Alex looked herself over in the mirror, not used to seeing herself like this; she had curled her hair in big waves, and she had even put a little makeup on. She double checked her outfit, it was the nicest thing she had with her – just a basic royal blue sweater and black jeans, but she thought she looked pretty good seeing as her nose was still slightly bruised.

This is crazy, she thought for the umpteenth time that evening. I'm having a date with a ghost. I'm certifiably insane.

But then again, her foster sister was half demon, her current guardians were out hunting God's evil sister, and she was raised by vampires. So, by comparison, a romantic movie night with a dead guy wasn't so crazy, right?

She popped the disc into the DVD player – Kevin once mentioned Raiders of the Lost Ark was his favorite movie, and it so happened to be one of the few movies Dean owned.

She paced a bit, nervous, though she wasn't sure why – her and Kevin had been talking and hanging out for months, why should things be different now?

Because you kissed, she told herself. Because you have no idea what's going to happen next. Because you're totally in love with him and there's no way you can be together.

She was yanked from her inner turmoil as her phone buzzed. She grabbed it, glancing at the number before answering, heart fluttering.

"Hi," she breathed. "So, I found Dean's movie stash. Had to wade through an ocean of crappy 80's pornos before I got to the good stuff – basically every Harrison Ford movie ever, every season of Game of Thrones, and for some reason, The Princess Bride. I figured we'd go with Raiders."

"Alex, listen," Kevin said, and she immediately frowned at his irritated tone. "I'm not coming."

"What?" she sat on her bed, brow furrowing. "Why not?"

"I can't, something came up."

"Well what is it?" she asked. "Maybe I can help –?"

"It doesn't matter!" he snapped, and she could feel electricity crackled through the phone.

They were both very quiet. "It's happening, isn't it?" Alex asked quietly.

"I – I don't know," he said, sounding more panicked now. "I feel powerful, but it's not . . . it's not good anymore. I yelled at my mom last night and – and I almost hurt her. I need to stay away, from both of you."

"I'm not scared of you," Alex replied honestly.

"l am," he retorted. "I have to go, Alex."

"Where?" she swallowed.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I just need to avoid you. It's the only way I can keep you guys safe."

"I fought Lucifer, Kevin, I'm not scared of you," she repeated.

"I'm sorry, Alex. I – I need to figure some stuff out." The line went dead, and Alex felt angry tears pricking at her eyes. She wiped at her eyes and sniffed angrily, throwing her hair into a ponytail and cleaning the makeup off her face before grabbing her laptop and taking a deep breath to compose herself. She headed down to the basement, determined to distract herself.

She examined the security cameras – Sam had been thoroughly impressed with the setup, and she was flattered. He'd even helped her up the resolution before leaving with Dean on another hunt.

She frowned, though, when she heard a steady thumping coming from a few doors down. She made her way towards the source of the noise, finding Sara in her little training room. The scene would have been fairly normal – Sara was practicing with a set of throwing knives, each one steadily hitting a large foam target – however, Sara wasn't using her hands. She'd hover her hand over one of the knives, and it would shakily rise into the air. With a swift wave of her hand, the knife would fly across the room towards the target – many had gone wide, missing the target completely, but a few had landed in the outer circles of the target. Sara was sweating steadily, and trembled a little whenever she used her powers.

"You're getting pretty good at that," Alex said.

Sara gave her a small smile over her shoulder. "I found these in one of those boxes we went through – they're lightweight so they're easy to move." She 'threw' the last one, which landed closest to the bullseye so far, in the second closest ring.

Sara smiled with satisfaction before grabbing a towel from the table, dabbing at her face and unscrewing the cap to her water bottle. She frowned when she noticed Alex, eyes downcast and rubbing her arm sheepishly.

"Are you okay?" Sara frowned.

Alex gave a little chuckle. "You just found out your mother was murdered and you're asking if I'm alright?"

"My mother is gone," Sara admitted sadly. "And no matter how, that won't ever change. But you're here now, and you're upset. What's wrong, Alex?"

Alex hesitated, shaking her head. "It's just stupid boy troubles. He, uh – he wants some space and I didn't want to give it to him, but I'll deal."

Sara was very confused, but also could sense that Alex didn't want to talk about it. Instead, she put up her best chipper font. "Gavin and Claire are in the garage working on the car," she said. "Why don't we grab some sodas and go interrupt them?"

Alex gave a small smile. "Yeah, okay."

They made their way into the kitchen, gathering some drinks and making a few sandwiches, before entering the garage. The smell of paint was strong, and it was obvious as to why. Claire and Gavin's faces were covered with masks as they used paint sprayers over the Chevelle. They had covered parts of the car, such as the wheels, headlights, windows, etc, so Alex and Sara couldn't see much of the car besides for the metallic blue that had been freshly applied.

When Claire and Gavin saw them approaching, they stopped, putting the sprayers down and joining them across the garage.

"She's almost finished," Claire reported, taking a soda.

"She's beautiful," Sara smiled. "We made lunch, why don't we eat outside?"

Claire nodded, and they all exited the garage. The weather was crisp and cool, but the sun was shining, and felt amazing on the cooped up teens. They found a spot under a tree and spread out, eating their sandwiches and laughing, distracting themselves.

"How're your hands?" Claire asked Sara as they ate.

Sara made a fist a few times. "Stiff, but they'll be fine. I do wish people would stop asking me that."

"You had borderline third degree burns," Alex reminded her. "It would take normal people months of recovery."

"How are you all?" Sara asked, changing the subject. "Claire, your shoulder? And your nose, Alex?"

"The bruising is almost gone. Still a little tender to the touch," Alex said, gingerly touching her nose.

"Just stiff," Claire agreed, rolling her shoulder.

"Gavin?" Sara asked.

Gavin shrugged. "Concussions and busted ribs are nothing to me, lass. I've been in a lotta bar brawls over the years."

"Good thing you have such a thick head," Claire retorted. Their hands were close together, pinkies touching, and Alex and Sara exchanged an amused glance. Gavin and Claire thought they were sneaky, but it was obvious they were getting closer.

Sara suddenly doubled over, gasping and clutching her head. She tried to take deep gulps of air as the sharp intense pain swept through her body.

"Sara!" Gavin exclaimed, and Alex reached out, holding Sara as her body spasmed.

Sara was silent for several long, tense moments before gasping and sitting up, eyes bloodshot and body shaking.

"What the hell just happened?" Claire demanded.

"It's Lucifer," she breathed, pulling herself together. "I heard him – he's calling for help."

"Oh, my God," Alex said quietly.

"What is she doing to him that's so bad even you could feel it?" Claire asked in a panic. "Is Cas hurt?"

"All I heard was him screaming," Sara said, shaking her head.

"I don't understand – why could you hear it?" Gavin frowned.

"He must be reaching out," Sara shook her head, trying to make since of things. "To demons, angels – anyone who will listen."

As if on cue, Sara's cell phone buzzed, and her father's phone number popped up.

"Dad," she answered. "Did you hear that?"

"Yes," he replied. "And I was afraid you had, too. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, it just startled me," she lied. "What's going on? What is Amara doing to him?"

"If I had to guess, I would say Amara is throwing the book at him, trying to force Lucifer into reaching out to God."

Sara stood, taking a few steps away while Gavin and Alex tried to comfort Claire. "Is Lucifer is in enough pain to ask for help, he must be desperate."

"Yes, but not desperate enough to reach out to the Lord Almighty himself. Unfortunately any demon or angel that attempts to assist him will be decimated by Amara."

Sara hesitated. "If Lucifer is in that much pain, can Castiel feel it, too?"

"I can't say for sure. But there's a strong chance, yes."

Sara took a deep breath. "Is there anything we can do?"

"Absolutely not," her father replied sharply. "Even if there were, I wouldn't let you near Lucifer, let alone Amara. Castiel will have to fend for himself."

"Dad . . ." was now the time? Should she bring up that she knew about Azazel, and Lilith? She glanced back at Claire, who was insisting she was fine, and decided against it. She could speak with him about it later.

"Just . . . be careful," she continued.

"Of course, darling. Stay in the Bunker."

He hung up, and Sara returned to her friends. "We should go inside," she said.

They agreed, and entered the Bunker again, frowning when they heard voices from inside.

"Someone's in here," Alex whispered.

"That's impossible," Claire shook her head. "I didn't see anyone arrive; we would have seen them while we were outside."

Gavin withdrew his .45 from his jacket pocket and turned the safety off. "Stay here."

"Like hell," Claire said, shoving past him and storming into the War Room.

Surprisingly, who they thought were intruders was actually Sam and Dean – and they weren't alone. A middle aged man was with them, and so was . . .

Alex's eyes widened, and she took a step forward. "Kevin?"