broke as my hand went to his cheek.

"Yes?"

Slice.

I ran my fingernail across his throat, sucking out some of his grace, but not enough to kill him, "I'm so sorry…"

Cas fell to the bed and I jumped up from the bed, feeling supercharged again. See? I told you. You did know what to do. I'm so proud. I hate myself for doing it, but I do feel a whole hell of a lot better. Well done, Lena. Now, how do you plan on getting past your brothers? Where there's a will, Lucifer, there is a way. I think. Didn't think that far ahead, did you, kid? Not really. No. Dean's going to kick my ass seven ways to Sunday when he finds out what I did to Cas. If I make it out alive, I'll be amazed. Yeah. He does kind of like his angel, doesn't he? Yeah. You could say that again.

Come on, Lena. Think. Uncle Bobby's panic room was probably in his basement. Meant to withstand the apocalypse. Before you bounce out of here, you need to get your bag. Grabbing a little bit of cash probably wouldn't hurt either, but bigger fish. I found the path that Sam and Dean had already made through the rubble and crawled my way out. It appears the boys are having a moment by the car. So, they're distracted by their melodrama? Perfect. Come on, Lena. I want to listen to them brood. Time is of the essence here, Lucifer. I'm sure you're not missing anything. Please? Ugh. Fine.

"She'll get better," Sam assured, giving his brother the other beer in his hand, "I did."

"That's you," Dean scoffed, "I love Lena. I really do, but she's…She's not like you. She wasn't meant to be brought into this. She doesn't deserve this."

"I think you underestimate her," Sam backed me up. Thanks, Sammy! Even though I'm about to grab my bag out of the backseat here, "She is definitely better than what she was in Chicago. With Cas taking care of her, Lena should be ok by tonight."

"Then, we can start asking questions."

I gently shut the door, making sure not to make much for noise. Just what I wanted was for Sam and Dean to catch me, throw me back in the panic room, and find Cas unconscious. Once I was out of eyeshot, I bolted. In a perfect world, I would've checked to see if any of the cars in the scrapyard were operational, but stealth was the name of the game here. It's times like these where I miss my pile of crap Pinto.

"Well then," Lucifer chirped, walking by my side, "Where to now, princess?"

"Wyoming." I cracked open a blood pouch. Hello, old friend.

"Then, where?"

"Back to Hell." I might kill him.

"And then…?" Lucifer was trying to coax something out of me. I hated to admit it, but I knew what I needed to do.

"I need to find an archangel."

A/N: Poor little Cas. I feel bad now. What happened to me. I used to be so heartless about these things. Damn, I have soul. Where did you come from? But yes! Lena's going to go look for an archangel. Might be Gabriel. Might be Michael. Might be Lucifer. Might be Raphael. We don't know. Well…We do. She's only got the trust of one. Things are about to get messy here. And I'm going to go over here. See you next chapter! xx