I'm bored. Anyone have any good SPN fanfic recommendations? -Lucifer

When the humans would ask her about her absent father, she would lie and say he died when creating the river for them. The humans knew she was born from the Angels but they never treated her any differently. If anyone had found out that Lucifer is her father, she would've been burned at the stake or drowned. He was a dangerous idea to them. To every living being. So when Libby disappeared eighteen years later without a trace, everyone automatically assumed the worst; Lucifer was roaming Earth and took her. After a while they assumed that she had given into the ways of Hell and they stopped looking for her.

So when Libby had stepped into the bathroom in the diner to freshen up, she came face to face with a demon who was quite happy to see her. "Libby, Libby, Libby." She spun around, green eyes wide.

"Who are you?" she demanded, reaching for the blade in the waistband of her jeans. The demon flicked her wrist and the blade flew to the other side of the restroom, out of Libby's reach.

"My name doesn't matter...yet. Your father sent me here to fetch you." Libby tilted her head to the side in confusion. Her father didn't have his vessel yet. "Your angel buddy didn't tell you? Daddy's in his vessel." They was a knock on the main door of the bathroom.

"Libby?" Sam called out. "You okay in there?" She opened her mouth to call out his name when the demon slapped a hand over her mouth, holding the girl against her body. Her screams were muffled by his vessel's palm. Libby kicked, trying to knock down anything she could. So when Sam heard a crash coming from the bathroom, he barreled in to see Libby struggling for her freedom from the demon. "Let her go," Sam demanded. The demon grinned, chuckling.

"Sorry, but I have a delivery to make," the demon replied. Sam whipped out Ruby's knife, slicing it down the demon's arm. She let out a roar of pain, giving Libby the chance to escape. Libby flung herself towards the counter, hiding behind Sam and shaking with fear. The demon scowled. "You bitch!" She lunged for Sam, only to be greeted with the wrong end of the blade.

"Sorry, but Libby isn't going anywhere," Sam said with a grunt before yanking the knife out of the demon's vessel. Libby's gaze traveled from the dead vessel up to Sam, her eyes wide.

"She's dead," Libby whispered.

"And she would have killed you." Libby shook her head. "I think her taking you to Lucifer is a fate worse than death. Now let's go before someone comes in and notices the body."

"We're not going to bury it?" Libby asked with a frown. Sam shook his head.

"Sorry, no time. Let's go." He pocketed his knife and Libby snatched hers from the ground, the duo racing out of the diner. They practically threw themselves into the Impala, Libby clutching the dashboard as Sam sped out of the diner's parking lot.

Sam pulled the car into the parking space in front of their motel room. Libby got out of the car with shaky legs, clutching her stomach. Her eyes widened as she felt the bile rise in her throat. Her legs brought her to a bush before she could even think to move consciously, Sam cringing as Libby heaved up all of the food she had just eaten. He walked over, holding the woman's hair back as she released all of the food and liquids in her system. Sam rubbed her back soothingly.

Libby coughed after a minute or two, wiping her mouth and standing up straight. "You alright?" Sam asked. She nodded weakly, sending him a forced smile. "Come on," he said, nodding his head towards the door to their motel room. "Let's get you some water, advil, and gum." Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What's advil and gum?" she questioned as Sam unlocked the door, letting Libby enter first. Sam sighed.

"Advil is a pill that helps with nausea and headaches, and gum is a flavored cohesive substance," Sam explained. Libby chuckled.

"You sound smart."

"Yeah, I guess I am," Sam replied as he filled a glass with tap water. He handed the angel the glass before digging through his bag in search of a few Advil and a pack of gum. He pulled out the rounded container, opening it and shaking out two little pills. "Don't chew, swallow," Sam ordered, letting the pills fall into her open palm. Libby nodded, placing the pills in her mouth, before taking a sip of water to wash them down. Sam pulled a piece of mint gum out of the package and unwrapped it, handing the white stick to Libby. "Chew, don't swallow."

"So you do the opposite," Libby commented, sliding the stick of gum into her mouth. She started to chew, testing out the flavor on her tongue. She nodded in approval. "It's good."

"I know," Sam agreed. Libby walked over to the couch to lay down. Sam glanced at the girl and then to the empty bed that was meant for him. When they got the motel room they hadn't thought about Libby, only a place to stay while Bobby healed in the hospital. "Tired?" Libby nodded, rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn.

"Yeah. It's been a long day." Sam scoffed, nodding.

"I can definitely agree with you there." Sam nodded his head towards the bed. "Why don't you sleep on the bed?" he suggested. "You know, as long as you don't try to kill me." She smiled tiredly, but shook her head.

"No, I couldn't. That's your bed. I'll just take the couch. It's quite comfy," she lied. It feels like an itchy rock, Libby thought to herself. Sam shook his head.

"Seriously, Libby. It's okay." She bit her lip in thought, looking between Sam, the bed, and the couch.

"Alright," she gave in, walking over to the empty bed. She kicked off her boots and climbed beneath the sheets, the fabric engulfing her in warmth. Sam walked around to the other side of the bed and copied her actions, making sure to leave at least a foot of space in between the two. Libby fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, but Sam lay awake for hours.

A girl had shown up on their doorstep at the worst of times, claiming to be their enemy's daughter that wanted to kill Sam, and just twelve hours later he was sharing a bed with her. Sam wondered how his day had gotten that crazy. He wondered how his life had gotten so crazy as to where he was sharing a bed with the literal spawn of Satan, not afraid of her attempting to kill him. He rolled over onto his side, watching as Libby's chest rose and fell in a steady tempo.

Libby woke up to the sun shining brightly through the motel window. Someone muttered a curse word before dropping a glass, the sound of the cup shattering echoing throughout the small motel room. Libby sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking around the room until her gaze landed on a hungover Dean cleaning up glass. Libby sighed and waved her hand, the glass suddenly disappearing. "Yeah, I'm still drunk," Dean muttered to himself. Libby swung her legs over the edge of the bed, shaking her head.

"Nope." Dean jumped and spun around, shocked to see Libby in the room. "I just helped you clean it up," she said with a shake of her hand. He grunted, dry-swallowing a few pills. "Advil. They help," she commented. Dean nodded in agreement.

"That they do. I figured you'd be gone by now." Libby shook her head. "Have a good night with Sam?" he asked. Libby looked over her shoulder at a sleeping Sam, a small smile taking over her lips.

"Yeah. He was nice." Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Nice? What exactly happened between you two last night?"

"He took me to a diner and we ate dinner," she said simply. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"And that's it?" Libby nodded her head slowly, confused as to where Dean was going with this. "No kissing? No sex?" Libby wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"No, Dean, I am most definitely still a virgin." Dean raised both of his eyebrows in shock. "Why do you seem surprised?" Libby questioned as she filled another glass with water from the sink, taking a sip. Dean shrugged.

"I don't know. I guess I just thought that you would've lost it sometime in Hell. I mean you were stranded there for thousands of years." Libby shook her head. "Let me guess; it's a sin," Dean said with a roll of his eyes. Libby shook her head again. "Then what?"

"I didn't enjoy my time in Hell, Dean. No one does. No one thinks of sex unless they're truly messed up in the head. Besides, I was too busy trying to get my father off my back and that's pretty hard to do." There was a faint humming sound that only Libby could hear. She looked around the room, trying to find the source of the noise.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"I'm not sure," Libby answered, the humming getting louder with each passing second. Suddenly the noise jumped a few octaves, making Libby clutch her head and scream out in pain. The windows shattered and the glass that was once in her hand fell to the floor, breaking into a million pieces.

"Libby!" Dean yelled. The redhead fell to her knees in the pile of glass, leaning forward in a fetal position with her hands still covering her ears. The noise only grew louder and the pounding in her head got worse. "What's going on?"

"Make it stop!" she cried out. Sam was now awake, rushing over to Libby's side. "Please, just make it stop!" Sam and Dean looked at each other, exchanging worried glances. They didn't know what to do. Hell, they didn't even know what was going on.

"Make what stop?" Sam asked. Libby didn't reply. She only continued to scream. "Libby, you gotta tell me what's happening or we can't help," Sam said soothingly.

"Ringing...loud...screaming," Libby choked out. She opened her eyes for a split second, her gaze landing on the silver band around her ring finger. She yanked it off, flinging as far away from as she could. The loud ringing noise slowly subsided, leaving Libby a panting mess. When she pulled her hands off of her ears Sam gasped.

"Libby," he muttered. "Your ears..." A trail of blood ran down from each ear. Libby swiped her finger across her right ear, pulling her hand away to stare at the blood in shock.

"That noise...it wasn't human," she whispered. Dean scoffed, nodding.

"Obviously. We couldn't hear anything," Dean told her. She frowned, looking around the room. "The windows all broke." His eyes widened when he glanced out of the spot where the window once sat to see his Impala, a crack running down the middle of the windshield. "It broke my baby," he whimpered. Libby shook her head.

"Actually, Dean, I broke the glass." He stared at her in shock and anger. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize how powerful my scream is. An angel's scream is like....well, nothing you've ever heard," she explained. He pointed a finger at Libby, making her flinch away into Sam's side.

"You broke my car."

"Dean, it's a crack in the windshield," Sam said, rolling his eyes. "That car has been through way worse." Libby looked between the two boys, wondering what Dean would do to her. Dean sighed, nodding.

"I guess you're right." Dean looked back down at Libby. "What the hell was that?" he asked her. She shrugged.

"Beats me. One moment I'm talking to you and the next it's just this loud screaming. It's like someone was calling out to me." Sam looked up from Libby and gulped. He had a hunch on who would do this. Dean seemed to be on the same page as Sam because he got up and snatched the ring that Libby had tossed, studying it.

"Why toss the ring?" Dean questioned. Libby sighed as Sam helped her off of the floor.

"My father gave it to me. I left it in Hell. I don't understand why it came with me. I wasn't even wearing it when I climbed out," Libby replied. Dean studied the ring in his hand, running his finger along the scratches.

"You think he could communicate with her through it?" Sam asked Dean. Dean nodded, shrugging.

"Maybe. I mean this is Lucifer we're talking about. He could do anything for all we know." Libby wrapped her bloody arms around her body, hoping that it would bring at least some comfort to her. It brought nothing. She was still as fearful of her father as ever, and the ringing had only made her fear worse. "Alright, well, let's get all of this cleaned up." Dean gestured to the glass.

"What are we gonna tell the manager?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged.

"We lie our way through it, I guess. I mean we can't exactly tell him that Lucifer was trying to contact his daughter." Libby frowned.

"I didn't mean to bring you any trouble. I can leave if you'd like. I'm sure I could find some place to stay," she told the Winchester brothers. Dean opened his mouth to agree when Sam shook his head.

"No, there's no need for that." Dean shot Sam a glare. Sam shook his head again. "No, Dean! She's got every supernatural being on her ass. The moment Lucifer snatches her up is the moment we're all dead. She stays with us until we figure out what he wants to use her for."

"Or she can come with me." Libby gasped and spun around at the familiar voice, her heart pounding against her ribcage. "I can keep her safe from both the angels and the demons for a while," Castiel said. Libby looked up at the brothers, her eyes pleading them to not let Cas take her. Cas stepped towards her, his shoes crunching on the shattered glass, and placed a hand on her shoulder. She flinched and jumped back. "Elizabeth, I promise I won't harm you. I want to protect you. You're an asset to us winning this war. We could really use your help," Cas assured her. Libby shook her head.

"N-no. No. Not until I speak with Him." Cas tilted his head to the side, confused. "God," she clarified. "Not until I speak with God."

"Libby, we told you; God's gone. I'm sorry," Sam replied. Libby shook her head, stepping in between the Winchesters.

"Then I'm not going." Sam sent her a pleading look, but she just shook her head again. "No." Libby crossed her thin, pale arms across her chest, standing her ground. Cas just sighed.

"Very well then. I suppose I cannot force you to come, so I'll just be on my way then," Cas told her. She looked away from him, not wanting to meet his gaze. "You know how to reach me if you change your mind."