Never would I have imagined that I would be pregnant and hiding out in hell from an angel.
But here I was, day three in Hell.
Sam had left a few times to meet with Crowley, and although the two of them had tried, they had yet to come up with another plan.
Nasroque had not made any further appearances which was a good thing, but we knew that we would have to be ready for when he did.
I sighed from my seat on the bed and looked over at Sam and Irene who were sitting on the floor in Sam's room.
"I know that this is a stressful situation for all of us, but it feels like waiting for him to come after us isn't the best idea. Why don't we take the fight to him instead?"
Irene and Sam paused, looking at one another before turning to me.
"That's what I've been telling him!" Exclaimed Irene.
