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Willow tilted her head up defiantly and worked on keeping her face emotionless, her eyes never waving from Lucifer who was slowly walking towards her a grim smile playing on his lips.
"You know dreams didn't do you justice," he said softly, his face breaking into a cocky grin and Willow felt her heart beat faster as he took a few steps towards her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on edge.
"But you tried to hide from me, so I had to lure you here," he finished, stopping just in front of her, sitting on the arm of the couch and looking up at her, he went to grab onto her hand and Willow snatched her hand back, glaring down at him but refusing to move – and she wasn't sure she could even if she wanted too, her legs felt as if they were made out of jelly.
"Well congrats, a hundred points to Lucy," Willow snapped back, her eyes darting to all the windows and exits then finally back to her struggling boys and all coherent plan of escape went out of her dead. She glared harshly back down to Lucifer when he began talking again.
"Well I needed you – we have a new world together, we could be great you just have to say yes."
"That's quite a proposition," she tried to say airily, raising her eyebrows, "most guys would buy me a drink first."
He stood up in a flash and pinned her to the wall by her throat, his soulless eyes boring into her sparkling ones, she bit back a wounded cry as he lifted her off her feet and she fought off all other instincts which tried to take over her body to fight him off but with as much self control she could muster she kept her legs from kicking out and her hands from clawing whatever she could get her hands on.
"Say yes," he spat in her face, his face contorted with sudden anger.
"Bite me," Willow choked out as she grinned as best she could.
She felt his hands release her and with a startling crack as she landed on the floor she breathed in deeply, enjoying the feeling of the cold air entering her lungs.
"You will do it," she heard him say and she peered through her curtains of hair as it fell in front of her face she saw him drag Dean onto his knees in front of her and pull a knife out so it was sitting on his throat, a thin line of blood already appearing. She looked into Deans eyes for a second and had to beat the tears back as he smiled softly at her and nodded ever to slightly, just a tilt of his head but she understood. She understood that he understood that there was no way of getting out of this and it broke her heart in two.
Willow slowly raised to her feet, running a hand through her curls and staring at Lucifer, a cold look entering her eyes, "go to hell," she spat out.
"I'll kill him," Lucifer said in a bored voice, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling him backwards, keeping him on his knees so his throat was totally exposed, "I will kill however many people it takes to get you to say yes," he said, and then smiled opening his arms out, "so you might as well say yes."
There was silence for a second and Willow almost thought about saying yes, and everyone else in the room thought she was until she tilted her head back and laughed the sound bouncing from the walls making the sound echo. "If you harm them," she took a menacing step forwards him, "then I will kill you, because, well – you know Azazel. Well where do you think he is? Your grace is a really nice way to kill someone," she took the momentary surprise on Lucifer's face to carry on, raising her voice, "if you kill anyone then I will figure out how to push this grace out again and I will destroy you. Then there is no plan. No one dies. You hear?"
"No one dies?" Lucifer raised his eyebrows and chucked Dean forwards, he landed on his face and before he could get back up with a snap of Lucifers voice a demon grabbed Dean to stop him from moving. "Take them downstairs, me and Willow are going to talk," Lucifer said pleasantly, making Willows skin crawl, she refused to meet Castiels eyes as they walked past her and through a door, she couldn't cry or show weakness in front of him, she was going to die with dignity.

Lucifer snatched Willows hair and dragged her onto the floor, the noise her head made as it connected with the wooden floorboards made her feel sick, and as the world swam for a few seconds Lucifer climbed on top of her.
"It'd be easier if you said yes now, it'll happen anyway it's been foreseen so just do it," he whispered in her ear. Willow flung her legs up in an attempt to kick him off but it didn't work instead she felt a searing pain as she heard more than felt her bone in her leg crack. She tried to bite away the pained cry but it slipped through her lips, making the silence in the air shatter.
"That's not playing nice – say yes."
"Fuck off," Willow said shortly, desperately trying to cling to consciousness as the pain from her leg spread around her body.
"Well then," Lucifer said as he traced the thin white scar Willow had leading from behind her ear to her shoulder with a knife, as a faint line of red appeared behind it, "I will have to make you."
Willow bit back another scream as she whispered, "You'll have to kill me, I will never give your grace back."
"What about the baby deal? Is that open for negotiation?" he snickered as he moved to making slight cuts along her collar bone as he ripped her back jumper off, and instead of feeling scared or self conscious that she was lying topless in a room full of demons she rejoiced as the cold air hit her skin, making the pain more bearable. Slightly.
"Not going to happen," she said, trying to plaster a mocking grin across her face but instead it came out more as a grimace as he sliced the knife into her skin, curving underneath her bra. He looked at the pendant hanging around her neck and Willow felt her heart quicken, she so desperately wanted to pull Castiels gift to her into her hand and out of his grasp but instead a small moan passed through her lips as the pain coursing through her body made it impossible for her to move.
"Did lover boy get you this?" he asked, dropping it down on her chest, creating another small cut on the palm of her hand.
"Jealous?" she whispered, cocking her eyebrows, moaning in pain, "This won't change my mind Lucy."
She only just managed to get out that sentence before a strangled cry escaped through her lips and she managed to tilt her head and see that Lucifer had stabbed the knife through the palm of her hand and into the wooden floor, and for once as she felt the blackness of unconsciousness ebbing away at her vision she welcomed it.

Castiel couldn't help but to worry, he knew that Sam and Dean were as well but they were more bothered about getting them all out, unable to think that Willow was dead. But Castiel was more worried she was and if she was indeed then – well he had to reason to leave.
He'd been staring at her body for about two hours, ever since they'd thrown her in, covered in blood and her top missing revealing another array of old scars and new cuts, lying in a pool of her own blood. And every now and then he was sure that he could see her chest rise and fall in the weak rays of sunshine but he couldn't be sure that it wasn't just his mind protecting the truth from himself – he knew that if she was dead then he would die here too.
"Man," Dean said for the sixth time, "we're worried too but they won't kill her, she needs to be alive for them to get what she wants."
"We can't be sure," Castiel replied bluntly, his heart pounding when he saw Willows frame stirring, she propped herself up on her elbow and looked about, one of her eyes wide and confused, the other almost totally shut with a large cut above it.
"Willow," Castiel cried ecstatically, "Dean she's awake."
Dean and Sam pressed their faces into the bars which separated their and Willows cell from each other, and alongside Castiel they called out to her.
She smiled weakly at them, and slowly began to crawl towards them, wincing and making small moans of pain until she reached the bars of the cage, and collapsed backwards, resting her back on the bars and panting under her breath and Castiel looked at her.
Her hair was caked in blood and she had a large cut above her left eye matched with a black eye, a split lip and countless cuts, burns and bruises all over her body and he looked down at her leg she was clinging on with one hand and with sigh he noticed it was broken and he glanced at the left hand she rested on her chest with the garish wound through it. Willow caught Castiels gaze, and smiled weakly, "keeping it elevated, don't want to bleed out now do I," she said sourly, "so boys – the plan?"

Dean nudged Sam and pointed at her broken leg and Willow could hear them whispering about how the running and fighting plan was a bust, she could hear the pain laced in their words and she wished for a way to hide what had happened.
"I am so sorry," Castiel whispered through the bars next to her ear, she looked up to see tears falling silently from his eyes and she tried to smile again – to make it all okay. But before any comforting words came out, through her muddled and pain riddled thoughts an idea popped through.
"Castiel, you can't angel out here can you?" Castiel silently shook his head and Willow carried on, her voice horse and she winced with every movement but she dragged herself to the wall over her shoulder, "because they have your scent or whatever you call it. But they don't have Balthazar's. I'll call him."
"We thought of that, it won't work," Dean said calmly, trying to avoid looking at Willow who was broken and battered, "we don't have the right ingredients."
"You have me," she smiled cocking her head, "I'm all graced and things. She held her hands to her wounds and began to painfully draw a symbol on the grey cement floor, using the blood already flowing from her wounds, almost breaking into tears as the pain and exhaustion made her feel faint. She looked up when she finished and looked at Castiel plainly.
"That's fine," he tried to say comfortingly and he began to say the enochian words as fast as he could, making sure she repeated them perfectly, before – with a shock Balthazar appeared straight away.
"Well," he raised his eyebrows, looking around the bloody and dimly lit cell, "you've been having fun haven't you?"
"Get her out of here," Castiel said gruffly, pulling himself to his feet, "Lucifers here, he'll realise you're here. Get her out."
"No," Willow moaned and pushed Balthazar away as he tried to pull her up to zap her to safety and she pushed her curls out of the way as she looked up at Balthazar. "He won't kill me, you get them out. Now."
Balthazar must have recognised something in my eyes, thought Willow as she watched Castiel, Dean and Sam disappear with Balthazar, she tried to pull herself up using the bars but she felt her leg behind her as a dead weight and instead a broken scream escaped her lips as she fell crashing to the floor.
She heard a deranged yell from Lucifer as she felt the soft fresh breeze which went through the air which meant Balthazar was back, he looked down at her and with one movement she was in his arms in a dusty and dark cell and with another she was in his arms in a brightly lit, cluttered bedroom.
He gingerly laid her out on the bed and she smiled up at him, "thanks Balthy."
"You're paying for my dry cleaning," he chuckled dryly before Castiel burst through the doors and kissed Willows forehead softly as she felt a fuzzy almost numbly painful feeling coarse through her body, which she knew had meant she'd been healed. She pulled a hand up to Castiels face and pulled him closer to her their lips touching and he kissed her hungrier than he ever had before, his hand resting softly on her cheek, as he pulled apart resting their foreheads on each other.
"I am so sorry," he choked, "I should have protected you."
"I'm fine," she tried to say convincingly, kissing him deeply on the lips, her skin felt alert from how softly he touched her.
"I love you Castiel, but I made that choice. Don't blame yourself."
"My goddess you're my love, you're my life."

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