"What were you thinking, Claire? What were any of you thinking?! I wanted you in the Bunker so you'd be safe!"

Claire flinched away as Jody dabbed at the cut on her face. She was glaring at her, but not as badly as the woman was glaring back at her.

"You're all lucky to be alive," Jody continued, pressing the cut together and sealing it with a butterfly bandage. "What happened back there?"

"Can we not? For like five minutes? I still feel like I might puke after demon speed travel."

"You're lucky to be alive," Jody repeated.

"We're all lucky to be alive after what Sara did," Gavin agreed as he sat up, groaning under the pressure of his newly bandaged ribs.

"What, turning Lucifer into a Satan Sandwich? Yeah," Claire agreed as Jody moved to her wrist. "She went Super Saiyan or something."

"I don't know what that is." Gavin nodded at her shoulder. "Ready?"

She swallowed. "Just do it."

Jody looked away, unable to watch as Gavin took Claire's forearm.

"One . . . two . . ." He yanked on her arm, and Claire screamed as the shoulder popped back into socket. She gasped for breath, but felt relief at the same time.

Jody put her arm in a sling, and checked over her once more. Claire wouldn't meet her eyes. Jody's own eyes were red and puffy, and Claire felt sick – nothing was worse than seeing Jody cry. She'd only arrived a half hour ago, but hadn't known about any of this – she'd only been coming to check on the girls. She hadn't expected to find them beaten and unconscious, and in the company of demons, and Claire felt insanely guilty.

"Are Sara and Alex okay?" she asked quietly.

"They're resting," Jody said stiffly. "Alex has a concussion and a broken wrist. And Sara . . ." she sighed. "Her dad is with her. She'll be fine."

"I should go check on Sara and Da," Gavin said, standing and making his way out of the suddenly very tense room.

Jody and Claire were silent for several long moments.

"Jody . . ."

"What were you thinking?" Jody repeated, eerily quiet and calm. She didn't look at her, and her voice was so low you could hardly hear her. "What were you girls thinking? We're you trying to get yourselves killed – or worse?"

"We had to do something," Claire tried to explain. "We weren't looking for trouble, Jody. We just wanted to help. We were totally useless sitting around here!"

"So you attacked the Devil?!

"He attacked us!"

Jody was crying again, and Claire could feel her heart breaking. "You're not Sam and Dean, Claire, you're a bunch of teenage girls! You're babies!"

"We were trying to save the world!"

"It's not your job to save the world!" Jody shouted. "It's not your job to hunt these, these things, or to pick fights with Lucifer, and it's certainly not your job to die!"

She sat heavily on the end of the bed, burying her face in her hands and sobbing quietly.

"I already lost one baby," she cried. "I can't lose you girls, too."

Claire sat beside her, and Jody gathered her into her arms, holding her.

"I'm sorry," Claire said, tears streaming down her own face. "We wanted to help."

"I know," Jody sniffed, stroking Claire's hair. "I know. But next time . . . dammit, Claire. Next time get help to help you help. God that sounds dumb."

Claire laughed and sobbed, and Jody kissed the top of her head.

"I love you, Jody," Claire said.

"I love you, too," Jody sniffed. "You and your crazy sisters."

Crowley wasn't a fan of emotions, especially not the ones that made him worried. But sitting beside the bed where his unconscious daughter lay, looking half dead, he felt nothing but emotions – relief. Anger. More relief. Guilt. And an unbelievable sense of protection.

He stroked back some of Sara's hair, examining a dark bruise on her temple. Every mark on her body just angered him further. He should have contacted her the moment he escaped Lucifer – but his own damn self-preservation kept him from doing so.

Even he was disgusted with himself.

"Is she okay?"

Crowley had heard his son enter, but made to move to acknowledge him. After a moment, though, he sighed.

"She'll live," he said shortly.

"Sara did something pretty damn powerful back there," Gavin said, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. "She attacked Lucifer head on, and was winning."

"Impressive as that is, there's still the fact that it nearly killed her," Crowley replied. For several moments after Sara lost consciousness, her breathing had slowed almost to a stopping point, and her skin had lost all color. Though her pulse was still weak, she was alive, and for that Crowley was relieved. "She was weak, so her attack wasn't at full strength – if it had been, it would have killed her."

"She's strong," Gavin continued, looking at his sister. "She'll make it."

"I have no doubt," Crowley agreed, though he secretly couldn't help but be worried.

Gavin pushed off the wall with a sigh. "I'd best better go check on Jody again."

"Is she still crying?"

"Aye."

"I'll leave it to you, then. Son," he called, and Gavin glanced at him.

Crowley looked at him. "Haven't been smoking, have you?"

Gavin grinned. "No, sir."

Crowley gave a nod, and Gavin left. Sighing, Crowley leaned over and pulled Sara's blankets up around her shoulders. He settled back into his chair, rubbing his forehead and wondering how the hell he got into this situation.

"I'm not in trouble, am I?" Sara mumbled, and Crowley sat up.

"A lot of it," he assured her.

"Mm. Maybe I won't wake up yet, then."

"You'll be in more trouble if you don't, Sara," he warned her as she tried to sit up.

"Sit still. Here," he ordered as he leaned forward, tilting a water bottle to her lips. She took a few sips and leaned back.

"How bad?" she asked, voice hoarse. She lifted her hands, examining the bandages around them, finding that it was extremely painful to even move her fingers.

"Your shoulder wound is deep but it didn't pierce any bone or tendons. It'll heal. I don't know how you ended up with second degree burns covering your hands," her father continued.

"Angel blade." Her eyes suddenly widened and she struggled to sit up. "Alex. Claire. Gavin. Oh, God, are they –?"

"They're fine," Crowley promised, pushing her back as gently as he could. "I had my people bring you back to the Bunker. Jody is here, she's taking care of the girls and Gavin is fine."

She gave a little nod, relaxing back into her pillows. "How'd you find us?"

"Camille."

"Is Lucifer . . .?"

"Seriously pissed? Yes. But also licking his wounds. Which one of you shot him in the face?"

"Claire."

"Roland owes me ten bucks, then."

Sara smiled weakly.

"Sara," Crowley started, leaning forward. "I should have told you to stay away from the Hands. I realize you're bolder than I am, but I never thought you'd go after them yourself. I'm sorry."

"Just glad you're okay," she muttered. "Thought maybe you were sick of me."

"Never."

She smiled again, and if Crowley had a heart, he was sure it would be breaking.

"Hey Dad."

"Yes, darling?"

"I'm glad you're not dead," she mumbled, falling asleep.

Crowley raised an eyebrow, amused. "I'm glad you're not dead, too, love."

"I'm going to take a nap."

"Of course. I'll be here."

"Hey Dad."

"Yes?"

"You knocked that can off the fence, didn't you?"

Crowley chuckled. "Go to sleep, Sara."

"'Kay."

He watched his daughter fall asleep, and looked up to find Jody leaned against the door, no longer crying, but still distraught.

"What?" he demanded as she stared at him.

She shrugged. "Just, for the first time . . . I'm glad you're not dead, too."