It was a Monday morning, six a.m. with the sun up and shining. Most people were up for work, others getting ready for school, and some going out for a run. Sam Winchester was part of the ones up to exercise. He had just come back, the Bunker door slamming shut behind him, and looked around with furrowed eyebrows. He didn't hear any shuffling in the kitchen or any coffee pouring. In fact, there was no aroma of food or coffee wafting through the Bunker.

He jogged down the stairs, running a hand through his brown locks as he made his way into Dean's hallway and bedroom. He pushed open the door to see his older brother still curled up on his bed, sleeping peacefully for the first time in weeks. Closing the door, Sam walked to Eliza's room.

The door was wide open, the lamp next to her desk still on illuminating the room. He found her bed empty, the sheets and blankets still made with the pillows resting against the headboard. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, stepping in further to see her sitting at her desk. Her head was resting on an open book, a notebook under her hand with the pen next to it. There were notes scrawled out all over the paper in her cursive handwriting, the blue ink seeming to have run out towards the end. Her blonde hair, which was tied up into a ponytail, covered half of the notes, leaving them illegible.

Sam smiled slightly at her sleeping figure, never seeing Eliza so peaceful before. She had always been the violence-thirsty demon since she first arrived at the Bunker, the only thing coming out of her mouth being sexual innuendos or sarcastic remarks.

Eliza's eyebrows furrowed slightly before she moved her hand as if shifting around in her sleep. Sam watched in confusion and before he could even blink he was looking down the barrel of a gun, Eliza now wide awake. His hands flew up and his eyes widened, the Hunter taking a step back. She had moved faster than he realized she could.

Eliza rolled her eyes and lowered the gun, setting it on the desk. "Dammit, Sam. I thought you were Nadia or Gadreel," she muttered, getting up and stretching her arms and legs. Sam rose an eyebrow.

"You thought a gun would stop them?" he questioned, an amused smile on his lips. She just scoffed, shaking her head.

"No, but it'd slow them down or distract them long enough for me to get my sword," she replied, walking over to her closet and pulling a tank top on over her black sports bra. Sam eyed her as she walked, the leggings and tank top outlining her every curve. He had missed her body, but this wasn't Libby. It wasn't his Libby. "Why are you up so early anyways?" She rubbed her eyes and yawned, reaching back and tightening her ponytail.

"I was out for a run," he replied, gesturing to his muscle tank and basketball shorts. Eliza eyed his figure, licking her lips, before turning away. Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, unsure of what to say. They had gotten along well on their case with Kevin, but they hadn't talked since then. It had been two days and no one seemed to talk with Eliza. She stayed holed up in her room hunched over lore books, only coming out when she needed another. "So what were you researching?"

"Huh?" She spun back around to see Sam waiting for an answer, his gaze drifting over to the book and notes on the desk. "Oh." She cleared her throat and walked over, picking up the notebook and handing it to him. "Nadia and Gadreel. Nothing on Nadia, but a bit on Gadreel."

"Oh yeah?" Sam questioned, still skimming through the notes. Eliza crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah. It also mentions me in it." Sam's gaze lifted up, staring at her in shock. "I'm not referred to by name, but it does mention a 'perky redheaded daughter of an Archangel.' Sam, I'm not supposed to be in any type of document relating to the supernatural world. It's a risk for the whole universe."

"Then how would it get in here?" Sam asked, raising the notebook slightly. Eliza shrugged.

"My guess? Someone broke the rules. I mean, no one was even supposed to know about me yet the moment I crawled out of Hell everyone knew me. It seems as if Heaven and Hell had a mole."

"Well, to be fair, all of Hell did know about you since you were living down there a good majority of your life. As Crowley has proved, demons talk." Eliza sighed, nodding. Sam was right. Many demons broke rules and Lucifer wasn't exactly there to punish them. Libby was the only one of the two allowed and able to go back and forth between Hell and Lucifer's lockup. "So we've got nothing?"

"Not that we don't already know, no," Eliza replied, shaking her head as Sam set the notebook back on the desk. She let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't understand how Nadia has lived her life in secret this long. I mean, how could no angel or demon recognize her as something else? We all see each other's true faces." Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

"Don't you see both?" She nodded.

"Yeah. It comes along with the human soul. Most angels just see souls, not your 'meatsuits'," she explained, air-quoting the last word. Sam chuckled. "I see both, and I'm glad I do. It's how I knew you weren't Andrew the first time I saw you."

"Are our souls alike?"

"No. Your faces. Climbing out of Hell, I saw faces before I saw souls. It was quite overwhelming after getting used to a demon's face. In case you didn't know, they're really ugly." Sam laughed again, nodding in agreement. "So, uh, what were you doing in my room watching me sleep?"

"When you put it that way it makes me seem creepy," Sam said. Eliza just shrugged. "And I wanted to see if you were awake or not. Dean's still sleeping."

"Shocker," Eliza replied sarcastically. Sam nodded and sighed. "Well, I'm awake now after almost shooting you in the face. What were you thinking sneaking up on me like that? I could've killed you!" She smacked Sam's bicep, scowling up at him. He frowned and rubbed his arm, soothing the slight pain away.

"But you didn't," Sam pointed out. Eliza rolled her eyes and couldn't help but smile. Sam scratched his upper lip and let his hand fall to his side, crossing his arms over his chest. "I wanted to talk to you, actually."

"So you were lying," the blonde deadpanned.

"I had to see if you were awake in order to talk to you." Eliza raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"And what did you need to talk to me about that couldn't wait until both Dean and I were up?" Sam glanced away. "Unless you don't want Dean to hear which is why you checked on him first," Eliza concluded. "I see. Smart." Eliza walked over and shut the door, leaning against it and staring at Sam. "Alright. Talk." Sam cleared his throat.

"I wanted to ask about what you said to me when Nadia took Libby."

"I said a lot to you. You're gonna have to be more specific."

"What you said about the soulmates. How you're mine," he clarified. Eliza nodded slowly, her gaze falling to the ground as she let out a small laugh. "Is it true? Are you connected to me because I'm Lucifer's vessel and you're a demon?"

"No, Sam, it has nothing to do with Lucifer. Your connection with Lucifer was purely coincidental, plus it made things weird." Sam arched an eyebrow, an amused smile on his face. "The way I seem to see it as is that you and I had stronger...similarities than Dean and I. We, uh, both share the same blood and personality and—"

"What do you mean blood?" Sam questioned. Eliza licked her lips, looking down to the floor.

"The demon blood," she whispered. "You are the boy with the demon blood and I am the daughter of a demon and the Devil. Dean's blood is purer and although it would work with mine, yours works better, to say the least." Sam scoffed, shaking his head.

"I don't understand. What does blood matter in this all? We're just soulmates. It's a bloodline thing, as you said before when Libby was with Dean. How is demon blood any different from our DNA and bloodline?" Sam asked.

"Because as soulmates, we're supposed to have children," Eliza replied strongly, her gaze snapping up to Sam's. His eyes widened and he took a step back. "Like the Cupid said about John and Mary, certain bloodlines have to be formed and destinies created. Obviously Heaven has a plan for a bloodline between the Winchesters and the Original family."

"Gabriel said that Heaven always knew it would end with us," Sam whispered. "There wouldn't be a reason for another bloodline to be created." Eliza nodded her head to the side.

"Heaven also didn't count on Lucifer and I escaping yet and here I am," she retorted, holding her arms out as a gesture before letting them fall and hit her sides. "We're a safety plan. Their Plan B. The only reason I can come up with that would justify us having a child is someone to take my place should I die before fulfilling my duty. Jesus took my place when I was banished, who better this time than my own child?" Sam sat down on the edge of Eliza's bed and stared at the wall, processing everything she said.

"And if we never became Hunters and never found you?"

"We still would've crossed paths and gotten together whether it be a long-term relationship or just a one-night stand. As long as Heaven gets what they wanted then they don't care about us. Don't you see why they're not killing us, Sam? They need us. They need us alive to fulfill some bullshit destiny that may not even matter by the end of the year!" Eliza exclaimed, pacing around her room before stopping and eyeing the notes on the table.

"So they want us to have a child. Or, they want you and a Winchester to have a child."

"Yes."

"That's why when your soul was split into two, Libby was with Dean. They knew that you wouldn't have left Nadia at the time and just in case—" Sam cut himself off, letting his head fall into his hands. He was starting to get a headache from everything. Everything he had felt for Libby was forced.

"They needed to keep the relationships on track. They need a child with Winchester blood and my blood coursing through their veins. They need a child powerful enough to fight whatever comes its way. We are two of the most powerful bloodlines out there, and unfortunately Heaven wants them combined." Eliza closed the two books on her desk, straightening the pens and tossing the dead one out. "Which is why they're not getting a child from me. Ever."

"And if I wanted a family one day? A family with you, or you as a whole at least," Sam asked. Eliza stopped, leaning on the desk in shock. She never thought she'd hear Sam say that to her. She could feel the Hunter staring at her, waiting for her to turn around or to answer. Eliza sucked in a sharp breath, shaking her head.

"We're Hunters, Sam. We can't have families or relationships. It comes with the job description." With that, Eliza walked out of her room, not sparing Sam even a glance as she left.

Eliza's heart clenched in her chest as she made her way to the kitchen, her mind racing a mile a minute. Something had obviously changed with Sam in the past two weeks. He was so adamant on her not staying with them or even being near them in the beginning. He didn't trust her. He didn't like or approve of her ways. He hated her with a burning passion, then suddenly does a complete one-eighty out of nowhere. It didn't make sense to the blonde.

"Morning," Dean greeted. Eliza stopped in the doorway, furrowing her eyebrows and glancing around. She didn't realize she was even walking to the kitchen. Dean turned around, pan of eggs in hand, and frowned slightly at Eliza. "You okay there? You look...I don't know but it isn't you."

"Has Sam been acting...weird to you? Seemed a little off lately?" Dean pursed his lips in thought before shaking his head.

"No. Why? Did something happen?" Eliza opened her mouth to reply then stopped, not wanting to go against Sam's wishes and tell Dean. He wanted the conversation private and it would stay private. "Eliza?"

"Nothing. Nevermind. I'm just gonna go take a shower," she muttered, a little out of it herself. Dean watched her go in confusion, looking up when Sam entered the room.

"Dude, what the hell is up with Eliza?" Dean questioned. Sam shrugged, brushing it off, and walked over to the pan of bacon and stole a piece.

"No idea," he lied smoothly, taking a bite of his bacon. Dean nodded slowly, not quite convinced, before going back to cooking breakfast.

Eliza wandered the corridors until she got to her room, grabbing a set of clothes to go and take a shower. Usually they relaxed her, but she wasn't sure if it would this time. What Sam said had caught her off guard. In truth, Eliza wanted the same thing Sam did, but she couldn't let Heaven win. Not after all that they did to her.

~*~

"Come on, Crowley. Pick up!" Sam tried to keep his focus on the computer screen, Eliza with her head in a book across the table from Sam. She glanced up over the top of the book, accidentally making eye contact with Sam. She quickly looked back down and turned the page, shifting in her seat.

Dean paced the room, phone to his ear as he desperately tried to get ahold of Crowley.

"Where the hell is he? It's not like he's got a social life," Dean snapped. Sam slowly looked up from the computer in front of him, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, are you actually worried?" Sam questioned. Dean scowled, greeted with Crowley's voicemail for the millionth time.

"Too busy inflicting pain to answer. Leave a message."

"Guy's got one job — find the First Blade, bring it back. How hard is that?" Dean asked no one in particular, annoyance showing clearly in his voice. Eliza glanced over at Dean, rolling her eyes.

"It's Crowley. He's not exactly a team player," she reminded him, averting her gaze back to the story of Cain and Abel. Both Sam and Eliza didn't seem to have any luck on the computer or in the lore.

"Yeah, but his ass is on the line, too. He goes missing for weeks on end without a peep?" Dean nodded his head to the side. "Well, not one that makes sense, anyway. Listen to this." He logged into his voicemail and set the phone down on the table in front of Sam, letting a message play on speaker. Eliza set down her book in curiosity, turning her head to the side slightly to hear better.

"Dean. Um..." The rest of the message was incoherent mumbling, something that not even Eliza could make out. Sam furrowed his eyebrows, biting back the laugh that threatened to escape past his lips.

"Wait a second. Did he...Drunk-dial you?" Sam asked in disbelief. Dean snatched the phone back from the table, trying Crowley's phone again.

"Come on."

Sam looked over to Eliza who was already back to her book. Her chin rested in her hand as she skimmed the pages, sighing and turning a page. She furrowed her eyebrows and glanced up, Sam looking back down at his laptop and scrolling down to the next paragraph. Dean glanced between the two and rolled his eyes, ending the call.

"Alright. What's going on?" Sam and Eliza exchanged confused glances, both turning their heads to look at Dean.

"What?" they chorused. Dean set his phone down, leaning his arms on the table.

"You're sitting on opposite ends of the table, you're sneaking looks at each other and then getting all flustered and awkward when you catch each other. It's like two teenagers who won't admit that they have some puppy love crush on each other. What's up with you two? I mean, I haven't heard one snarky, sarcastic remark from Eliza today and you two haven't bickered once. Not once. You guys argue to no end," Dean told them, glancing between the two as he spoke. Sam cleared his throat, averting his attention back to his laptop.

"Nothing happened and nothing is wrong. We're just trying to get work done, Dean. Figure out how to get that stupid blade to kill Abaddon," Sam lied. Well, more like mumbled. He refused to make eye contact with either of the Hunters, mindlessly scrolling down through the website. Eliza rolled her eyes and slammed her book shut.

"Alright. That's it. I'll be doing research in the other room. Let me know if you find anything," the blonde announced, picking up her book and tucking it under her arm. She grabbed her phone from the table and left the room.

"Eliza, wai—" She was gone before Dean could finish speaking. He looked to Sam with a 'what the hell' look. "Dude, explain. Now. I can't keep putting up with this crap!" Sam sighed and pushed the laptop back, glancing at the doorway before looking back to his brother.

"Eliza and I had a talk this morning before you got up."

"Okay. And?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"And I caught her off guard with something. She was researching Gadreel and Nadia and explaining what she found, which was nothing. Our conversation lead to Heaven and soulmates. That's it," Sam explained. Dean nodded slowly, his elbow resting on the table as he scratched his chin in thought.

"Uh-huh. See, she talked about soulmates with me with no problem, so you're obviously leaving something important out. What happened when you started talking about Heaven's wishes?" Dean pressed further. Sam leaned back in his seat, scratching the back of his head.

"Well, soulmates are only necessary to create certain bloodlines and destinies as Cupid had explained to us Libby's first year with us. Pretty much they're so certain children can be created." Dean raised his eyebrows as a gesture for Sam to continue. Sam rolled his eyes. "Pretty much Libby—or Eliza—and I are supposed to have a kid," Sam snapped softly, careful that Eliza didn't hear. Dean's eyes widened and he glanced at the doorway before leaning forward towards Sam.

"Wait. You're telling me that you're supposed to hook up with Lucifer's daughter and have her pop out a kid?" Sam pressed his lips in a thin line, gesturing 'yeah, I guess so' with his hands. "No! You're not having a kid with Eliza. That's like Lucifer having another child."

"I can hear you, you idiots!" Eliza called out from the next room. "I am a celestial being!" Sam and Dean exchanged awkward and embarrassed glances, looking away briefly. "And don't worry, there won't be any children. It's not happening." She was now at her original end of the table, slamming the book back down. "I made that clear." Dean turned in his seat to look at the blonde.

"And Sam?"

"He wants children in the future. I made it clear that it will never happen. Hunters don't get that life." She looked over to Sam and forced a smile on her lips. "You can leave the life, though. I can't promise that Dean and I would follow. We like killing things too much." Dean stared at her with a flat look before looking back to Sam who watched Eliza in disbelief.

"Eliza, even our parents couldn't get past Heaven's wishes. What makes you think we can?" Sam questioned. She leaned on the table, leaning forward.

"Because I have spent my whole life being a perfect little soldier and I am done taking orders from anyone and everyone. I'll merge with Libby, fine. I need her to kill my mother. But that's not an order from Heaven, it's an asset to this war. I won't give Heaven or Hell what they want," she explained. "They're looking for another heir to the throne and they're not getting one." Dean cleared his throat, grabbing the blonde's attention. Her head snapped towards him, eyebrows raised.

"You and Sam seemed to be going along with the plan pretty well up until you died," Dean mentioned. Eliza nodded.

"Yeah. Until God killed me. Worked great," she replied sarcastically. Sam frowned slightly, his gaze falling to the table top. He decided not to question what she meant by God killing her, assuming it was just some figure of speech. "No children. You want a relationship? Let's see how it plays out once I merge with Libby. Until then, everything between the three of us is strictly business. Got it?"

"Yeah," Dean grunted.

"Yep," Sam muttered, tapping his index finger on the table top and refusing to look up. Eliza nodded curtly and pushed her weight off of the table.

"Alright. Now Crowley isn't responding to calls so let's reach him the old fashioned way." Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

"Meaning?" Eliza grinned at the Hunter.

"Crossroads." She drummed her hands on the table before turning and walking away to grab her sword from her room. Sam and Dean sighed and exchanged glances before getting up themselves, meeting Eliza at the Impala.

"You really want a family with her?" Dean whispered as they made their way to the garage. Sam rolled his eyes.

"I meant Libby. Our Libby. I just want her back," Sam muttered, slipping in the passenger seat as they waited for Eliza. Dean nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, me, too. Eliza isn't that bad but I do miss Libby as herself. It was much simpler." Sam scoffed and nodded, hushing Dean when Eliza entered the garage. She climbed in the backseat, tossing the sword on the seat next to her.

~*~

Eliza stepped out of the devil's trap before Sam could finish it, watching as he sealed it with one last symbol. He stood up and nodded, looking to Dean who held a small box. Inside were the necessary items needed to summon a Crossroads Demon, two fake IDs staring back at him with Sam and Dean's faces on them.

"All right, do it," Dean said, placing the box in the hole in the middle of the ground and covering it back up with dirt. Eliza took a step back and crossed her arms over her chest, waiting. Sam rubbed his hands together and let out a breath, glancing around.

"Daemon, esto subiecto voluntati meae," Sam recited. A small woman appeared in the devil's trap, eyeing Eliza on the outside. The blonde sent her a smug smirk just as Sam and Dean turned around to see Snooki staring back at them.

"Winchesters," Snooki greeted, her eyes flickering to a deep crossroads red. Sam stared at her in disbelief and Dean's eyebrows rose slightly.

"I-is that, uh...?" Sam started, slightly startled.

"Well, that explains a lot," Dean muttered, watching as Snooki fixed her hair and her eyes returned to their normal brown. Eliza cocked her head to the side, eyeing the demon.

"What's a Snooki?" she called out. Snooki glanced over her shoulder at Eliza and scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Elizabeth. Hell misses you," Snooki said in a sickly sweet tone. Eliza scowled at her and went to take a step forward but stopped herself, not wanting to risk getting stuck in the devil's trap either. Snooki smirked at her before returning her attention on the Winchester brothers.

"Okay, uh, look...Snooki — can I call you 'Snooki'?" Sam questioned. Snooki shook her head, continuing to fix her long locks.

"No. It's Nicole now," she replied with a smile. Dean looked at Sam, Sam looking over Snooki's head towards Eliza who watched with interest. Eliza shrugged at Sam, gesturing for him to continue whatever he was going to do.

"Okay, then. Nicole... We can do this one of two ways. The easy way — you talk. Or the easier way — " Sam pulled the demon knife from her coat pocket, Eliza drawing her sword from its sheath. "you still talk."

"I vote for number two," Dean chimed in smugly. Snooki rolled her eyes at the three Hunters, more annoyed than frightened.

We just want some basic information on Crowley. That's it," Sam requested calmly. Eliza and Dean exchanged impatient glances. Dean was still a little dazed by the fact that Snooki was actually a demon, but Eliza only wanted to drive her sword through Snooki's chest.

"Google him. Are we done?" Sam started towards Snooki with the knife and her hands shot up, protecting her face as she leaned back. "Whoa! Not the face! Are you crazy? Listen, guys, what happens in Hell stays in Hell. I got nothin'," Snooki yelled out, desperate to keep her life. Dean took a step forward, a small knowing smirk on his lips.

"But you do have a pretty sweet deal with Crowley in charge. If Abaddon wins, you can kiss all that goodbye —"

"All the fancy cars, the book deals," Sam continued.

"Show biz can be tough," Dean told her. Snooki rolled her eyes, scoffing.

"I'm doing fine. Thanks." Dean nodded his head to the side, shrugging.

"Oh. Well, good luck landing your next gig inside a Devil's Trap," Dean said. Snooki sighed, giving in after realizing that they would just leave her there forever or kill her.

"What do you want to know?" she asked in a bored tone.

"Where is Crowley?" Eliza demanded, finally speaking up. Snooki glanced at her before looking back to the two Winchester brothers.

"Last time I heard, he was somewhere in the western Pacific." Sam nodded, looking to his brother.

"Makes sense," he said.

"Really?" Snooki questioned in disbelief. "Floating around in the ocean while his kingdom goes up in flames?" Eliza furrowed her eyebrows, sheathing her sword and cocking her head to the side in confusion.

"Meaning?" she inquired.

"Hell's gettin' crazy. Even the loyalists want to sign on with Abaddon. She's gonna make her move," Snooki explained. She started to fix her hair again, ruffling it delicately without messing it up or chipping a nail on her jewelry. "Are we done? I got a thing." Sam and Dean exchanged looks before looking to Eliza who sighed and nodded.

"Yeah. Go ahead," she said. Snooki smiled, thinking that Eliza was talking to her. She didn't realize she was talking to Sam until he started speaking in Latin.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus—"

"Seriously? An exorcism? We had a deal!" Snooki exclaimed. Dean smirked, chuckling slightly as Sam continued the exorcism.

"See ya, Snooks."

After the demon possessing Snooki was sent back to Hell, the Hunters packed everything up and got in the Impala, making their way back to the Bunker from the closest crossroads. Eliza was situated in her normal spot in the backseat looking down at her phone when Sam turned around to talk to her. She glanced up at the movement, waiting for Sam to speak.

"Eliza, can I talk to you for a minute when we get back to the Bunker?" Sam requested. Eliza and Dean exchanged confused glances but she nodded, looking back to Sam.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Everything alright?" Sam cleared his throat, nodding.

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. I just need to talk to you." Eliza nodded slowly, her gaze shifting towards the road before glancing down at her phone screen and back up at the younger Hunter.

"Okay," she replied warily, watching as he turned back in his seat to face the road. Eliza bit her lower lip in desperation to focus on the lore she was reading, but found herself distracted by Sam's words. He had never wanted to speak to her before earlier that morning, so why now?

~*~

The blonde closed the door behind Sam, turning to look at him as he sat down on the edge of her bed and glanced around the room awkwardly. Eliza's palms rested on the door behind her as she leaned back on it, watching Sam. His gaze fell on her, running over her stance and expression. She patiently waited for him to speak, watching as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked softly. Eliza shook her head. "If it's about earlier, then I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh about it. I'm just—" Sam quickly cut her off with a shake of his head.

"No, no. You didn't do anything wrong. I shouldn't have said what I said earlier. It was uncalled for." Eliza nodded slowly, unsure of what he was talking about. Sam let out a small chuckle, not able to bring himself to look her in the eyes. "I think I just miss Libby too much and we used to talk about stuff like that."

"Yeah, I know. I have her memories, remember?" Eliza sighed. "Sam, I—or Libby—would do anything to have a normal life with you. A house, a job, a family. It's every Hunter's dream, but it just can't happen. We're stuck in this life and Heaven has controlled me, and everyone else, for too long. I'm sorry for being a bitch about it earlier. I just wasn't sure how to take it considering—"

"I hate you?" he finished with raised eyebrows. Eliza pressed her lips in a thin line but nodded.

"Yeah," she whispered, glancing down at the floor. "I don't blame you, though. After what happened back in Grantsburg I would probably kick me out, too. I gave you a false image of who I am and I'm sorry for that. I shouldn't have lied to you or tried to hide it. It was just...instinct." Sam nodded, running his hand down his face in thought.

"I don't hate you. At least I don't think I do." Eliza furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "I know that I should after everything with Libby and Nadia and Gadreel, but I can't bring myself to. I care about you too much," he admitted. Eliza's lips parted slightly in shock. "I want to hate you and I can't. Why can't I hate you? You're not Libby. I don't love you." Eliza sighed and nodded, pushing herself off of the door and walking over to the bed where she sunk down on the mattress next to Sam.

"That's the thing, Sam. I am Libby. Not fully, but I'm her. You're attracted to the darkness in me." Sam looked over to Eliza and shook his head.

"Why?"

"Think back to your past lovers. They've all been affected by evil in some way, whether they were killed by it or a part of it." Sam's gaze lowered to the floor, defeated. Eliza was right.  "You can't run away from what's meant to be by Heaven, but you can fight it." His head snapped up to her and he stared at her in confusion. He didn't know what she was talking about. No matter how hard Libby would try to end things with him they always seemed to end up back together. "I have been running from Destiny since I came back from the Cage. I will not please Heaven in any way, the only exception being the one thing I'm meant to defeat."

"Why oblige with that?" Eliza smiled slightly at her soulmate.

"Because it's in my personal morals. Because I made a promise to Gabriel that I would protect the humans and take down this...thing in order to keep them safe. Sam, I only came back with Dean because I promised Gabriel that I would look out for you two. My duties and my promises are two different things. My duty I do in Heaven's name and my promise I do in mine. You want to be happy? I'm telling you, Sam, that giving Heaven its one wish is not the answer," the blonde explained before getting up and walking over to her desk.

She started to straighten it out from the mess she made when rushing out earlier to leave, placing the cup holding her pens and pencils right-side-up. She grabbed the book that Gabriel had left for her before stopping, her palm pressed flat on the cover as she thought back to Gabriel's words.

"Listen, I've known for awhile now, but now that I know you know, I wanted to say something." Libby cocked her head to the side slightly, confused as to what he was talking about. "You and Sam being soulmates comes with a big risk and a price. I know that he makes you happy and you feel safe around each other, but if he does say yes to your father then you can't argue with him on it." Libby nodded. She understood, and it was Sam's ultimate decision. "If this all works out the way you want it to, I think you two will be happy together. I know things didn't work out with the last one, but I hope things do this time. I approve."

"Eliza?" Sam asked, watching her with worried hazel eyes. "Are you okay?" She cleared her throat and nodded, snapping out of the memory as she continued to fix her desk. Sam had noticed how organized she was, something that he commonly saw in Libby before. She was constantly cleaning up messes, physically and mentally.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." She forced a smile on her lips and turned back to Sam. "Anything else?" Sam tilted his head to the side and studied her, searching her eyes for something. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he was sure that something had changed in Eliza from earlier that day.

"Are you sure you're okay? I've seen that look before. It's the same one you had before you left to fight Azrael," he told her. Eliza pressed her lips into a thin line, glancing off to the side. Sam shifted in his spot on her bed and leaned forward. "You can talk to me, Eliza."

"It's Gabriel." Sam stared at her in confusion. He didn't know where Gabriel came into this. He hadn't been mentioned much lately besides the book. The Archangel was a touchy topic for both Libby and Eliza. "Well, what he told me. When we saw him after we talked to the Cupid, Gabriel told me that he approved."

"Approved? Approved of what?" Sam questioned. Eliza smiled slightly, leaning against her desk.

"You. Gabriel approved of my relationship with you. He knew that his approval meant everything to me and his words only made me want to pursue a relationship with you more. It didn't end well, but..." She trailed off, sighing.

"But you still pushed through everything and kept trying until it happened." Eliza nodded in confirmation. "You really felt something for me, didn't you?" Sam asked, looking up and locking gazes with the demon. She nodded again.

"I love you, Sam. Of course I kept fighting for you. Not only is it my job to protect you—as an Archangel or a demon—but it's my job to let you live and not just survive. I know you had a hard upbringing that I couldn't help you through, but I'm here now." Eliza shrugged. "I know Dean brought me back to help search for Libby and Gadreel, but I'm also here for you guys. Just know that." Sam stared at her for a minute, his eyes wandering all over her body. His gaze landed on her blood red lips, thinking back to how soft they always were and how good they felt. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

Without thinking, Sam pushed himself off of the bed and took long strides towards the blonde, stopping in front of her. He stared at her once more before leaning down, cupping her cheek in his hand as he planted his lips on hers. She tensed for a brief moment, not expecting the action, before returning the kiss. Her hands snaked around his neck, lightly tugging on the ends of his hair as he kissed her. They moved away from the desk, Sam spinning the two around before pinning her against the wall. She let out a gasp, her eyes fluttering closed as his lips traveled from her lips to her jawline, trailing down her neck.

"Sam," she breathed out, her head turned to the side to give him more access. His fingers dug into her hips, squeezing the bare skin revealed by her crop top. Eliza let out a light moan when he started to suck on her collarbone and she gently shoved him away, staring into his hazel eyes. She searched them for any sign of hesitation or regret, but when she found none she leaned forward and kissed him again, pushing him towards the bed. Eliza extended her arm and locked the door with an invisible force, playing with the hem of Sam's shirt before slipping it off.

"I thought—"

"Shh. Don't talk," she whispered, her hands roaming his bare and toned torso. She had missed the feeling of his healthy body after not experiencing it for over a year. The Trials had weakened them both farther than either could ever imagine, but now they were both as healthy as could be everything seemed perfect.

Sam pushed her blue leather jacket off of her arms and to the floor, her black crop top following shortly after. He grabbed onto her arms and pulled the blonde on top of him before turning them over, hovering over the girl with his arms propping him up on either side of her body. It was completely silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing and their lips connecting with the exception of a few small moans.

Eliza reached up and started to unbuckle Sam's belt, throwing it to the ground before his pants followed. His hand grabbed hers, stopping the girl as he stared down at her unsurely. "You sure?" he questioned. She nodded, licking her lips.

"I've let go of those stupid morals. Hunters don't get long, so why not make the most of it?" she replied. Sam eyed her warily, still not sure if they should take it all the way. "I promise you that it will be my personality when I merge. There will be no regrets." That was all it took for Sam to kick his jeans off the rest of the way, unbuttoning Eliza's in the process. He shimmied them down her legs, Eliza lifting her hips in the process to help. She smirked when they moved back further on the bed, Sam's lips trailing down her neck and stopping at her bra line. Swiftly, he removed her bra and tossed it aside before moving down her stomach, a burst of giddiness and excitement erupting inside him when he realized what they were about to do.

"Eliza—"

"Ask again and I will go over to Dean's room and see what he says," Eliza told him. Sam nodded his head to the side, struggling to catch his breath.

"Stop talking. Got it," he said before sliding her underwear off. He moved back up to her lips, kissing her roughly as his hands ran through her blonde locks, desperately trying not to tangle her hair too much. He knew that there was no going back from here...and he was completely okay with that.

~*~

Sam rolled off of Eliza and stared up at the ceiling, panting. She grinned, letting out a small laugh before sighing. Sam looked over to her in confusion, furrowing her eyebrows. "Woah."

"Woah?" he repeated. She nodded, turning her head to meet his gaze.

"Woah. That was the best sex I have ever had. Why didn't we do this sooner?" Sam let out a laugh, staring at her with loving eyes. Something had changed between them that day. Something big.

"Well, we were both dying and you weren't exactly completely recovered from your time in Hell," he replied. Eliza stopped, nodding.

"Oh, yeah." Sam chuckled, shaking his head before turning on his side. He propped his elbow on the bed, resting his head in his hand. Eliza mimicked his actions and stared back at him, smiling. "Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?"

"This. For showing me that we can try and be happy without letting Heaven win. It's going to be hard, but we can do it." Sam frowned slightly.

"Eliza, this isn't a relationship. It was a one time thing," Sam told her. She didn't seem fazed by his reply. She didn't show any sign of reaction. "You know that, right?" She let out a laugh.

"Of course I do. Sam, I know you. After Ruby there's no way you'll let yourself get in a relationship with a demon. But once we get Libby back and we merge then we'll have to work through this. I told you, Sam, that it'll be my personality that will take over. Yeah, she'll still be the Libby you always knew. The only thing will change is her attitude and devotion," Eliza explained. Sam nodded, eyeing her warily.

"You're taking this better than I thought," he admitted.

"I've spent a good majority of my life being tortured and betrayed. I think I can handle a few harsh words," she replied softly with a small smirk. Sam nodded again, letting out a sigh and shrugging. She had a point. This was Eliza they were talking about. She could handle more emotions than Libby could. Eliza's phone buzzed, snapping them out of the moment and grabbing the blonde's attention. The blonde cleared her throat. "We should probably get dressed and get back on the research."

"Yeah," Sam agreed, getting up and grabbing his boxers and jeans. Eliza scrambled around the room for her clothes, quickly pulling them on before fixing her hair. She spritzed herself with some perfume to cover the faint smell of sex before glancing over at Sam. She made sure he was fully dressed before they left the room, Eliza pulling her blonde hair from the inside of her jacket and letting it cascade down her back in ringlets. They had research to do if they wanted to find the First Blade and get Libby back.