I finally had a chance to post another chapter so here it is! Thanks for all the reviews, they've been a big push for me to update again. Enjoy!

"Can I borrow your phone?"

The young girl who had rang Charlie's and I's groceries out right before Crowley kidnapped me glanced up from her red nails. They had been painted black when I was last here.

How long had Abaddon been torturing me for?

"You don't look so good lady, do you want me to call an ambulance? Or the cops?" the girl behind the counter asked sounding genuinely concerned.

I shook my head but abruptly stopped; the movement was making me feel dizzy. "No," I answered her. "I'm fine, I just need to make a call and I'll be out of here."

She looked at me skeptically, probably thinking I was some junkie. I caught my reflection in the window behind her as she reached for the phone. Dried blood was smeared under my nose and on my chin, there was a dark bruise on my forehead from where I had been knocked unconscious. My clothes were a mess—the entire left side of my shirt and jacket were dark red from where the wound in my arm had bled out in a pool and my jacket sleeve was torn where my arm had been cut. I glanced down at where Abaddon had cauterized the skin shut and cringed at the sight. Eventually it would heal up a bit, leaving a hideous little scar.

"Here," the girl said uncomfortably as she placed the phone on the counter within my reach. She turned her attention back to chipping her nails, but I could tell she was paying attention to me.

I picked up the receiver and hesitated for a moment, my left hand hovering above the number pad. I was drawing a blank on Sam's cell phone number.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath.

There was another number I knew like the back of my hand though. Without further hesitation I was dialing it. He answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Garth, it's Sierra—"

"Did you get a new number?" he interrupted me. "Because I didn't recognize the one on my caller ID."

"No, I'm calling from a store. Look, I'm sort of stranded here. It's a long story for another time though. Can you give Dean or Sam a call and let them know they can find me at—" I glanced to the entrance of the store to see the name, "the Quick Stop and Shop? They should know where it is. I'll be outside waiting."

"Yeah, sure thing, kid. Are you alright?" Garth asked me. "Because you sound shook up."

"I'll be fine, really. Just please call them."

"Alright, I'll call them right now. Check back with me later so I know you're okay though, will you? Otherwise I'll worry."

"Yeah, I will. Thanks, Garth."

I hung up the phone and noticed the girl staring at me. "Thanks for letting me use the phone."

"Yeah…" she said, her voice trailing off as her eyes caught sight of the wound on my arm. "You sure you're alright?"

I gave her a smile that I hoped was reassuring. "Absolutely."

Not wanting her to interrogate me further, I quickly made my way outside and sat down on the sidewalk. Admittedly I felt vulnerable sitting outside like this, I couldn't be sure if any of Abaddon's pawns were lurking just outside of my line of sight waiting to recapture me. The thought raised the hair on the back of my neck. Instinctively I reached into my jacket pocket and felt the cool, reassuring hilt of the dagger in my hand.

Time dragged on as I waited; I was becoming closer to sleep the longer I sat there. Eventually I laid back on the sidewalk, keeping my left arm at my side and cradling my head in my right arm. My eyes slowly drifted shut and I told myself I'd stay awake and remain alert, but it wasn't long before I had fallen asleep.

The sound of an engine idling woke me up. I was lying on something hard and uncomfortable and it was cold out, I could feel the goosebumps on my skin. I heard doors slam nearby and my heart started racing.

"Sierra? Holy shit, Sierra are you alright?"

Suddenly warm hands were on my face and I opened my eyes. Sam was crouched beside me, his eyebrows knitted together in concern as his eyes darted all over me. And then I remembered where I was.

"What the hell happened to you?" Sam whispered as he saw the burned skin on my arm.

"Abaddon."

His eyes caught mine quickly, a sudden fierceness behind them. "He dragged you to face her? Alone?"

"Obviously he found out it was not the most brilliant idea," I told him.

Dean suddenly appeared behind Sam, the same look of concern mixed with fury was etched on his face too.

"That son of a bitch," he muttered when he took in the sight of me.

"You need to get cleaned up and some of these cuts need to be taken care of before they become infected," Sam told me, gently helping me up onto my feet.

"Where's Charlie?" I asked. "She's alright, isn't she?"

"Yes, she wanted to come with but we told her it'd be best to stay with Cas at the bunker," Sam reassured me.

Dean opened the backdoor of the Impala for me as Sam lead me over. I climbed in and got comfortable before Sam gently shut the door. Dean climbed into the driver's seat and turned the radio off. Silence enveloped the both of us and I glanced over to see Sam opening the door to the backseat next to me instead of his usual place. I caught the look Dean shot his brother through the rearview mirror as he did so.

The moment the door had shut behind Sam, Dean put the car in drive and tore out of the grocery store's parking lot.

"Come here," Sam's voice gently commanded me.

I glanced over at him and saw he had scooted to the center of the backseat now, his arms opened in invitation.

"You're freezing, come here," he said again.

Slowly I scooted my way over to him, letting his hands pull me in to his warm body. The familiar scent of his cologne and detergent immediately washed over me. I buried my face into his chest and felt myself drifting towards sleep again when he began running his hand softly through my hair.

"I'm glad you're okay," he whispered to me, and it was the last thing I heard before I had fallen asleep again.

I woke up to a slight rocking feeling and my eyes shot open.

"Whoa, hey, relax," Sam's soft voice said. "You fell asleep in the car, I didn't want to wake you up just yet. We're back at the bunker."

"Oh my God, is she okay?!"

My head spun in the direction of Charlie's shout. She came barreling down the long hallway, Castiel briskly walking behind her.

"You're covered in blood!" Charlie observed, utterly horrified at the sight. "What happened to you?"

"She can talk while I'm cleaning her wounds. Can you get the first aid kit, Charlie?" Sam asked her.

She nodded and took off like a shot in the direction she had just come from. Castiel watched curiously as Sam continued to carry me down the hallway and eventually into the main room of the bunker where he placed me carefully onto the table. His eyes turned back to the wound on my left arm and he gingerly took it in his hands, examining it. The frown on his face deepened when I exhaled sharply at the pain his touch caused.

When Charlie reemerged with the first aid kit she placed it down next to Sam and he quickly opened it and started getting to work cleaning out a few of my lesser cuts, which stung as he did so.

"So what happened?" Dean finally asked me.

I winced as Sam poured more alcohol on a cut on my right hand. "Crowley showed up and basically kidnapped me. Took me to some abandoned factory full of demons where Abaddon had been holed up. He thought forgoing stealth would be a smart choice and ended up getting us outnumbered. A demon took my dagger and another knocked me out. I woke up strapped to some table and Abaddon had a good ol' time, as you can see."

"I told you not to make that deal," Sam muttered.

"How'd you get out?" Dean asked, ignoring his brother's comment.

"Somehow Crowley got out and came back for me, because he needs me and my knife to kill her."

"So she's still alive?" Sam asked me. "And now Crowley's going to show up some time again and try to collect on this deal. You realize you might get yourself killed? And for what, the hope that he will help us find some cure for me? This is ridiculous, Sierra."

Sam angrily slammed shut the first aid kit and a long silence followed. The bags under his eyes looked darker than usual and I wondered if he had gotten much sleep while I was gone.

"He did tell me where we should look for a cure though," I said after a moment.

"What?" Dean asked suddenly. He took a few steps closer until he was standing right in front of me. "Why? You didn't fulfill your deal."

"Because now he wants you two to help me take Abaddon down, and he said that he needs Sam in full health…" I said, my voice trailing off when they both just stared at me. "Look, it's not like we don't want to take her down anyway. And we wouldn't be focusing on that until we get Sam better anyway."

"Where did he say to look for the cure?"

"Dean, you're not really going to trust Crowley are you?" Sam asked his brother, a trace of his previous frustration still evident in his tone.

"It's all we have to go on right now," Dean answered him. He glanced back to me and asked again, "Where did he say to look?"

I looked over at Charlie who had remained silent throughout the whole conversation.

"You know those manuscripts you had talked about before?" I asked her, to which she nodded. "He said one of them was about curing Sam from something. One of the ones that hadn't been leaked onto the internet."

"Great, so now we have to hunt down this manuscript?" Dean said exasperated. "He couldn't even tell you where to look?"

I bit my lip in hesitation but the taste of stale blood caused me to stop abruptly. "He did, sort of. He said your biggest fan had it, and that you guys would know who that was."

Sam and Dean quickly exchanged a knowing look. If it was at all possible, Sam went paler.

"What?" I asked them. "What's with that look? You guys know who he meant, right?"

"Yeah," Dean finally answered me. "He means Becky. Sam's ex-wife."

"What?" Charlie and I both shouted in unison.

"He had a wife?" Charlie shot in disbelief.

Sam's eyes were glued to the floor no matter how hard I tried to catch his attention.

"She was using a love potion on him. They weren't even married for a week, but the title of 'biggest fan' doesn't even begin to cover it," Dean explained. "Thankfully, it's been awhile since we've had to run into her."

"Guess now you don't have a choice," Charlie said with a disturbing amount of amusement. "So we hit the road tomorrow morning?"

"Oh no, you're staying here," Dean told her. "It's safer. Castiel needs some help figuring out how to undo the spell Metatron did."

"You're staying here too," Sam said to me. "You need to heal."

"And miss a run-in with your ex-wife and biggest fan? Hell no, I'm waking up bright and early for this."

Dean stood beside his brother grinning at me. "Good to see you're still feeling like yourself."

Sam shot his brother a look which only caused Dean's grin to grow.

"You should clean up and get some rest," Sam told me, still glaring at his brother.

I scooted off the table and hesitated, momentarily watching the silent conversation going on between the brothers, before making my way straight towards a shower.