"Look, Doctor, I-I-I think the doc was in over his head with this one." Dean pointed at Sam. "'Cause my brother is..." Dean made a crazy sign, circling his finger at the side of his head while letting out a whistle. The doctor, Dr. Fuller, raised his hand to stop Dean.

"Okay, file, thank you. That's-that's really not necessary." Libby watched as Dr. Fuller grabbed his clipboard and pen, focusing his attention on Sam. "Why don't you tell me how you're feeling, Alex?" Sam sighed.

"I'm fine. I mean, okay, a little depressed, I guess," Sam told him. Dr. Fuller continued to scribble notes on the paper.

"Okay. Any idea why?" he asked, never looking up. Sam glanced over at Dean and Libby before answering.

"Probably because I started the apocalypse," Sam said simply. Dr. Fuller looked up, confused.

"The apocalypse?" Dr. Fuller asked, unsure if he heard him correctly.

"Yeah, that's right." The doctor glanced over at Dean who smiled at him, before glancing back over at Sam.

"And you think you started it?"

"Well, yeah, I mean...I killed this demon, Lilith, and I accidentally freed Lucifer and his daughter, Libby-" Libby gave a small wave to Dr. Fuller. "From hell. So now, he's topside, and we're trying to stop him. Libby is helping us, though."

"I'm on humanity's side, no need to worry," Libby assured him. But her tone of voice told the doctor that she was just playing along for Sam's sake. Dr. Fuller looked over at Dean who just looked exasperated.

"Who is?"

"Me. A-and him." Sam pointed to his brother. "And Libby and this one angel," Sam told him. Dr. Fuller nodded.

"Oh, you mean, like a...like an angel on your shoulder," Dr. Fuller said, thinking he had it figured out. Libby shook her head.

"No. His name's Castiel. He wears a trench coat," she piped up. Dr. Fuller glanced back down at his clipboard.

"See what I mean, Doc? The kid's been beating himself up about this for months. The apocalypse wasn't his fault," Dean defended. Dr. Fuller looked back up, stunned at Dean's words.

"It's not?"

"No. There was this other demon, Ruby. She got him addicted to demon blood, and near the end, he was practically chugging this stuff," Dean replied as if it were nothing. Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She hadn't heard about Ruby since the night she met the Winchesters. Sam looked down, ashamed. "My brother's not evil. He was just...high...yeah? So, could you fix him up so we can get back to traveling around the country and hunting monsters?" Dr. Fuller raised a finger, signaling for the trio to wait, before picking up his phone.

"Irma...cancel my lunch," he said. Dean patted Sam comfortingly on the arm, sending him a reassuring smile. Dr. Fuller glanced up at Libby. "And what's your take on this whole thing, Ms. Wilson?" he asked the redhead. She looked up from her book.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. It's really not their fault. I mean these boys have been through a lot in their lifetime. I think a little help might help them, yeah?" The doctor nodded. Libby's phone rang and she glanced down at it, her eyes widening. "Excuse me. I have to take this," she muttered, walking out of the office. "Hello?"

"A mental hospital? Really?" Meg's voice asked. Libby stared at the phone in confusion.

"Meg? How the heck did you get my number?"

"Phone books, sweetheart. They do exist. Anyways, I thought I'd check in to see if you've changed your mind." Libby shook her head.

"Uh, no. Still not stupid," Libby replied. Meg let out a disappointed sigh.

"That's a shame. Oh well. Have fun with the crazies. You'll fit right in!" Meg exclaimed before hanging up. Libby pulled the phone away from her ear and frowned down at it. She walked back into the office, Dr. Fuller looking up upon her entry.

"Ms. Wilson, was there something else you needed?" She nodded, handing him a stack of forged paperwork.

"Yes, actually. I read somewhere that you're looking for more nurses. I'd be happy to be a temporary one," she replied. "I'm great with people of all types and I think keeping an eye on the boys would be the best thing for me. For all of us." Dr. Fuller nodded.

"I'll get your paperwork to the front desk then. Welcome to the team, Nurse Wilson." Libby grinned, surprised at how easy that was.  

"Doctor Fuller would like to keep you both under observation for a couple of days," a nurse told the brothers.

"Both? Me, too?" Dean asked.

"Yes, Sugar. The doctor thinks that would be best." Dean grinned at his younger brother.

"What about Libby?" Sam asked the overly-happy nurse. She shrugged.

"He said something like she was going to be a temporary nurse, so don't worry. You'll still see your friend," she assured them. Dean glanced over at Sam, impressed. They didn't think Libby could pull it off. She proved them wrong.

Libby walked over to Dean who watched as Sam left with Martin for the group meeting. "Separated you two?" Libby guessed, crossing her arms over her chest. Dean nodded. "Okay, well, on the bright side; I'm a temporary nurse now which means I can leave if I want. Bad news; I couldn't find a way to hide my sword on me so hid it in a locker." Dean's eyes widened.

"You what?" he hissed. Libby rolled her eyes.

"Relax. It's in the box. Only I can open the box. We just have to hope that there aren't any demons here," she replied. Dean nodded before sighing. "So what's the plan?"

"Well, Martin doesn't know what it is and I don't think the other patients here are a reliable source, so we're pretty much starting from scratch. You have access to the bodies, right?" Libby shook her head, Dean muttering a few choice words under his breath.

"Hey, I didn't say I couldn't get access to them. I'm sure I can find a way," she told Dean quietly, glancing around. Libby frowned. "All of these people...is this really what humanity has come to? People want to kill themselves and are seeing things?" she asked softly, careful that no one heard her. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, unfortunately. As you can see, not everyone is as happy-go-lucky as they were when the Earth was first created," Dean said. Libby nodded, her eyes landing on a checker board. She studied it curiously. "It's a checkerboard, Libby."

"What's a checkerboard?" Dean gestured to the table, telling her to sit down.

"It's a game. Why don't I show you how to play?" Dean suggested. Libby nodded, taking the seat across from Dean. "I gotta warn you; I'm amazing at this game."

"King me!" Libby exclaimed with a laugh. Dean just frowned down at the board, looking up at Libby. She cleared her throat awkwardly. "I, uh, I mean, your move." Dean was about to move his piece when a doctor walked up to the duo.

"Eddie?" Dean glanced up at the sound of his alias, Libby doing the same. "I'm Dr. Erica Cartwright. I've been assigned to your case."

"You're my shrink?" Deans smiled seductively at her. "Heh. Lucky me." Libby got up, letting Dr. Cartwright take her seat.

"I'll leave you two to it," she told them. Dean's eyes widened.

"Libby!" he hissed quietly as she started to walk away. Libby heard Dean all too well, but pretended she didn't. "Elizabeth Wilson, get your ass back over here!" he yell-whispered. Libby looked over her shoulder, sending Dean a wink, before walking off to another table to talk with a patient that had already come up to her about the monster. Dr. Cartwright opened up her file, ignoring the scene between Dean and Libby.

"And you're my...paranoid schizophrenic with narcissistic personality disorder and religious psychosis." She closed her file, smiling at Dean. "Lucky me." Dean looked down awkwardly, realizing that he had no chance of hooking up with the doctor.

"I can't believe I'm helping you two break into the morgue," Libby said in disbelief as she used her key to unlock the door. Dean shrugged.

"Hey, you wanted to tag along." Libby rolled her eyes, opening the door and letting the boys go in first. They headed straight for the drawer that held Ted, the patient that had just been killed, and pulled it open, Libby standing watch.

"You two are the reason I'm going to Hell."

"You were already there," Sam retorted. Libby just scoffed, shaking her head. "Besides, if we gank Lucifer then you don't have to go back."

"We already tried that with the Colt, remember? It didn't exactly work," Libby snapped. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, but we have your sword now. That's something." He glanced around the room before nodding his head at the door. "Go stand watch. I really don't think you want to see us mutilate a dead body." Libby gagged and nodded, rushing outside. She closed the door quietly behind her before leaning against it to block the window, one leg perched against the door with her arms crossed over her chest. She cringed as she heard the bone saw startup. She looked up at the sound of a door down the hall opening. She pushed open the door, Sam holding up the brain for her to see.

"Look, his brain's been sucked dry," Sam told her. Libby nodded.

"Great. That's fascinating. Someone's coming," she said quickly. Their eyes widened and they started to put Ted's head back together, Libby looking back around the corner. The nurse advanced closer to the morgue. When Libby could make out the features on her face, she slipped inside the morgue, hiding behind a bunch of cabinets to conceal herself. If she got caught helping then she'd be fired or arrested. If the boys got caught they'd probably just get a disciplinary action. The door opened just as Sam threw his bloody gloves into the trash can.

"What are you boys doing in here?" the overly-happy nurse asked, Sam and Dean looking guilty. Sam glanced over at Dean, unable to think of a lie. Suddenly Dean threw his pants down, his arms up in the air as he jumped up and down.

"Pudding!" he exclaimed. Libby gasped slightly and pressed her back against the filing cabinets, closing her eyes. She had just seen parts of Dean she never wanted to see.

"I'm gonna have nightmares," she whispered quietly to herself. She heard Sam snort lightly, letting her know that he had heard her. But the nurse didn't. The nurse smiled.

"Alright. Come on, you two," she told them, turning around to leave the morgue. Dean pulled up his pants, whispering to his brother.

"Crazy works." They walked out before the nurse who held the door open for them. Once Libby heard them leave she stepped out from her hiding place, breathing a sigh of relief.

"I need new eyeballs," she said before walking out and going the opposite direction as the nurse and the boys.

"Libby, come on," Dean pleaded as they stood in the common room.

"Dean, I would if I could. Dr. Fuller is requesting I sit in on a patient-doctor meeting. I already tried getting out of it, but I can't," she replied. Dean threw his head back, groaning before looking back into the mirror. Dr. Cartwright walked by, stopping when she saw Dean and Libby.

"What's up, Doc?" Dean greeted. Dr. Cartwright leaned against the wall next to the redhead and the hunter.

"You tell me," she replied.

"Hunting. A wraith, actually. Could be anybody," Dean told her. Libby just rolled her eyes at Dean before focusing back on the mirror.

"So, I could be a monster?" she asked. Dean glanced up at the mirror, her face appearing normal, before looking back at her.

"No, you're clean. Libby, however..." Dean trailed off with a chuckle. Libby nudged Dean in the gut.

"If you saw my real face you'd piss yourself," she muttered.

"Why you?" Dr. Cartwright questioned, not hearing Libby's comment.

"Why me, what?"

"Why do you have to hunt monsters? Why not let someone else do it?" Dean shrugged and smiled slightly.

"Can't find anybody else that dumb." Dean stopped, thinking about it for a moment. "It's my job. Somebody's gotta save people's asses, yours included."

"So, is there a quota? How many people do you have to save?" Dean looked back to Dr. Cartwright, but Libby beat him to the answer.

"All of them, Dr. Cartwright. He was told he has to save all of them," she said with a breathless sigh, never taking her eyes off of the mirror.

"All of them? You think you have to save everyone?" Dean nodded, replying without hesitation.

"Yep. Whole wide world of sports."

"How?" Neither Dean or Libby answered. They just looked at her, Dean licking his lips, but didn't feel like telling her the truth. "Believe me, whatever you've got, I've heard weirder."

"It's the end of the world, okay? I mean, it's a damn Biblical apocalypse, and if I don't stop it and save everyone, then no one will, and we all die," Dean explained. Dr. Cartwright looked to Libby who just shrugged, having to play the nurse who supports her friends.

"That's horrible," she replied. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"I mean, apocalypse or no apocalypse...monsters or no monsters, that's a crushing weight to have on your shoulders. To feel like six billion lives depend on you...God...how do you get up in the morning?" Dean stared at Libby, thinking for a moment. He didn't know how he got up in the morning. Sam didn't know how he got up in the morning. Even Libby didn't know how she got up in the morning. They just managed to do it.

"That's a good question." Dr. Fuller walked up to the three, smiling at them.

"Hello, Eddie, Nurse Libby," they both gave Dr. Fuller a curt nod, neither noticing that he never greeted Dr. Cartwright.

"Doc." Libby looked up into the mirror, her eyes widening. She nudged Dean, nodding her head at the mirror. Dean's eyes widened when he saw the decaying face instead of the normal human one that he was accustomed to.

Hours later Libby and Dr. Fuller were walking down the hall back to his office. "I'm glad you could join us, Ms. Wilson. It's a pleasure having you here," he told her. Libby nodded.

"Yes, well, my friends agreed to go only if I was a nurse here. They just need a part of normality, you know? All of this Apocalypse crap in their minds...it's horrible," she replied. Suddenly Sam jumped out from around the corner, slicing a blade down Dr. Fuller's arm. Libby's eyes widened when she realized that he was human and not the wraith. But she had seen it with her own eyes. He was the wraith. Sam fought off two security guards, ready to stab Fuller, when Libby grabbed his arm and held him back. "Sam, stop! It's not him! He's not the Wraith!" Libby yelled. "Look at his arms. It's not burning, it's bleeding. He isn't the Wraith." Libby took the envelope opener from his grasp, pocketing it and helping Fuller up. "I'm so sorry," she apologized. He stared at the two, eyes wide.

"What's going on?" he demanded. Sam gulped, looking to Libby for help.

"He's just confused. I'll get him to his room," she told him.

Libby stood up straighter as Dean walked out of Sam's room. "He thinks I've snapped," were the first words out of Dean's mouth.

"Well, can you blame him?" Libby replied as they walked down the hall. "Dude, you two are working with me. I don't think I would even work with me if I were in your shoes. Look, we made a mistake, but I swear I saw that Fuller was the wraith," Libby explained. Dean nodded.

"No, I saw it, too." Dr. Cartwright walked up to the two, now walking with them.

"You missed our session today," Dr. Cartwright told Dean.

"I'm busy," he replied. Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Dean, who are you talking to?" Libby asked. Dean stared at the redhead as if she were nuts. "Seriously, dude. I didn't say anything that you could use that as a reply to."

"Nurse Elizabeth Wilson to Corridor five," a woman over the PA called. Libby sighed.

"That's my cue. And seriously, Dean. Get a grip. You don't have to play crazy," she told him with a shake of her head before walking away.