Crowley had escaped from Lucifers imprisonment, but Grace remained, it had been roughly a month or so, who knew, since he'd taken her from the bunker. She knew Crowley was likely working with her brothers and had informed them of where she was being kept, then again, nothing was ever sure fire with the former king of hell.

"Wake up, puppy…we need to get you cleaned up. We're taking a little road trip." Grace followed the sound of Lucifer's voice as the sound of her cage door opening echoed in the room. She kept herself pressed against the back.

"Hey, it's all right, no tricks this time. We want to look our best for when we go home, don't we?" she felt the sensation of cloth running over her skin as light flooded her vision.

"We'll leave the gag on, for now, but lets undo these restraints." The sudden release of weigh made her suspicious as she drew rubbed her now free wrists. Lucifer finally removed the gag.

"Speak." Grace however refused, her throat was sore and dry, she knew she was dehydrated.

"Come on, Ava, talk to me." He sounded like a whiney child, she rolled her eyes, "Shower…" her voice was hoarse, but filled with disgust and repulsion, Lucifer was still wearing her mate as a meat suit.

"As you wish, princess." She wrinkled her nose at the nickname as he finally unshackled her ankles, pulling her out onto the concrete floor. Pushing herself up, she felt unsteady, having not done much walking in the last month of captivity.

"Easy there, Ava." She turned, with a dark expression, to face the fallen angel who in turn held up his hands in surrender as the grimy, dirt covered entity before him walked, stopping now and then to lean on the wall. She's swat his hands away when he tried to help.

"Don't…Don't act like…you care." She muttered as she kept walking. "second door on the left. No funny business." She rolled her eyes again and walked into the room, making sure to lock the door behind her.

Stripping down and turned the water on, feeling the tepid water before stepping into the shower cubicle, watching the crystal clear water mix with all the dirt running off her skin, the water in the tub below already a murky, muddy brown color. Grabbing a small bottle, which she assumed was a play on the little hotel shampoos, she squirted the liquid substance into her hand and began lathering her hair, letting it sit for a few minutes before rinsing and repeating with the conditioner.

Once she had sufficiently scrubbed her skin and climbed out, shivering at the sudden onslaught of cold air, she looked at the sink, noticing a towel and a clean change of clothes. Picking up the dress she frowned.

"Is this a joke? What kind of bullshit, Hollywood cliché does he think he's trying to pull."

"The kind where you look like who you're supposed to be." She shrieked as Lucifer suddenly popped into the room.

"And just who exactly am I supposed to be?"

"You know, I liked it better when you couldn't talk back."

"Answer the question, Lucifer."

"You, sweet little Avarin, are Gods daughter, the third oldest being in the universe, and you need to quit playing at being one of those insolent little worms. You are not human, you were never human, and you will never be human. Stop lying to yourself. Now, get dressed."

"And if I refuse?" a sinister smile found its way onto lucifer's face, "Then I'll dress you myself." She refused to move, staring the fallen angel down.

"Fine, you want to do this the hard way? More fun for me." With a snap of his fingers the towel she had been wrapped in vanished and she was left naked in front of the true king of hell.

"Now, are you going to get dressed, or am I going to do it for you?"

"Fuck you."

"I might, later. But right now we have more important things to do. Now get dressed."

"Get out. I'm not getting dressed with you in here."

"You're already naked, Avarin, I've seen it all and so has little Cassie."

"I won't tell you again, Get. Out." The fallen angel finally relented and left and she stared at the white dress before her, it was simple, yet somehow elegant. Sighing as she slipped the dress on, it was an off the shoulder neckline with flowy, pagoda style sleeves with gold embroidery around the bottom hem, the bottom hem was flowy and loose, stopping just above her knee, she then looked at the shoes.

"Oh…chuck…" there, in front of her was a pair of gladiator sandals, but more modernized to fit the current era. As soon as she was dressed she looked at her hair and decided to just leave it to curl naturally before going to find the awaiting pest.

They had been on some playground, and now they were standing in a very mundane, looking hallway in heaven, as Lucifer watched some button pushing worker bee angel do his job, checking the security of each individual door. The angel finally took notice of their presence and stopped his menial task to glare at the fallen angel.

"Lucifer." He then took notice of Grace. "Jofiel. How's it hanging?" Jofiel looked around, searching for anyone as back up.

"Easy, there."

"So perfect. Castiel, one of heavens most wanted, possessed by heavens most hated."

"I come in peace, I just want to be a part of the action again, and I bring a gift." Lucifer nodded his head to the blonde standing awkwardly to the right of him. Jofiel looked her over.

"I know you…" Grace said nothing, trying to rack her brain for who this angel was, but she could recall.

"She's kind of a long story. Jofiel, Avarin. Avarin, Jofiel." The angel dawned a sudden look of realization.

"Avarin…I remember you now." His attention returned to Lucifer, "How did you come to possess her?"

"Well, with this body it certainly wasn't difficult. But enough of about her, I'm here to lend a hand." Jofiel hesitated for a second before turning and calling out for help.

"Brothers!" in the next second Lucifer snapped his fingers and Jofiel exploded in a cloud of grace and smoke. Blowing some of the smoke away he advanced down the hallway, pulling Grace with him.

"Walk."

"Was it really necessary to blow him up?"

"If it bugs you so much, bring him back. Just like good old dad, you can make angels."

"Yeah, like it's that easy, I might be a few millennia old or whatever but that doesn't mean I can just snap my fingers and bring someone back from the dead like it's no big deal, you destroyed him." Lucifer chuckled.

"You're not getting this sweetheart. That's exactly what you can do. You're a demi-god, you have abilities even angels can't comprehend. Sure, we can pull souls out of hell, and perform miracles that would make modern human medicine seem elementary and childish, but you, oh ho ho, you can do so much more, Avarin. You just don't see it yet."

Lucifer had led her into a briefing room, filled with angels she couldn't put names to, all sitting around tables or leaning against walls, watching in fear and anticipation.

"Okay, Guys. So, trying to smite the darkness was a bust, huh? You had all of the power of heaven behind you. Couldn't even slow the bitch down." He leaned over the table to address everyone in the room, Grace stood awkwardly by the door, ready to run if given the chance. As Lucifer pulled back to pace the room, he winked at her.

"Well, no need to feel like abject losers. You learned a valuable lesson here. You need me…and her." He nodded his head to the awkward blonde in the corner. Silence filled the room as everyone eyed the insane, archangel but stayed silent.

"All right. Not giddy with awe. I thought there'd be a little excitement with the return of dad's replacement." A few murmurs now, he knew that would spark interest.

"I assumed you'd all remember her, she was such a cute little monster…spent years trapped on earth, no memories, no powers, just a pathetic little life as a false human. Hidden from us, but never far away."

"You…exploded Jofiel."

"Or did Jofiel explode himself?" Lucifer retaliated to one of the angels' comments. There was a look of incredulity as Lucifer shrugged.

"Just sayin'."

"God cast you out of heaven, and as for her, none of us remember her, so how do we know you're not lying."

"Well, for starters Humans can't come into heaven while they are still alive, and secondly, who do you think spread that tabloid headline?" Lucifer went to sit on the edge of the table.

"It was captain G, the Eternal one. And why? Because I didn't buy in to his obsessive-compulsive love for mankind.'

"Mankind is his creation." One of the latter seraphs chimed in again

"Oh, come on! It's not like he invented the Prius," Grace momentarily wondered what a car had to do with this situation, not to mention, if Her father had created mankind, and mankind had created automobiles…technically he had invented the Prius…

"Which actually works. I don't have to tell you people what a mess Mankind is. The Salem Witch Trials…Third Reich…twin towers. And, sure, every once in a while, he'll send down a little plague to straighten them out…the flood, courtesy of our own little Princess Peach." Did he seriously just make a Mario reference…Grace was beginning to wonder how the hell he even knew about half this crap.

"but it's never permanent. Humanity brought us Hiroshima and got a redo. I merely questioned his priorities, and I got the boot."

"He said you're evil." There was an awkward, deathly silence in the room now, until another angel piped up.

"Incarnate. E-Evil incarnate." Lucifer wore a frenzied smile "It's marketing. He's creating a need in the consumer's mind. Can't be a super savior if you don't have a super villain."

"So, what are you offering?"

"Well, a way out of this pickle."

"By "Pickle," you mean the Darkness."

"You can reason with her?"

"Well…I doubt that. But I can lock her away. This time for good. Done it before." There was a stifling amount of hesitance in the room now, Grace continued slowly inching towards the door.

"Oh, pops didn't tell you that, huh?"

"Once you've…gotten rid of her, you'll want…to…stay around?" the angel sounded nervous as Lucifer glanced at him, smile painted on his face.

"Oh, I like the way you think. Man, am I jazzed! Hey. If it makes you comfy could call me god." Angels lined up, having made up their minds and in the now, budding chaos, grace slipped out the door before Lucifer could see her, sprinting down the hallway, trying to find the way they came in, the way back to the portal.

The lights flashed and the ground shook, knocking her down as she ran, the sudden shockwave was bound to draw attention to her absence.

"Dammit!" looking ahead, down the long corridor she noticed a dark smoked barreling towards her and shut her eyes, curling in on herself as screams echoed in the distance from where she'd come from. Darkness washed over her and an unsettling, unfamiliar, un-nameable feeling washed over her as the cloud kept travelling at high velocity through heaven. When it finally stopped all she could hear was ringing. Pulling herself forcefully back to her feet she tried her best to get back to the portal.

She was suddenly back in the park, a little worse for wear with a scraped up knee and a lovely amount of swelling in her wrist from a rough landing, but regardless of sustained injuries to her body she had to get to Sam and Dean.

"Only one problem with that plan, I have no cell phone…" she groaned, knowing she'd have to wander through town to find a payphone or a place that would let her use theirs.

After about 30 minutes of walking she finally stepped into a small little bakery off the main road that had let her borrow their landline. After a few rings someone finally answered.

"Dean?"

"Grace? How did…how did you get away from Lucifer?" She could hear Sam in the background,

"Grace, are you all right? He didn't hurt you, did he?" the blonde smiled,

"Always the concerned one, Sammy. I'm fine, but where are you guys?" Sam and Dean gave their location, and she wrote down the address, promising to be there as soon as she was able before hanging up the phone.

"Thank you, very much, sir."

"I hate this." She could hear Sam's voice as she pushed the church doors open, stepping in quietly.

"Yeah. Well, Grace should be on her way."

"Speaking of people who should be here, where the hell is Crowley? I mean, we're essentially all set up."

"Yeah, I mean, he's the one that boxed us into doing this. You think he'd have the decency to—" The faint sound of bare feet caught Deans attention, Grace had ditched her shoes somewhere along the walk int town, she was never one for heels to begin with, but the poor woman screamed when she suddenly heard the cocking of a gun.

"Dean, it's me!" It took a few seconds for dean to process before he dropped the gun to his side and pulled her into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head.

"Thank god. How'd you escape?" Sam pulled her in as soon as Dean relented his grip, "I think it was Amara, I took the opportunity while Lucifer was distracted with the other angels to slip out the door, but then there was this black fog."

"That's rather impressive, one of you Winchester's has a brain. It's just ironic it's the blonde one." Race turned her attention to Rowena,

"You know, I'd be offended, but at least I have a soul." Rowena plastered on a false smile, "Oh, that's charming. You're a beauty, but it's a shame you're so crass. Must be all the male testosterone." Graces eye twitched, "You know what, as much as I'd love to it here and bicker with a 300 year old hag…I think we have bigger fish to fry, where is Crowley?"

"I'm here. Because without the bait, well…a trap really isn't a trap, is it?" Sam scoffed, "That's it? Doesn't look like much, does it?" Grace looked at the item as Crowley finally noticed her.

"Hello, Kitten."

"The Horn of Joshua…I remember this. When the Prophet, Joshua, sent spies to Jericho, the first city of Canaan to be taken, and discovered that the land was in fear of Israel and their God. ... On the seventh day they marched seven times around the walls, then the priests blew their ram's horns, the Israelites raised a great shout, and the walls of the city fell."

"I once thought you as dull and plodding." Sam looked both surprised and confused, "Oh, never mind. Bad analogy."

"For the record, we still think this is a bad idea. We should be using Lucifer, not icing him."

"You're planning to Ice Lucifer? That's is a terrible plan…"

"I'm aware. So I'll be standing right here should you hesitate. The hand that giveth can so quickly taketh away." Dean shook his head at Crowley.

"Yes, we getteth it." Dean muttered, going back to setting up their devil's trap.

"So, mummy, you were telling us your fascinating tale of resurrection, but you never did say exactly where you'd been this whole time."

"Same as you, Fergus, hiding. Once the Dark Prince knew I was alive, I wouldn't be."

"No mucking about like last time." Grace looked around entirely confused. "Family quarrel?" Rowena looked offended.

"The warding and the holy fire won't keep and archangel but for a moment. If he shows up at all."

"Oh…he'll show, once he realizes I'm missing."

"He's too hungry to take Amara out, as well. Now we've got the blaster to do it" Dean lit a match ad tossed it into the mortar.

"In nominee magni dei nostril satanas, introibo ad altare domini inferi." Nothing happened as the group looked at the Devils trap.

"I summon you to make an offer. The weapon by which it's bearer can crush the Darkness forever." Thunder cracked around the room as Dean finished the incantation. And suddenly, Lucifer was in the circle.

"Sam, Now!" Sam dropped a lit book of matches onto the circle, igniting the holy oil, trapping the archangel, even if only temporarily.

"I'm sorry. Your prayer implied that I'd be…joining the team, but I'm just not feeling the warm and fuzzy here." His eyes drifted to Grace.

"Ah, so you did run away. I'm disappointed, Ava. I really thought we were starting to bond."

"Yeah, well…being on lockdown while you tortured me, relentlessly, for a month…not my idea of bonding, Lucifer." Sam and Dean looked shocked and slightly taken a back at the news. Lucifer's eyes trailed around, finally landing on the Horn of Joshua.

"Wow. There it is. Powered up by dad himself. Well, that bad boy plus me—that ought to take her out all right." Lucifer clapped his hands together, creating friction between his palms in anticipation.

"Let's get to it. Douse the flames." No one made a movement to do so…"Or don't." Dean sliced the palm of his hand and slammed it against a symbol, trying to draw cas out to talk to him.

"Cas? Castiel, show yourself!" it appears to have worked, but there was no telling for how long.

"Dean?"

"Cas?"

"What are you doing? What's—what's going on?"

"Cas, listen to me. We don't have a whole lot of time, okay? You've got to—Cas?" A power struggle began between the two angels inhabiting Castiel's vessel. Grace stepped forward.

"Castiel?" Graces voice was barely above a whisper as she stared at her mate's vessel, there was sudden laughter. "Oh-hoo-hoo-hoo! Whoo. He's got to what?" Lucifer had regained control. "You boys—ooh, you almost had me there for a minute, but these mail-order spells—they're just not what they're cracked up to be, are they?"

"Cas, expel him! You gotta kick lucifer out. Do you hear me?!"

"Honestly, I think he's happy with the arrangements. I mean, he did invite me in and all that, Dean."

"Cas!" Lucifer fired back, mockingly. "Cas!" Dean looked taken aback.

"Hand over the weapon. What do you say? Or we can just wait for this warding to fail and I'll take it." Grace looked at Lucifer, then her eyes darted to the horn.

"Bloody hell." Crowley and the others watched as the warding in fact began to fail, Crowley's vessel fell back as red smoke left his body and entered into Castiel's vessel, putting the two already dominating angels under.

"You know, he's been gone a long time. I mean, what do you think is going on?"

"I don't know." Grace looked from her brothers, to Crowley then back to Castiel.

"I'm going in there." Dean looked at her the way Joh used to when she'd misbehave, "Like hell you are. We just got you back, we're not losing you again."

"I'm not giving you a choice, Dean. This is no longer up for debate. We need Cas back, Crowley obviously isn't having any luck, so I'm stepping in." Sam looked between Dean and Grace.

"She's right. Death said she was a key player in the game, if she can expel Lucifer from Cas, then it's worth a shot, Dean." The eldest sibling looked pissed, but gave in with an exasperated sigh.

"Fine, but you go in there, you better come back out." She nodded "Watch over my body" Grace laid on one of the benches, closed her eyes, and the brothers watched as a whitish gold smoked flowed out of her body and into Cas.

"You second rate bean counter." She could hear Crowley screaming from the "War room" and walk towards the kitchen.

"Aah!"

"Guy's, you're gonna break something." As she got closer she heard Cas, Her Cas, not the lucifer impression.

"You wanted my throne." As she stopped in the doorway the sound of shattering glass filled the room. "You plotted to replace me!"

"Aah!" She watched for a moment as Lucifer threw Crowley about like a raggedy Andy doll.

"As if ambition and posturing were the same as majesty! Everyone in hell despises you. And sees you for exactly what you are—nothing."

"Hey!" All eyes were drawn to Grace as she stepped out from the shadows.

"Lucy, I'm home." She blasted the archangel off of Crowley, watching as he crashed into one of the storage shelves.

"Grace?" Her eyes landed on Castiel, sitting in front of an old television, glowing gold boring into blue

"Heya, Cas. I'd love to chat, but I've got an ass to kick." She turned her focus back to Lucifer.

"You sadistic, conniving, Weasley , whiney excuse for an angel, give me one reason not to tear you apart at your core and return your atoms to the universe from whence my father pulled them."

"Oh, looks like little Avarin found her spark." He let out a growl, as if he were attracted to the sudden power she exerted, "All right, I'll play." Grace was blasted back, Cas finally drew his attention away from the T.V and Crowley caught his breath.

"Grace!" Her eyes flashed dangerously as Castiel got to his feet.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, Omins satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis congregation et secta diabolica!" Sam's voice could be heard reciting an excorcism incantation, Crowley was suddenly pulled out of Cas's mind and back into the real world, leaving Lucifer, Grace and Cas.

"Crowley?" Sam and Dean stared expectantly at the self-proclaimed king of hell.

"Useless. Lucifer's hold on him is too strong, but that sister of yours…she packs a bloody punch."

"Lad's, the fire!" Rowena ducked back into hiding.

"No…No, no, no. Grace is still in there!" Dean's concern grew as Lucifer spoke.

"Ah, Trick me? You lied to me. You know, I could have been your warrior. Ah, who needs ya? Besides, Now your sweet, not so innocent, little sister is locked up in here. The possibilities of what I could do to her now are endless. But hey, at least the little love birds are back together, that's a plus, right?"

Lucifer pulled the Horn of Joshua to him, holding the hand of God firmly in his grasp.

"It's just like Crowley to leave right when the party is getting started. Have a seat." The brothers were forced into chairs.

"As much as I get a giggle out of you two, and I do, there comes a time when every relationship has…run it's course. So…" Lucifer closed his fist, bringing pain to the Winchester brothers. He didn't relent until a sudden explosion blew in the wall of the church, revealing Amara.

"Oh, Lucifer. Dear Nephew, my how you've changed. I was tracking her when she left my side."

"You were safely sealed away. You're gonna wish you'd stayed there." Lucifer activated the Horn, drawing the power from it before blasting Amara with the energy, once it ran out though and she still stood, a dark expression came over the woman's face, she drew lucifer to herm the now useless horn discarded on the ground.

"I think you and I need to have a nice, long chat."

"Cas?" Amara undid whatever it was Lucifer had done to the brothers, before vanishing in a flash of light, Graces body going with them

"No!" Sam and Dean watched as her body vanished in the flash of light, gone with Amara and Lucifer to who knows where.

"Cas…" The blue eyed Seraph stared at his mate, there was a longing in his eyes, but there was also fear.

"Grace, you shouldn't have come in here. You should have stayed with Sam and Dean."

"I don't understand." It was odd to see that the roles had reversed, for once the Angel wasn't the one who was lost.

"You're not safe near Amara." Castiel Sighed.

"Remember how I said you were made up of both Light and Darkness."

"Yeah…what about it?" He urged her to sit down, reclaiming his seat by the T.V.

"Amara—Amara is your mother." Grace sat in silence for a second as that news sank in.

"Wait…so…god…and his sister…and I…that's disgusting…" a brief smile passed over Castiel's face. "No, it doesn't quite work like that." Another look of realization dawned on her, "Dude…oh…oh no…"

"What? What is it?" Cas looked concerned

"Oh, Dean. Gross…" Cas suddenly caught on to what she had figured out, but got them back on track.

"Grace, you need to get out of here and back to your body, then run. Get back to Sam and Dean."

"And if I refuse."

"I can expel you anytime, Grace, but Lucifer…Lucifer has to stay. One more thing though, before you do go." Castiel pulled her in, roughly, closing the gap between them, I took a moment for her to respond but she kissed back fervently, Cas pulled away for air first, with a stupid smile on his face.

"I'll see you soon, I promise. Now go." And with that she was pushed out

"Okay." Amara had Lucifer pinned to the wall, finally putting him down when he gave up. "Okay. Look, I know you have a major beef with me. You probably just want to finish me. But you may want to rethink your position. 'cause I could actually be of use to you."

"Really?" The archangel felt a strange sensation, and a funny, almost buzzing feeling in his head.

"You hadn't considered—" Amara Looked perplexed as a sudden cloud of golden white mist came rolling out of the archangel, she had almost forgotten the Winchester girls body had been transported with them, she had use for the girl, but she was having a difficult time placing why she looked so familiar. the cloud of light had returned to it's rightful place.

"Ah, the princess awakes." Amara was confused by the reference, "Look, we both have an Ax to grind with god. I know his soft spots and now you have a bargaining chip. he can't handle us Both."

"Do you, for one moment, think that I would actually consider trusting you for anything?" The archangel wore a shit eating grin.

"I did trust you once. You and my brother conspired to seal me away for eons. But you're right, you might be of some use to me." The two shared a look, Lucifer still smiling, Amara hadn't figured it out yet, The blonde on the floor suddenly jolted awake, startling the red head.

"Who are you?" Amara stared at Grace, a demanding expression on her face.

"Amara?"

"Yes?" Graces head still felt kind of fuzzy

"Amara, Meet Avarin. Your daughter." A brief look of surprise came over the woman's face, followed by realization, she had forgotten the girl had come into existence, Lucifer's smirk only grew as he sealed the blondes fate.

A/N: So, I'm going to repeat my A/N from ch. 11 on ch. 12 (sorry this took me so long but this is why), I am losing motivation to post this story because the only reviews I am getting are little emoticons, or things like "Nice chap." PLEASE LEAVE ACTUAL REVIEWS! Tell me your thoughts and feelings, they keep me motivated. I do not write only to be met with things like; :0 or :D or this :))). Please do not leave these kinds of reviews on my work, I'm not saying they are not appreciated, they are nice, but I want to HEAR from you, that's why I continue this story, that's why I write. I want to know what makes you mad, what I can improve on, what things you as my readers would love to see more/less of. it hurts me to only get those emoticons, makes me feel like I'm a bad writer. I do not want flame reviews though, I don't condone hate reviews either, only constructive criticism. I am pleading with you guys, help me keep this story going by telling me things! I am writing this for all my fellow SPN fandom people, I love you guys!