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It had been officially one week since you had let Michael and his brother Luce stay at your house, and so far they had been devoid of bringing about any trouble. Or, at least the kind you expected anyway. No strange me had knocked on your house and held you hostage, threatening your life and forcing either of the brothers to go with him like in the films.

No one had tried to kill you when you went out to deliver sweets, on your usual weekly rounds. In fact no one even mentioned the fact that you looked horribly exhausted and stressed. Everything went on as it usually did.

Which was nice.

Nice but suspicious. But you figured you could live with that. It was better than any of the other options your mind had immediately sprung on you when you first let Michael and Lucifer stay.

Michael was great, he was helpful around the house. Very friendly and considerate, but awfully quiet. And often when you left him to his own devices he switched on the television so he could watch those late-morning religion shows. Sometimes grunting as if he disagreed with an opinion they presented.

Luce caused a bit more trouble than he was worth, in your opinion. But he was certainly amusing. He stole a fair amount of the candy you made, made snarky comments about your tastes in books and music, and most infuriatingly of all, he had this annoying habit of sitting on things in a way that no normal person should.

Usually, when the three of you had nothing to do, you all sat down in front of the television to watch these religion shows. It was a routine you had all wordlessly agreed on, but you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy it. Michael and you would sit on opposite ends of the one long couch you had placed in front of the tv, and Luce would sit in the middle of you both. Only, he refused to use the couch properly and often sat crosslegged on the backrest, leaning against the wall.

You tried to discourage that habit in the same way you might tell of a cat for clawing at the furniture, but Luce seemed adamant to stay where he sat. So usually you would let him be. And Michael would never interfere either. So it stayed the way it was.

But then, after a week you realised that your lodgers were perhaps overstaying their welcome. There had been no mention of finding another place to stay, or finding a way to repair their car that had been left in the ditch on the side of the road. So, you decided to approach the subject during your communal television time.

You entered the room later than usual. You had been busy making a double batch of your usual orders. Halloween was today, and you often had trick or treaters coming to your home, as you were quite reputable for being generous with the sugary foods. Something that made you popular with the children, but not so much the concerned Mothers of the neighbourhood.

When you entered, you found Luce sat atop his usual spot, Michael in his, the tv was already on and blaring something about a faith healer having some rather good luck somewhere in the South.

You didn’t sit down right away, which seemed to trigger some concern within Michael, who looked up at you and tilted his head.

“_____? Are you alright?” He asked carefully, gazing at you with curiosity. You nodded, but only wore a tight-lipped smile.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but you guys really need to find a place to stay. One that isn’t here.”

Luce appeared to chuckle lightly, shaking his head before leaning back.

“I think we overstayed our welcome…”

Michael seemed to had a sudden epiphany. As if he realised your home was in fact not his own. Luce made a small but rater condescending noise in the back of his throat and you nodded in agreement with his statement.

“My apologies. _____. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable-“

“No. No, I’m not uncomfortable. I mean, you guys are really cool, and really sweet. Don’t get me wrong. I just… I’m not a motel.”

You hoped that Michael was not offended. You had rather grown to enjoy his presence, although your exchanges were brief. There was something about him that seemed to warm your heart.

“Of course. If you just give us, one more night. I promise we will be gone by lunchtime tomorrow.”

He looked so genuine, in his manners. As if he’d somehow greatly offended you or something. It actually made you feel really bad. But, as you had said, you weren’t a motel.

“Thanks. I’ll-“ You were abruptly cut off by a knock on the door. And your mind immediately said that it was kids looking for candy. Well, they had come to the right place.

“I’ll be right back.” You assured, neither of them really reacted that much, so you took that as a cue to grab the tray of candy you had prepared and in to the door. Putting on your best smile before opening it.

You certainly weren’t expecting two men dressed in suits, two rather intimidating men.

“Uh, hi.” You greeted a bit meekly, neither of them moved or even greeted you back. You carefully put the tray of candy down upon the table near the door.

“Are you _____ _____?” One of them asked, and slowly you nodded. Dreading the worst such as some horrid family accident or perhaps these people had finally come to beat the living crap out of the two brothers in your lounge. You weren’t sure what was worse.

Apparently, there was one more option.

Before you even knew what was happening, one of the men grabbed you by your arms, and somehow knocked you unconscious.

Heaven’s Prison.

“She’s exactly what we need to get to Michael, but you couldn’t’ve brought her here more… politely? She’s going to think we’re monsters now.”

You awoke with a small shudder, the feeling of concrete on your face and side making itself present as soon as you were aware. Slowly you opened your eyes, looking about as best you could from your vantage point upon what looked to be a concrete floor.

There were three people somewhere near you, all talking in hushed voices. By the sounds of it, there was a man and two woman.

“We weren’t in charge of bringing them here. That order was processed before we could get more gentle-“

“It doesn’t matter. She’s here now, does Michael know?”

The voices became more hushed again, and by now you had managed to get feeling back into the rest of your body. Everything felt fine, if a bit sore. It was apparent that your hands were tied behind your back by some form of rope, and you were laying against the concrete floor of what appeared to be a small cell.

Okay, this was weird.

“Once he knows, he’ll come.”

“It’s a shame, sir, that your original plan failed. I believe bringing the girl here is cruel.”

“You said the same about bringing the younger Winchester here, but you still did it. Do not question my judgement.”

The voices once more, were muffled. By now you had managed to move yourself into a sitting position. The cell was about two meters square, with a small bench at the end adjacent to the bars and the door. The voices came from that same direction. If only you had the energy to get up, but you felt too drained.