A/N: Big shoutout to sjwmaw for reviewing! To anyone thinking about reviewing, please do so! Feedback is the best way for me to get better as a writer and to keep you guys satisfied. Anyways, only thing I have left to say is that shit's getting real.

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Chapter 39: Lydia

It was Friday night and Morgan had just showered and was sitting in front of her closet in her pajamas, willing articles of clothing to float around in different combinations so she could decide what to wear to Liam's house the next day. Some outfits looked like they were trying too hard and some of them looked like they weren't trying hard enough. She just kept trying to put outfits together and kept failing to find a single one that she wanted to wear tomorrow. For once in her life, Morgan felt what most girls felt on a regular basis. That she had nothing to wear. Despite that fact, she kept trying to find combinations that might work. She was just so stuck, though the more time went by, the more she realized it was just her nerves about hanging out with Liam outside of school getting the best of her.

"Oh, I'd go with that one, looks comfortable yet still has subtle teenage sex appeal written all over it," someone said in a british accent and Morgan nearly jumped out of her skin, but it wasn't scary enough for her to lose her concentration on levitating her clothes around. She looked back and saw Crowley standing in the doorway in his usual all black suit.

"I'm underage and my dad can probably kill you. Should you really be encouraging sex appeal?" Morgan questioned as she looked back at the outfit. It was a simple outfit of a slightly fitted, white camisole and a pair of her light wash high waisted jeans. She loved this particular pair of jeans because they had a relaxed and slightly baggy fit on her legs and that just made them all the more comfortable.

"It's kind of a joke but if this if for a boy, he'll like it and you won't look like you're trying too hard because it's simple," Crowley reasoned. Morgan decided he was right and willed the outfit to lay itself out across her desk chair and the rest of the clothes just floated back into the closet and put themselves away.

"Well, that's exactly what I'm going for," Morgan admitted before standing up, straightening out her pajama shirt briefly. "So, what do I owe the pleasure?" She inquired. The King of Hell isn't quite who she expected to give her a visit in a Men of Letters bunker on a Friday night.

"Remember when you said to count you in when I had a lead on who was plotting against me? You're right. They were right under my nose. You in?" He asked. Morgan's eyebrows raised in both surprise and skepticism. He just stood there, waiting for her answer.

"Did my dad really let you waltz in here to ask me to help you? And I thought we were keeping my involvement a secret," She laughed, clicking her tongue. This was only going to go one of two ways. One, Crowley did something really stupid to get in here. Two, he told her dad and she had no chance at getting in on this. She needed this so badly, and he quite possibly could have ruined it for her.

"Oh, don't worry, darling. Your father summoned me here for a case of his. Some demons he's hunting. Probably unrelated. I asked to use the restroom and here I am, talking to you. Meet me outside in five minutes," He told her. Morgan smirked.

"Any clothing requests?" She asked him before he could leave and Crowley looked her up and down, thinking for a moment.

"I would say something sexy for the people you're going to meet but you were right earlier, you're underage. Your pajamas are fine if you so choose," the demon told her before leaving the room. She followed him out at a slower pace, walked to where her dad and Sam were sitting.

"Crowley's here," Sam told her and she rolled her eyes.

"Don't care. I'm going to bed so I thought I'd say goodnight," She told her dad and Sam. "So… goodnight," she stated before walking back to her room.

"Night, kiddo," Dean called after her and she went on her way. As soon as she was out of sight, she grabbed her black timberlands but didn't put them on just yet and brushed out her wet hair one last time before sliding her phone into the pocket on her pajama pants. They were her Justice League pajama pants that were littered with superhero logos on the black fabric. She wore them with a white tank top and before she left her room she grabbed a black knit hoodie and put it on it might be cold wherever she was gonna be. She put some pillows under her comforter and turned off all the lights. She slipped her demon knife into the waistband of her pajama pants. The teenager moved as quickly and quietly as she could as she ran in her socks to the garage with her timberlands in hand. As soon as she made it inside, she pulled on her shoes and tied to laces before breaking into a full out sprint through the driveway until she made it outside. She made her way around the bunker until she found the front door, but she was hiding in the trees until Crowley came out, saying goodbye to Sam and Dean before the door closed. She came out from her hiding place and approached the King of Hell.

"I see you managed to slip out unnoticed. Good job," he told Morgan as she came to a stop just three feet away from him.

"Well, I have a chance at finding the Demon who keeps sending people after me and got my mother killed. So yeah, we're gettin' creative tonight," she declared. Crowley smirked, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"Welcome to my base of operations," Crowley stated and Morgan didn't even realize it until he had said those words that he teleported them away from the bunker. Only now did it finally hit her that this was really happening. They were in a throne room. Crowley's empty throne was on the far end of the room and there were demons at work, passing by the open doors to her right. They were really here. Morgan's heart was pounding in her chest as Crowley gestured for her to follow him down the hall. She stepped out and he led her past a couple demons that gave her strange looks, probably from her state of combat boots and pajamas. They passed maybe five or six doors before they finally stopped. This door was different from the rest. It was metal with rust creeping around the edges.

"Before we go in," Morgan caught Crowley before he could open the door. "What exactly do you want me to do? Am I interrogating him?" She questioned, not exactly sure what was about to happen, as eager as she was for whatever was about to happen.

"You're gonna do just that," Crowley affirmed as his hand reached out to the door knob and turned the handle. The rusty door creaked open and there Morgan saw her. She didn't know how she knew it was her, but she did. Deep down her gut was screaming at Morgan that it was her.

"Dr. Laura Shayne, as I live and breathe!" Morgan feigned being awestruck before a feeling of rage began to boil in her stomach. This monster tried to take her that fateful day in the hospital. Morgan killed her two lackeys, but she escaped. The demon relinquished a bone chilling laugh.

"Actually, my name is Lydia, sugar. But back to the juicy bit! How did you know it was me?" She laughed. This time, she was letting a thick southern accent slip. She must've been hiding it the day they met. It sounded like something right out of Georgia. That must've been where she was from when she was human before she died and her soul became so warped from hell that she became a demon.

"I just do," Morgan stated through her teeth. You could hear the bitterness bleeding from her voice. She was biting back her burning rage that was starting to rise from her stomach to her chest. It was getting harder to contain. Her power was just itching to come out. Lydia just burst out into a proper laugh, the cackling echoing against the walls.

"So you're getting stronger, huh? Darlin, you're going to be very difficult to contain when he finds you, won't you?" Lydia exclaimed, still laughing. She wasn't even trying to fight her restraints. The demon was purely enjoying the game she was trying to play with the young psychic. Morgan pulled out her demon knife and pressed it against Lydia's throat.

"When who finds me?" Morgan demanded. For a moment, she thought that she was getting through to Lydia, scaring her enough with the looming threat of death that the look in that demon's eyes made her think that she was going to talk. But alas, the demon regained composure.

"Well, now we're talkin'. Sugar, you know he's coming. If your power's have progressed as far as I think they have, you've been dreamin' about him? Haven't you?" Lydia taunted, her smile radiating a sickly sweat aura that the psychic could see the way she could see people's emotions. Morgan froze for a moment, thinking, but then she just pressed the knife further against Lydia's throat. The demon's breathing picked up and her eyes started flitting all over Morgan's face, trying to figure out if she was bluffing or not with the knife.

"You're right," the teenager spat, "I'm dreaming, alright. But I still haven't seen him. So tell me," she lifted the knife from Lydia's throat and began tracing the knife across the demon's face, "who is he?" She asked.

"His name isn't important, it's what he's going to do with you that's important-"

"No!" Morgan barked. "I want a name!" She screamed out as she sliced into the skin on Lydia's cheek, the flesh burning with a golden light. But it wasn't enough contact with the knife to kill her.

"He's not going to kill you. It's going to be so much worse than that-"

"Give me his goddamn name!" Morgan shouted, nearing desperate as she sliced again, this time running the demon knife across Lydia's collarbone. It incited the demon to wince in pain and take in a sharp breath as the flesh once again glowed with light.

"He's going to use you. Not just your power, but your body. You're a very special girl. Not many upper level demons would even entertain the thought of getting involved with you, being a Winchester and all. But he wants you, Morgan-"

"TELL ME HIS NAME!" Morgan roared, carving the knife into the Demon's stomach. Lydia screeched with pain but despite it all, that smile wouldn't go away. Morgan's rage was getting the best of her as the room shook with her power, dust spilling form the small cracks forming in the concrete all around them.

"When he's done with you, you're going to wish you were dead! But he's just going to keep coming back, he's going to keep bringing you back so you can go through everything all over again!"

"WHAT IS HIS NAME!" Morgan roared again, this time her power crushing Lydia's bones from inside her body as she dragged the knife across her leg, slicing open the jeans as her skin glowed gold before blood seeped out. Lydia released a blood curdling scream that she couldn't stop. Crowley just barely flinched as Morgan made Lydia's bones break, the snapping sounds echoing around the room.

"Astaroth!" Lydia screamed and that's all Morgan needed to hear. She was so engulfed in her own fury that she took the demon knife and jammed it right though the underside of the demon's mandible and into her brain. The whole woman flickered in a golden light that revealed her bones beneath her skin before she went limp. When Morgan looked back at Crowley, he looked white as a sheet.

"She's lying. Your father killed Astaroth," Crowley whispered. Morgan's rage flared once again and before she knew it, she was grabbing Lydia's ear, ready to cut it off. But she was interrupted by the demon crying out.

"No! That wasn't Astaroth! That imposter was Astarte. She was just recruiting and creating witches! He hates her for doing what she did in his name!" Lydia screeched, trying to get it all out in one breath before Morgan could cut off her ear. Her hand lowered before wiped the blade on her hoodie and put it back in the waistband of her pajama pants.

"I don't believe you," Crowley stated. He seemed so sure of himself, but Morgan knew the Demon had some form of truth somewhere deep down that she wanted to divulge to keep her ear. Morgan just cracked her knuckles at her next idea.

"Only one way to find out, and I've never done this before sweetheart so try not to fight me or else I'll turn your consciousness to mush or better yet. I might even kill you!" Morgan smiled before she slapped her hands against Lydia's skull and held it tight, power radiating between her temples and Morgan's palms. The demon's eyes went black as a scream ripped from her lips. Morgan's eyes were closed as she whispered the incantation that she remembered from her grimoire. It was a way to enter the mind of an individual. She figured it worked the same for demons in a meat suit so she decided to give it a shot.

Morgan's brain felt like it was on fire as she forced her way through Lydia's consciousness. There were memories everywhere. It was crazy how she could tell the difference between her memories as a demon and her memories as a human. The demonic memories were crystal clear as an average human's memories should look if Morgan were to delve into a normal person's mind. But the human memories were different. They were twisted and warped, much like Lydia's soul. That's what made her a demon. Her humanity had been destroyed to make her what she was. Morgan came across a kind of memories she hadn't expected and maneuvering around them made her want to throw up. It was Lydia's time in hell she was seeing. They were darker memories that were attaching themselves to her human ones. They were constantly crushing the humanity that still existed but were damaged beyond repair. The nausea passed as Morgan found a memory… one where she could hear the classical music calling out to her. The smell of sandalwood permeated through the void between memories, drawing her in until she saw him.

This man… this demon… He was dressed in an all black suit with his black leather dress shoes. His skin was tan, not dark, but still tanner than she was. His raven hair was somewhat long with the dark locks curling yet pushed back from his face. This man had an intimidatingly strong jaw paired with even stronger cheekbones. His eyes unnerved her. His demon eyes were all white before flashing to a more human pair. His irises unnerved her in a rare, strong shade of cognac that looked like thick amber with a ring of near red around his pupils. His eyes had this look, like they were actually seeing Morgan, not just her being in Lydia's perspective of him, but as Morgan went around the memory, his eyes followed her. When he stepped forward, reaching out to her, she could feel him coming for her, yearning for her. It was terrifying as Morgan abandoned the memory. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as he followed her out of the memory. The teenager could faintly hear the sound of Lydia screaming and crying out, begging for her to stop this psychic invasion.

"Even in her capture, Lydia continues to prove her usefulness," he remarked as he caught up to Morgan in the void. She was frozen in fear as he reached out and stroked her cheek with his hand. A tear rolled down her face in the real world as Morgan maintained a look of strength before this man… this demon. But her visual strength was ever so slowly getting twisted by her fear of him.

"You're not here," Morgan declared, mainly for herself. She was hoping that it was just Lydia playing a trick on her to force out of her mind. But then that laugh… it burned through every nerve in her body.

"You're right. I'm everywhere. Lydia gave herself to me," he began to explain as he stroked her hair. "In doing so, I have power over her, mind, body, and twisted soul. I'm here and not really here all at the same time. Just like you are." Morgan didn't know what to do as he bent down and sniffed at her neck, angling himself to whisper in her ear.

"I'm coming for you. And when I do, we're going to make such beautiful dark magic together. Just you wait."

Morgan screamed as she snapped herself back to reality. She ripped her hands from Lydia's head and whipped out her demon knife, stabbing the immobilized and crying female in the chest. Her whole body flicked in a golden light before her vessel went limp. Morgan put the knife away and turned to face Crowley. The King of hell looked at her with slightly shocked eyes as he handed her a handkerchief from his suit pocket. She took it, confused, before she tastes the rust in her mouth. Her nose was bleeding. She dabbed it with the handkerchief as she tried to calm herself down.

"You were in that bitch's head for over an hour. Did you find out anything?" Crowley inquired, probably hoping that he didn't just betray the Winchesters by bringing her hair for nothing.

"He's real. I saw him. But I couldn't search for anything else that might helped because he followed me out of the memory I found him in. He said Lydia gave herself to him, that he was in her mind just like I was… Crowley, his eyes were white," she told him. They both knew why that was something to worry about. White eyes were the sign of an ancient demon. The most prime example of a demon with white eyes, an ancient one, was Lilith, one of the oldest demons to exist. Morgan had read about her in the Men of Letters Library and in her dad's notes that had been added to their dad's hunting journal. The ancient ones were some of the most powerful demons to exist, and having one after her was a big problem.

"You cannot tell your father that I brought you here, do you understand?" Crowley asked her and she nodded. "I will tell him I captured Lydia and interrogated her with utmost efficiency, you will act surprised or shocked or whatever when he tells you what I 'found out'. Understand?" He asked and she nodded once again. Just like that, he touched her shoulder. Once again, it didn't even feel like they had moved, but when she looked up, they were outside the garage of the bunker. She had to sneak back in. Before she could say anything to him, he was already gone, probably back to his Hell on Earth or whatever that place was supposed to be.

Morgan pulled out her phone, seeing that it was midnight. She didn't know if Dean or Sam were awake or not, and she didn't intend to find out. She decided to slip in through the garage and slink through the bunker until she made it to her room. She kept the lights off as she shed her hoodie, stepped out of her shoes, placed her demon knife next to her bed on the nightstand and plugged her phone into the charger. Morgan just brushed out her hair that had since dried and went to bed, curling up under the comforter and trying to make herself sleep. Crowley said she was in Lydia's head for an hour but inside her mind, for Morgan it had all happened so fast. One moment she was in the king of hell's lair, getting mentally and emotionally tormented by a demon within a demon, like a russian nesting doll, then the next moment she was outside the bunker in the mildly warm moonlight of the summer night. She just held still, keeping her eyes shut, forcing her body to shut down and sleep until her mind slipped away from her.

Morgan was strewn across a carpeted floor in the white linen dress that she knew all too well. She could feel the fibers beneath her skin as she laid there. She felt dead inside as the sound of a belt being buckled rang in her ears, rivaling the the rattled sound of her breathing. Her whole body was aching as the Astaroth stumbled out, taking the smell of bourbon with him. Her eyes followed him out, but this time, the door was left cracked, the light from the hallway seeping through. This was her chance. On weak legs that were screaming back at her with every movement, she pulled herself to her knees. Even then, her legs were wobbling. Her hips were burning with pain as she tried to take a step. She collapsed to the floor and quietly swore to herself as fresh tears fell down her cheeks, desperately hoping that no one had heard her.

She managed to get herself back up and this time, she took small steps with her arms holding onto the wall for support. She led herself over to the door and stepped through, closing it behind her so it wouldn't look like she had gone anywhere. No one here expected her to have the will to escape. She just kept on pushing herself, the pain in her lower body dulled by her own determination. The young girl made it all the way to the front door of the house, stepping out into the open air. She could taste it, the freedom that waited for her beyond the trees. But then she saw him. Astaroth's pet. His eyes flashed wide and her entire body went numb with adrenaline as she hiked up her dress and ran, no longer feeling the pain as the rain soaked the linen fabric, forcing it to cling to her skin. She ran until her feet were bleeding. Until her lungs were screaming for oxygen.

"You can't run forever!" He bellowed in a loud threatening voice. Morgan had the fear of god coursing through her veins as she pushed herself to go faster, as fast as her legs could carry her. "I will always find you!"

Morgan didn't jolt awake, she didn't scream, and she didn't cry. She didn't even wake up sweating. Her eyes just lulled open to her dark bedroom as dread crept across her entire being. The pain in the lower half of her body only lingered for a moment before vanishing all together. At first she was confused, but then she remembered that it hadn't happened… not yet anyways. Morgan's trembling body simply curled up into a ball on her bed and pulled the comforter tighter around her body, trying to make herself feel safe and secure. It was a terrifying feeling to not have a sense of safety in her own home, a warded Men of Letters bunker to say the least. She didn't wake her dad, she didn't try to talk to Sam, she didn't even sit up to pet her dog. Morgan just stayed there, curled up in her tightly wrapped blankets, as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to shut out her dream and the thoughts it triggered. She would rather be Lydia, some dead demon, that be that girl in her dream. Pain was coming for her and she hoped to god that she'd be able to save herself.