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Rhea looked down at the small object in her hand, oxygen not coming as natural as usual. It was nearly thirty seconds before she realized she was even holding her breath. She knew she would look crazy to anyone else if they could see her, but she didn’t care, all she could do was laugh with excitement. “I don’t believe it.” She whispered to herself.
~~Two Weeks Later~~
Rhea sat silently in her study, rereading one of her favorite novels when the sound of shattering glass rang loudly outside the door. She gasped, unprepared for the noise but remained calm as she walked to the door, hoping it may have been just a picture that fell. Her hand neared the handle and Andrew slipped in, making her jump back. His face was covered in blood and he had a large piece of glass in his side, blood flowing freely from the wound. “Andrew.” She cried, his tired form falling into her arms and knocking them both to the ground.
“We need to leave… Crowley’s orders.”
“Crowley’s-- What’s goin’ on?”
“Lucifer, someone freed him again and he’s destroying all of Hell to get to Crowley.”
“I can’t leave.” She tried to stand and he grabbed her wrist holding her in place.
“You stand in his way and you’re as good as dead.” He gathered all of his strength and the two were on bunker floor before she could object.
“Whoa.” Dean exclaimed, helping Rhea to her feet when he realized it was here. “Sammy! Get in here.”
“Let me go, Dean, I have to go back to Hell.”
“What’s going on?” Sam inquired, barreling into the foyer.
“Crowley could get killed. Let me go.” She barked, fighting to get Dean’s hands off her wrists, while fighting tears.
“We can’t let you go back. Not if you could get hurt.”
“Dean Winchester, you get your hands or you’re comin’ with me.” He weighed his options and released her hands. Letting her disappear from sight.
“Why the hell did you do that!” Andrew screeched, blood beginning to drip from the corner of his mouth.
“She wasn’t takin’ no and with us here we can maybe still help her. Sam can you grab some towels?” He asked, helping Andrew from the floor and leading him to the library. “Can you fix yourself?”
“In a bit, I’m exhausted from fighting to get to Rhea.”
“What happened?”
“Someone freed Lucifer again and he started destroying hell to get to Crowley. When he asked and no one responded, he started killing.”
“So I just let Rhea go up against Lucifer!” Dean Bellowed. “Why the hell didn't you warn me?”
“It wouldn’t matter anyway.” Andrew coughed, “She would’ve found a way back, I know her better than anyone. She won’t give up on Crowley, not unless she dies trying.”
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Rhea snuck carefully to her and Crowley’s room, bolting the door behind and opening their closet door. She quickly dug out her cloak, hoping it may conceal her long enough to make some sort of progress, and ventured a peek out from the bedroom door. The hall was lined with lifeless vessels, looking down she saw the faces of some that she had grown rather fond of. Stopping for a moment she bent down, with tears in her eyes, to stroke the cheek of the young demon chef that had won her heart a long while back. “No, no.. Oh, Mazielle... Sweetheart I’m so sorry.” She turned, closing her eyes in an attempt to prevent tears and continued moving further down the hallway, clinging to the hope that she could remember Mazielle as the smiling young chef that always brightened her days. She wiped her eyes with the hood of her cloak and looked cautiously into Rowena’s room. Rhea wasn’t surprised when she found the room deserted, Rowena most likely left the moment she heard Lucifer’s name. “Desertin’ your son again.” She shook her head.
Rounding the corner, Crowley’s office came into view and she pulled the hood lower, to further conceal her features. She heard Crowley's rough tone and it was followed by a sound of pain. She scampered as quietly and quickly as she could, peering into the door and not seeing anyone but Crowley. Letting her heart win over, she ran into the room finding him on his knees in handcuffs. “Crowley.” She cried darting towards him.
“No!” He hissed, blood staining his face and teeth. He tried to stand and Lucifer seemingly appeared from nowhere, grabbing Crowley and throwing him back to the ground. Rhea stepped too close to Lucifer’s path and he caught her with an arm around her waist. Snapping his fingers with a smile, a witchcatcher appeared around her neck. She instantly stopped moving, her lavender doe eyes staring at Crowley’s bruised form.
Lucifer chuckled, sending a chill down Rhea’s spine. “Looks like I have two doggies now… Hmm, I have to say.” He purred, stroking her cheek with his index finger, “This one looks much more fun to play with… Kneel.” Lucifer commanded and Rhea dropped obediently to her knees, lowering her head with a look of defeat in her eyes.