Chapter 4: Hall of Monsters

Crowley seemed to read her thoughts, and sighed. "Even if he did find you. I'd bring you his head before he even reached this door." He gestured behind him, where her bedroom door was.

She couldn't help but notice it was wide open. Before she could stop her self, she glared. "Or perhaps he'll bring me yours." She muttered.

His eyes widened. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing." She replied, looking away.

He grabbed her chin. "Nothing?" He repeated, his tone full of doubt, maybe a hint of anger... Which soon showed. "If you ever speak out of term like that again, I'll-!"

She'd had enough of his threats. "You'll what?!" She hissed, pushing his hand away. "Kill him? Give my soul to Lucifer? Why can't you just kill me!?" It was almost a plea and he noticed.

Lily didn't mean for it to sound like a plead, but he saw it as one. "You are dead." He spat. "You're soul is mine. You will never have it back." He seethed.

"I know." She sighed.

He smirked. "I'd hope so. It has been more than a year, after all."

She frowned slightly. It had, he was right. She hadn't smelt the summer air that year, or danced under the stars every spring, jumping in the autumn leaves or even made snow angels during the winter.

Those memories of doing that every year almost broke her heart, knowing they were gone.

She'd often tried to go out, but she never got passed Crowley. So this time she decided to go ahead and ask him.

"Can I go outside?" She asked, surprising him.

He raised an eyebrow. "What ever for?"

She glared at him. "I-I'm bored."

He nodded. "Of course you are..." He thought for a second. "Follow me."

Crowley held out his hand for her to take, but she didn't take it. "I'll follow." She stated.

"Meg. I've been dying to see you again." Dean greeted sarcastically, tied to a chair, opposite his brother.

Meg smirked, walking into the room. "Well, here I am, big boy. So, what should we do now?" She asked, glancing at Sam, then back at Dean.

"How about I rip you to shreds?" Dean offered... Totally serious.

"Kinky, I like." The demon joked. "A little Q and A first, if you don't mind. Now, where's your boss?" She demanded.

"You think we work for somebody?" Sam asked.

Meg turned to him, annoyed. "I happen to know for a fact you've been juggling Crowley's orphans. Now where is he?"

She pulled out the demon knife. "Don't know. Don't care." Sam stated.

"You've been working his beat for months." Sam couldn't help but notice the look of worry in her eyes.

He decided not to say anything at the moment. "Doesn't mean we get face time." He stated.

She straddled Dean's lap, "Where's he take all those things you snatch up for him? I bet you an all-day sucker that's where his majesty's holed up." When Dean didn't answer, she held a knife to his throat. "OK, officially over the foreplay. Satisfy me, or I'll please myself!"

Much to his brother's shock and annoyance, Sam laughed. "Something funny, Sam?"

"Yeah, Meg." He replied, smirking.

Dean's eyes widened. "Really? 'Cause where I'm sitting…" He trailed off.

"Don't worry. She can't do jack squat. She's totally screwed." Meg shifted slightly. Making Dean uneasy.

"Sam, not helping!" He squeaked.

"Look at her, Dean. She's furious. If she could kill you, she'd've done it by now. She's running." Sam stated, smiling at her.

Meg stood up. "Am I?"

"Judging by the level of flop sweat on all of you, yeah. Which means you're running from Crowley. Which makes sense. Crowley would want to hunt down all the Lucifer loyalists now that he's the big man on campus."

She glared at him. "How would you know?" She spat.

"It's what I'd do." He looked at Dean, who still looked confused. "She can't kill us. She needs us to get her to Crowley so she can stick that knife in his neck. It's him or her."

Dean nodded, finally understanding. "Well, I hope you both lose. But good luck." Dean smirked at her.

"So, you know what you gotta do now, right?" Sam asked Meg, who looked really put out.

She glared at him. "Let me guess. You're gonna tell me."

"Work with us."

And so Lily followed, though once she realized where he was taking her, she regretted it, deeply.

Instead of normal corridor walls, there were walls of cages. Cages full of monsters, such as vampires, shape shifters, werewolves, and many, many more.

All she wanted to do was fly away... But she knew that was impossible; Pixie's don't have wings. "Here we are." He opened a cell door.

She narrowed her eyes; it was empty. "Wha-what?"

He gestured for her to get inside, making her eyes widen in fear. She backed away. Did he really expect her to stay in a cell surrounded by monsters, craving for blood?

He needed a serious reality check, king of hell or not. "No... You c-can't expect me t-"

He cut her off, grabbing her wrist and throwing her inside, his strength making her fall to the floor. "Actually, I can." He stated, as he locked the door, looking at her through the bars.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" She demanded.

He held no expression, "Don't ever ask to leave again."

"I-I didn't!" She stated. "I-I only wanted to go out-!"

He held up his hand to silence her. "Get some rest. I'll be back later." And walked away did the king of hell.

Leaving the halfbreed in a cell, surrounded by monsters. "Dick." She muttered under her breath.

She closed her eyes and lay on the small bed, monsters scattering around in their cages, some, like her, laying on their beds, hoping to be saved. By anyone.

That night, Lily heard voices coming down the corridors, and it sure wasn't Crowley.

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