Bacon, Libby thought, the first smell that entered her nose when she came to. She opened her eyes, pushing herself up in a sitting position and glancing around the motel room until her gaze landed on the styrofoam box filled with pancakes, bacon, sausage, and eggs. There was a glass of chocolate milk sitting next to it, still cold and waiting to be consumed.

Libby swung her legs over the bed and stood up, only to stumble and fall. Except she never fell. She was caught by Sam, wearing only jeans, and he helped her sit back down on the bed. "Woah. Take it easy," he told her. She nodded, clutching her head. "You want your food?" Libby nodded again. Sam turned and walked over to the table to get Libby's breakfast and she couldn't help but stare.

He's so...perfect. How did I not notice this part of him before? Libby thought to herself. You were pure and innocent. Lust never crossed your mind. Sam handed her the container and glass, Libby muttering a thanks. Sam nodded.

"How are you feeling?" Libby winced as the pain radiated throughout her body with every move.

"Still feel like Hell. I can talk now and I'm not as light headed," she said, biting off a piece of bacon. Sam frowned, sitting down on the bed next to her.

"Last night you said something in the car about you and Meg at that pub," Sam said, not lifting his gaze from the floor. "Something about her saving you from a man that was gonna rape you." Libby stopped chewing, glancing over at Sam. "Is that true?" She sighed and nodded.

"Um, yeah. I don't know why but I went in that alley. I went to leave and he wouldn't let me go. I couldn't fight him off and I don't know why. Then it was just Meg to the rescue. I wish she hadn't come, though. Now I owe her and I don't want to," Libby explained.

"You don't owe Meg anything, Libby. She's gone after you how many times now?"

"Lost count."

"Exactly. Look, just give it time. If your sword gives you more power then we just wait for the demon blood to leave your system and then the sword will make you stronger. Then we can gank Lucifer, alright?" Libby nodded mutely, sitting with her legs crossed Indian style. She set the box of food on the nightstand next to her glass, suddenly not hungry anymore. "What's wrong?"

"I'm not living up to my standards. No wonder why they banished me to Hell. I can't even protect myself against some stupid human. How was I supposed to protect my whole village?" Libby asked, letting her head fall in her hands.

"Libby, stop-"

"No, Sam, I'm serious! I was so focused on being good that I didn't realize that it was just setting me up for the opposite of what I had planned. What God had planned. Because I didn't do anything wrong everyone just automatically assumed I was going to snap. And I have! I'm killing demons, I'm hunting monsters! I'm hunting my own father, Sam. That's not normal or good," Libby ranted. A single tear slipped down her cheek.

"Libby, I think that title that was thrown to you is complete bullshit. It's something to scare you not to follow in your father's footsteps. We're gonna take down Lucifer and you're going to be the one to do it. You want your revenge on God for abandoning you?" Libby nodded. "Taking down one of his sons, even one he banished to Hell, will get to him. I can promise you that. Show him who you really are." Libby raised an eyebrow.

"A killer?" she guessed. Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"No. A hunter." A grin spread across Libby's face. She had worked hard to try and earn the title, and finally earning it meant the world to her. "You're a hunter and despite your angel abilities and family tree, you're also human. Yeah, sure, you're the ultimate hybrid, but you have a human soul and a human body. Show him how powerful we really are," Sam explained, nudging Libby's arm a bit. She smiled to herself, staring at the sheets.

"Thanks," she said. Sam nodded.

"Of course. Anytime, Libs." It was silent for a few moments before Libby felt Sam getting closer. She looked up to see Sam's face centimeters from hers before their lips connected. Libby froze for a few seconds before relaxing, kissing the younger Winchester back. Dean's warnings were pushed to the back of Sam's mind, Libby thinking nothing of what she was doing. Sam scooted closer to the redhead, Libby uncrossing her legs as Sam leaned over her. He held his weight up with his arms on either side of Libby, not wanting to crush her. Sam didn't know how long he and Libby had been like that, but he did know it was interrupted after a few minutes by the motel door being thrown open.

"Oh hell no!" Dean shouted. Libby gasped and Sam rolled over her, lying on the bed next to her. Libby's hair was a knotted, matted mess, a result from Sam's hand running through it and how her head moved against the pillow. Sam's hair looked identical to the bright orange mess on Libby's head. The two looked guilty, like a child caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar, as Dean glared at them. Dean threw the grocery bags down on the table and slammed the door shut behind him. "What the hell was that?" Dean demanded. Libby bit her bottom lip, looking to Sam for help with coming up with a lie. They never replied, no good excuse coming to mind.

"Uh..." Libby trailed off, clearing her throat rather awkwardly. She managed to stand up, fixing her shirt that was pushed halfway up her torso.

"How long has this been going on?"

"Like five minutes," Sam said, standing up. Libby took a step and stumbled, catching herself on the edge of the bed. She managed to sit down on the corner of the hard mattress, running her hands through her hair in attempt to fix it. "Dean, chill." Dean raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Chill? Chill? Sam, I just walked in on you making out with Lucifer's daughter!" Dean shouted. Libby flinched at the volume of his voice.

"Dean, it's not like you haven't slept with an angel. Remember Anna Milton?" Sam retorted. Libby raised an eyebrow. Dean slept with an angel?

"This is different," Dean objected. Sam shook his head.

"No, Dean, it's not. Libby's an angel." Dean opened his mouth to argue when Libby chimed in.

"It's true, Dean. I am an angel," Libby told him with a slight smirk. Dean scowled at the girl.

"I would stab you if you weren't sick and we didn't need you." Libby just shrugged at his empty threat. "Sam, can I talk to you outside please?" Sam stood his ground. "Sam." Sam rolled his eyes, but followed Dean outside of the motel room. Once outside, they shut the door so that Libby couldn't hear. "Are you crazy, man? Imagine if a demon or an angel found out about you two. Imagine the chaos. They'd use it against you two."

"Dean, it was nothing. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing," Sam replied. Dean shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

"That-that wasn't a spur of the moment. I've seen you two for the past few weeks, Sam, and there's some chemistry or something going on there. Like at that stupid convention when she was getting back at Becky, you took it to the next level, pretending to be a couple. Libby didn't ask for that. She was just trying to prove something. And the way you're always so worried about her when she just falls or trips," Dean explained. Sam rolled his eyes.

"She's a clumsy girl, Dean." Dean shook his head.

"No, Sam, it's not even that. You've got it bad for her. So, tell me, Sammy; what's gonna happen after we win this thing? Libby's gone after she kills or locks away Lucifer. She's gonna go back and do her job that was assigned to her by God. God, Sam. Some guy isn't just gonna hold her back!" Dean yelled. "What happens if she dies in the process of us taking down Lucifer? Huh? What are you gonna do then?"

"I'm not even gonna think about that because it's not going to happen. Dean, Libby's powerful. She's got her sword and she knows Lucifer's weaknesses. We're going to defeat him and we're all going to make it out alive." Sam scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't say anything when you sleep around but the one time I make out with a girl-"

"She isn't a girl, Sam, she's a monster!" Dean roared just as the door opened to reveal Libby. Sam spun around at the sound of the door, Dean staring over his brother's shoulder. Libby opened her mouth before closing it. "How much of that did you hear?" Libby rested her weight against the door frame for support.

"Enough to conclude that you hate me," she spat. She looked to Sam. "I found a case you guys might be interested in." The brothers exchanged glances before going back into the motel room, Libby sitting down on the nearest bed.

"They...ate each other to death?" Dean questioned, reading over the article. Libby nodded. "Alright. Let's go." She hesitated.

"Actually, I think I might sit out on this one. It's in Sioux Falls which is where Bobby lives, so do you mind just dropping me off there?" Libby asked. Dean raised his eyebrows at her. "I need to rest and get my strength back. Besides, maybe he has some books that could help with my father." Dean shook his head.

"No. Nope. Not a chance in hell am I leaving you alone with Bobby," Dean told her. She rolled her eyes. "Now let's go." Libby grabbed her backpack, slowly making her way out to the Impala. She opened the back door and slid in, closing it behind her.

The first few hours of the car ride were awkwardly silent, not even music playing. It was just glances exchanged by Sam and Dean, the boys using their brotherly telepathy to have a conversation. Libby turned the page to her book when Dean spoke up, clearing his throat. "Hey, Libby?"

"Hm?"

"Has Sam ever told you about his track record with girls?" Libby looked up just as Sam sent a death glare at Dean. If looks could kill then Dean would be slaughtered. Libby shook her head, knowing that Dean was watching her in the rearview mirror. "They've all somehow died." Libby scoffed, shaking her head.

"That's low, Dean. Even for you," Libby hissed. After a few seconds she shook her head, sliding her book into her backpack. She buckled the sheath holding her sword around her waist before looking up. "Stop the car."

"What?" Sam asked.

"Stop. The. Car," Libby demanded, a certain authority in her tone. It's one the Winchesters had never heard. Dean slowed to a stop in the middle of the highway, turning around in his seat to look at Libby. Libby slung her bag over her shoulder and opened the car door. Her phone was fully charged and she had two portable chargers in her backpack. She got out of the car, slamming the door behind her, and started walking.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked, rolling his eyes. Libby didn't reply. She just kept walking. "Libby!" Annoyed, she stopped and turned around to see Dean and Sam standing just outside the car, leaning on the top of the Impala's doors.

"I'm going to find my father on my own. I'm not going to sit in a car for hours listening to you talk crap about your own brother just because you don't like me," Libby said loudly, not quite yelling, but still mad. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. I won't say anything." Libby laughed in disbelief, shaking her head.

"You just don't get it, do you, Dean?" Sam and Dean stared at her in confusion. "Not everything is about you. Maybe you should put your ego aside and realize that Sam and I have feelings, too. I get that you don't like me. I really don't blame you."

"Libby-" Libby held up her hand, cutting Sam off.

"No, Sam." She looked back to the older brother. "But hating me doesn't give you the right to control either of us like that. I was helping you to help. Now I'm just gonna gank Lucifer on my own. If I have to be the one to throw him in the Cage, then sobeit."

"You don't even have the rings," Dean deadpanned. Libby shrugged, not caring.

"Doesn't matter. I'll find a way. I always do. You two have fun with your case. I'm going to go stop the Apocalypse like I was meant to do," she snapped, turning on her heel and walking down the side of the highway. Libby looked like a geek to every car that passed by. Every driver eyed the sword on her side in curiosity before wondering how a girl could walk for miles in black knee high high heeled boots, skinny jeans, and a leather jacket.

Much to Sam's dismay, Dean had done as told and continued on to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to catch whatever was making couples eat each other, and not in the sexual way.

Libby was still weak, getting lightheaded every now and then. But she pushed through it. It wasn't until she walked in a diner did she realize just how badly she planned out her departure from the hunters. Sam stood in the line at some off-name fast food restaurant, waiting to order, while Libby stood at the door. "Ma'am, are you going or not?" a voice behind Libby snapped loudly. Libby turned and eyed the old woman before stepping aside, muttering an apology. She was just about to leave when Sam called out her name.

"Libby?" Libby gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, thinking of a way to play it off and leave. "I thought you-"

"I was stopping for a bathroom," she lied. Libby was craving a burger, something she hadn't had in a few days due to her illness. "I'll just go somewhere else." Libby pushed open the door when Sam hopped out of line and rushed over, grabbing her arm. "Sam-"

"We need to talk about what happened." She shook her head.

"We really don't, Sam. Let's just leave it alone. I-I need to go," Libby stuttered, getting flustered by how close Sam was standing to her. She gulped, never looking away from his eyes. He tilted his head to the side, studying her.

"Something's wrong," he stated. Libby shook her head again. Yet another lie. "I'm sorry if you didn't want me to kiss you. It's just that you never pushed me away."

"N-no, it's not that. Sam, I really should be going. I'm limited on time by foot," Libby said. Sam shook his head, his grip on her arm tightening. Libby glanced down at his hand before looking back up into his eyes. "Please let me go. I'm behind schedu-"

"No. Come with me." Sam glanced around the fast food restaurant before tugging Libby over to the Impala parked in the parking lot. Libby mentally scolded herself for not noticing the car when she walked past it. It stood out like a demon in Heaven. It was that noticeable. She reluctantly slid in the passenger seat as Sam got in the driver's seat, the duo closing their doors at the same time.

"Why did you kiss me?" Libby blurted out. Sam sighed. He was calm, his heart rate normal. But Libby's heart was like a bat out of Hell. It pounded in her chest, the blood pumping through her veins furiously.

"Why do people kiss people?"

"Because they're hormonal?" Libby guessed. Sam sighed, shaking his head. "You don't like me, Sam. That's absolutely impossible. I mean we're so different and I just-"

"Are we really that different?" he asked.

"What?" Libby seemed taken back by the question. "Of course we are! You're human and I'm an angel hybrid. You're a good person and I'm-"

"Misunderstood," Sam said, knowing where Libby was going with that thought. Libby frowned. "We're really not that different, Libs. I mean, you're the daughter of Lucifer and I'm-"

"A hunter." Sam glared at the redhead.

"The boy with the demon blood," he corrected. Libby's heart dropped when she heard him say that. He still blamed himself for something he couldn't control. "We were both misunderstood. What Dean said was just him being an ass. He does it all the time." Libby went to reach for the handle of the car door.

"I really need to be going. I'm sorry," she said. Sam tugged Libby towards him, her hand released the handle of the door and falling in her lap. Sam stared at her for a second before leaning down to kiss her. Libby turned her head immediately, Sam's lips grazing the corner of her jaw. He frowned, pulling back. "No," Libby whispered.

"Tell me why."

"Because."

"Because why, Libby. I just want to know what I did wrong." Libby didn't answer and she didn't look at Sam either. She just sat there, staring at the back of the seat. Sam thought for a moment, trying to find any reason why Libby would deny him. He saw the way she looked at him. Even Dean and Becky could see it. Then it hit him. "Libby, have you ever kissed someone before?"

"Yes."

"Before me?" Sam clarified. Libby shook her head.

"No." Sam ran a hand through his hair, guilt eating at him. Sam turned and started the Impala, Libby's eyes widening. "Where are we going?"

"Motel," Sam replied as he backed out of the parking lot.

"You're kidnapping me?" Libby shrieked in disbelief. "Sam, stop the car. I need to go."

"Why? So some demon can pick you up and bring you to Lucifer? So some angel can kidnap you and lock you away? No. No way. You're still weak, Libby. Right now you need our protection," Sam explained. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm not five. I can handle myself." Sam sped up, the motel only minutes away. Libby let out a huff of air as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Your brother's just going to kick me out."

"No, he isn't. We talked it over." That was all Sam said. No other words were exchanged. Neither hunter snuck glances at each other. They just kept their eyes on the road for the next few minutes. It was quiet, the radio turned off. Libby didn't dare make a move to turn it on, afraid that it would make one of them speak to the other.

"How'd it go?" Dean asked as Sam entered the room. Dean sat with his legs crossed on the table, book in hand. Libby stayed outside of the motel room, listening to their conversation.

"Um...No EMF, no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out." Dean stared at his shoes, thinking in confusion.

"Hmm. That's where I was puttin' my money."

"Nope." Dean sucked in a breath, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Well, then what, then? Oh, dude! At the coroner's-- you didn't see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating a- and they just... kept going. I mean, their stomachs were full. Like - like...Thanksgiving-dinner full. Talk about co-dependent," Dean explained as Sam stared at him in disgust, Dean taking a sip of his beer.

"Well-" Sam sat down at the table across from his brother. "I mean, we got our feelers out. Not much more we can do tonight. All right. I'm just gonna go through some files. You can go ahead and get going," Sam said, grabbing his laptop and turning it around. Dean sat up, pulling his legs off of the table.

"Sorry?" he asked, confused.

"Go ahead. Unleash the kraken. See you tomorrow morning." Dean looked to the side, still trying to figure out what Sam was talking about.

"Where am I going?"

"Dean, it's Valentine's day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it-- Uh, unattached drifter Christmas?" Dean nodded, getting up and grabbing another beer before popping off the cap.

"Oh, yeah. Well... be that as it may...I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it this year."

"So you're not into bars full of lonely women?" Dean thought about it before shrugging.

"Nah, I guess not." He took a sip of his beer. Sam stared at him, confused and concerned. "What?"

"That's when a dog doesn't eat-- That's when you know something's really wrong." Dean nodded.

"Remarkably patronizing concern duly noted. Nothing's wrong. We gonna work or what?" Dean sat down at the table, joining Sam again. Sam eyed him worriedly. "Mm!" He pulled the beer bottle from his lips. "Tell Libby she's allowed in. I won't kill her." Libby's eyes widened from outside and Sam stared at his brother.

"Wh-what?" Dean nodded his head to the door.

"You left the motel room door open and Libby's not the best at hiding. Or taming that wild lion's mane on her head. I saw her hair." Libby let the back of her head hit the wall, closing her eyes and mentally scolding herself. "Come on in, Elizabeth. Join the party." Just as Libby stepped in the motel room Dean tossed a beer at her. Libby's reflexes kicked in and she caught it instantly, eyeing Dean warily. "What?"

"Why are you being nice?" Libby asked, narrowing her gaze at Dean.

"I'm not. I'm tolerating you. Also, Sam ripped me a new one on the way here. How'd you get here so fast anyways?" Libby walked over to the table and took the seat next to Sam.

"Um, I hitched a few rides."