chapter five, act two
bend the rules

Sunlight streaming through the curtains of that motel room hit her face like a gentle and soft touch. For the first time in months, Freya had been able to have a night free of any nightmares. A deep, undisturbed sleep that had left her feeling especially rested. Her body no longer ached as it had the day before and her mind had found a strange peace that if she was honest she had never felt before.

Dean's body heat was still impregnated in the sheets and in her own body, sending her a feeling of peace and security that Freya had longed to feel since many years before.

However, when she reached out for his body, Freya found his place completely empty. Fear came over her instantly. Her heart raced, her breath caught in her throat, and in one swift movement she forced herself to her feet.

If his warmth was still in the bed it meant he couldn't be far away. If he was gone, Freya could still maybe catch up with him. But her legs tangled as soon as her feet touched the floor and still wrapped by the sheets, Freya tumbled down onto the floor.

At the same moment the bathroom door opened, letting Dean witness the scene.

"Wow, wow, sweetheart." Dean rushed over to her and crouched down to help her to her feet.

Freya pushed her hair aside with a huff of frustration, noticing that he was only wearing his boxers. A blush rose to her cheeks as she found herself facing his bare chest.

"You okay?" Dean pulled the remaining strands of hair away from her face so he could look at her. "Where were you going?" He smiled with amusement.

"I... I thought you..." Freya stammered as she steadied her posture.

"What?" Dean raised his eyebrows. "You thought I was gone?"

Gulping harshly, Freya lowered her gaze to the floor as she nodded sheepishly.

Dean couldn't help but find it too cute, but at the same time it broke his heart to see her so scared of the possibility of him leaving her.

"I'm here." He whispered, placing a kiss on her temple. "I told you I wasn't going anywhere."

Freya nodded slightly, resting her hands on his chest.

"I know. It's just... It's been a rough few months." She admitted.

Dean nodded understandingly before placing another tender kiss on her forehead.

"Sam called. I didn't want to wake you up so I went to the bathroom to answer it. Your brothers and father are waiting for you in the diner across the street." He said after a few seconds.

Freya nodded slightly, trying to calm the anxiety that still hung in her chest.

Once she had calmed a bit, Freya headed to the bathroom so she could get dressed while Dean stayed in the bedroom, lying on the bed as he flipped through the channels on the television looking for something that might entertain him for a while before he had to get ready to leave.

"I'll go to Bobby's house. We'll wait for you there to leave." Dean spoke as the bathroom door opened again. His gaze fixed on the television.

"Okay." Freya replied, grabbing her gun and putting on her mother's necklace.

As she cleared her throat, Dean's attention was drawn to her, and as he turned to face her, he almost lost his breath.

After days of not looking like herself, Freya was back in her beloved and much more colorful clothes. Her face looked rested and the light makeup made her even more radiant. That wasn't something Dean cared about, though. She always looked beautiful.

Her hair was perfectly pulled back in a ponytail and her eyes sparkled especially with the sunlight hitting her face.

Dean had been so mesmerized that he hadn't even noticed how Freya had reached out her hand towards him to hand him back his necklace.

"I believe this is yours." Freya smiled shyly as Dean seemed to snap back to reality.

With a nod, Dean reached out and grasped the strand of the amulet slowly, enjoying the touch of her skin on his.

"Thanks for taking care of it." He smiled back at her.

Freya gulped harshly at the absence of the necklace in her hand. It had been with her for the past four months without Dean, and even though he was back now, letting go of it felt strange and even wrong.

After grabbing her phone, wallet and sunglasses, Freya prepared to leave the room, however, she found herself standing still with her hand on the doorknob.

She wanted to turn around and kiss him. She wanted to say goodbye as couples normally said goodbye to each other. She longed for their lips to meet once again. She longed for his hands on her body, his breath against her skin and to be close enough to him to feel his warmth remove every fear and distress in her.

Dean noticed her hesitation from the bed. Was it stupid to feel the same way as her? A part of him was telling him it was. That it was really stupid to get so attached to someone, especially after seeing too many important people to him die. Including Sam.

That same part was also telling him that going along with whatever they had was going to hurt her. That he was going to hurt her.

Dean felt that his own touch could break her. That it was better to keep her far away and safe than close to him.

Freya was unaware of all those doubts in him and if she had learned anything from her parents it was to not ignore what her heart was telling her. So turning on her heels, Freya walked towards him and before Dean could say anything, she placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

It wasn't a hurried or heated kiss. It was a sweet gesture of affection. Something Dean wasn't used to.

Sex, Dean understood perfectly well, and all the intimacy that came with it. But it was always a passing thing. It was like some kind of affection-for-affection arrangement. But this. This was genuine affection from another person towards him. Genuine affection that he had rarely received but had always longed for deep in his heart. And though he felt he didn't deserve it, he decided to fight through all his defenses and accept it.

He leaned into Freya's hand on his cheek and closed his eyes to enjoy that delicate, perfect kiss. Taking in her scent, warmth and affection meant just for him.

Freya felt him melt under her touch, sending butterflies all over her body.

"See you later?" She asked once she pulled away from him.

Dean saw the fear and doubt reflected in her eyes. It didn't seem to matter how many times he assured her he wasn't going anywhere, Freya was still afraid he would. And he didn't blame her. So if he had to convince her another thousand times, that's what he would do.

"See you later." He assured her, leaning in to leave another quick kiss on her lips.

Freya smiled against his lips as she felt part of her fears disappear.

But, even with Dean's promise and all his words, Freya left that room feeling a strong knot in her chest at the possibility of never seeing him again.

That knot was so painful that she instinctively reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the bottle of pain killers to take two pills at once.

The rational part of her knew those pills weren't supposed to help with that, but the other part of her head was clinging to them like a lifeline. And now that Dean's necklace no longer hung around her neck, Freya felt she needed them more than ever.

Her father and brothers greeted her in the diner with small smiles on their lips. Freya felt a shiver run down her spine at how familiar and mundane that scene seemed. A far cry from the reality the family had experienced so far.

"I ordered you pancakes with caramel and an espresso." Peter told her as she slid down the bench to sit next to him.

Freya smiled and ruffled his hair. "Thanks, kid. You really know me."

Peter smiled proudly to himself as Carter watched the scene from across the table.

He was still trying to get to know the younger boy, while he still believed he knew Freya better than anyone else. But now that he saw them together, the sister he had loved and known so well seemed to have changed more than he had originally thought.

"What's that?" Freya's eyes were quick to catch a glimpse of the two books lying on the table, right where her father was sitting.

"Oh... This is..."

"It that one of Mom's journals?" Freya reached out to grab it before her father could finish speaking.

Henry nodded.

"Carter and I think it holds a clue on how to fix this whole mess I got you guys into by making that deal with Lilith." He explained.

Freya raised her eyebrows, clearly skeptical.

"Oh yeah? What is it? That fake spell written on Sarah Halliwell's grave?" Freya laughed unamused.

Carter and Henry shared a look.

With a smile still on her lips, Freya looked at them closely. Her hands stopped dead in their tracks leaving the journal open to a completely random page.

"You're kidding, right? That spell doesn't exist. I already checked." She told them.

"You did?" Carter raised his eyebrows.

"Of course I did." She replied. "A spell that could break any demon deal? Dean was going to die. Do you really think I went to Salem just to see you?"

Carter sighed and after a few seconds, her eyes fell back on her father.

"It's a children's bedtime story. A story told from mothers to daughters down mom's family line. But that's just that, a story. Mom checked it out once, it's written in this journal." Freya closed the journal back up and handed it back to her father. "And I checked it again less than a year ago."

"There was nothing in the grave?" Henry asked her. His voice laced with desperation.

Freya sighed, seeing the disappointment in his gaze.

"There was a quote from the Bible."

"What quote?" Carter asked, grabbing the other book from the table. Which Freya could now see it was indeed a Bible.

"It was from Saint Peter. Something about gifts God gave people." She replied. "Mom said her mother had told her that Sarah had asked her husband to write that quote on her grave because she had dreamed about it. Those who knew she was a witch said it was a prophecy."

"'Serve one another according to the gifts God has given you. The end of everything is near. Therefore, decide well your next steps and actions and stand united in the face of adversity.'" Carter read the quote he thought she was talking about aloud.

"Not very encouraging, right?" Freya commented.

Carter narrowed his eyes.

"It's useless. It doesn't even mention pillars."

"Pillars?" Peter frowned.

"Yeah, that's what Castiel said." Freya nodded.

"You talked to Castiel?" Henry looked at her with interest.

"Yeah. He came to see me last night. In a dream, I think. He didn't explain much, just that he was my guardian angel and that Lilith's plan is to open 66 seals to free Lucifer." She explained. "Which we kind of knew because, what apocalypse it would be without the morning star."

"She is right." Carter mumbled.

"You're saying we can't do anything." Henry assumed with annoyance.

"We can stop Lilith from opening the seals and freeing him." Freya answered with obviousness.

"No, no. You're saying there's nothing I can do to right my wrong."

Freya sighed in frustration.

"I'm sorry, dad, but this has nothing to do with you." She said, staring into his eyes with a flash of anger and irritation in her gaze. "You can help us prevent the apocalypse. You can be a father to Peter. You can show Carter that you are sorry for locking him up in that mental institution. You can stand by our side."

Henry gulped as he stared and listened to her.

"And if that's not enough for you and you'd rather lose yourself and your time in an impossible quest to break your deal with Lilith, then go for it. But don't come crawling back for our forgiveness after you fail."

Tired of that discussion and needing some air, Freya got up from the table and left the diner, leaving them in a tense and complete silence.

As Freya walked out of the diner, she felt a mixture of emotions swirling inside her. Frustration and hurt from the argument with her family, but also a pang of guilt for leaving so abruptly. She wondered if she had overreacted, but something in her just wasn't  confortable dealing with another demon deal.

A part of her wanted to run away from them. To just stay with Dean and live her own life. But she knew she couldn't do that. She couldn't leave her family, especially Peter.

She found herself staring blindly into the distance, lost in thought, when suddenly a voice interrupted her reverie.

"Dad is just trying to help, you know?"

Freya's attention was jerked back to the present as she heard her brother's voice. She looked up, and saw Carter standing next to her. He had a concerned expression on his face while his eyes were fixed on her.

"I know. I just..." Freya closed her eyes for a few seconds before continuing. "Dean just got back from hell. And I... I don't want to have to keep fighting demons. I'm tired."

"Yeah, me too." He said, taking a step closer to her. "But I don't think we can run away from this."

Freya knew he was right. Castiel had saved Dean because God had a job for him. A job that consisted in stoping Lilith and her plans of freeing Lucifer. And that was also the only way for her and her brothers to be actually free.

"You said Castiel mentioned something about us being pillars, right?" Carter asked her after a few moments. Freya nodded. "I've read the Bible hundreds of times while I was locked so leave that to me."

"You have?" Freya raised her eyebrows.

"I mean I was possessed by a demon to kill my own mother. I prayed each hour for at least two years thinking angels and God would actually protect me."

"That's fair." Freya sighed. "Castiel said the answers would be in the Bible, so that could be helpful."

"I want to go back home. And so does Peter. So I think that's what we'll do."

"Is Dad actually going to do that? Go back to live a picket fence live with you two?" She asked with disbelief.

"Leave that to me."

Freya nodded as her eyes traveled to the motel across the street where she noticed Dean leaving the room.

Carter seem to notice this too as he cleared his throat to gain back her attention.

"Go with him." He said. Freya frowned. "You want to stay by his side. You want to be with him."

Freya sighed.

"It's going to sound crazy, Carter, but I don't think I can breath without him." She admitted. "It's kind of sick the way he just makes me feel safe and alive. This last four months have been a nightmare. And I feel bad saying that because he was in literal Hell and you lived 15 years in a mental facility, locked up and feeling like we all hated you."

"Wow, okay." Carter blinked and shock his head. "First of all. Your feelings are just as valid as mine or his. And so is the suffering you went through."

"Is it? Because I feel like a child crying for the lost of their support stuffed animal."

"Hey, those are really important." Carter said, making her scoff as she felt like he wasn't actually listening to her.

Carter raised an eyebrow at Freya's scoff, recognizing the frustration in her face.

"Freya, listen to me." He insisted, his tone firm but kind. "Your feelings aren't just about a lost stuffed animal. They're about needing a constant in your life. Something to ground you, to make you feel safe and cared for. That's not childish, it's human. If Dean is what you need, then go with him. You're allowed to need someone's support and love, to need someone to rely on. And I'm pretty sure he will need you too. Because if what I hear form Hell is true then..."

Carter's words were cut off when their father walked out of the diner and approached them.

Freya, confuse about how emocional intelligent Carter was, kept her gaze fixed on her brother wishing he finished his words.

As their father reached them, he looked between his two children with concern.

"Honey." Henry's eyes focused on his only daughter. A mix of love and regret on his gaze. "I'm sorry. I... I just wanted to make things right for all of you. I know I've been a bad father..."

"That's the thing, dad, you haven't been as bad as you think. Not to me at least." She interrupted him. "And as mad as I am for you leaving Peter and me on December every year, you have always been there for him. If anything is Carter who you should apologise to."

Henry sighed as his eyes traveled towards his oldest son. Carter just lowered his gaze to the ground, feeling as sadness and hurt washed over him remembering all the things he had been through.

"I just want you to please stop focusing on your feelings and be there for us. We all lost mom."

"I know." Henry said in a quiet and remorseful tone, his voice barely above a whisper.

"So... we are going back home?" Peter asked from behind his father.

The three of them turned towards him.

"Yeah, kid." Carter smiled at him with affection. "We are."

Henry nodded silently as his eyes flicked back and forth between his three children, who never missed to remind him of his late wife.

"You aren't, are you?" Peter looked at Freya.

"I..."

"No, she isn't." Carter answered for her as he gave her a little smile. "She gonna go with Dean to save the world."

Peter smiled with pride and love as he looked at her.

Freya glanced at Carter. She hadn't expected him to speak for her, but she was also relieved that he understood and supported her decision to stick by Dean's side.

Knowing it was their time to say goodbye they all shared quick hugs and kind words of support and love.

"Wait, Carter." Freya reached for his hand to stop him from leaving just yet. "What were you going to say before Dad interrupted?"

Her tone was tinged with a hint of anxiety, her eyes pleading Carter to continue his sentence, to finish what he had been about to say.

Carter gave her a sympathetic look, before speaking.

"Because if what I hear from Hell is true." He continue right were he had left off. "Then Dean needs you just as much as you need him. In fact, he might need you even more."

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To Freya the nights she spent sharing a bed with Dean were the ones where her sleep was free of nightmares and any worries. But for Dean it was quite different. Not even the presence of the girl by his side kept his time in hell from haunting him at night every time he closed his eyes. Yes, her legs entwined with his, her body heat and her lovely scent managed to soothe him and ground him back. But even so, every night he found it more difficult to hide his body's reflexes in the face of those horrible memories.

Freya didn't mention anything about it. Dean didn't know if she just hadn't noticed or preferred to give him his space. Either way, he appreciated it. 

That night, however, was different for both of them. Waking up at different times of the night, each of them found the angel Castiel waiting for them to open their eyes to show them something very important.

The memory of the motel and sleeping next to Dean faded as soon as Freya's eyes fluttered open, finding herself lying on a desk in what it appeared to be a university classroom. Disoriented and confused, she slowly came to her senses, but before she could fully process what had happened, a cheerful voice broke the silence.

"Hey, you okay there? You look a bit lost."

Freya lifted her head to see a brown-haired girl just about her age standing by her side with concern on her face.

"Sorry." Freya said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I must've dozed off."

Freya watched her closely as she found her a little too familiar.

The girl chuckled lightly.

"It's alright. Happens to the best of us. I'm Laurel, by the way."

Her name slipped through her lips almost at the same time Freya seemed to recognised her. It was strange and almost surreal to see her mother once again after so many years. Specially seeing her so young and carefree.

"I'm..." Freya stuttered looking through the room until her eyes found Castiel's figure in a corner. "Cas. Cassie." She replied, managing a small smile as she turned her head back to her mother.

"You're new here, aren't you?" Laurel asked. "I don't think I've seen you around. What's your major?"

Freya took a deep breath before answering.

"Mythological History."

Laurel's eyes widened.

"Really? That's my major too." She said, a smile spreading on her lips. "There are so few of us. We'll all be happy to have you in our classes. My fiancé, Henry, he is a total nerd about all things supernatural and mythology. I'm more of a magic nerd. What about you? What specifically is it about mythological history that drew you in? The ancient tales, the gods and heroes, or something else?"

It was clear for Freya that her mother had a real and profound interest in her studies. At lot of that due to the fact that she knew all those stories weren't just that, they were real.

Freya's heart skipped a beat as she heard her mother talk about Henry, and their shared interest in supernatural history. It was strange to hear her mother talk to her like that, as if they were just two friends discussing their interests. Though, Freya tried to keep her emotions in check and maintain her composure.

"I... I've always been drawn the religious side of it. Gods and demigods in Greek mythology, angels and demons in catholic. It's all just... fascinating."

Laurel's warm smile and genuine curiosity made it easy for Freya to forget that she was speaking to her own mother in another time. Which she now had figure must be 1977 due to how her mom looked and the clothes everybody was wearing.

"You know." Laurel spoke, changing the subject, her eyes twinkling with excitement as an idea crossed her mind. "There's a party happening tonight. It would be fun. And I could present Henry to you. I'm sure he would be happy to talk to you about Greek mythology specially."

Freya couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the thought of attending a party with her parents. It was a surreal experience to be in her mother's presence once more, especially in her university days.

"That sounds lovely." She replied with a smile. "I'd love that."

"Perfect!" Laurel exclaimed, clearly pleased with Freya's acceptance. "I'll see you later in the cafeteria so we can go together."

The excitement in Laurel's eyes was contagious, and Freya found herself smiling in return. Despite the strangeness of the situation, spending time with her mother felt natural.

"Thank you." Freya said, feeling a mix of emotions. "Can't wait."

Laurel gave Freya a warm smile before gathering her books from the desk and standing up.

"I have a class to get to." She said apologetically. "But I'll see you later, okay?"

Freya nodded.

"See you later."

As Laurel left the classroom, Freya remained sitting on the desk, her mind buzzing with thoughts. She took a moment to absorb the entire situation before looking up to find Castiel still standing in the corner of the room.

Castiel, who had been observing the interaction between Freya and her mother, walked over to stand beside Freya as he studied her expression.

Composing herself and taking a deep breath, Freya's expression turned from a soft one to a more confused one.

"What is this?" She asked as Castiel reached her side.

"What does it look like?"

"Is it real?"

"Very." He nodded.

"Okay, so what? You can time travel now?" Freya stood up with a frown on her face.

"Time is fluid, Freya. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion." He explained.

"Okay." She blinked. "Whatever that means. What am I doing here?"

"I told you, you have to understand."

"Understand what?"

"Go to that party, Freya." He replied without further explanation.

Freya frowned and turned as the class ring echoed through the building. But as she turned back, Castiel was nowhere to be found.

"Oh, come on!" She exclaimed with frustration.

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Waiting to see her mother again felt like an eternity, but finally Freya and her stood at the entrance of the college party Laurel had invited her to. The air was filled with music, chatter, and the smell of alcohol and sweat as students danced and socialized.

"Oh, there he is." Laurel smiled, pointing in Henry's direction after she had scanned the room for a few seconds.

Without missing a beat, Laurel took Freya's hand and lead her through the crowd towards Henry.

Freya couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. She knew her father pretty well after living all her life with him so she felt more scared of him finding out who she really was.

The noise of the party was overwhelming, but Freya did her best to focus on her father as she and Laurel weaved through the crowd. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, and the sweat in her palms.

Finally, they reached Henry, who was sitting with his friends at a table filled with empty bottles and glasses. He looked up as they approached, a mixture of surprise and curiosity on his face.

Henry's friends also turned to look at Freya and Laurel, their expressions ranging from friendly to slightly wary. One of them, the blond pretty girl by his side, eyed Freya with a sly smile.

"Well, well, look who finally decided to join us." She said, turning towards Laurel.

"Hey, Lily. Nice to see you too." Laurel replied with a little smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Freya knew then that her mother didn't seem to like her father's friends.

"Hey, honey." Henry welcomed his fiancée with a warm smile. "Who's your friend?"

Laurel presented Freya with the name she had previously given her and Henry's other friends welcomed her with genuine smiles while Lily kept eying her down.

Freya felt quite strange and confused by all her father's friends whom he had never mentioned.

Meanwhile, Laurel seemed tense, with a somewhat forced smile on her lips. It was clear she wasn't entirely comfortable around Henry's friends either.

"So, Laurel." Lily said with a sly smile. "Have you two already talk about kids?"

Laurel seemed taken aback by her question, not having expecting her to talk about that in the middle of a party.

"We just got engaged, Lily. My God." Henry snorted, wanting to change the subject as he knew it was extremely delicate for Laurel.

"Sorry, sorry. I mean, married before finishing college, seemed like a good question to ask." She explained.

Henry shot Lily a look of annoyance, silently telling her to drop the subject, but the sly look on Lily's face didn't waver. She continued to eye Laurel with a hint of smugness, almost as if she found some amusement in the situation.

"It's a valid question." Lily continued, pretending to look innocent. "You've been together for a while now. Don't you want to start a family?"

"I think I want a drink actually." Laurel replied with discomfort.

Freya and Henry watched her leave their side with worried looks on their faces.

"How about you, sweetheart. Any boyfriend waiting for you?" One of Henry's boy friends leaned forward as he gave her a flirty smile.

Freya grimaced in response.

"Something like that. And don't call me sweetheart." She answered with an annoyed tone.

"I should go look for Laurel." Henry murmured. But before he could go, Lily grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving her side.

"Oh, come on, leave Miss Academic Prodigy cry alone. We were supposed to go to a crossroads tonight. You promised." She said, catching Freya's attention.

"You made her feel bad, Lily. I should go look if she is okay."

"Yeah, you were pretty mean." Other one of the guys commented, receiving an annoyed glance from Lily.

"I'll go." Freya said, gaining Henry's attention. "You promised to go with your friends and I think Laurel could use a friend more that a boyfriend right now."

"I'm her fiancé."

"Yeah. No. I know. I mean..."

"She is right. Let her go check on Laurel. Come on." Lily cut her off as she pushed Henry towards the party's exit.

Henry kept his gaze on Freya as his best friend led him away.

Once they were out of her sight, Freya turned around to go find her mother. But what she found was Castiel standing right in front of her.

"Jesus Christ." She exclaimed with a hand over her heart.

He blinked with confusion.

"No. I'm Castiel." He clarified with a straight face and tone.

Freya shook her head as she regained her breath.

"Yeah. I know."

Castiel tilted his head, not understanding her.

"Why are you here?" She asked.

"You have to understand."

"Yeah, you said that before. But understand what exactly?"

Castiel didn't answered, not with words anyway, but his eyes were enough for Freya as she witnessed his gaze moving towards where her father had disappeared.

"You want me to go with them?" She blinked with confusion.

"I want you to understand."

Freya sighed and nodded, knowing now that she wasn't going to get a clearer answer from him.

Having accepted that, Freya followed her father and his friends until they reached a solitary crossroads a couple of blocks form the students dorms.

All three boys and Lily were laughing and having fun while Henry seemed to not actually want to be there with them.

At first he had agreed to summon a crossroads demon as a joke and final college experience. But after watching Laurel walk away from him with such sad look in her eyes, he had started to question his decision.

Laurel had expressed to him how she didn't like his friends and how they all pushed him to try that supernatural type of things. Ouijas, spells, summoning. She hated all of that.

But there he was, doing it anyway.

It was just a game. He knew that. There wasn't going to be a real demon, just his friend Lily who assured him she had saw one herself.

"Okay. You need to tell me what you want." She said.

"I don't know." Henry sifted uncomfortably.

"Come on, Henry. It's our last semester, you know the tradition."

"Yeah, dude. We try one of this things every semester. Don't be a buzz kill." One of the guys insisted as Freya watched them from afar.

"Okay. Fine." Henry agreed with a grunt. "I want Laurel and I to be able to have kids. I want her to be happy. And I wish to grow old by her side."

"Okay, loverboy, this isn't a shooting star to wish upon." Lily grimaced. "Let's go with the kids thing. I'll give you that in exchange for..."

"Your soul." One of the boys chuckled.

"Umm, too obvious." She said. "How about, in exchange your kids owned me a favor?"

"What kind of favor?" Henry frowned.

"I don't know." She shrugged.

"Their souls?"

"No. Nothing about dying or ending up in Hell. More like... they would never be completely yours."

"Sounds twisted." Henry frowned.

"Come on. It's just a game."

"Fine."

"Now you need to kiss her, dude."

"Yeah, no. I have a girlfriend. Fianceé actually." Henry said.

"It's okay. I'll accept a kiss on the cheek." Lily said.

Freya almost came out of hiding then to try and stop him. But Castiel's hand on her shoulder left her completely frozen as she witnessed Lily's eyes turning completely white as her father sealed the deal by placing a kiss on her cheek.

Lilith had tricked him. She had planned everything to get him to make that deal, to convince him that it wasn't real. But that college game was everything but a game.

Freya felt Castiel's hand on her shoulder giving it a little squeeze of comfort. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her pulse still racing from the adrenaline of witnessing the unfolding events.

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When Freya woke up, the bed beside her felt cold and empty, and the motel room was eerily silent.

After bringing her back from that strange time travel, Castiel had had to leave, leaving her with a sense of unease.

However, before her fears could get the best of her, the room door to the room swung open, and a frustrated looking Sam walked in, followed by an irate Dean, who quickly started to pack up his stuff.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Freya frowned.

"We are going." He replied giving her a quick look.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Pack your things. We are going." He repeated in a more bossy tone.

Freya arched her eyebrows, ready to snap back at him.

"What, are you, are you leaving?" Sam asked, now looking more sad and confuse than frustrated.

"You don't need me. You don't need us." Dean shrugged without even bothering to look at him. "You and Ruby go fight demons."

Freya looked at them even more confuse, as she tried to understand what had happen while Castiel had sent her to the past.

Just then, Dean walked over to her and grabbed the bag next to her side of the bed to start pack her things up for her, assuming she would go with him.

"Hold on. Dean, come on, man." Sam tried.

Dean took a deep breath and before Freya or Sam could speak he turned around and punched his brother in the face.

"What the hell, Dean!" Freya stood up and walked toward Sam.

"You satisfied?" The younger one asked, looking back at his brother while the girl checked his face.

Hardening his gaze, Dean reached out to wrap his left arm around Freya's waist, with extreme gentleness. A stark contrast to the force with which he punches his brother once again after pulling her close to his body to get her out of the way.

"I guess not." Sam mumbled as he touched his now bleeding lip.

"Do you even know how far off the reservation you've gone? How far from normal? From human?" Dean snapped, letting go of Freya and dropping his bag to the floor.

"I'm just exorcising demons." Sam argued.

"With your mind!" Dean yelled.

Freya's eyes widened at that accusation. She knew about Sam's powers. She knew he was special. But she didn't know much more than the few premonitions he'd had and the strange plan the demon who killed Mary Winchester had. 

"What else can you do?" Dean asked in a much calmer tone.

"I can send them back to hell. It only works with demons, and that's it." Sam explained.

Not convinced whatsoever by his answer, Dean clenched his jaw, grabbed hold of him and pushed him backwards, walking with the force.

"What else can you do?!" He insisted.

"I told you!" Sam exclaimed, pushing his hand away.

"And I have every reason in the world to believe that." Dean scoffed.

Freya stayed silent as she watched them. Part of her wanted to intervene, but she knew better then that. She also had brothers and knew how those type of fights work. This, however, was very different as she couldn't help but try to understand before screwing her whole relationship with Dean by saying the wrong thing.

"Look, I should have said something." Sam admitted. "I'm sorry, Dean. I am. But try to see the other side here."

"The other side?" Dean frowned, looking at him in disbelief.

"I'm pulling demons out of innocent people."

"Use the knife!"

"The knife kills the victim! What I do, most of them survive!" He argued. "Look, I've saved more people in the last five months than we save in a year."

"That what Ruby want you to think? Huh? Kind of like the way she tricked you into using your powers?" Dean shook his head, sad. "Slippery slope, brother. Just wait and see. Because it's gonna get darker and darker, and God knows where it ends."

Those words seem to give Freya all the answers she needed to know where she stood in this argument. Especially after what she had saw in her time travel.

"I'm not gonna let it go too far." Sam said.

Dean smiled at that as he walked over to the wall and hit the lamp on the side table, making it crash and fly.

"It's already gone too far, Sam. If I didn't know you... I would wanna hunt you."

Okay, maybe Freya didn't really stood in either of their sides. They were both being completely mean to each other. Ad hearing those last words leave Dean's lips hit her like a punch to the gut.

They hit her so hard that she couldn't control the reaction that followed. Dean was angry again and Sam was now looking at him with sad tearful eyes. The words had hit him just as much as they had hit her. But their reactions were completely different.

"Oh, so I guess that makes two monsters you wanna hunt." She snapped, looking at Dean with clear hurt in her eyes.

Dean took a step back as he saw that, knowing he had messed up.

"I didn't—"

"Don't say you didn't mean it." She cut him off. "What? He is a... monster now?" She pointed at Sam. "You would wanna hunt him. And so would other hunters, right? Well, I guess you can add me to that list too." Dean stayed still as Freya took a step closer to him with anger filling her eyes. "You were gone." She punched him in the chest. "You were gone, Dean. And we... You left us here. We were here. And we had to keep on fighting without you."

Hearing the pain in her words, Dean didn't know what to answer. But Freya didn't give him time to do it either, as she turned on her heels and put all her attention and anger on Sam.

"And you... Don't even get me started." She growled. "What the hell is wrong with you, Sam? Trusting a fucking demon like Ruby? Come on! I thought you were the smart one." She looked at him with disbelief.

"What I'm doing... It works." Sam argued.

"I don't care." Freya replied. "Demons lie. And if it's so terrific... then why'd you lie about it?"

Sam looked down.

"Because at least I didn't lie about all the things I've been learning about my witch powers."

"Yeah, and an angel didn't tell me to stop you." Dean added.

Taken aback by his words, Sam and Freya looked back at him with confusion.

"What?" They asked.

"Cas said that if I don't stop you, he will." Dean explained, looking at his brother. "See what that means, Sam? That means that God doesn't want you doing this. So, are you just gonna stand there and tell me everything is all good?"

"Cas said that?" Freya frowned.

Dean looked back and nodded.

Conflicted by this new information, Sam took a deep breath and walked out of the room without saying a word. As they found themselves alone, Freya and Dean shared a quick look.

It was a tense look, full of mixed feelings and unspoken words. Dean knew he'd screwed up with his words, but he didn't know how to begin to apologize. And Freya was still so angry and frustrated that she didn't feel like standing there waiting for him to do so. Not when her mind was still trying to process the reality of her father's deal with Lilith.