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Libby awoke with her hand clutching the blanket to her chest, her red hair sprawled out around her head on the pillow. She reached out to touch Sam when she noticed that the bed was empty. She made contact with a sheet instead of skin and furrowed her eyebrows. Libby sat up and glanced around the room. "Sam?" she called out. There was no answer. Libby swung her legs over the side of the bed and got up, pulling on her discarded clothes. Sam's were gone. Every trace of him was gone from Libby's room. She left the bedroom, her feet padding down the halls of the Bunker. "Sam?" she called out before wincing. She wasn't sure if Dean was still asleep or not and if he was, he definitely wasn't now.

Libby turned the corner to see Sam and Dean sitting at the war table with styrofoam boxes sitting in front of them. A third sat in the middle of the table, untouched. "Why wouldn't she tell me this?" Sam asked Dean. Libby pressed her back against the wall, peeking around the corner of the hall to watch and listen to the brothers conversed. Dean shrugged.

"I don't know, man. She had told me that she didn't want us to worry. You know Libby. She puts us before herself." Sam sighed and nodded. Dean scoffed in disgust, shaking his head. "I can't believe Lucifer would even let that happen to her. Devil or not, that his daughter. I don't understand why he wouldn't have stopped it."

"Maybe he didn't know. I mean weren't the demons given orders not to touch or hurt her? You haven't seen the scars on her body, Dean. They're everywhere and I mean everywhere. I don't think I've ever seen that many scars on someone before." Dean frowned. They had seen Libby half naked plenty of times yet he had never noticed the amount of scars. Only that she had them. He didn't think she got it from torture, but combat. "I can't even imagine what she went through, especially for that long." Dean nodded in agreement and took a bite of his breakfast sandwich.

"What were you two doing last night anyways? The door's never locked." Both Sam and Libby's faces flushed a bright shade of red at the mention of the night before, bringing a smirk to Dean's lips. "Did you two-"

"Not all the way," Sam interrupted. He cleared his throat. "She didn't want to and now I understand why."

"Well, I'm sure that's an interesting first experience for you two." Sam nodded and ate his food awkwardly. Dean seemed to think for a minute, the grin falling from his lips. "When you told Libby you loved her, were you telling the truth?" Dean asked softly. Libby's breath hitched in her throat as she waited for an answer. Sam nodded.

"Yeah. Why would I lie about that? I know how much it means to her."

"So it wasn't just a spur of the moment kind of thing?" The youngest Winchester shook his head.

"No, of course not. Is that what she thinks?" Dean nodded his head to the side. Sam dropped his fork and clutched his hair, shaking his head. "Dammit. I wouldn't lie to her about that. I wouldn't lie to her period."

"Well, I mean you did knock her out," Dean pointed out. Sam nodded.

"Yeah, but I didn't lie. Dean, you wanna know why our relationships always fail?" Dean glared at his brother even though he knew he was right. "We lie. We lie for a living and it's a natural reflex. I'm sure you lied to Lisa and Ben and I lied to Jess and Amelia. I'm not making that mistake with Libby. I just can't. Not only is she too important to us, she's too important to the fate of the universe. She's gonna be the one to save us all."

"That's why Jesus was created. I'm sure that if Libby decided not to save the universe then God, wherever the hell He is, would create another Libby or Jesus. Even if He left I'm sure He would find a way to save us if this darkness crap threatened us. What is it anyways?" Sam shrugged.

"Don't know. She won't talk about it. I don't want to push her, but all she says is that it won't happen until after we're gone. I-" Sam stopped talking when he realized something. Dean furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at his brother. "Libby will watch us die one day," he whispered. Dean groaned.

"Dude, stop making everything so depressing." Sam shook his head.

"No, Dean, it's true. She's meant to protect us, so she'll probably be there when we die. She's pretty much immortal, but we aren't. We're human and we have expirations dates."

"We've crawled ourselves out of Hell countless times. I'm sure we got time before we have to worry about that." Sam nodded.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry." He stood up and wiped his hands on his pants. "I'm gonna go see if she's up." Libby's eyes widened when she realized that she was about to be caught eavesdropping. She glanced around the hall before deciding to just step out. Libby walked around the corner of the hall, running straight into Sam. He grunted and she stumbled back, but he grabbed her arm before she could fall. Libby smiled slightly up at Sam, but she wasn't feeling one hundred percent. She was still a little tired from the night before, from both their activities and her panic attack.

"Hey," she whispered. Sam pulled her into a tight hug and Libby immediately wrapped her arms around him. She was too short for her liking as she was not able to fully wrap her arms around Sam's neck.

"Are you okay?" he muttered against the top of her head before kissing it. Libby nodded mutely. "Hungry?" She shook her head. She truly wasn't hungry. Not after hearing Sam and Dean talk about their deaths and how Libby would be the one to watch them die. Dean watched the couple with interest, wondering what they'd do next. Libby pulled away and looked up at her boyfriend.

"Do we have any cases?"

"No, but we do have to go through some files still in the Bunker and take inventory. Do you want to help?" Libby shrugged, but nodded.

"Sure. I'll go grab some." She turned on her heel to walk away when Sam grabbed her arm. Libby eyed his arm before looking back up at him.

"Why don't I get them?" he suggested. "Maybe you should try getting a little food and water in your system." Libby opened her mouth to argue, but Sam gave her his signature puppy-dog eyes. She always gave into them no matter what they were arguing. She couldn't remember any time besides the Benny situation where she didn't give in.

"Alright," she replied reluctantly, walking around Sam to get to the War Table where Dean sat. He looked up at the sound of Libby's footsteps, pretending that he wasn't just listening to their conversation.

"Good morning, Sunshine," Dean greeted as he slid the untouched box of food in her direction. "How'd you sleep?" The redhead sent him a small smile and shrugged.

"Okay. And you?" Dean nodded in reply.

"Same as always." Once he knew that Sam couldn't hear them anymore he sent Libby a suggestive wink as he said, "Have a good night with Sam?" Libby's cheeks tinted red but she couldn't help but smile. It was amazing, all up until the panic attack.

"Yeah. He was nice." Dean raised an eyebrow. It felt like deja vu to the both of them from the first morning that Libby had spent with the brothers. Dean had asked the same thing after he woke up, hungover, and saw Libby still in the motel room.

"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."

"Nice?" Libby nodded. "Libby, people don't describe sex as nice." She just shrugged and opened the styrofoam box, frowning down at the greasy food. Normally she'd be all for it, but she just wasn't feeling it at the moment. "Everything okay?" Libby's eyes shot up to see Dean staring at her with a worried expression. She nodded, forcing a smile on her face, and pushed the box away.

"Yeah. Just not hungry is all." Sam walked in at that moment with a few boxes in his hands. The boxes kept him from seeing the table, so Libby quickly grabbed the sandwich from the box and tossed it in the garbage next to her. She knew that Sam would get mad if she hadn't eaten her food. Dean frowned and shook his head at Libby, letting out a disappointed sigh.

~*~

"What the hell is this?" Dean asked with a sigh as he examined a wood and glass case. "Spear of Destiny? What is this -- God's toothpick?" Sam ignored him, typing away on his laptop while Libby was asleep on the table. She had been going through the boxes all day with Dean and she was exhausted. She was sitting on the table at one point before lying down and never getting back up. "You know, would it have killed these asshats to label these boxes in something other than hieroglyphics? It's ridiculous." Dean picked up a small box, turning it over in his hands before glancing towards his brother. "Hey. You listening to me?"

"Yeah. It's, uh-" Sam cleared his throat. "Fascinating stuff." Dean opened another small box and pulled out a red and gold egg, opening it. "You should probably, uh, write it all down in your journal for the archives, you know?" Sam cleared his throat again, this time louder. Libby furrowed her eyebrows as she sat up. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." She shook her head, waving her hand groggily.

"No, no. I needed to wake up anyways."

"Yeah, thanks. You're a lot of help," Dean told them sarcastically. "Hey, Doc Holliday, you alright over there?" Sam nodded.

"Uh, yeah." Sam grabbed a napkin and coughed into it, looking down when he pulled it away. It was dotted with blood. "Um-" He cleared his throat. "I'm fine." He tossed the bloody napkin into the trash, frowning down at the uneaten breakfast sandwich. "Hey, Libby?"

"Hm?" The redhead glanced over to Sam.

"Why is there a breakfast sandwich in the trash?" Her eyes widened and she looked to Dean who just shook his head, signaling that he wasn't going to help her.

"Oh, I, uh, I-"

"When was the last time you ate?" Libby furrowed her eyebrows in thought. "If you have to think about it then it's not good." She rolled her eyes.

"Sam, I don't need to eat as much as you two. I'm just stressed is all. Must be getting to my human appetite." She sent him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine."

"Hey, check this out," Dean called out as he walked in the control room where Libby and Sam were sitting. They both looked up to see Dean holding up a porno magazine.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? You kidding me? This is a first edition, dude. You know what this would go for on eBay?" Sam looked up from his laptop again.

"What's eBay?" Libby questioned, glancing between the two boys.

"It's a site where people sell things they don't want," he explained. Libby nodded and Sam directed his attention to his older brother. "No. Why? Do you?"

"No. Maybe." Sam nodded and stared at him with an amused smile. "Shut up." Libby chuckled, shaking her head. "You find anything?"

"I did, yeah -- uh, dead bodies showing up all over the Midwest last week. Benton, Indiana; Downers Grove, Illinois; uh, Novi, Michigan; and then again last night in Lincoln Springs, Missouri," Sam explained as Dean sat in the chair next to Libby, reading his porn magazine.

"And how is this us?" Dean questioned.

"Because each of the victims had severe burns around their eyes, hands, and feet, puncture wounds through the backs of their hands, eyes and internal organs liquefied." Dean listened as Sam spoke, nodding and smacking his lips.

"That sounds like us," Libby commented. Sam nodded at his girlfriend.

"Yeah. Also, no link between any of the victims. Uh, one was a real-estate agent. Another was a local historian. Woman killed last night was a teacher," he added.

"So, chupacabra," Libby said, making Sam chuckle. "What do we got? Power tools gone rogue? Wait -- are we talking a-a 'Maximum Overdrive' situation here?" Dean raised his eyebrows, impressed with Libby's knowledge of pop culture. She had really been brushing up on it with all the time she had on her hands in the Bunker.

"I don't know. Worth a shot, though. I'll grab my gear. We should probably leave in five." Dean nodded, still focused on the magazine.

"Mm-hmm."

"'Less, of course, you need some more time with Miss October," Sam said as he got up. Dean's head snapped up.

"What? Oh. Yeah. Yeah, make it ten," Dean replied. Sam chuckled and left the room to grab his stuff. Libby furrowed her eyebrows at the trash can, nudging Dean's arm.

"What's that?" she asked softly. Dean leaned forward and picked up the trash can, staring down at the bloody napkin. Libby's eyes widened. "Oh no." Dean raised an eyebrow at Libby.

"Do you know something I don't?" Libby gulped. She didn't want to tell Dean what she knew, but she didn't want to keep it from him either. "Libby," Dean said with a warning tone in his voice.

"If Sam completes the trials, I'll end up failing to protect him."

"He'll die?"

"He could. There's no way of knowing unless he actually goes through with it." Dean opened his mouth to yell at the redhead when she slapped her hand on his mouth, hushing him. "If Sam knows that we know then he'll get pissed and leave, completing the Trials on his own. Do you want that?" Dean let out a defeated sigh.

"Is there a way to fix him?" Libby shrugged. "What about you? What's been going on with you?"

"I'm not sure-"

"You're barely eating, you're sleeping more, you're less social. Something's up with you." Libby rolled her green eyes at the older Winchester and hopped off of the table. She went to walk away but Dean grabbed her arm. She glanced up at Dean who stared at her with worried eyes. "I'm serious, Libby. If I'm gonna lose Sam to this then I can't lose you, too."

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Dean. It might just be my powers. Relax, okay? Some cold won't kill me." She sent him a reassuring smile, but neither of them believed it. "Let's go get our gear for this hunt, alright?"

~*~

"Stay in the car," Sam ordered. Libby opened her blood red lips to protest but Sam just shot her a glare.

"Why can't she go?" Dean questioned. Sam sent him a look that told him to stop talking. A look that told him they'd talk about it when Libby wasn't around. But Libby knew that look all too well. She used it on the boys whenever the other was in trouble. Dean held his hands up in surrender and turned on his heel.

"Sam, why can't I go?" Libby asked. Sam sighed at the woman, shaking his head.

"Just stay here, okay? Trust me on this. I got a bad feeling about it."

"Which is why I should go!" she argued. "I could be there to protect you." Sam glared at her and slammed the Impala door shut, making her jump back in her seat. She scowled at her boyfriend through the window as he headed up the pathway with his brother in their Fed gear.

"I'm worried about her, Dean," Sam said. Dean furrowed his eyebrows at his younger brother. "You've noticed the way she's been acting."

"Yeah, I have, and she told me it was just some angel cold or whatever. Said that it's a result of her powers getting stronger. I get it. She's losing the physical human needs and abilities to become what she has to become." Dean shrugged. "Sounds legit." But Dean didn't believe it. He just wanted to convince Sam that she was okay so he wouldn't make himself worse.

"I don't know," Sam replied, knocking on the front door. "Maybe it was from that angel we interacted with."

"Like an angel virus? What would the angel have done? Slip Demon Blood in her system? Not possible." The door opened, ending their conversation, and the brothers flashed their badges.

Libby sighed from her seat in the car, reaching for her phone when suddenly she couldn't breathe. Her eyes widened and she threw open the door of the Impala, leaning out just as bile and blood left her mouth. She heaved for a minute or two before it was gone, her stomach empty, wiping her mouth. She stared down at the puddle. The blood was thick and she realized that it was the only thing that came out besides a bit of saliva. There was no food because she hadn't eaten in two or three days.

Libby thought back to the bloody napkin in the Bunker that Sam had coughed into. The Trials were making him sick, but what was making the angel sick?

Elizabeth sighed and drummed her fingers on the table as she, God, and Metatron sat around a table. Metatron had a tablet of wet clay in front of him, swirling hieroglyphics into it. "Is there something you'd like to say, Elizabeth?" Metatron asked with a bored tone. Elizabeth looked up, her head resting in her hand. God and Metatron stared at her expectantly with raised eyebrows.

"What? Oh. No." She couldn't help but frown down at the tablet in front of her, licking her lips. "It's just...what happens to the person who completes the Trials of the Demon Tablet? Can a human even endure all of that without dying?" Metatron and God exchanged glances before looking back to the teenage girl.

"Well, Eliza, not everyone can survive," God told her. "Sacrifices have to be made."

"Well, of course, but-"

"It's just how it has to be," Metatron told her. She shook her head.

"It doesn't have to be that way, Metatron."

"Then why don't you protect the human who does the Trials? If you're so worried about them, then try and save them," Metatron suggested sarcastically. The hybrid nodded as she thought it through. "I'm not actually serious, Eliza-"

"No, no. I like the idea." The redhead looked to God as if asking if she could do it. He shrugged.

"I mean I don't see why not. I can't promise that you'll save them, but you can try." A grin tugged at Elizabeth's lips at those words, bringing a small smile to God's face. He loved seeing her happy. He knew it was from an empty promise, but to Him it was worth it. She would probably forget about the tablets with time.

"May I be dismissed?" Elizabeth had made plans with Andrew to take him to the beach that Gabriel had created. He had never been and she planned on showing him her favorite place on Earth. God nodded to the girl and she hugged Him before rushing out.

"Goodbye to you, too, Elizabeth," Metatron grumbled. God shook His head, smiling lightly. "I don't understand why she's so excited to see a boy. He's a human."

"She loves him, Metatron." God looked back to the Scribe. "Let her be happy. We knew it won't last long." There were only two years left before He'd have to banish her to Hell and He wasn't looking forward to the day. That's why He let her do whatever she pretty much wanted to make her happy before He betrayed her. And betray her, He did.

~*~

"So, somebody's killing demons," Dean said as they walked down the sidewalk back to the Impala. "Well, that is awesome. I feel like we should send a card or flowers. What kind of flower says 'thanks for killing demons'?"

"Yeah, but who's killing demons? And why? And, by the way, since when does a demon possess someone, then go all 'Beautiful Mind' and -- and start digging in the dirt? Does any of this seem right to you?"

"I like the part about killing demons. That sounds right." Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. He went to get in the car but stopped at the puddle of blood right outside Libby's door. He glanced in the backseat to see that she was asleep.

"Dean." Sam nodded his head towards the puddle and Dean walked over, studying it. "Something's definitely wrong with her." The brothers looked through the window with worry and sorrow at the sleeping redhead curled up in their backseat. She clutched the Sword to her chest in hopes that it would heal her, but she knew it wasn't working.

~*~

"So, real-estate guy's wife said he was acting weird," Sam started to explain, closing the door of the Impala as he got out. Libby followed despite the brothers' protests. She had her Fed gear on like the boys, buttoning her blazer as she walked up the sidewalk with them. "Uh, historian's hubby said the same -- just got all obsessive and then weird. No one saw any black eyes, but still, where there's smoke, you know... I wonder what they're all looking for."

"Well, Wendy Rice here was the last person to speak with Ann, so let's see if she can tell us," Dean replied as Libby knocked on the door. She got out her badge along with Sam, checking to make sure she had the right one. A woman with purple and blue hair curlers in her brown hair opened the door.

"Special Agent Lynne. These are my partners, Special Agents Tandy and Bevan. We'd like to ask you a few questions about Ann Morton," Sam told her. Wendy nodded.

"Oh. Uh, uh, uh, of course. Please come in." The trio of Hunters stepped in as Wendy stepped to the side.

Wendy Rice placed a tray down on the table in front of them, handing each 'Agent' a white mug. "I had never met her before she called the other night."

"Now, why was she calling you?" Sam asked as Wendy sat in the chair across from them. Libby eyed the mug in her hand but never took a sip, and instead set it back down on the tray. She flashed Wendy a smile and ignored Dean's pointed glare.

"She was looking to find an original map of the city," Wendy told them. She seemed nervous and self-conscious, but Libby would, too, if two good looking agents and their pretty partner had showed up on her doorstep while she had curlers galore in her hair.

"Did she say what for?" Libby questioned. Wendy shook her head.

"Well, she -- she didn't, but she did mention an -- an old orchard that had gone missing," Wendy stuttered. Libby almost felt bad for the woman.

"Missing?" Dean inquired with furrowed eyebrows. Wendy nodded, clutching her mug.

"This -- this town was wiped from the earth by one of the river's 100-year floods. It was -- it was rebuilt. But all the original records were -- were lost." She smiled, playing with a curler in her hair. "I'm -- I'm a PhD candidate. And this -- this is my research. I, uh... My dissertation is -- is on the history of this town and, uh, its connection to the Underground Railroad and -- and -- and whatnot." Wendy eagerly hopped up and trotted over to her desk where she grabbed a pink binder before coming back. Whatever was in it excited her and Libby felt herself smile. "I've been working to re-create a map for years as part of my research, and this -- this is the old Jakubiak orchard there." Wendy pointed to a spot in the middle of the map she had pulled out, Sam leaning forward and studying it. "I found out yesterday it's where Downey meets Bond Street."

"Now, did Ann say why she was looking for the site of an old orchard?" Libby asked. Wendy looked up and shook her head.

"No. We -- we set a time to meet, and she never showed. Then I read about her in the paper. It's just tragic. Ann's assistant called this morning, though, asking if I still had the map."

"Assistant?" There was a knocking on the door and all four people glanced over towards the door.

"Oh. That's probably him. Maybe he can help," Wendy told them before getting up and walking to the front door. The Hunters followed in curiosity. Wendy Rice opened up the door to reveal three men standing there with a stiff posture. Almost Demon-like. "Oh. Are -- are you --" Their eyes went demon-black at the sight of the Winchester brothers and Libby. Wendy screamed and the demons advanced towards Sam and Dean, Libby pulling an angel blade from her jacket. She regretted leaving the Sword in the Impala, but she couldn't exactly show up as an agent with it on her side. Wendy was flung towards the living room, landing on the table and breaking it from the force.

Libby lunged for one of the demons when she was thrown back against the wall. It grabbed the map and rushed out of the house, leaving Libby weak and limp on the floor with a bloody nose and clutching her wrist.

Sam struggled against a demon when it suddenly glowed orange before falling to the ground next to him with his eyes burnt out from his skull. Castiel hovered over the Hunter, Sam staring at him with wide eyes as Cas held Demon-Wendy by the hair.

~*~

Libby groaned from the couch, still cradling her wrist in pain. She sat in Sam's lap as Dean walked back into the living room with an ice pack in hand. "Put this on your shoulder," Dean ordered his brother. Sam took it, but placed it on Libby's wrist.

"I'm fine," Sam said. Libby pushed the ice pack away. "You, however, definitely aren't. You're hurt, Libby. Take the damn ice pack." Dean sat down next to his brother on the couch and glared at Libby. She grumbled something that sounded like, "Fuckers," under her breath before placing it back on her wrist, wincing at the contact. She didn't know why she was hurt, but she planned to find out.

"The other demon escaped," Castiel informed the Hunters as he walked in the living room. "I bound the one I caught in a devil's trap. I'm gonna interrogate it now." He turned to head out when Sam stopped him.

"Wait a second. Cas. How about you answer some questions first? Like, where the hell have you been?" Sam demanded. Libby was also pretty upset that Cas had left without warning. He had disappeared with Samandriel and then wasn't seen again, except by Libby the one time he saved her ass in Heaven.

"You heard me, didn't you?" Dean asked, his green eyes staring into Cas' back, almost disappointed and betrayed. Libby frowned.

"You prayed to him?" she questioned. Dean just glanced at her, not replying.

"Yes, I heard you. But that's not why I'm here." Castiel turned around and sat down across from the Hunters. He sighed, rubbing his chin. "I've been hunting demons."

"So this is you," Sam said. "Why?" Time froze for Sam and Dean, but not for Libby. She glanced around the room but Cas was gone. She had felt this way before the night they rescued, and then killed, Samandriel. Something was up with Castiel. He was hiding something from them. Libby furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head to the side, studying Cas as he fed them another lie.

"I've been searching for the other half of the Demon Tablet," Cas explained. Dean leaned forward, eyes wide.

"Without us?" he asked angrily.

Castiel leaned forward in his seat and said, "I've been trying to help, Dean. And in my search, I uncovered that Crowley has sent out demons to find Lucifer's crypts."

"Lucifer had crypts?" Dean questioned with raised eyebrows. Libby nodded, grabbing the men's attention.

"Dozens of them, according to him," she replied.

"But why the storage wars? I mean, what the hell are they all looking for?" Sam asked with furrowed eyebrows. Time seemed to freeze again, and this time Libby managed to grab onto Cas and sneak her way to where he went. She glanced around the office she sat in. It was Naomi's office...in Heaven. Castiel's eyes widened when he saw the redheaded archangel behind Naomi in the corner, but she held a finger to her lips.

"It would be more helpful if they knew everything," Castiel told Naomi, willing himself not to glance over at Libby. He'd give her away if he did.

"They cannot be trusted," Naomi responded with a shake of her head as she stared out a window.

"But --"

"Lie, Castiel." She turned from resting her arm on the windowsill to look at Cas. "Tell them what we discussed." Libby managed to get herself back into Wendy Rice's living room in Sam's lap, Cas shooting her a discrete glare.

"They're looking for a parchment that would allow them to decipher Crowley's half of the Demon Tablet without a Prophet," Cas told the Winchesters.

"A demonic decoder ring? In Crowley's hands? Awesome," Dean said sarcastically. Libby couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"The crypts were, uh, lost over time. Only those closest to Lucifer knew their whereabouts," Cas explained. All three heads turned to Libby.

"What?" she asked. Dean raised an eyebrow at her before it clicked. "Wait. You actually think he would've told me? Me? He didn't even trust me enough to tell me where the Gates were if I found a way to escape. I had to figure that out on my own!"

"Then how did Crowley find them?" Sam inquired.

"His demons have been possessing locals who may have some special knowledge," Cas responded. Libby nodded.

"That would explain the crazy room at Ann's house," she muttered. "But how did they know where to start looking in the first place?" Cas shook his head.

"I don't know. I'm hoping the strange-haired demon in the kitchen is more knowledgeable than the others I interrogated." Libby snorted at his description of Wendy Rice's hair, watching as he got up from the chair and made his way into the kitchen where the demon sat bound up.

"Well, he puts the 'ass' in 'Cas', huh?" Dean commented. Sam nodded in agreement.

"He's definitely off," Libby added.

"Off?" Dean glanced over to the redhead with raised eyebrows. "He hasn't been right since he got back from Purgatory. We still don't know how he got out of there."

"I don't know, Dean. If he's so sketchy, then why were you praying to him?" Dean opened his mouth to reply to his brother, but didn't know what to say. He rubbed his mouth, only for them to hear Castiel's voice from the kitchen.

"You know, I can hear all of you. I am a celestial being," he said. Sam, Dean, and Libby exchanged awkward glances before the brothers realized that Libby has probably heard most of their conversations about her. They exchanged nervous glances, making her raise an eyebrow.

"In case you're wondering, yes, I hear you two gossip about me a lot," she stated. Sam gulped and Dean's eyes widened. Libby went to get up to meet Castiel in the kitchen, but Sam pushed her back down on the couch. "What the-"

"No. Stay here, Libby." She sent him a glare. "We got this. Just...go wait in the car or something." She rolled her eyes but obeyed, stalking off to the Impala out front. Once she was out of earshot the brothers exchanged worried glances. "You think she heard us talking earlier?" Dean shook his head.

"Nah. She was asleep. Besides, she would've said something. This is Libby we're talking about." Sam nodded as they walked in the kitchen. "I'm just worried about what's going on with her."

Libby stumbled from tripping on a discarded hose, catching herself on the Impala. She hissed in pain as her wrist slammed into the door and she slumped to the ground, clutching her wrist to her chest. She didn't understand why it was hurt. Libby opened the door and grabbed the Sword, gripping the hilt tightly. She felt some of the power working its magic, but it only fixed her wrist. She still felt nauseous and a bit drowsy, almost as if she had a cold. The redhead let out a sigh and leaned back against the car, her head resting on the door. She could hear the demon screaming from inside before Dean and Sam started shouting.

Moments later they rushed out, only to see Libby on the ground. "Libby!" Sam called out, picking up his pace and racing over to her. "What happened?" he asked as he pulled her up. She shook her head.

"Nothing, I just tripped and didn't feel like getting back up," she lied smoothly. "I'm fine." Sam nodded reluctantly, but he didn't believe her. They didn't have time to argue. The demons had a hostage who knew where all of Lucifer's crypts are and they needed to get to her before Cas did.

~*~

The trio raced down the halls of the old hotel, the walls covered in mold and mildew. Libby's heels smacked the floor that was layered in dirt and dust before they rounded a corner, stopping at a door where a scream rang out from the other side. Libby kicked in the door to see a demon on the ground, dead, with it's eyes burnt out. Castiel had smited it. He had smited every demon. A demon's vessel toppled on top of the one laying on the floor. "Thanks for waiting," Sam told him sarcastically.

"The hostage is in there," Cas replied, nodding his head towards a closed door. Libby and Sam exchanged glances before they all made their way into the room. Libby's eyes widened at the sight. There was Meg, bound and beaten bloody and bruised on the floor of the bathroom, tucked away in the corner. Her long hair was blonde this time instead of its normal brown. She looked like she had gone through Hell longer than Libby could even imagine.

"Aren't you a little short for a Stormtrooper?" Meg asked Dean with a smug smirk on her face. Libby gaped at the demon, shocked that she could actually be beaten in a fight. Meg had saved her dignity back at the bar the first year Libby spent with the boys, and Sam had told her how Meg looked out for Castiel when he took on Sam's memories of the Cage.

~*~

Meg sat on the bed cross-legged, Dean sitting in a chair in front of her. Her hair was matted with blood, clearly shown now that it was light. "So, I got to ask. Um...what's up with the hair?" Sam and Libby sent Dean an 'are you kidding me' look. "What?" Meg smiled.

"Aww. Thanks for noticing, Dean. But this wasn't my idea. It was Crowley's. And it's just another reason I want to stab him in the face," she explained, forcing a smile throughout the whole thing. Libby gulped. She definitely preferred Meg as a brunette. Blonde just didn't suit her like brown did.

"Wait a second. You've been telling Crowley the location of Lucifer's crypts," Sam said, switching the topic to the reason that they were there.

"What can I say? I needed a break from the constant torture," Meg defended. Libby nodded. She couldn't blame her. "And I did visit them all during my time with Yellow Eyes." Meg looked over to where Castiel and Libby stood. "But don't worry. I haven't exactly been giving them the Glengarry leads."

"You mean you've been lying to them?" Cas asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"I just get them in the ballpark. Enough time's passed and enough's changed that they bought it," Meg replied with a nod and a smirk. Libby had to hand it to the demon; she was good. Really good.

"Why lie?" Dean asked.

"Buy myself some time, dummy. Try to find a way to get free," Meg said in a 'duh' tone as if it were obvious.

"Wait -- so... A bunch of innocent people died so you could... buy yourself some time?" Sam questioned, eyebrow raised. It's almost as if he couldn't believe that Meg would do that, but Libby knew better.

"Hi. I'm Meg. I'm a demon," Meg responded bluntly, making Libby snort. Meg glanced over at her and Libby's amused smile fell and she covered up the snort with a cough.

"So, what have they found?" Libby asked, recovering from her laugh.

"Bupkis. Every crypt's been one Al Capone's vault after another. And on top of that, someone kept picking up the trail and icing demons. I'm guessing that was you, Castiel. But Crowley just keeps sending more. He's hell-bent on finding that Angel Tablet," Meg explained. Sam's eyebrows rose in shock. He hadn't heard of the Angel Tablet, but Libby had. She was there when Metatron wrote it.

"Wait a second. Did you just say 'Angel Tablet'?" Castiel sucked in a sharp, nervous, breath. Libby eyed him warily but chose not to say anything. She didn't want any fights to break out. Not now.

"You know, I get why Crowley calls you 'moose' now." Sam looked truly offended and Libby flashed an amused smile at him, earning a glare. She didn't have room to speak. Crowley had also given her a nickname. All of them had one. "Yes -- 'Angel Tablet.'" Dean looked over to Cas and Libby in disbelief, probably figuring that they had already known about it. "Crowley found out Lucifer had it, figures it's stashed in a crypt."

"Well, this is news to me, as well," Cas lied. Sam squinted his eyes at the angel, as did Libby. "Demons I interrogated, they must have been lying about their true intentions." No shit. They're demons, Libby thought.

"Really?" Dean asked in disbelief. "'Cause I saw you 'Zero Dark Thirty' that demon. You were more than persuasive."

"You're both missing the point. I lied to them, which means they're digging in the wrong place. But not for long. They'll be back here soon. So, who's up for fleeing?" Meg suggested. Sam nodded, agreeing with the demon that they had come to trust.

"She's right. We need to find those crypts before they do. Meg, you're the only one who's been there," he told her.

"We need your help," Cas chimed in. Meg chuckled.

"Any of you dummies got a map?"

~*~

"There. That's where the crypt was," Meg said, pointing to a spot on the replica of the city in the Morton's basement. Dean, Sam, and Libby were all wearing their normal jeans and Meg's face had been cleaned up thanks to Libby.

"What's there now?" Libby questioned, arms crossed over her chest. She coughed in her hands, taking a step back when she caught a glimpse of blood. She quickly wiped it on her black jeans. Meg eyed the Hybrid in curiosity but looked back to Sam.

"Do I look like Google to you? None of these buildings were here way back in the day. Figure it out, genius. Is there any booze in this dump?" Meg walked away, Libby racing after her. She had questions that maybe Meg could answer. "What's up with you, Libby Lu? Don't think I didn't see that pretty little spot of red you coughed up." Libby rolled her eyes and caught up with the demon.

"What the hell is going on with me?" she demanded quietly, making sure that Cas couldn't hear.

"You're dying," Meg stated bluntly. Libby frowned. "Everyone knows that you're connected with Sam Winchester. He's dying from the Trials which means you get the side effects." Libby's eyebrows raised in shock. This was news to her. "You remember Andrew, don't you?"

"What kind of question is that?" Meg chuckled. "Yes, I remember him. What does he-"

"You two were synced also. But now that Andrew is no longer human which means he isn't technically alive, you're linked to Sam. Sammy Boy is dying and when he dies, you're rendered powerless."

"Meaning what?"

"You wanted a taste of the human life, Elizabeth, you're gonna get it." Libby's green eyes widened in shock and she took a step back. She had wanted to live like a human, not be weak like one. She didn't want to give up her powers...ever. Meg turned around to see the worry etched into Libby's face. "What? Don't like that idea? Then keep your boyfriend from slamming the Gates of Hell and save both of your asses. That's what you're meant to do." Libby processed Meg's words before a sentence stuck out. But now that Andrew is no longer human which means he isn't technically alive, you're linked to Sam. Andrew was alive?

"Wait. What did you say about Andrew?" A smirk tugged at Meg's lips.

"You didn't know? Crowley's got him under lock and key. He's his big weapon to get you on his side. Smart, yeah?"

"Why are you telling me this?" Meg leaned across the counter, staring Libby straight in the eyes.

"I like you, Elizabeth. You've got spunk now, something you didn't have when we first met. Except you're dying. I want to help you. Andrew can help you." This time Libby leaned against the counter, a single eyebrow raised.

"And how can he do that?"

"Despite him being a demon, he's still got feelings for you. You and him are soulmates, technically speaking. Back then you were, but now you have Sam." Libby shook her head slowly, clueless. Meg wasn't making sense to her at all. Andrew had nothing to do with her powers. He was just a boy from the beginning of humanity.

"Not following."

"He can save you, dummy. You got a shot at keeping those fluffy wings of yours if you find him. He's got major power. Lucifer really did a number on him over time, as did Yellow Eyes. You want an ally? Find your ex and convince him that it's really you," Meg said. Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"And why wouldn't he believe it's really me?"

"You disappeared into thin air, Libby Lu. As far as Andrew knows, you're dead. Gain his trust back and you've got yourself an ally. But it's going to be hard finding him. None of us know what he looks like and he goes by a different name now. All of us demons do." Libby nodded slowly, thinking it through. If she found Andrew, would it bring up old feelings? What would happen to her and Sam? Would Sam be alive by the time she found Andrew? Would she still be a Hybrid?

"You got any idea where he is?"

"Where's the one place you were forbidden to go when you were in Hell?" Just at that moment Castiel walked in to patch up Meg's wounds. Libby turned on her heel and raced out of the room and back down to the basement where Sam and Dean were, conversing about Castiel and his behavior.

"Guys!" They stopped and glanced over at Libby. "I need to go. I think I know how to fix this." Sam stared at her in confusion. "I have to find someone and he's locked in Hell."

"He?" Sam questioned, jealousy threatening to surface. Dean felt an amused smile tug at his chapped lips. "Who is this 'he'?" Sam crossed his arms over his chest and Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"I can't share that right now, but it's vital that I find him. Please, just let me go. I'll get out of there before you slam the Gates, I promise. I just need to get him out. To get both of us out." Sam and Dean exchanged glances, almost discussing it telepathically, before Dean nodded. Libby let a sigh of relief and a small smile took over her blood red lips.

"Find a way to keep in contact," the older Winchester said. Libby nodded her head to the side.

"I can try, but no promises." She raced over and planted a kiss on Sam's lips, smiling up at him. "I'll be back soon. Kick Crowley's ass."

"Make sure you get in and out undetected." He eyed the sword on her waist. "And guard that thing with your life."

"Of course." Sam kissed her one last time before Dean hugged the redhead and let her go. Libby disappeared into thin air, leaving only the echo of the fluttering of her wings. Sam let out a sigh.

"I'm worried about her. I don't know if she'll make it out," he said. Dean nodded in agreement.

"Me, too, Sammy, me, too. But this is Elizabeth Wilson we're talking about. She always finds a way." Dean patted his baby brother's back before heading up the stairs of the basement to where Meg and Castiel were.