We were on our way to a possible lead somewhere out in Connecticut. I'd called in a satellite tracking and the Men of Letters were almost absolutely certain that they had a solid image of her staying there as of yesterday. We had made a late-night stop just inside the state's borders for gas when it happened. I was out in the back, trying to cast some sort of tracking spell to double check on Kelly's location.

You know, I really, really, really, really, REALLY hate witchbags. They fucking suck.

I fell the second the witchbags touched me, about to cry out in pain before a hand clamped over my mouth. It was cold, and felt… Wrong.

"Shut your mouth, little witch." A voice I didn't know, snarling behind me. "Or I'll slice your throat and drink you dry."

Vampire.

How in the hell did I not sense it?!

My hands were brought roughly behind my back, and I fought back another shout as my hands were tied to two more witchbags.

"Now you're going to come with me, all nice and quiet-like," the vampire ordered. I still hadn't seen it's fucking face yet. "Or I'll tell my friends in the gas station to gut your angel." He pivoted me around harshly, and I could finally see it's face.

"I watched you die." I whispered, unable to hold back the surprise. The male vampire I'd frozen, back at the compound… The one that Mary had killed… This one looked just like him. Same face. Same eyes. Same hair.

"That would be my brother that you helped slaughter." The vampire told me. "Did you even learn his name before you killed him? Because I know yours." His smile was almost wolfish. "And I'm gonna make sure you learn the name of every one of my family members before you finally get to die."

I spat in its face. "Fuck off."

"Bitch!" He slashed at my face, and I bit my tongue. I wasn't going to let him hear how much that hurt. I wasn't going to give him any more of an excuse to try and go after Cas. "Now you're going to shut your mouth," he ordered. "Or I'll rip it off of you."

I spat in his face again, just one more time, and then it was lights out for me.

Who knew vampires had a decent sucker punch?

The thing woke me up with a splash of cold water to the face. My hands were still tied behind my back, but now also attached to a chair. The witchbags in my hands were gone, but I could still feel one attached directly under a chair. I let out a long stream of air, fighting off waves of dizziness.

"Good morning, witch bitch." The vampire crooned, splashing more water on me. I sputtered for a moment, shaking my head to clear the water from my eyes.

"Is it morning already?" I asked, looking around. There were no windows for me to tell. The room was almost completely dark, save for the few dim lights in the room. "You know, I can't tell. If you could open a window or show me a clock or something, I might be able to figure it out."

"You're still a smart ass." He muttered. "We're gonna fix that." He slashed at my shoulder, and I could feel it start to bleed automatically. I ground my teeth together, glaring up at the vampire.

"You swing like my sister." I said, smirking. "How long have I been here?"

"Does it matter?" He asked. "You're still gonna die here."

"It matters for what you probably want from me." I was not going to let these witchbags get the better of me, goddammit. I took a few deep breaths. "And also so I can tell you when my boyfriend is going to be here."

"He's not coming for you." The vampire argued.

"Oh, really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Tell me how long I've been here and I'll tell you how long it'll take for him to get here."

"You've been here for hours, cunt." He stated. "If he wasn't coming for you earlier, he ain't coming for you now."

"Hours, huh?" I asked. "He'll be here in twenty minutes, at the most. I can guarantee it."

"I doubt it."

"I'll bet my life on it." I offered, wiggling my hands as quietly as I could. There had to be some sort of give in these, there had to be. If I could get my hands free and get away from this damn witchbag, I could do something. Anything. "Twenty minutes, and you'll see someone burst through that door in front of me. If not," I did my best to shrug. There was absolutely no give in the ties in my wrist, and even then after that I'd have to contend with the ones at my feet. "You kill me."

"I'll kill you when I please." He replied. "Besides, I want something from you first?"

"Which is?"

"Two things." He walked away a little bit. "You're going to learn my brother's name, and remember it."

"You gotta tell me the name first to try and remember."

"And you're going to give me your phone password." For emphasis, he pulled my cell out of his pocket and wiggled it. I fought back a smile. He had my phone. He was screwed. I showed Cas how to run a trace on my phone. He'd find me.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "You want my goddamn phone password?"

"You're going to call your Men of Letters superiors," he explained. "And tell them the vampires of America want their fucking country back."

"Yeah, I'm not doing that." I argued, shaking my head.

"You forget," he set down my phone on a table behind him, and grabbed something else. When he turned around, I felt sick from just looking at them. Two more witchbags. "I came prepared."

"Mind if I ask how you got those?" I asked, doing my best to keep my composure. Two more touching me again, and I'd probably be dead. The only thing that had kept me alive originally was the angel grace running through me. I doubted it would keep me that way for long, though. Not with two more of those infernal fucking things put on me.

"You've garnered a lot of hate pretty fast." He said. "And not just from vampires. Other witches hate you just as badly."

"Eh." I shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a person people tend to hate out of envy."

"You're a cocky bitch aren't you?" He asked. I pretended to think for a moment before nodding. He let out a rough, barky laugh before turning back to his table again. I waited for him to do something, anything. Instead of seeing him turn around, I heard a loud bang. My leg exploded in pain, and this time I couldn't help but scream. When he turned around, I saw a pistol in one hand and one of my angel blades in the other.

That fucker felt me up!

But the bullet… Only one thing hurt that bad. Not a normal shot. The same ones the government lackeys had been shooting at me with, when we were after Lucifer. The ones with witchbags built in.

"Where," I took a few deep breaths. "Did you get those bullets?"

"Same witch that gave me the bags." He answered, wiggling it around. "I've got seven more rounds to fire off too, in this clip." He smirked. "And another clip in case the first doesn't quite make you understand."

"And," more heavy breathing. What was this, like, 1 ½ witch bags on me right now, approximately? "What am I supposed to understand."

"That you're going to die the way I want you to." He answered. "And that you're going to do whatever I ask you to do along the way."

"Bite me." I hissed.

"I may just yet." He answered. "And make you starve to death. Now my brother's name," he leveled the gun at me again, and I couldn't quite tell where he was aiming. "I want to hear you say it."

"You still have to tell me it." I reminded him.

"It was Rodney." He answered. "It was fucking Rodney."

"Fucking is an interesting first name." I stated. Another shot, and I screamed again. My other leg – both of my shins, now – had a bullet hole in it.

"RODNEY!" He shouted again, stepping closer. He slid the blade lightly across my arm, not enough to cut but enough to raise the hairs. "His name was RODNEY!"

"Knee-rod?" I tried. He pressed harder with the blade, and a new gash appeared in my upper left arm.

"Say his name." The vampire hissed, walking behind me. I could feel the muzzle press in to the back of my shoulder. "Say my brother's name."

"Try the phone thing." I offered. "See if that works."

"Not yet." He whispered. "Not until you break and say my brother's name."

"You're going to need more bullets." I answered, resigning myself to my fate. Another shot, and I howled again.

"I've got an eternity that I can do this for." He answered. "And I'm just getting started." I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to clear the black spots. I could either pass out and let him win, or keep awake and live through more torture.

"Why is this so important to you?" I could feel an idea forming in the back of my head, but I wanted all the information I could get first. "This sort of retaliation is pretty damn rare, after all." The vampire just laughed.

"You're a disgrace to your kind, you know that?" He asked.

"What, humankind?"

"No, your kind." He repeated. "Our kind. The supernatural kind. Werewolves and vampires and demons and kitsune and witches," he walked around to stand in front of me, leveling my angel blade at my throat. "Our kind."

"What makes you think I'm one of you?"

"You're a witch." He responded. "You're not normal."

"You know, I had the same feelings of being not normal when I was 13, too." I pointed out. "I dyed my hair, I got the tattoo, I wore dark emo clothing. You know," I would've pointed with my hands at this stage, were they not bound behind me. "I think I even had the phrase 'I'm not normal' on a black T-shirt, written out in a really weird and cool font. But then I turned 16." I raised an eyebrow at him. His response was to take my angel blade and bury it deep where I had been previously stabbed. I screamed again at that.

"I just…" I took a few panting breaths, keeping myself as calm as possible. If I could survive Crowley's torture, AND the fucking devil, I could beat this two-bit vampire. "Got that… Stab wound… healed… you… bastard."

"There's a price out on your head, witch." He replied. "You and that shifter Louis. All across the supernatural world. We all know who you are, and what you've done. Everyone wants you dead for working with the Brits." I stored away the question I wanted to ask about the shifter, and asked something else.

"But not for… with… the Winchesters?"

"They've got a few death wishes on them, but nothing as hefty as yours." He laughed a little. "You actively worked to take out our entire species." He pressed his lips together tightly. "It was genocide that you helped commit, and you were going to go on past that region for the whole continent. First vampires, then whatever else you were told to next."

"Where's your proof?"

"Our father showed us what you were doing." He answered. "Before you and Sam Winchester slaughtered him too." He leveled the blade at my throat. "You're more of a monster than me or my brother ever were. You've turned your back on your own kind." He pressed, just enough for it to hurt but not enough to break the skin. "Now tell me my brother's name, you bitch." I took some shallow breaths, trying to figure out my times.

"You want me… to speak?" I asked. "You want me… to talk to my… bosses? Tell them your… brother's name… too?" I took a deep breath. "Fine. Is my phone on?"

"You're already breaking?" He sounded surprised.

"It's break or die." I replied. "And I'm not in the mood to die… Not just yet. Now tell me, is my phone on?"

"Yes."

"How much time has passed?"

"Why?"

"Because I…" I laughed. I couldn't help it. I laughed, right in his stupid face. "I promised 20 minutes." I answered, looking at the doorway in front of me. "And you're about to be screwed."

"You're bluffing."

"Try me." I kept laughing. "You think… That someone like me can go missing… and my bosses aren't going… to come for me? You thought…" I took a break from the laughter. "That an angel… wouldn't be able to find me?" I spat in his face again, and definitely saw some blood in with it. "You're a bigger… idiot… than I fucking thought."

"I don't see anyone coming through." The vampire replied, but his voice seemed nervous. He definitely took a step or two away from the door, leveling the gun at me.

"Three." I counted down, raising my voice just a little bit. My phone was on. That was all I needed. I was supposed to check in with Mick and Ketch about two hours after the vamp had nabbed me, meaning that they would be searching for me since I hadn't checked in.

"What are you doing?" The vampire asked, the hand shaking a little bit. My phone was on, location services on. Cas would've called me, then Mick and Ketch most likely. Once I was confirmed missing, they would've used my phone to try and track me.

"Two." All they would need was proof that I was with the phone, and that it wasn't in a dumpster somewhere. Me talking, me telling them I was in a windowless room with one door in front of me, would have to be enough extra information.

"Stop it!" The vampire shouted. He looked afraid now. I was too calm, too sure. I wasn't cocky anymore. They knew where I was. They knew what was up. They knew exactly what weapons he had, even. They'd given me twenty minutes to get as much information as possible.

All I'd needed to know was that my phone was on, that they got the messages.

And they had.

"One." The door was kicked in in front of me, followed by a small canister rolling in.

"What the fuck is that?!" The vampire screamed. I just smirked.

"Zero." I clamped my eyes shut, fighting the pain as I threw myself backwards in my chair. The vampire bomb, the same kind I helped make, went off with a blinding flash. I could feel the heat from where I was, followed by a shriek and a gunshot. Once it was done, there was silence.

"Kylie?!" My name, from Castiel's voice, making sure I was alive.

"Is it clear?!" A different voice. T.J. was there?!

"Yeah, it's clear!" I shouted, doing my best to keep the breathiness and injury from my voice. I couldn't quite keep how tightly my teeth were gritted out of my tone, though. Two sets of footsteps came rushing in, one directly to me and the other to the vampire.

"Kylie," Castiel again, right above me. I opened my eyes, smiling up at him.

"Hey, babe." I said, smiling. "How's your day been?"

"You're hurt." He stated, moving to lift my chair back up to a sitting position. I shook my head quickly, catching his eye.

"Witchbag, under the seat." I said. "Get rid of that first." He did as I asked, throwing it clear out the door. I was able to relax a little bit, then. "The bullets embedded in me are the same way." I spat over to the side, and saw more blood than actual spit. Castiel noticed, I knew he noticed, but he and T.J. began work together to get the rest of the bullets out of me. "T.J., you son of a bitch," I commented once I finally saw him. "What in the hell are you doing here?"

"You didn't check in." He answered. "Ketch wanted to make sure you were still alive."

"And how did you find Cas?" T.J. handed Cas a pair of tweezers to help him get the bullets out of me.

"I found him." Castiel responded, digging out one of the bullets. I gritted my teeth, keeping myself occupied.

"How?"

"He was the only British man looking for you." He answered. "And he appeared rather quickly after you disappeared. It was not difficult to ascertain that we would be working towards the same goals."

"He pinned me against a wall until I told him I was with you." T.J. clarified, pulling out a bullet himself. I grimaced, arching a little from the pain. Another bullet out. "It was extremely terrifying, in all honesty."

"I did apologize." Castiel pointed out.

"No, you said that you should apologize," T.J. corrected. "And then I got her location finalized and the time frame for information. Afterwards, you told me that if she died within those twenty minutes that it would be my head alongside the vampires, if I do remember correctly."

"When you know where she is and you wait because she gave you some sort of hidden signal to do so, one that I still do not fully understand by the way," Castiel argued. "Then I tend to have a small problem with that." More bullets out. I'd lost count of how many (let me rephrase I was purposefully avoiding counting them so that I didn't focus on the pain of having fucking bullets pulled out of my freaking body), but I knew that there couldn't be many left. I was already starting to feel better.

"Can we agree," I gritted my teeth as one more came out. That was enough. I could do the rest myself, easily. I sat up, focusing heavily on the two bullets that were left as I closed my eyes. They popped out with a bit of difficulty, but still were gone nonetheless. "That at least we're all mostly fine, and that there's a larger problem here?" All there was left was the angel blade injuries. I showed Castiel where they were, and he passed a hand over them. There would still be scars, undoubtedly, but it was better than nothing.

"Are you alright?" Castiel asked instead. I nodded, squeezing his hand for a moment. "Then I think I can agree to those terms."

"Oh, you'll agree with her?!" T.J. exclaimed, pointing at me. "But not with her best friend?"

"Who told you that we were besties?" I asked in response, raising an eyebrow at him as they both helped me stand.

"Low blow, Dillinger." He claimed, shaking his head. "Low blow."

"What's the larger problem?"

"We're being hunted, now." I said. "The entirety of Supernatural beings… This isn't good." I looked over at T.J. "And who the hell is the Shifter, Louis? There weren't any people by that name on Project V." I'd known everyone on that project. I'd made it a point to know everyone, and after the raid… I made it a point to respect who'd given their lives for the Project. Nobody had been named Louis. And nobody had been a Shifter.

"I don't know." T.J. said. "But Kylie, if there's a price out on your head… Maybe America isn't the safest place for you anymore."

"What, you think I should run?!" I shook my head. "Hell no! That'll just encourage them!"

"She's not leaving without me." Castiel added, standing firm. I turned and looked at him.

"I'm not leaving, period." I stated. "If I run then they'll think this is OK, that we can be bullied or intimidated in to leaving."

"You can't have vampires and witches and who knows what else hunting you like that." T.J. argued. "They got the jump on you."

"One vampire." I said. "Armed with witchbags and my stolen knives, by the way."

"And how did he get the witchbags?" Castiel asked. I pursed my lips slightly.

"From another witch." I muttered. T.J. raised an eyebrow at me, almost in an "I told you so" look. "Hey, hey, look, sometimes shit happens. Sometimes a vampire gets some good work from a witch. I'm still not leaving, though. No way in hell am I letting them run me out of my own damn country." I stared them both down evenly. "Look, I've got a few spells I can run, a few things I can do to hide myself better. I haven't worn the Diana look in a long time, and as far as I can tell the Supernatural community hasn't connected it to me just yet, or any other fake identities I can create." I thought for a moment. "Yeah, I can check with Crowley and Rowena. They've got better eyes and ears in the underground than I do. They can tell me which of my identities are connected to me and help legitimize me a new one if needed. I don't have to run. I can just go back to hiding." I looked myself over before snapping my fingers. In an instant, I was back in my old disguise. I looked at the two, holding my hands up for a moment. "See? Completely unrecognizable."

T.J. shook his head. "I still don't like this." He said. "It'd be safer for you to be back in London. Less variables. Less monsters. Less to worry about."

"And I still don't like the idea of running. I'm staying here." I was putting my foot down on this. "I'll just have to be more careful."

"Castiel, back me up on this one thing, at least!" T.J. tried, turning to the angel. He didn't say a word, just looked over at me.

"It's your decision." He stated, his voice slightly pained. I knew he didn't like either option. I was just back with him, and T.J. was right, it would be safer for me to leave. But at the same time neither of us wanted me to go. I sure as hell wasn't going without a fight.

"Come on!" T.J. shouted, throwing his hands in the air. I smiled, dropping the disguise as I gave Castiel a hug. "You know what, if you die it's your own bloody fault!" He decided.

"Don't care." I replied. "I'm not leaving."