"Why am I not surprised? I gagged, feeling like every other parent in the world that walked in on their kids going at it like dogs. I totally wanted to see Gabriel's naked ass today. I had all intentions of seeing Rowena wrapped in a bedsheet, too. Sure. That's perfectly fine.

"We're two consenting adults," Gabriel defended, "You walked in on us, kid."

"How was I supposed to know you were in here plowing Rowena?" I squealed, still painfully uncomfortable with my hand over my eyes.

"Gabriel and I…" Rowena began, "You see, Lena…When a…"

"I know where babies come from," I needed a drink. Me, too. I got to admit I'm a little jealous I didn't get a crack at the smokeshow redhead before Gabriel, though. Lucifer, you're not helping. I'm just saying. Now I have to have Gabriel's sloppy seconds. Lucifer!

"Why don't you leave us alone for another…" Gabriel checked the clock on the nightstand, "Twenty minutes…"

"Twenty?" Rowena whined, "Only?"

"Thirty minutes," he corrected himself, "And we can hang out then?"

"Only if I can drink on your bar tab," I stipulated.

"Deal," Gabriel agreed, "Now, go ahead. Get wasted on me."

"Thank you."

"Hey," he shrugged, "It's cheaper than paying for your therapy. Get the hell out of here and let the grown ups go back to wrestling."

"Gross," I cringed, taking his credit card off the dresser, "Thirty minutes. And at least have pants on by then."

"Thank you," Gabriel pulled Rowena back down to the bed, "Oh! And Lena?"

"What?" I smacked my forehead into the doorframe. In Mexico for a couple hours and I'm already over it. What a shame.

"Could you bring back a bottle of orange juice and some champagne?" he requested, "I'm sure you'll want a little something, something, right, baby?"

"Gabriel," Rowena swooned, cuddling into her angel's ribs, "Ever the romantic, aren't you?"

"Guilty."

"Yes," I shuddered, "Could you two at least wait until I leave the room?"

"You crashed our party, sweetheart," he pointed out, "Go…Thirty minutes. Bring back booze."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I wonder if I could live vicariously through him. Rowena's probably a lot of fun. Thank you, Lucifer. Not only do I have the mental image of Gabriel Banging Rowena forever burned in my brain, but now, you, too. Throw on a little Barry White. Make her a drink. Hey! Keep that kind of thinking to yourself please. I can't. We live in the same head. Damn. At least Gabriel was kind enough to buy my liquid therapy. I wonder if I can find a good bar in Tijuana. Maybe I'll get a bit adventurous and find a resort. You? Getting fancy? What can I say? Crowley got me used to life's finer things. Let's go drink until we can't feel feelings anymore.

Remember what we're here for, Lena. Yeah. A Mai-Tai and a pretty masseur named Juan. No. What did we come to Mexico in the first place? Gabriel. What about Gabriel? I need more angel grace with more juice. Do you think he's going to give you any? Gabriel adores me. He always has. I don't see why he wouldn't. It's not like Gabriel to do much for anyone that isn't himself. Are you sure about that? He's got a soft spot for me. I know he will. And if he doesn't? Well…Force is always an option.

Regardless, I still needed a drink. It's times like these where I'm ecstatic that Dean's afraid to fly and Sam's afraid to go very far without Dean. Chuck bless their codependency. And something tells me that Cas doesn't want to be left alone with me again. Not after last time. That means I don't have to keep looking over my shoulder. Yay! I could sit and get plastered with no consequences. Actually, a little sippy sip of el sangre del diablo wouldn't be too bad.

I popped open an applesauce pouch and downed the whole thing in one fell swoop. It got the shaking to stop, but that's about it. Don't tell me I'm building a tolerance. Because I only have one Crowley and I only brought a dozen pouches with me. Calling up Xander would be a waste, but he'd be able to bring me more blood. Demon blood, why don't you make me tingly anymore? It's because you are building a tolerance. You've been on it for a few months, Lena. This can't be that big of a shock. Why do you think the angel grace hit you harder? I don't know. Drink another one. I can get you more demons. Thank you, Lucifer.

While he was busy blowing bubbles in the corner of my mind, I drank another pouch of blood and chased it with a shot of tequila. Not a concoction I ever thought would work, but it's surprisingly not bad. The salt in the tequila made it separate, though. Oh, well. It's fine as is. I could drink some more. So, I downed half a bottle. I know for a fact that one of my brothers would be so proud of me for holding my liquor so well. Or he'd be ashamed that I could drink him under the table right now.

Despite everything going on between us right now, I missed my boys. Odds are, though, Dean will never speak to me again. Between the demon blood and stealing some of Cas' grace, if he ever looks me in the eye again, I'll be lucky. Sam has no room to judge. He's been in my shoes and didn't want to get help. He thought he was ok, too. But I know I'm fine. That's right, baby. You got more of an iron will than Sammy does. You make me proud. It's good to know I make someone proud. Because even I'm a little disgusted with myself. It's Gabriel. I like him. I don't want to steal his grace. You liked Castiel, too. I did. Don't make this harder! Leave me to my internal struggles! If you say so.

Once I was a healthy level of buzzed, I went back to Gabriel and Rowena's hotel room with his mimosa makings and knocked on the door. I've learned since the last time. Fool me once, I see a naked angel ass. Fool me twice, I'm not seeing Gabriel naked ever again. In a perfect world, "Gabriel, do you and Rowena have pants on?"

"Depends," Gabriel stipulated, "Do you have our champagne and the orange juice to go with it?"

"Yes."

"Then, we have pants on," he assured, "You're totally safe."

"Awesome," I walked in where they were both laying on the bed, not entirely naked. This was much better.

"Now," Gabriel gave the bed a pat, offering me a spot on it, "Sit with me, Lena. What kind of business do you have with me?"

"I'll stand, thank you," I winced, knowing exactly what that memory foam remembers, "But I need you to do me a favor."

"Oh?" he wondered, "And what would that be?"

"Do you think..." I put on my biggest, cutest face I could possibly muster up, hoping that would work, "I could have a little bit of your grace?"

"My grace?" Gabriel gave me a look, "Are you high? Did someone get her fill of Jose Cuervo while she was here? No, you can't have my grace."

"Come on, Gabriel..." I batted my eyelashes, "Don't make me beg for it."

"Lena," he hushed me, "I know what's been going on. I know what you want my grace for. It's a hell of a chaser for demon blood, isn't it?"

I sat back in awe, confused as to what the hell just happened, "How did you...?"

"When Castiel recovered," Gabriel explained, "He called me. We keep in touch. Cell phones were an incredible advancement, weren't they? But all that aside, I can't give you my grace, sweetheart. I'm sorry. You've had enough for one human lifetime. You're not getting any of mine."

"So," I sat down, "You know?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "I know. I don't know what kind of demon you're getting it from, but I know you're juiced on it right now."

"True."

"Look, kid," Gabriel gave me a little pop to the jaw, "I'm not going to tell you to stop. That's none of my business. You know it's no good for you, but that's your choice. I'm not taking it away from you. You can't have my grace, though. I can tell you that much."

"Please?" I whined, putting my head on his shoulder.

"No, Lena," he swatted me in the nose, "Next time, it'll be a newspaper."

"Hey, Gabriel," I asked, "How much do you know?"

"Just that you're on demon blood. Why?"

"Just curious," I bit the inside of my cheek. He doesn't know I took over Hell, too. Something tells me Rowena would kick my ass if she knew I had her son on hooks downstairs. The last thing I want on my hands is a pissed off witch.

"Rowena?" Gabriel looked over his shoulder to find his girlfriend sound asleep, "Should I wake her? No...She put in a long day. We'll let her sleep."

"Gabriel," I cringed, "Again. I don't need to hear it."

"Lena," he took my hand, "You know I care about you. I'm not saying stop your fun train, but I do think you may need help. What's got you and the boys at odds?"

"It's not obvious?"

"Should've seen that coming," Gabriel assumed, reaching over for the champagne, "Care for a drink?"

"Absolutely."

Gabriel and I split a bottle of champagne and drank my possible addiction away. Dammit. I was really hoping to score some grace while I was here. What's stopping you? A moral code. Lena, you're more demon than human at this point. You shouldn't have a moral code. Hell, the guy that helped you out of whatever funk you were in while you still lived in Baltimore is currently your blood bitch. Don't give me that moral code crap. Don't let him see you sweat, Lena. In your head, kiddo. I know when you're sweating. Is it warm in here?

"Shut up!"

"Hey!" Gabriel settled me, "What the hell did I do?"

"Nothing," I covered my ass, "I didn't say anything."

"Lena?" he checked me over, "Show them to me."

"I'm still underage," I pointed out, trying to avoid this altogether, "It's technically illegal."

"You know what I mean." I didn't like this Gabriel. What happened to the weird uncle on my mom's side Gabriel? The one that would've bought me a bottle of Boone's Farm when I was fourteen. That was someone else. Mel, maybe? She was kind of a bad influence, "Show me your eyes, Lena."

That's what I was afraid of. I focused all of my energy to my eyes, making them turn color, "Well? This is what you wanted to see, right? The monster I've become?"

"You're still in there," Gabriel assured, "But you're not alone, are you?"

"No."

"Huh," he thought it over, "And who do you have riding shotgun in your melon? No, wait! Let me guess...Hello, brother."

He can't see me, right? Lena? How the hell am I supposed to know? Tell him I'm not here. Ok, "It's not your brother."

"Oh, bull," Gabriel saw through us, "I know you're in there, Lucifer. What other angel would be so attached to Lena like this?"

"Dammit..." Lucifer popped up out of thin air as an apparition, "How'd you figure me out, Gabriel?"

"You called my bluff beautifully," Gabriel praised, "Thank you, by the way. Always were the gullible one. Between you and Michael, I'm not sure who was worse. I'm only going to ask you this once. Get out of Lena's head."

"And if I don't want to?"

"I have one of the most powerful witches in existence on my side," Gabriel pointed out, "I can find a spell for everything but wiping your ass. Either you get out of her head or I take you out."

"I'm so scared..." Lucifer rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say, Gabriel. Pain in the ass..."

And just as soon as he appeared, Lucifer was gone. Wait. Lucifer's gone? I'm alone in my head for a change? It's weird. I'm not sure how to feel about this. I can freely have any thought I wanted and I'll be the only one to know about it. It's that easy? I threw my arms around my current favorite angel, "Thank you, Gabriel."

"My god, Lena," Gabriel cradled me, "How long has he been in there?"

"Months," I shivered in his embrace, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he kissed the top of my head, "Tell you what. Why don't you stay here for a while? You can dry out from the demon blood and I can keep you under the radar. How's that sound?"

"Perfect," I let out a little yawn, "But I'm calling dibs on the couch."

"Go ahead," Gabriel allowed, "I feel bad for housekeeping after that."

"Gabriel..."

"Sorry," he chuckled, laying me on the couch, "Why don't you get some sleep, ok? I'll heal you as your withdrawal goes on and I'm sure Rowena can cook something up to ease the pain."

"Thank you, Gabriel..." I curled into the back of the couch and shut my eyes. Well? Just as we planned. Did I do good? You do your old man proud, princess.

A/N: I'm such a dick when I do cliffhangers. But it's also getting late and I'm drained. I also have a long day tomorrow and an update to get a really big jump on. But to book club, Gabriel is an absolute sweetheart and I adore him more than life itself. Lucifer's becoming more and more of a dick. And Lena…Lena's off the rails. And probably needs a hug. See you next chapter! xx