It's been months since I last updated, I know. A lot has been going on since this summer and I barely have time for sleep anymore. I've been getting notifications from people wanting me to update and believe me I want to, but I don't always have the time. I did tonight though! Unfortunately I don't know how soon I'll be able to update again. It's my last year of college, I've got midterms this week, and I'm already in a fiction class where I write stories and read them on a weekly basis (not to mention I run a photography business 24/7). I'll try to update soon though!

My eyes were worn out from spending all day staring at journals and constantly reading the small print that was more often than not in Latin. The moment Charlie stumbled on a page in Latin she would throw her hands up in defeat and pass the book along to Sam or myself.

"Another pointless day wasted skimming through another pointless one of these," Charlie grumbled as she closed the journal in front of her. "Too bad these weren't all archived on a computer database. This would take fractions of the time to sort through."

Sam glanced up from the page he was on and gave her a sympathetic smile. "Unfortunately computers didn't exist at the time these were written," he told her.

"Thank you Captain Obvious," Charlie replied with a huff. She glanced down at her phone beside her and gave a jolt of surprise. "It's almost one in the morning!"

The moment she mentioned the time I suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion hit me. I had been so absorbed in my research that I hadn't been aware of how late it had gotten. I stifled a yawn before closing the journal in front of me and leaning back in my chair, my eyes closing momentarily.

"Tired?" Sam asked from beside me.

Opening my eyes lazily, I saw Sam looking at me with an amused grin on his face. I nodded slowly in response.

"Exhausted," I told him.

Charlie got up from her chair and put the book beside her back into a box on the wooden table.

"I'm going to get ready for bed," she announced to us.

"That sounds like a good idea," I called after her.

I sat upright, stretching my back and arm muscles as I did so. Sam began gathering a few stray books before gently packing them into the box Charlie had previously deposited her book inside. I hadn't realized I was staring until he let out a chuckle.

"You should really get some sleep," Sam told me as he placed the lid of the box in place.

"So should you," I said with a groggy voice. "How's your headache?"

"It's gone, those migraine pills help a lot."

I nodded, not entirely believing him though, as I got up and stifled yet another yawn.

"It's becoming real depressing being cooped up in here," I told Sam as we made our way out of the room. "There aren't even any windows."

"It's a little gloomy," he admitted, "but at least it's safe." He shrugged his large shoulders before adding on, "And at least you aren't alone here."

"Now that would be spooky," I said with a laugh.

Sam shot me a smile, his hand brushing against mine every now and then as we walked down the hallway towards the sleeping quarters. When we stopped in front of the room I was occupying with Charlie, he pulled me in for a hug that took me by surprise at first. Recovering from the shock, I drew my arms around his waist and enjoyed the warm embrace before he pulled away.

"Goodnight," he said, his voice suddenly quieter.

"Goodnight," I whispered back, all the while wishing I had the courage to just pull him in for a kiss. Instead I watched him continue on a few rooms over to where he was sleeping and disappear inside.

Charlie popped her head out of the door behind me causing me to jump in surprise. I threw a hand to my chest and took a deep breath.

"Sorry," she apologized, "I thought I heard you out there."

"I was just talking to Sam," I told her, entering into the room as she held the door open wider.

A smile lit up her face, which now looked significantly less tired.

"Talking about what?" she asked curiously.

"Nothing special, really," I told her honestly.

The excitement on her face fell immediately. "We still making the food run in the morning? I'm desperate to get out of this bunker. It all feels so post-apocalyptic."

"Technically, we are post-apocalypse," I informed her. "But yes, we are. I haven't seen sunlight in four days."

"I forgot there even was a sun," Charlie mumbled sarcastically before she pulled back the sheets on her bed and crawled in.

The alarm on my phone woke me up promptly at 7:30. I could still feel the exhaustion from this week's intense research making my brain feel foggy as I washed up and got ready for the day. By the time I finished, Charlie was sitting on the end of her bed playing a game on her phone.

"Must be nice having an escape from reality," I commented.

She glanced up from her phone and smiled. "Yeah, at least these games make all of this feel a little bit normal."

"Ready to go?" I asked her, grabbing my car keys off of the nightstand by my bed.

She immediately shot up from off the bed, stuffing her phone into her jean's pocket. "I was ready to go twenty minutes ago!"

I followed her out of our door and along the winding hallway, patting my jacket pocket to make sure my dagger was with me. We passed the main room where we had spent the last week trying to find any clue as to how to cure Sam or save the angels and saw all three men sitting around the table. Dean and Sam were both intently pouring over a few books while Castiel appeared to have a hard time staying focused.

"We're heading off to the store, you guys need anything?" I called in to them.

"Just the usual," Dean called back absentmindedly, his attention still focused on the page open in front of him.

Sam let out a deep cough which made me hesitate mid-step and glance back at him. He was rubbing his head as if he had a headache again. Worry began to creep its way back into my stomach as I followed Charlie's retreating form down the rest of the hallway.

"Fresh air!" she exclaimed once we had finally made it outside.

I closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath, savoring the slight floral scent in the air and the warmth of sunlight on my face.

"I don't think I've ever been away from sunlight for so long," I admitted.

"I have a few times," Charlie told me as she opened the door to my car. "Sometimes I'd have a few days off of work and a brand new video game."

I rolled my eyes at her and climbed into my car. "You and your games," I mumbled.

The drive to the store was a little longer than I had anticipated, but then I had to remind myself that the bunker was in the middle of nowhere.

"No wonder why Dean's food runs always took so long," Charlie said when we had finally pulled into the parking lot.

"At least it wasn't another five hour drive," I teased her.

"I hope we aren't doing another one of those trips any time soon," she groaned. "The only thing worse than being trapped in that bunker is being trapped in a car."

I noticed when we entered that the grocery store wasn't very big. There were twelve aisles, each labeled clearly with what was contained in each one, and three small check out lanes. Currently only one was open, a young girl about eighteen stood behind the register with a very bored expression on her face. She was chipping black nail polish off of her fingernails as we walked by her. She didn't even glance up at us.

After a half hour we had managed to grab a few different things to hold us over for a couple more days. I pushed our cart over to the girl at the check out aisle.

"Good morning," she said half-heartedly.

"I don't know what she's grumpy about," Charlie whispered to me as we began placing items on the conveyor belt. "She didn't just spend the last week stuck underground."

I stifled a laugh which caused the young girl to narrow her eyes distrustfully at the two of us. By the time she had finished ringing us out she must have been glad to see us leave. Charlie had constantly leaned over and whispered jokes at the young girl's expense while she had been scanning the items we were buying. I'm sure by the look she had been giving us she had caught on to what was going on.

Charlie grabbed the cart full of grocery items and pushed it out to my car. I popped the trunk with the button on my keychain and helped her put everything inside.

"There, that's everything," Charlie said satisfied once we had put the last bag in.

"You've been very hard to find lately, love," a voice behind us crooned.

Both Charlie and I spun around in shock at the unexpected voice. Crowley stood a few feet behind us, a strained smile on his face as he stared at me.

"We had a deal you know, or did you go back on it?"

"You never specified a date and time," I told him.

"I didn't expect you to go into hiding," Crowley sneered.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "So what do you want?"

"That favor I asked of you—I need you to kill Abaddon. Now."

He was reaching out and clutching my arm into his hand in seconds before I had any idea of what he was doing. Charlie stood in a panic, not sure what to do.

"What are you doing?" I asked him in alarm.

"Taking you with me."

A strange feeling washed over me and I suddenly realized I was no longer in the small parking lot of the grocery store with Charlie. I was alone with Crowley somewhere entirely different.

"You want help curing Sam, you kill Abaddon for me. That's the deal," Crowley said smoothly.