She was coming to, she knew that much. She also knew she was tied up and somewhere dark. And it was safe to assume that some demons were nearby. She struggled at the ropes they had bound her with, until she heard footsteps coming. She dropped limp and closed her eyes, and went back to pretending to be unconscious.

"The little bitch isn't awake yet," a female voice yelled from somewhere in the room.

"She could be pretendin'" a male voice added as he walked in front of Jo. She felt his hand come hard across her face. You are gonna pay for that, she thought to herself. Her right eye started to tear up, but she continued to play unconscious.

"So what? We go tell big man and his angel bitch that she's still comatose?" the man asked the woman. Jo only assumed at this point they were both demons.

"I guess. I've never babysat before."

They walked out of the room and shut the door, and Jo soon heard footsteps walking in the opposite direction. She opened her eyes and went back to work on the ropes.

"Sam, we still have no idea what building it is that you were in. We don't even know if she's here in Detroit!" Castiel said as he Sam walked around an abandoned warehouse. Sam stopped and turned to look at him. "Then please, tell me what I'm supposed to do! I haven't slept since I got out of the car at Rufus' cabin. I am tired. But I had to save my parents, and now I have to save Jo. We're all trying to stop this apocalypse. So please, if you have a better idea to find her, I am all ears!" Sam shouted angrily.

"I get it , I do. You feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, and there are no breaks. I'm just saying, we need to be better prepared to rescue Jo than just rushing in!" Castiel stated.

"Fine then, don't help me. I'll find her on my own." With that, Sam turned and started walking toward the next warehouse. Castiel sighed. He jogged up to Sam.

"I never said I wouldn't help you. I just said it's a bad idea. So if, we're going to to be looking, we need to hurry."

"Thanks, Cas."

"Ungh!" Jo grumbled as she once again yanked at the ropes. her wrists felt raw from all the struggling. Ever since the demons left, nobody had come in the room. That was over half an hour ago. Too much quiet for Jo's taste. She had no weapons, no idea where she was, and as far as she knew, no help. Her head hurt. Her wrists hurt.

Ok, Harvelle. Breathe. Assess.

Demons. Demons were an issue here. The only thing she could use against demons at this point was an exorcism. She looked around. The only things in the room were the chair she was in, herself, and a table with a knife on it. Shit.

She knew that Sam and Cas and Jael had all gone back in time, and there was a possibility they were back. She huffed and murmured,

"Cas, I sure hope you got your listening ears on."

She closed her eyes and bowed her head.

"Castiel, it's Jo. I'm praying that you guys are back on the flipside. I'm also praying you can find me and that prayers have a GPS tracking system." She opened one of her eyes and looked around.

Nothing.

She closed her eye again. "Look, Lucifer's goons have me. I'm tied up in a room with only one window."

She heard footsteps.

"Cas, please hurry. I don't know what they're planning, but if you can't help me, at least make sure that Dean's safe."

The door opened. "Aww! Princess is awake and saying her morning prayers!" the woman from earlier said. "I hate prayers," she sneered.

Jo laughed. "Probably why you got black eyes, sister. Tell me, how were the fiery pits that made you into the wonderful person you are?"

The demon scowled. "This stalling ain't gonna help you protect your dead boyfriend," she said as she picked the knife up off the table. She snorted. "Now that sounds like something straight out of a TV show."

"Devon," the she demon said, "I think it's time you inform our guest of the rules she's gonna play by."

It was Jo's turn to snort. "Devon? Devon the Demon? You couldn'ta picked something else?"

He slapped her across the face again. Harder.

"That was a bad idea," Jo said as she spat blood onto the floor. She looked at Devon. "'Cause ya see, I'm gonna kick your ass first," then she turned to face the woman. "Then, I'm gonna kick yours." blood dripped from her mouth and hit her leg. "Dammit. You owe me new jeans."

"Shut up!" Devon said. He walked behind her and grabbed her hands.

"I hope you don't mind," the demon said, "but this ritual is kind of a bitch to perform. Gotta have the right stuff, the right words. Oh, and the blood of the host."

"Blood of the host?" Jo asked nervously. She then felt someone slice the palm of her right hand.

"Shit!" She seethed. She craned her neck to see what Devon was doing. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the blood drained into a wooden bowl in his hand.

"What the hell did you mean by 'host'?" Jo asked.

"Tsk tsk tsk. So naive. Since Sammy wasn't what your boyfriend was attached to, we figured, might as well see if it's you. Best case, he is and we get him and kill you. Worst case, he's not attached to you, but we set a trap for Baby Winchester and still get to kill you. Personally, I see either way as a win," she said.

"Dean wasn't my boyfriend."

The demon bitch, as Jo now thought of her, rolled her eyes. She turned to Devon. "Gag her."

The next thing Jo knew, she had a nasty wad of cloth in her mouth. The demon bitch pulled out a piece of paper and smiled at Jo.

"Shall we get started?"

"We could spend a year searching and not find the right building," Sam said dismally. He looked at Castiel. "Are you sure you can't see her?"

"No. Wherever Lucifer stashed her, he has probably guarded it with all kinds of sigils. Warding, Banishing. He'll be expecting us."

"Any clue as to where-"

"SHH."

Castiel cut Sam off. He seemed to be listening to something in the distance. After a minute of being in a trance, his attention snapped to Sam.

"I know where she is."

"Great! Let's go!"

"She's in danger. It's a trap. We can't go in unprepared."

"What do we need?"

Castiel attempted to smirk.

"Backup."