A/N: Still not owning anything. Please read and review. XXX

"I never needed you to be strong.
I never needed you for pointing out my wrongs.
I never needed pain.
I never needed strain.
My love for you was strong enough I should've known.
I never needed you for judgement.
I never needed you to question what I spend.
I never asked for help.
I take care of myself.
I don't know why you think you've got a hold on me.
And just a little late for conversations.
There isn't anything for you to say.
And my eyes hurt.
Hands shiver.
So look at me and listen to me…." Hush, Hush- The Pussycat Dolls.

Dean paced the wooden floor. His hands behind his back, head bowed in thought.
"How the hell do we get her back?" Sam yelled from his place in the library. Bobby had his head in his hands, silent tears falling down his cheek. "You weren't to know" Castiel walked over and sat down next to the older man.
"But I should have stopped him from taking her" Bobby stilled blamed himself. And how couldn't he? His only daughter had just been taken by the devil himself.
Castiel shook his head "You weren't to know that she was going to go willingly with him Bobby" He placed his hands in his lap and stared at the floor.
"Where would he be hiding her?" Dean whispered to himself, flopping down into the couch.
Sam walked over to the three men, standing in front of them "Listen guys. I know this is probably the last thing you wanna hear, but maybe we should call one of the angels. Ask for their help…."
Castiel's head imdeiently shot up, blue eyes full of what Sam could only describe as fear "We do that and she will be killed the second they find her"

"Why? Because you're still around her? Because you still love her" Dean yelled at his angel. Castiel stood up and stood nose to nose with the eldest Winchester "That's exactly the reason why" He yelled back. Dean took a small step back in shock. In all his time had he never heard his angel yell back at him. The angel had something behind his eyes. Something which he had never seen before. And still. He couldn't put a name to it.
Dean shook his head and turned around "You're a spineless dick. You know that?" He gave a short chuckle.
Castiel stayed quiet. He knew Dean was right. Hannah needed him now more than ever and all he could do was stay in his corner and pray she was safe.
"C'mon Cass. You know this may be the only chance we have of getting her back" Dean turned back around and faced the angel, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. Castiel didn't know why Dean was going to cry over her. He didn't know why he felt the sudden urge to go screw the archangels and go find her. But he wouldn't let anything he was feeling or thinking show. Too much was at risk for him.

Castiel still shook his head and stood his ground. No matter what danger she was in with Lucifer, it couldn't be as bad as what the archangels would do to her if they found her.
Bobby shot up and grabbed the black haired angel by the scruff of his coat, pushing him up against the wall "Now you listen here. You go up there, bring back your damn buddy's so I can get my daughter back" He hissed. Castiel knew the older man blamed himself for what had happened.
Nodding, Castiel finally agreed to get some help. But there was only two angels who might even consider to help.
In a blink of an eye, he was gone.

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Hannah had no intention to escape. Her mind was seriously contemplating what Lucifer had said to her. Where was god when things were so horrific that not even humanity, the creatures who could pretty much survive anything, finally raise their hands and said 'I can't do it'. Where was he when her mom had died? Slaughtered by demons. Tearing her apart from the inside.
Where was Castiel when she needed him the most?
Tears had made their way down her cheeks. Lucifer had made her an ultimatum; stay with him and rule what would be hell on earth. Or watch him burn her family. Knowing it was her fault he did so.

"Made up your mind yet?" Lucifer walked in the room and straddled a chair. Hannah looked up at him, her eyes full of hatred and sadness.
Hatred for the man in front of her, hatred for the angel who would never come to save her when she needed him.
Hannah shook her head "No" She said simply, crossing her arms and pacing the room.
Lucifer smirked and stood up, quickly walking over to her and pulling her into his arms "The child of Wednesday shall be guided by Thursday. Haven't you ever thought why that is?" He asked her, tipping his head so is lips were hovering above hers.
Hannah's breathing got shallow. Her body was reacting to his own. Slowly, the nineteen year old shook her head.
"Maybe because…You were supposed to be seduced by the devil…." Upon seeing Hannah's shocked expression, Lucifer lowered his head lower "I suppose that pretty angel Castiel forgot to tell you this" He pressed his lips on Hannah's.
A burst of fire etched through her body. But it didn't hurt her. It made her feel alive; invincible even.
Her body responded eagerly as she wrapped her arms around Lucifer's neck and deepened the kiss.

Sharply, Lucifer pulled away "And there it is. Prophecy coming too" He smiled and walked away towards the large, wooden door.

Hannah touched her lips with the tips of her fingers "What's going to happen to me?" She breathed, still feeling a little light headed from the kiss.
Lucifer turned around, his eyes darkening "Give it a few hours" A short laugh escaped his lips before he turned back around and walked through the door. Blood dripped from Hannah's chest.