2| J U S T L O S T

THE SOUND OF her brother's bickering was what she woke up to. She blinked her eyes groggily and slowly sat up, realizing she was in the impala.

"We still have holy oil, right?" Dean asked as he drove. His face was stoic, void of emotion.

Sam stared at his brother curiously. "For what?"

"Cause we're gonna have to hit him with everything we got," he replied not once looking away from the road.

" No...we're not going to kill him, Dean," she spoke up. She didn't know why, but she had this urge to defend the nephilim. Her brothers furrowed their eyebrows at her.

" That son of a bitch hurt you Zen! You were lying unconscious on the floor when we found you," He exclaimed.

" He didn't hurt me Dean!" she rolled her eyes at him. Before Dean could say anything else, Sam interrupted the two.

"Hold on a second. Can we just talk about what happened back there?" he stated. Zen zipped her mouth shut and closed her eyes, not wanting to remember what had just happened.

"Sure. Which part? Let's see. Crowley's dead, Kelly's dead, Cas is—" Dean paused sadly. "Mom's gone, and apparently, the Devil's kid hit puberty in thirty seconds flat. Oh, and almost killed us," he said sarcastically.

"Yeah, because you tried to shoot him," Sam scoffed. Zen didn't bother to speak up, knowing her brothers would just ignore her.

"I tried to shoot the monster, Sam. It's kind of what we do."

" He's not a monster!" Zen snapped.

" Zen's right, we don't know what he is yet, Dean. And I had it under control," Sam stated.

"I'm sorry. Are you guys defending the Son of Satan?" he asked in an annoyed tone.

Sam shook his head. " We're not defending anything. I'm just saying, look, with everything that's happened, I've obviously spun out also, but we need a plan," he tried to explain.

"Yeah, kill him! Okay? That's the plan. Look, right now all that matters is finding him, and ending him before he hurts anybody else. And once we do that we'll figure everything else out," Dean stated in finality. Zen wanted nothing more than to talk Dean out of it, but she knew it was no use to take the revenge plot off of a Winchester.

Sam sighed in defeat. "What about Cas? Is he - is he really dead?"

Dean went silent for a minute before saying the words she dreaded to hear. "You know he is."

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AFTER THE LONG and silent ride in the Impala, Dean pulled up to someplace called " Pirate Pete's".

"Well. Do you really think that Lucifer Junior is at Pirate Pete's Jolly Treats? That he was like what, before I destroy the world, let me just grab a bag of curly fries?" Dean asked sarcastically.

Sam sighed as he opened the impala door. "Look, if he would've kept to the main road, he would have walked past it. And I don't know—"

Dean sighed and waved him off. "Fine, just make it quick."

"You're not coming?"

"No. Look, maybe you're right. Maybe the Devil's kid is in there just hanging out. Or maybe he's halfway across the country, torching Chicago. I'm gonna call Jody, check-in, see if she can't help us put a nationwide APB out on the creepy satanic nudist," Dean explained as he took out his phone.

Sam nodded. "Good," he then looked at his sister, who was staring out the window and at the Statue of Pirate Pete in curiosity.

Zen could feel the leftover power from the statue. She knew he was here, she just didn't know-how. She didn't know why he didn't kill her when he had the chance, he was Lucifer's son after all. She didn't know why she had this...connection with him. The only person who could answer her questions right now was Castiel. But the angel was gone and she was stuck with this compromising situation. Her brothers were bound to find out about her abilities soon.

" Zen!"

She snapped her head towards the sound, only to see her brothers looking at her weirdly.

" You okay? You zoned out for a minute there," Sam asked worriedly.

Zenja blinked twice before nodding at him. " Yeah I'm just tired..." she lied.

" Well, are you going in there with him or not?" Dean asked as he called Jody.

Zen shook her head. " Nah, I'll just...look around the place. Maybe I'll find something," she stated.

Her brothers agreed with her choice and went their separate ways. Zen got out if the impala and towards the statue, the power growing stronger as she neared it. She gingerly placed her hand on the statue and gasped as a vision appeared.

She saw Jack arrive at Pirate Pete's, looking for his father. She saw a guy, a worker of the establishment and watched as he took him inside.

She quickly pulled away from the statue and let out a shaky breath. She didn't know what was happening, she didn't know what was wrong with her. The only person that helped her with her abilities was Castiel, but now he's gone and she has nobody. Tears started gathering up in her eyes as she looked up the sky.

She took in a deep breath before whispering. " You listen here Chuck, I need him back. I need Castiel back...he's the only person who knows about me...the real me. I can't do this alone...please. Just please bring him back. Bring all of them...b-back," she stated with a shaky breath. " I can't do this without him, you took him once and you gave him back. What's different this time huh? Please...God please...p-please..." she cried as she kneeled on the ground, her hands on her head.

" If you can't bring him back then at least help me...show me what to do because I'm...lost," she pleaded. " Please, I don't know what to do..." she said as she looked up the sky with tears in her eyes. She wasn't surprised when he didn't answer her prayers. Honestly, It wouldn't be the first time that has happened. But she secretly wished Chuck was somewhere up there looking down at her, making plans that have a good ending for once in her fucked up life.

" Zenja, Let's go! We know where he is," Sam called.

The woman quickly wiped her tears away and got up from the ground. Taking in a deep breath before walking over to the baby.

" Where is he?" she asked softly.

Her brothers looked at her sadly, taking note of her swollen eyes, they knew she had cried. Sam decided not to question her about it, knowing that if he asked it would only end up in them bickering for the whole ride.

" He's at the police station, we're heading there right now," he answered instead. He watched as she opened the passenger door, an idea appearing in his mind.

" Hey, why don't you take shotgun?" he offered. " I need to do some research and there's more space in the back seat," he explained. He knew she loved sitting in the front seat, it always brightened up her mood. And it did.

Zen smiled softly at him. " Sure," she walked over to Sam and got in the front seat. Dean gave her a small smile and looked at Sam through the rearview mirror, silently thanking him. The brothers never really liked seeing her sad, it was unusual. Seeing her happy was normal. Their life was crazy, they're hunters who kill monsters instead of the occasional deers and birds. They all somehow went to hell, they have—had an angel friend. They're the true vessels of Michael and Lucifer.

They needed a little normal...