So I'm a bit of an insomniac and wrote up two more parts. Thanks to the reviews from SomebodyWhoCares, murphy9202, and sammysruby; seeing that people are interested really pushes me to write up more chapters.

"Hey, I'm starting to get tired," I told Charlie as she was browsing the internet on her phone. "Can you grab my phone and dial Dean's number for me?"

She pulled it out of the cup holder and did as I asked before handing it to me. As I waited for him to answer, I thanked Charlie for lowering the volume on the stereo.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, hey Sam," I said, glancing over at Charlie who wasn't bothering to cover up the mischievous smirk on her face. "I was just wanting to let you guys know that I'm about ready to find a place to sleep."

"There should be an exit in a few miles, I'll have Dean pull off there and we can stop for the night," he said. "You good for a few more miles? We could always pull over and I could drive if you need me to."

"No, I'll be fine for a few miles. Thanks, Sam," I told him in a rush, hanging up before he could respond. "Why did you call Sam?"

"Oh, no reason. Figured Dean was busy driving and Sam could take a message," Charlie said slyly.

"Are you going to be doing that this whole time?" I asked her seriously. "You're going to make things weird soon."

"Fine, I'll just wait for nature to take its natural course," she said with a wink.

"Charlie," I rebuked.

"Okay, okay, I won't do it anymore," she said in defeat. "I found a motel on that exit coming up, I'm going to text Sam the details. Maybe he'll call and set up rooms so we can get into a bed already."

"You really don't like road trips," I observed.

"I've been on the run most of my life, but I've managed to stay in one spot for fairly long before I had to pack up and move again. Moving around constantly like this is crazy. Not to mention, we cross time zones so much I feel like I'm time traveling on a daily basis."

"I am so glad you came with me, I don't think this drive would have been the same without you," I told her with a laugh.

"Another reason why you guys should keep me around a little longer: I offer comic relief," Charlie said matter-of-factly. "Granted, so does Castiel, but he doesn't do it intentionally."

"How was sharing a bed with him last night?" I asked jokingly as I followed the Impala's tail lights down the exit ramp.

"Fine, the pillow barrier did its job. I don't think he moved an inch once he fell asleep to be honest."

"I feel bad for him," I admitted. "He seems to place a lot of blame on himself. And Dean just doesn't give the poor guy a break."

"I think deep down Dean feels bad for him too," Charlie told me.

I spotted a sign for a motel up ahead and pulled a face. Some of the letters in the name were missing so I wasn't even sure what the place was called.

"Is this seriously where we're staying?" I asked her.

"The guys do like crappy little dives of places. They've taught me how to look for the shadiest ones. It's easier to stay hidden here than at a Hilton."

"At least at a Hilton I'd know someone changed the sheets before I slept in them," I muttered.

"We could always play let's-see-who-can-find-the-most-bed-bugs before we go to bed," Charlie offered sarcastically.

"I'm definitely not sleeping now," I told her as I pulled into a parking spot.

"Yes you are, you're too tired to care right now," she told me with a grin.

I shot her a playful look over my shoulder before I got out of the car. "Oh Charlie, you've gotten to know me so well."

"I take it you two became best friends?" Dean called over to us, a pleased look on his face.

"We're going to Instagram the moment later," Charlie called back to him.

A confused look crossed Dean's face. "I don't know what that means." He paused and scratched his head, glancing to his brother for help. Sam only shrugged and started pulling duffle bags from the trunk of the Impala.

"You're terrible," I told her as we began unloading the trunk of my car.

"And yet somehow, I feel like you and I did just become best friends. And we will Instagram the moment later," Charlie said simply.

I pulled out my two bags and tossed the straps over my shoulder, slamming the trunk shut when I was sure I had what I needed. I spun around expecting to find Charlie waiting for me, but instead came face to face with a dark haired man. I jumped a little in shock.

"You scared me," I told the man, taking a few steps back to put some space between us.

"Sorry, love," the man said with an accent I couldn't quite place.

When he didn't disappear, I glanced over my shoulder and saw the other four standing by the motel entrance. I turned back to the man in the dark suit and took another step back.

"Can I help you?" I asked him uncomfortably.

"Actually, yes. There is something I do need your help on," the man replied with that smooth voice of his. "But I also should probably speak with the Winchesters too, I don't think they'd like to feel left out."

At the mention of the Winchesters I began digging into my jacket pocket for my knife. "Who the hell are you?" I growled out as my fingers found the handle of the blade.

"Hey, what's taking you so—Crowley?" Dean called out. "Get the hell away from her you son of a bitch."

It felt like a matter of seconds before Dean was suddenly beside me, pushing me back towards Sam. Sam grabbed my arm protectively while trying to block Charlie and Castiel from view.

There was a look of determination on the man's face now. He threw his hands up easily as if to show he was completely harmless.

"I'm not here for a fight," his smooth voice said. "But I do need some help."

"Ha!" Dean spat as if helping this guy was the last thing he'd ever do.

"Now, now," the man continued as if scolding a child, "I haven't even gotten to the part about why I'm here."

"Then make it quick," Dean shot.

"Fair enough," he replied. "It seems we have a bit of a problem. One that requires some help from your new friend there. When the time comes, I'm going to need to, let's say, borrow her services."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean said immediately. "We have a problem? When has there ever been a we that involved you? And what makes you think we're going to let you near her?"

Sam's grip on my arm tightened a little and I felt him pull me closer. I had to adjust the knife in my hands so it didn't tear a hole in his jacket at the sudden movement.

"There became a we the moment you decided to dig up Humpty Dumpty and put her back together again," Crowley sneered.

"You mean Abaddon?" Dean clarified.

"You see, she's still looking for a regime change. And I sort of like the cushy title of King of Hell," Crowley said, taking a few steps towards Dean in an attempt at intimidation.

"And you think we care why? It doesn't matter who's ruling over you dirtbags, you're still dirtbags," Dean growled back.

A humorless smile appeared on Crowley's face. "Actually, I'm quite sure you would care about who is meant to replace me. I'm sure Sam would agree, seeing as he's had a rather intimate acquaintance with him."

Sam's grip slackened on my arm and eventually he let go of it. His entire demeanor changed; he was standing rigid as a board and his fists were clenched at his sides.

"No, she wouldn't," he choked out.

"She's trying to," Crowley said smoothly as his head turned a fraction in Sam's direction.

"Dean, we can't let her," Sam said in a strained voice.

"What's he talking about?"

Both brothers turned and exchanged glances as if neither wanted to say it aloud.

"Oh for crying out loud," Crowley said in irritation. "She's going to break Lucifer out of his cage."

My heart felt like it skipped a beat inside my chest. "Lucifer as in like…the Lucifer?"

"He's not Justin Bieber, love," Crowley shot sarcastically at me.

"Then we have to do something, right?" I asked looking between both Dean and Sam for some sort of confirmation. Sam looked as if he was in pain.

"Now that you're on the same page, love, how's about we go back to my earlier mention of needing to borrow your services at a future time in question?" Crowley said easily.

"No," Dean answered immediately.

"That depends," I said, ignoring Dean and the look he was shooting me over his shoulder. "What exactly do you mean by 'borrow my services'?"

Crowley grinned briefly. "Nothing so vulgar as that. You're a hunter, you kill demons. All I want you to do is kill a demon."

"If you're talking about Abaddon, you're crazy. That's a suicide mission; Abaddon can't be killed!" Dean snapped.

"I beg to differ," Crowley argued. "It's just rather a peculiar business taking her out."

"How so?" Dean demanded.

"Now, now. I'll explain the details when the time comes as long as you agree to the job," Crowley said staring me down.

"This isn't some sort of trick?" I asked hesitantly.

Dean let out a sound of disbelief. "You can't be serious! You're going to agree to help a demon, Crowley at that, without knowing any of the details?!"

"There's no other way?" I asked turning to face Crowley.

A small smile was playing on his mouth now at the scene unfolding in front of him. "None that I would put my faith in."

"Right, because that's a reliable answer coming from a reliable source," Dean scoffed. He glanced over at his brother who had remained silent throughout the entire exchange. "Come on man, back me up here!"

"He can't be let out," was all Sam managed to say.

Dean's face fell at his brother's words. "No, come on. We'll find a better way."

"How?" I asked him.

"I don't know, let's just not jump into anything right now!"

"I'll leave you three to puzzle this one out. In the meantime, I'll be trying to find the wench and make sure Jack stays in his box." Crowley shot me a smile that made my skin crawl. "We'll be in touch, love."

And just like he had appeared, he disappeared.

"Do not tell me you are seriously considering this," Dean growled as he turned and began rounding on me. "He's a sneaky son of a bitch and he doesn't care if he gets you killed. We can figure this out on our own."

"Yeah?" I asked skeptically. "When? Between trying to save your brother and fixing Heaven, now we're going to find a way to stop a demon from letting Lucifer roam free?"

"She's not just a demon!" Dean shot at me, his temper rising. "She's incredibly powerful and she can't even be killed!"

"That's absurd," I sneered. "Everything can be destroyed."

"So then let's figure it out on our own!" Dean said again.

"Stop it!" Sam shouted. He had his face buried in his hands and he was looking sickly pale once again. "Just stop fighting already, it isn't getting us anywhere."

"And what do you suggest?" Dean grunted at his brother, though his temper had calmed drastically at his interjection.

"She's old enough to make her own decisions," Sam began to which Dean cut him off.

"You too? Seriously, Sam."

"Why not just go along with it and figure out why he needs her to do this? Maybe we can do it without him in the end," Sam reasoned.

Dean stood there tight lipped for a moment in thought. "I think we should listen to Sam," he said finally, his voice sounding a little less harsh. "We work with him for now, but we continue to work on this on our own. He'll screw you over in the end, trust me on that."

"Fine," I agreed. "Can we just get our rooms and get some sleep now?"

"Sam booked rooms when we were on the road," Dean informed us. "Cas and the two of us have a room, you and Charlie have the room next to it. Put up devil traps before you go to sleep, we don't need another night time visit on our hands."

"Was already planning on it," I muttered as I adjusted the strap onto my shoulder and followed Dean into the building.