So the last chapter was going to be the last one before "Exile on Main Street" but I was blown away by the number of hits it got and more alerts so I thought I would add one more chapter before beginning to pack and stuff. THANK YOU ALL for showing interest…reviews would be nice too be they "this sucks" or a simple "I like it" or suggestions. And for those of you who haven't seen it yet there is a minute ten second long new trailer that has scenes from episodes 1-4 online. Drool worthy shot of Sam shirtless doing pull-ups, though the preview makes him seem evil .

Enjoy.

Rating: T+ (language, blood)

For some unknown reason Eminem's Not Afraid was stuck in her head when she woke up. Especially the part where he sings 'pull his dick from the dirt and fuck the whole universe' Abigail hoped it wasn't a sign of what was to come. She tried to remember what had happened. Sam proposed to her, they had awesome sex, she went to the coffee shop, there was a strange man there, then a bright light and now she was waking up on a soft couch in a room with gold curtains on the windows. She got up taking in her surroundings and walked to the window. Sunlight was filtering through the thick gold material. Hieronymus Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights came to mind as she saw the expansive lawn full of…things. This was freaky.

Looking down at the ring on her finger she twisted it and thought of Sam. Next she put her hand on her stomach and it was still extended. "We're going to get home to daddy," she said as she rubbed her hand up and down. It was a promise.

Looking back out the window she saw the things scurrying here and there in their own worlds. It was disgusting seeing the misshapen bodies and creatures actually moving, actually having some sort of existence.

"They are our loyal subjects Abigail. They are here to greet you, welcome you to your new home."

Turning she saw the same blond from the coffee shop standing in the doorway. He had his hands full of clothes and a bag full of toiletries. He placed the clothes on the couch she had woken up on and the bag beside it before coming to stand beside her. Something happened inside her that had only happened once before, years ago. There was so much anger surging through her, but it didn't feel wrong. It felt right, it made her feel like she could get through whatever was happening to her as long as she held onto it.

As the rage surged through her and began to crescendo her stomach began to hurt. Oh no, the baby! No, no, no, she was screaming to herself! A few seconds later there was an Orlando Bloom as Legolas man beside the blond and he was speaking hastily to the blond in a language she didn't know.

The brunette Legolas placed his hand on her forehead and her stomach stopped hurting and the anger eased.

"That was your demon blood adjusting to being home," he said calmly as if it was the logical answer.

However he was glaring daggers at the blond. Once again he began angrily speaking to the blond in a language that she realized was ancient. Abigail got the feeling that the brunette was ripping the blond a new one for something.

"What the hell? What happened to the baby?" She had gotten her voice back from the anger and was scared that Mary Rose was hurt.

"The baby is fine. More than fine actually. She's going to be a beautiful child." The brunette said as he put a hand on her back and walked her toward the couch.

"Again, what the hell?" She stopped and pulled away from him.

Thanks to the irrational actions of the Zepar the first meeting between Ms. Colt and he wasn't going to be what he had hoped for. Sier had hoped that he would be present when she woke up, but didn't factor in the demon blood she had in her adjusting so quickly to her surroundings. Then the Duke walks in and she sensed the threat and her blood responded. Prince Sier didn't have the heart to tell her that she had come close to losing the child she carried; she still might if she got angry enough again. And he had told Zepar as much, though he knew that Zepar would secretly welcome not having to play father to Sam Winchester's child. The Duke had promised that he would do anything to keep Abigail happy – even being father to the brat.

Honesty was the best policy so the Prince told Zepar to get out and let him acclimate Abigail to her new home. He had to be completely honest with her. Crowley had asked him to watch her, guide her through the second level of Hell and bring her back to her family once Heaven was restored. Being the only demon lord that was neither good nor evil he accepted his duty. He knew why Crowley was doing it, any fallen angel would jump at the chance to return to Heaven. Sier just wanted to walk the Earth again and hopefully find his brother. Abigail was his ticket topside.

"Firstly you are in the second level of Hell. In the palace of Duke Zepar who has quiet a demonic legion under him and as you saw outside some Bosch like subjects. Second about your adjustment here. You know that Samuel Colt made deals with demons and then sent them all to Hell in order to make the guns work. Well the only way to send demons as powerful as us back to Hell was to be one."

She wasn't hearing him right. Demons lied and tough he looked like a brown haired version of Legolas he had to be lying. Abigail liked Eomer better anyway.

"Relax, he wasn't a full blooded demon but enough demonic blood passed down through the generations. You didn't need Sam's blood in you to have the demon connection. You, and your brother are at least a quarter demon. You're blood is just reacting to being among your own kind."

"You are not my kind," she screamed! Oh god she was going to be sick! Yes she knew there was demon blood before Sam's running through her but there was also angel, Sidhe and god knew what else. He had to be lying to her.

"Don't be afraid. It's tempered with other things and when you're among humans it's dormant. However the Winchester's blood inside you is what concerns me. It is what is making you angry. You must remain calm sweet, for Mary Rose's sake."

That got her attention.

"Thirdly, my name is Sier and I am a Prince of Hell. The demon who holds you is Duke Zepar. Consider me a protector and guide."

"So I need a protector?" That would make it more difficult to get out of Hell and there was no doubt she was going to get out of Hell and back to Sam and her brother and niece. The anger began to grow again.

"Lastly, the ring your beloved gave you will protect you from the Duke. So let's make a deal before he returns. I trust you with second level of Hell survival secrets and you trust me enough to let me inside your head when needed."

Kidnapped by god damn demons! How was that even possible? Crowley, came a second thought. Once she got back topside she was going to gank that bastard! Sam must be going out of his mind. Oh god how long had it been?

Prince Sier sensed her thoughts. The ring would keep her thoughts secure from Zepar and others but he was the one who had created it. Created it for his love who was taken away from him millennia ago. It would bind him to her in Hell and allow for him to pull her out when Crowley gave the order.

"Don't worry. The deeper you go in Hell the more time differs from above. Second level is only a few hours ahead. You've been missing for a day."

"And Sam?"

"I will not lie to you, he's losing his mind. By the time everyone realizes what has happened the boy's going to be hanging on by a thread."

That news just made her more determined to get away, but to do that she would have to trust this demon. Sam, her family, and the child she carried were her main concerns. In order to get back to them she was going to have to at least pretend to trust the demon before her. But he could probably sense her thoughts so she was screwed. Family was the most important she would do anything to back.

Prince Sier, she began to remember all the lore she had ever read on demons. The name was also in her family's history books. Out of all the demons chronicled in Samuel Colt's journals the Prince's name came up the most, and it seemed that her ancestor trusted the prince completely. She thought about the lore she had read on demons and everything she could think of came back to the fact that in all text Prince Sier was neutral to everything, even good to an extent. Here went nothing and everything.

"How do I get home?"

"I'm afraid you're stuck here until the war in Heaven plays out. I will talk to Zepar and warn him not to get you upset anymore than you are right now at the situation. He will listen. He is in love with you."

"That's sick."

"He will be persuasive in his gestures to win your affection. The ring is your protection, do not part with it."

He wasn't going to add more pressure and pain to the situation she was in by telling her that if it was lost she wouldn't be getting out of the second level. Or that Zepar would try devious methods to get it off her finger. Abigail Colt was a hunter, bound to a hunter who she was determined to return to so the ring would be safe. Eventually the demon blood in her would grant her powers equal to Zepar's , but he hoped that she would be out of Hell before that happened. And if the child was born in Hell…too many complications to think about. Heaven had to get fixed before then, that was the only option.

Abigail felt like she was drowning as Sier disappeared and she went back to watching the writhing figures below her. Second level of Hell – huh. She hoped Hell was ready for one quarter blood demon-hunter who was hormonally imbalanced as was. Zepar wanted to start a war – bring it. She knew somewhere above Sam was gearing up to rescue her. Abigail would do her part in Hell to make sure he was successful.

Ben didn't have an angel blade on him but he did know the sigil to send them back to the mothership as his dad called it. Unfortunately there was nothing in the room that would work to cut himself so he would have to improvise. Dean had taught him how to shot, how to exorcise demons, how to protect himself from all manner of evil, including angels. Ben was in no mood to play nice with them.

His mom wouldn't let him have too much soda but the angels had set up a nice buffet spread with all the soda he could drink, on ice. Ben knew his dad had scars from all the battles he had fought with supernatural forces. Being a hunter, being a protector against the things that go bump in the night meant you had to accept pain, work through it and come out the other side stronger. He drank one of the sodas and then used the lip to begin slicing at his fingers. The pain was horrible, worse than a paper cut but he had to draw the sigil in his blood and send the bastards back. It would give his father time to rescue him. He didn't know how long he had before they realized what he was doing so he worked fast, ignoring the pain. Drawing the sigil on the table he waited...which wasn't long.

The surge of power that ran through Ben when he slammed his hand down on the sigil and sent the angels back to the mothership was euphoric!

"Awesome!" He said to himself as he was once again alone. He quickly began to draw another…he would continue to send them back until Dean got there. He just hoped dad got there before he lost a lot of blood.

TBC – yeah the LOTR reference was my inner geek being released. All the research I could find on Sier just says he's beautiful so I chose Legolas as a representation.