He'll be sleeping by now, Lena. You know what to do, don't you, princess? Are you going to go make me proud? It's kind of twisted you're thinking this way about your brother. Which one of us is sicker, though? Me for egging you on here or you for being the one about to suck angel grace out of Gabriel's throat? Nobody asked you. Always nice talking to you, Lucifer. You, too, Lena. You, too.

Alright. Is it low to do this while he was asleep? Yes. Is it dishonorable? Oh, hell yes. At this point, do I care? Not really. So, how do I do this? His angel blade. It's usually in the nightstand. Thank you! I opened up the nightstand drawer and found three things; a phone book, a Bible (Yikes…The irony right now…Pretty sure a girl goes to Hell for syphoning an angel of his grace. Then again, I'm kind of running the place right now.), and a nice, shiny angel blade. Fantastic. I saw you take care of Castiel. What do you need Gabriel's blade for? I feel like my nails aren't sharp enough to get archangel grace. Fair enough. You do you.

Aww...Look at the little angel. Sorry, Gabriel. We're still cool after this, right? I mean, I'm sure you'll unfriend me on Facebook. Invitations to family dinners may slow down. You may end up dead. But 'll be able to feel better, so that has to be worth something. There's something about making an omelet and cracking eggs that probably fits here. Alright. How to do this...I pressed the tip of Gabriel's angel blade to his throat. Well...Here goes nothing. Out of nowhere, a hand came up and wrapped around my wrist, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Dammit, "Do what? I'm not doing anything."

"You really are sick, aren't you, kid?" Gabriel sat up while Rowena stayed sleeping next to him, "You are an absolute mess."

"I still have your blade to your throat, Gabriel," I reminded him, making sure he knew the threat looming over his head, "If I were you, I wouldn't piss me off."

Snap!

"No, it's not," he clarified, leaving me empty handed, "Do you really think I'd have my real angel blade that close to me? With the amount of people that probably want me dead? Can't take the tricks out of the trickster."

"Should've known," I rolled my eyes.

"Now," Gabriel sat me on his lap, "What is wrong with you, Lena?"

"Nothing," I moved over to the bed, weirded out by why the hell Gabriel would have me on his lap in the first place, "I'm fine."

"No, you're not," he saw right through me, "I can speak Winchester. I know what I'm fine means. You, my dear Lena, are far from fine. How many other angels have you...?"

"No," I took my own knife out of my boot, cutting him off, "Do you know the kind of power I have now? Do you know what I have at my disposal? Hell, Gabriel. All of Hell. It's all mine."

"You didn't answer my question," Gabriel zapped my knife away, too. Dick, "How many other angels have you siphoned grace from?"

"Just one," I growled, "And I'm about to make that count up to two if you'd suck it up and cooperate."

"Who?"

"No," I shut my mouth, "We are not doing that, Gabriel. Don't you get in my freakin' head like that."

"Who was it, Lena?" Gabriel stood his ground, "Which one of my brothers and sisters did you hurt? I want you to say his name."

"Does it even matter?" I snapped, "What's done is done. And it's wearing thin right now. Give me more or I'll end you right here and now."

"Lena," he tried getting through to me and he knew exactly who. I only knew one angel, "Who was it?"

"You know damn well who," I looked down at my feet. I didn't even want to admit that to myself. What made him think he was so special that I'd tell him?

"They will kill you," Gabriel's voice shook, "You do know that much, right?"

"They won't be able to touch me," I reached into my bag and popped open an applesauce packet.

"Really?" he gave me a look, "Now's the right time for a snack? You just tried to lay into me and you're going to...Oh, God..."

"What?" I slurped away, my body settling.

"That doesn't smell like applesauce," Gabriel gagged, "Do you really have to...feed...here? And on...that?"

"What?" I see I found an archangel with a weak stomach, "I'm not feeding on anything. I'm thirsty and withdrawal is worse than Hell. Hell's gotten a lot nicer since I redecorated. It's not like I summoned a demon here, cut them open, and started going to town. I could do that, too, if you want. I got an incubus on standby."

"No, thank you," he suppressed any inkling he may have of throwing up, "I'd rather not watch that either. But if we're picking between the lesser of two evils here, enjoy your applesauce. Damn, demon blood smells awful."

"But it tastes so good," I groaned, "Then again, this is a very special vintage, so not the average, run of the mill demon."

"You really are beyond saving," Gabriel put an arm around me.

"I don't need saving," I came back around. It's amazing what a little demon blood in me does, "Like I said, I'm perfectly fine."

"You almost killed me, Lena," he reminded me, "Remember that? You thought you had my angel blade on my throat and you were going to siphon my grace to keep your high going?"

"Good times." I wasn't sure if I wanted a cigarette or a glass of scotch after this.

"Sam called me and told me you were coming," Gabriel admitted, "After they found Castiel on the floor of the room you were detoxing in, which, that was the correct answer I was looking for."

"Sorry," I shrugged, still feeling that guilt in my chest. Looks like it's time for another pouch of blood. I can always pop back down to Hell for more. Or I could kill another dick that no one would miss in a dark alley and call Xander. We really needed to get him a cell phone. It's not like Hell doesn't have excellent coverage.

"Cas figured you'd come after me," he went on, "Since I am the only other angel you know. Not to mention, I love my little brother dearly, but I am more powerful than he is. Thanks for not completely draining him, though. That probably took some serious restraint on your part."

"I didn't want to kill him," I explained, "I like Cas. He's a sweetheart."

"Not to mention," Gabriel chuckled, "if You were to kill Castiel, do you know the kind of wrath you'd be bringing down on yourself?"

"Are you kidding?" I scoffed, "Chuck adores me, no matter what I do, so I think he'd manage to forgive me."

"I'm not talking about Daddy dearest," he corrected me, "I'm talking about your oldest brother. He'd make sure there was nothing left of you to burn after something like that. Cas has told me a few things in confidence and most of them are about Dean. Dean would kill for Cas in a heartbeat. Especially if someone killed him first."

"I hope those crazy kids work out," I sighed out, "They're cute."

"Can't say no to that," Gabriel agreed, "They are. In that suppressed, tense, denial, will they, won't they kind of way, but one day, one of them will grow the stones necessary to make it official and everything will be just fine. Wait a second! Don't try to distract me like that."

"Can't fault me for trying," I giggled.

"But," he wrapped his arms around me, "Don't think they're ever going to let you go."

"Why not?" I groaned.

"Because you've managed so well on your own," Gabriel pointed out, "Look at you, Lena. You stole grace from Cas. You've been drinking blood from strange demons."

"Not strange demons," I cut him off, "If Crowley wouldn't have gotten me hooked on it in the first place, we wouldn't be in this situation."

"My point exactly," he squeaked, "You've grown up a lot, kiddo, but you're still pretty impressionable. Not to mention, you're family. That's kind of what your brothers do. I don't understand it, but they've taken a shine to you over the year you were with them."

"Unfortunately."

"And that attitude right there is what got you in this situation in the first place," Gabriel started getting mean, "Now, if you'll quit being such a brat, suck it up, and go back to them to get the help you so clearly need, everything will be just fine."

"Gabriel," I could get mean, too, "I suggest not getting in my face."

"Or what?" he scoffed, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm juiced right now," I growled, "Do you really want to test that?"

"You need to quit running from them, Lena!" Gabriel was already done with me, "You forget what I am? What I can do? You're still human, no matter what you're on."

"Don't you think you're being a little hypocritical here, Gabriel?" I wondered, "Didn't you run off on your family, too?"

"That's not..."

"And you're still running," I dug deeper, "Aren't you?"

"Ouch, kid..." Gabriel stopped, "That hurt."

"I'm out of here," I grabbed my bag off the couch and slung it over my shoulder.

"Lena," he assured, "You will be ok again."

"What do you mean?" I rolled my eyes, "I'm fantastic right now. Later."

And just like that, Mexico was an absolute bust. Dammit. I really was hoping to score while I was here. Forgetting something, are we? Not forgetting it. Leaving it. Gabriel pulled some below the belt crap back there and I need to regroup. Regroup? Or recruit. Not quite sure which one yet. But I will be back for him. Come on. We need to get back to Wyoming. I could use some blood fresh from the source and a good massage. Maybe a drink. I'll decide when I get there.

A/N: Look, guys. I'm sorry this is up so late. I do have a legitimate excuse. There was a killer storm that went through here and some of my work got lost when our power went out. There's powerlines out all over town. I got big ass limbs down in my yard. There was one that was about a foot away from busting my basement window. Everyone's ok, though. Luckily, I could still manage an update. Yay! And to make things even better, we'll be going back to Hell! Yay! Only in the Supernatural fandom would going to Hell be considered a good thing.

Now, onto more important business. I'm going to be leaving for Michigan in a few days, so I'll have to leave you with a babysitter. And by babysitter, I mean, I'll still be posting next week. Don't worry. I just thought I'd give you the heads up. And if you happen to see me out and about, don't be afraid to say hi. Keep an eye on my Twitter or my Instagram to find out where I'll be. I promise I'll be keeping you posted. I love you. See you next chapter! xx