The song here is "Through Hell" by We Are The Fallen.

Through Hell

Clara did rest for some time, but she felt the urge to go do something, anything. She wasn't even in bed for a whole day and it was driving her crazy. How could she remain in bed for most of her pregnancy?

Crowley didn't put a specific duration on the bed rest, but she was certain that it was the majority of the nine months. And, of course, she was only going to take it as a suggestion, not an order. He'd never dare order her around anyway.

She changed her outfit and got into something a little more comfortable, like her jeans and her t-shirt. Ginger pranced around as if she liked this idea. Then, Clara snapped her fingers and a pair of sneakers were on her feet. When she was satisfied, she waltzed out of her apartment with a trotting Hellhound by her side, and back into the office. To her surprise, Crowley wasn't there, but that was alright.

She wasn't certain she wanted to talk about this to him.

Clara walked up to the bookshelf and searched for Viviane Cromwell's contract. After a few seconds, her frustration sky rocketed and she snapped her fingers. The document flew off the shelf and hit the floor with a sort of crunch. She extended her hand and brought it up to her to grab before Ginger could think of snatching it with her sharp fangs. Like Hell she was bending over for a piece of paper.

Kinda cool she could do that. Why did she ever do things the human way? So slow and exhausting…

She unrolled the contract and began reading at the top. It was a lot of political bullshit and she fought the urge to just put it back and say "fuck it".

Why didn't she? Another soul for Hell! Stop being so human and just walk away.

But something was bothering Clara. And when her eyes eventually found what she had seen earlier, she reread it over and over.

Viviane Cromwell agrees to sell her soul for the return of her daughter, Anne Cromwell, on a period of two years from this night.

Zephyr had signed the contract and the deal was done. However, Clara found it a little ambiguous. Viviane said that her daughter had died and wanted her back from the dead. After all the political bullshit, there was a small part where Zephyr had to fill in the gaps, so to speak, and she didn't mention Anne's death at all. She only said "her return". Not her soul's return, not her return to life. Simply her return.

Clara probably should have just placed it back and turn around, thinking no more of it. But it bothered her. It was probably her human side. Ignoring that side of her wasn't as easy as it sounded, which sort of felt like a reminder for Clara that there were reasons why she was never as demonic as she thought she should have been.

The typical life of a Cambion.

And if that wasn't bad enough, a stupid idea crept into her head. She tried to brush it off, but the only way she was going to get answers is if she follows through with this insane idea.

Clara walked out of the office with the contract rolled and stuffed halfway into the back pocket of her jeans and made her way to the new development in her kingdom, followed again by Ginger. All the souls howled when they saw her, but she ignored them. They were in misery. The bastards. They had no appreciation for her hospitality. So, she naturally allowed Ginger to snarl and snap her jaws at most of them. She couldn't help but grin as she walked past.

Then she honed in on Viviane Cromwell and found her sitting in a corner of her cell which was very far from everyone else, just as she ordered Nerilla.

She lifted her eyes up to Clara and seemed surprised she had a visitor. Then, she looked at Clara from head to toe and seemed a little confused. After she took that sight in, she looked at the Hellhound that sat calmly and that let out a soft growl. Her eyes widened at that moment and she looked back at Clara.

"Who are you?" she asked and Clara grinned as she leaned against the bars.

"Queen of the Beehive." She said and then Viviane gave a half grin and pushed against the walls to push herself up onto her feet.

"Clara." She said and then she approached the bars. "I heard your name quite often. That and Crowley." she said and Clara let out a small laugh.

"That's my man." Clara said with a dark grin. "Since you're new here, I'll just come right out and say that we are King and Queen of Hell." She added and Viviane nodded her head, her expression saying that she was somewhat impressed. She didn't want to be rude.

How sweet.

"So, why are you talking to me?" Viviane asked and Clara let out a small laugh and pulled the contract out of her back pocket. When Viviane saw it, her face seemed to pale. "Don't hurt my daughter." She said and Clara raised an eyebrow. Wow, that was fast. No pleading for herself? What a thoughtful mother…

"Anne Cromwell, dating Gadreel and hanging out with Sam and Dean Winchester." Clara said and Viviane seemed a little stunned that Clara knew so much, probably even more than her.

"You have me. Don't drag her into this." She said with more sharpness in her voice. Clara grinned and unrolled the contract, reading it. Like it or not, Anne was going to get dragged into this, if it meant getting answers.

"You made the deal with Zephyr." She said and when she glanced at the woman, Viviane hesitated, but nodded her head. "Wanted the return of your daughter's soul." She added and the woman nodded again. "What did Zephyr say that night?" she asked and watched as the woman seemed stunned to silence. "Don't talk to fast; you'll trip over your tongue." Clara said sarcastically.

"She talked a lot." Viviane said and Clara laughed a little harder than usual around anyone else other than Crowley. Although, the woman gave a half smile, as if she knew Clara agreed with her.

"Yeah she did." Clara said and watched as Viviane's little smile faded. Apparently, she hung onto one word and was confused.

"Did?" she asked and Clara grinned.

"She bit the bullet." She replied and Viviane nodded her head slowly, as if she never thought demons too could die. "Now, after all her blah blah blah, after you told her what you wanted, what did she say?" she asked, being a little more specific, feeling that the woman probably needed it.

"Uh, she was silent for a few seconds, then announced the terms of her deal." She said and Clara stood firm, arms crossed over her chest. "She said she'd take my soul two years after my daughter's return." She added and Clara waited for more, but her patience was burning quickly.

"That's it?" she asked and Viviane nodded her head.

"I spoke more than her after I told her I wanted Anne back." she replied.

"From the dead." Clara added and Viviane knit her eyebrows.

"Yes. Why are you asking me this?" she asked and then her facial muscles relaxed and, judging by that, she seemed to have caught on. The deal was ambiguous. "Anne said she had been a hunter for a couple of years and I never thought much of it." she said and Clara waited for her to go on. "Zephyr came to visit me shortly after and told me that when souls are brought back, they forget their life and make a new one.

"I was a little disappointed, but was glad that she was alive and I left it at that." Viviane said and when Clara remained silent, her face paled. "Anne said that in Heaven, someone told her she'd only remember when the time was right. She said they did that to her." she added and waited for Clara to help her understand.

However, Clara could see that the woman was simply making assumptions because she couldn't understand. Maybe she was and hitting the nail on the head, but Clara wanted definite answers, not guesses.

She rolled up the contract and just walked away with her trotting Hellhound, leaving the woman asking for her not to leave.

Zephyr might have known that Anne was going to be brought back by Heaven. So she offers Viviane a deal and after Anne being out on her own for two years, finds her mother and then the deal is up and Mom meets death.

If that's how it went, Zephyr was a very naughty demon and if she wasn't already dead, she'd get heavily punished for underhandedly screwing a soul.