So the descriptions of Andrew/Azrael were based off of Ian Harding but I had decided to use Ian Somerhalder instead. I just never got the chance to change them. Sorry.

Libby Wilson always swore to herself that she would never return to Hell, yet she found herself sneaking through the Gates for what seemed like the hundredth time since she made that promise.

Her green eyes darted around in search of any lingering demons before advancing down the hall.

"Where's the one place you were forbidden to go to when you were in Hell?" Meg's question echoed through her mind as she racked her brain for any ideas.

She had been to every part of Hell, Cage included. Where was a place that she had never been to? Meg had told her that she wouldn't recognize Andrew at first which meant that any demon could be Andrew. He wouldn't have the same name, either.

Libby wandered down the corridors of Hell, doing her best to block out the screams of pain and the cries of help.

After being away from them for so long she had grown used to the peace of not hearing people pleading for their lives. But now it was almost unbearable to her. The suffering of souls that she couldn't help. Some deserved it, others didn't. Half of the population of Hell consisted of people who had made deals with a Crossroads Demon in hopes of turning their, or someone else's, life around.

"I knew it! I knew you'd come back for us, Elizabeth!" a raven haired woman cried out. She reached through the bars of her cell and Libby instantly recognized the face. It was a woman whom she had befriended towards the end of her time in Hell. She was sent to Hell when she died a century earlier for making a deal to save her daughter from leukemia at age six.

"Margaret-" Libby's breath hitched in her throat, not wanting to finish the sentence. Margaret's face fell when she realized that Libby wasn't there to rescue any souls. "I hate to ask, but have you heard of a demon that used to go by Andrew? He would've been from my time." Margaret furrowed her black brows in thought, biting her lip, before shaking her head.

"No, I'm sorry." Libby went to walk away when Margaret grabbed her arm, stopping her. "Have you seen Lily? Is she okay?" It had been a century since Lily was saved, but Margaret didn't know that. She didn't know that Lily had died decades earlier due to an accident. Libby forced a smile on her face and lied to the woman:

"She's perfectly okay." Margaret breathed a sigh of relief. Guilt ate away at Libby's gut but she ignored it, not letting it get to her. She had to comfort the good souls in Hell in any way necessary. To give them some hope.

Libby continued down the hall, asking old friends the exact same question she had asked Margaret. She was about to give up twenty cells later when a new face stopped her.

"You're an angel, correct?" Libby stopped and nodded, studying the man. She couldn't exactly call him a man. He looked to be about sixteen. He was well-built and toned, a face that would make any girl melt at his feet. "You're looking for a demon that went by the name of Andrew?" She nodded again.

"Yes. He would've been human when the humans first roamed Earth," she confirmed. The teenage boy leaned forward, glancing nervously each way down the hall to make sure there wasn't a demon. "No one will know what you've told me," she assured him. He nodded, biting his lower lip.

"He's the one who brought me here," he whispered. Libby's eyebrows rose in shock. A demon as old as Andrew should've been at the top of the list. He should've been serving right alongside Crowley, or even running Hell. "He was searching for an Elizabeth. I heard that he usually picked up redheaded girls in hopes that it was her." Libby unconsciously touched her hair before eyeing the teenager's. It was a strawberry blonde, but it wasn't red. "He never found her, though."

"Any idea where he might be?"

"Took some poor soul out of her cell and brought her to the room right around the corner." He nodded down the hall. "It wasn't that long ago. Maybe right before you got here." Libby sent him a grateful smile and thanked him. "Wait. Who exactly are you? I've never seen you before and angels come in and out undetected all the time."

"My name is Elizabeth. I'm Lucifer's daughter." His eyes widened and he stumbled back, pressing himself against the back wall of the cell. She chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm an angel, not a demon." It's only half true. The boy seemed to let out a breath of relief. "Never give in, okay? No matter what. You're stronger than these demons."

He nodded and a bit of hope returned to him at her words.

Libby took off around the corner, looking down both hallways, before stopping outside of the room that the teenager had been talking about.

"Please! Just stop!" a female voice screeched. Libby winced at the volume of her voice, her senses heightened and on high alert.

The redhead sucked in a deep breath and opened the door, sword ready to swing at any demon that tried to kill her. At the sound of Libby's footsteps, the demon's head snapped up. Libby didn't understand why he was using his vessel down in Hell. It was uncommon unless they had human visitors like the Winchesters or if a demon had kidnapped a human that knew important information.

"This room is occupied," the demon hissed, shooting a glare at Libby that told her to leave. Libby kept her hand from shaking and raised her sword, pointing it in the demon's direction. It eyed the sword, but all Libby could do was take in his vessel's appearance.

He was younger, around Libby's age. The contrast of his piercing blue eyes and jet black hair was breathtaking in her eyes. Judging by the outfit the vessel was wearing, Libby had to guess that he had been a teacher of some sort. Obviously not anymore, though.

"Who are you?" The woman said silent thank you's to Libby with her eyes, saving her a few minutes from torture.

"Andrew?" Libby asked, keeping her voice steady. The demon scowled at the name, but Libby assumed that she must've gotten it right. "So it is you." She nodded. "Good. Meg told me you could help."

"Meg is a traitor," he spat. Libby slowly approached the demon, sword still held out towards him.

"But you aren't. You're good. You're kind. You never sinned because you were taught not to. You were simply caught up with the wrong life and Lucifer took advantage of that." For a brief moment he let his guard down and Libby saw straight through him. It was Andrew. Her Andrew.

"How do you know all of that?"

"You were in love with a girl; Elizabeth. She's an angel, an archangel, actually. I'm sure you've heard the rumors." The demon nodded, studying Libby from head to toe.

"And now she's running around with the Winchesters trying to slam the Gates of Hell."

"She can help you. She can smuggle you out of Hell and keep you from getting slammed in with every demon and soul already in here." The woman's eyes filled with horror. She was never escaping Hell. "You just have to prove something to me."

"And what's that?"

"That you're still the Andrew she knew." He let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"Andrew's gone. The name's Azrael." Libby nodded.

"Yeah, maybe the demon you. But not the real you. I know you, Andrew." He furrowed his eyebrows at the redhead, cocking his head to the side in curiosity. "It's me. I-It's Elizabeth." His blue eyes widened and the blade in his hand fell to the ground with a loud clatter. It echoed throughout the small room, making the tortured soul wince slightly. Andrew shook his head.

"No. Elizabeth would never come back to Hell. She's doesn't even know about me. I-"

"I talked to Meg. She told me that you could help. Please, Andrew. I'm desperate." He slowly walked over to Libby, swiping his thumb across her upper lip. Libby stared at him in confusion before her gaze lowered to see blood on his thumb. She reached up and wiped her hand across her upper lip, blood smeared across her pale skin.

"You're dying," he whispered. She nodded. "How?"

"The Trials. Sam Winchester is taking on the Trials, and we're connected." Andrew shook his head.

"No. That's impossible. You can only be connected to a human if they're your soulmate." Libby tilted her head and stared at him with sympathy-filled eyes. Andrew nodded. "Oh."

"You have to understand, Drew. It's just been so long and I was drawn to him and Dean. I'm meant to protect them and serve them. I had to move on. I believed you were dead and in Heaven," Libby explained. Andrew nodded and sniffed, managing to force a small smile on his face. Some humanity seemed to return to him and Libby felt relief wash over her. She had a chance at bringing him back.

"I understand. I do." Andrew glanced over his shoulder at the woman who watched them with wide eyes. "What do you need me to do?" She shrugged.

"Meg never told me. Just said I had to find you." Andrew nodded in thought before gesturing to the door behind her. Libby sheathed her sword, letting Andrew walk out first. She unlocked the woman's restraints and sent her a reassuring smile before Andrew and Libby made their way towards the Gates. "Would anyone notice that you're gone?"

"I've been here a long time, Libby. I've got free reign to go wherever I want." She nodded, shielding her eyes from the bright light as they were transported back to Earth. They stood in the middle of a field of luscious green grass that was up to their knees. The wind tossed around Libby's hair and Andrew smiled at the sight. He had forgotten how beautiful Libby was. After being away from her for so long, all he could remember were her eyes and her hair. Everything else seemed to vanish from his mind. Her voice, her touch, the color of her skin, the clothes she wore. The shade of grey that were her wings that she had once shown him.

They started to walk, no demons lurking in the shadows. Everyone was out on the hunt for Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Meg. They walked down the road, Libby wanting some peace and time to catch up with Andrew. "How long until you broke?" she asked softly, sneaking a glimpse at Andrew. His hands were tucked in the front pockets of his slacks, his tie flapping in the wind.

"Not long. I figured that if I worked for Lucifer then I'd have a better chance at finding you. I guess I never thought that he would purposely separate us." Libby chuckled, shaking her head. "I miss that."

"Miss what?"

"Your laugh. Your voice." He grabbed her wrist, stopping them on the side of the highway. "I missed you, Elizabeth."

"I go by Libby now," she said. He nodded, grinning.

"Libby," Andrew said, letting the name roll off of his tongue. "I like that even better." Her cheeks tinted red, but it was only from the compliment. She had no feelings for Andrew. Not anymore. "So what else have you been doing besides running around with the Winchesters?" They started to walk again, Libby trying to recognize the make and model of cars that passed by them. Sam and Dean had been teaching her on their way to different cases. She shrugged.

"Just hunting. If we're not working a case then I'm usually spending some time with Sam or both Sam and Dean. They're good people. I wish I had met them earlier." Andrew nodded, a twinge of jealousy nipping at his heart. The way Libby talked of Sam Winchester was the way one would speak of their husband. She was head over heels for the Hunter and anyone could see it. "I know that they were forced into this life, but I like it. I suppose I'm partly at fault for some of the things we hunt."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, take Hellhounds for example. I'm the one that helped God create them. When my father stole Ramsey, I hadn't known she was pregnant. I just figured someone would kill her off. That is until the pregnant bitch had puppies." Andrew let out a laugh, making Libby smile slightly. "Um, I had the idea of Werewolves, thinking that they'd be good for hunting. Eve liked the idea, except she twisted it." Andrew nodded.

"Well, the Winchesters killed Eve with the Phoenix ashes so there's no need to worry about her twisting more of your ideas. I'd love to see what else you come up with." Libby just shrugged and sighed, kicking a rock to the side.

"I think I'm done with creating new things. There's already so much in the world, ya know? There's a lot more that the humans haven't discovered yet." She smiled at the idea of the humans finding new species that lay in the depths of the sea and the deepest caves of the Earth. "I think there's enough for now." Andrew nodded.

"So where exactly are we going?"

"I'd have to get in contact with Sam to see where they are, but I thought we could catch up. Unless you wanted to just get going?" Andrew nodded.

"As much as I'd love to know what you've been up to, I suppose that it's just roaming Hell and crisscrossing the country, picking fights with monsters." Libby snorted at his description of hunting. "Those brothers are a real piece of work, yeah?" Libby let out a low a whistle.

"You have no idea." Andrew laughed. "But I love them." Libby shrugged. "They've saved me, I've saved them. We have each others' backs. We're family. They took me in when my real family gave up on me." Andrew wanted to ask how serious Libby and Sam were, but he knew it'd be pushing his limits. Libby acted different around him and it was a no-brainer. After thousands of years of assuming the other was dead, the shock that they were both alive overruled the idea of comfort.

Libby tugged her phone from the pocket of her leather jacket, scrolling through until she found Sam's number. It rang a few times before a gruff voice answered, Libby recognizing it as Dean's. "Libby?"

"Yeah, it's me. Why do you have Sam's phone?" she questioned. Andrew studied the archangel as they walked, eyeing the sword that bounced on the side of her thigh with every step.

"He's, uh, busy." Libby raised an eyebrow.

"Busy? With what?" Something crashed in the background on Dean's line, making Libby wince. "Dean?"

"I'm here. Where are you?" Libby glanced around them before her eyes landed on a sign a few feet ahead of them.

"Interstate fifty-five. Listen, I got Andrew here with me and I don't think you'd want him in the Bunker for now." Andrew furrowed his eyebrows at the redhead and she sent him an apologetic glance. Dean's silence showed that he was waiting for an explanation. "He's a demon, Dean." Dean's eyes widened and he coughed.

"I'm sorry, a what?" Libby nodded, biting her lower lip. "Leave him, Elizabeth. Now. If he finds out what he know about the Tablet-"

"Dean, I'm not saying that we trust him. That's why I'm not taking him to the Bunker. Where's somewhere we can meet?" Andrew glanced around the highway, trying not to eavesdrop. But he couldn't help it. They were talking about him, not to mention the fact that she was right next to him on the phone.

"Blackbird Motel. You think you can find it?"

"Yeah. What time?"

"Go ahead and get a room and everything. Sam and I will meet you there. I don't like this idea, Libby." She nodded.

"I know, Dean, I know." Dean hung up and Libby let out a sigh, stopping and turning to Andrew. She sent him a small smile and he returned it. "So we're meeting them at a motel."

"Could you be anymore vague?"

"I suppose I could, but then you'd just hate me." Andrew couldn't help but chuckle. Without warning, Elizabeth grabbed onto his shoulders and teleported them to the Blackbird Motel. Just as Andrew went to pull away, Libby pulled a pair of demon-cuffs from her jacket and slapped them on Andrew's wrists. His blue eyes widened and he tugged at the chains, but they never budged.

"Elizabeth, what the hell?" Andrew roared. She shrugged.

"Sorry, but I can't take any risks. I hope you understand." He shot a glare at her but she just pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. He understood her command and obeyed, trudging over to the dusty old chair and taking a seat.

"I thought you had more faith in me."

"I saw you with that soul, Andrew. You're a demon and I'm not sure if you're a good one or not. It's just a precaution." Libby could hear the rumble of an old car engine that she instantly recognized as Baby's. A small smile tugged at her lips when she heard the car doors slam shut.

"Room three?" Sam's voice asked. A second later there was a knock on the door and a grunt of agreement. Libby walked over and opened the door, Sam pulling her into a hug immediately and planting a kiss on her blood red lips. "You've been gone for days," he whispered. She nodded.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I lost track of time and it took a bit for me to find him." Sam nodded, accepting her apology. Libby nodded for Dean to go in the room, but closed the door behind her keeping Sam and the redhead out.

"What are you-"

"Listen, Sam. However Andrew acts around me-" He sighed and took her hands in his, smiling down at her.

"Libby, I know. You don't have feelings for him." She nodded. "You don't have to tell me." It was silent for a few moments before his hazel eyes drifted towards the sword on her waist. "If needed, would you be able to kill him?" Libby's breath hitched in her throat at the question, but she nodded. She knew that there was a chance that Andrew would go full on demon, but it wasn't her Andrew. There was no way of knowing if he was truly Andrew, or if he was Azrael like he said.

"Yes. I can do what is necessary." With that, the couple made their way into the motel room to see Dean sharpening a blade, Andrew staring up at him with worried eyes. Dean hadn't laid a hand on him, yet, but it was only a matter of time. When Andrew's gaze fell upon Sam his eyes widened. They may not have had mirrors during his time, but they did have reflections on water. If he remembered correctly, Sam looked exactly like him.

"Oh my God," Andrew whispered. Sam gulped and looked at his girlfriend who squeezed his hand reassuringly. "That's Samuel Winchester?"

"It's Sam," Sam corrected, a smile tugging at Libby's lips. "And yes. It's me."

"But you look-"

"Exactly like the old you?" Sam finished. Andrew nodded. "Yeah. I was told that we share a face." Dean glanced between the two before his gaze shifted to the redhead standing in front of Sam protectively. He frowned slightly but shook it off immediately. "So how are you supposed to help us?"

"Beats me," Andrew replied, still in shock. "Elizabeth just told me that Meg said I could help. You both are dying-" Libby's head snapped up and she looked to her ex with wide eyes. By the look on her face, Andrew concluded that the brothers hadn't known the full truth. "Uh, I mean, you're dying," Andrew corrected, giving Sam a pointed look. But it didn't fool anyone. Andrew is, and always has been, a horrible liar.

"Libby," Dean said through gritted teeth. She smiled sheepishly at Dean, watching as he cocked his head to the side. Andrew looked between the trio nervously, a slight bead of sweat starting to form at his hairline. He had heard stories of the Winchesters, but he had never actually met them. Were they as ruthless as the stories he had heard? Would Libby try to stop them if they attacked him or would she stay true to her word and be the one to put him down?

"Libby, is he telling the truth?" Sam asked softly, turning the woman so that he could see her face. She nodded. "How?"

"The Trials," she whispered. Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "We're linked. It's, uh, it's my fault." She looked over her shoulder at Andrew. "And I'm not dying. If Sam dies then I'll most likely just be human."

"Sam isn't dying," Dean objected, walking over to the pair. "Nobody here is dying, except maybe for Andrew if he doesn't play nice." Andrew nodded his head to the side.

"Fair enough." Dean studied Libby before his gaze rested on her wrist. He tilted his head to the side before reaching out and lifting up her sleeve to reveal red and black lines trailing up her arm. They were her veins, poisoned. Libby never looked at her arm, she only stared at Dean's face. She noticed the slight lines starting to form from age and stress. She noticed the shape of his chiseled jaw and the slight stubble on his face that showed how he hadn't shaved in a day or two. She noticed every part of his face, but she wouldn't look down at her arm. If she did then she knew it would all be too real.

"What do you mean you're at fault?" Sam questioned, squinting his eyes with confusion and worry. Libby looked up to her boyfriend, licking her lips.

"I mean I helped write the Angel Tablet." Everyone's eyes widened and they all exchanged glances, Andrew included. "I wasn't there for the Demon Tablet, but I helped the Scribe of God write the Angel Tablet. I suppose that he created the fail safe for the Demon Tablet, too."

"What do you mean?" Dean questioned. Libby let out a sigh.

"I'm linked to the one who undergoes the Trials. As Fate predicted, it was Sam who would do it. I thought that maybe if I did it instead then it would still work."

"Makes sense," Andrew chimed in. "You're linked so you'd be apart of it." Libby nodded in confirmation.

"The Trials will kill Sam. When he dies, so do my powers. I would have no one to protect so my powers would no longer be needed." Libby looked to Dean. "They knew that if one Winchester died, then the other most likely wouldn't go on with Hunting. He'd lead a normal life, thus leaving my powers useless."

"But the Darkness-" Andrew tried.

"The Scribe of God isn't that bright," Libby interrupted, not wanting the Winchesters to know about the Darkness. They had no reason to. Andrew snorted, muttering in agreement. He had met Metatron once by accident, and the angel really wasn't that smart in his eyes. Book smarts, yes. Common Sense wise, definitely not. Probably one of the stupidest angels he knew when it came to planning. "Look, all we need to do is keep Sam alive. Simple enough, yeah?" After that, all eyes went to Andrew. They all wondered what they were going to do with him. No one knew how he could help. Not even Andrew knew how he could help.

"Elizabeth, I'm sorry. I don't know what I can do for you. I don't know why Meg would refer me to you," he told the archangel.

"It's okay. I understand." Libby sent him a small smile. It wasn't okay and they all knew that. Libby didn't want to lose her powers and she didn't want to lose Sam. She didn't want to lose anything. No one did. But losing was inevitable. Andrew and Elizabeth had lost each other all those years ago. Neither of them were the same people they were in the beginning. The Winchesters and the Cage had changed Libby, and Hell had changed Andrew.

The room was quiet for a few minutes, nobody knowing what to say. So Libby studied the vessel that Andrew resided in. He had a chiseled jawline, though not as much as Dean's. His face held a look of innocence to it. A look that no longer matched Andrew. The man was far from innocent. He was a demon.

Andrew studied Libby, almost as if he were memorizing her all over again. She hadn't changed much. Her hair was longer and redder. She had more muscle tone than he remembered and it was probably from the Winchesters training her so hard to become the Hunter that she is. Libby was the thing that he hated, and Andrew was the very thing that Libby hated. It seemed as if their lives had both taken a turn for the worst after they got separated.

The tension in the room proved to be too much, so Sam wrapped his arm around Libby's waist to show Andrew that he had lost her. She leaned into her boyfriend, resting her head on his shoulder. Libby didn't know what Sam was trying to do, but Andrew did. He hardened his glare on Sam, wishing he could get out of the cuffs and grab Libby and go. "What do you know about the Trials?" Dean asked, breaking the unbearable tension. Andrew's gaze shifted to the green-eyed Hunter.

"Not much more than your Prophet friend," he said. "I only know about the Angel Tablet. Most of my knowledge comes from Elizabeth." Sam's grip on Libby tightened at the thought of her and Andrew alone. He could picture her explaining the ways of the supernatural world as they walked along the beach or sat around a fire under the stars. He wasn't picturing Andrew's true form, though. He was picturing him as the vessel he was in. At the moment, Sam had forgotten that the two were doppelgangers. Picturing Libby with another guy was enough to make his blood boil. He didn't know why he was getting so jealous and possessive. Maybe it was the way Andrew looked at her. Maybe it was the way Libby was so quick to defend Andrew. To be kind to him despite the fact that he bore black eyes.

Dean looked to Libby who nodded in confirmation. "He's not lying. I did teach him everything he knows." Libby looked up at Sam with furrowed eyebrows when she noticed how tight his grip on her waist was. "Sam," she muttered, searching his eyes for the reason he was doing it. His grip loosened, but Andrew only smirked at him. Dean glanced between the two before letting out a groan.

"Are you two really-" Dean cut himself off, shaking his head. Libby stared at him in confusion.

"What?" she asked.

"Your boy toy and your ex-boy toy are having territory issues," Dean snapped. Libby raised an eyebrow in amusement at Dean's attitude.

"Are you PMSing or are you jealous?" she teased, earning a scowl from Dean. Sam and Andrew both narrowed their glares at each other. They seemed to almost be having a mental argument, one that no one else could hear. Libby noticed this and snapped her fingers in front of Sam's face, stepping between the two. "Dude, chill."

"Libby, he's looking at you like property," Sam said. Andrew rolled his eyes and Libby scoffed, shaking her head.

"Andrew isn't looking at me like property. He's-"

"Hey! Her ass isn't her eyes!" Sam growled. Dean cleared his throat awkwardly and Andrew met Sam's glare. "Maybe you should show some respect."

"She was my girlfriend to begin with."

"Yeah? Well, she's my girlfriend now. You missed out," Sam retorted.

"We were supposed to marry and have children. Not like you two can have that life," Andrew told him. He knew he had hit Sam in a spot that hurt the most. Sam had always wanted a family. Someone to call his wife and children to come home to. He planned on having it with Jess years before, but everyone knew how that ended. Dead, on the ceiling up in flames.

"You two wouldn't have been able to have it for long, anyways. You would die and Libby would go on to live forever and she'd still find herself running to me."

"Listen, Gigantor-"

"Both of you shut up!" Libby yelled, holding an arm out towards both men. "God, it's like watching you argue with yourselves. Put your egos and jealousy aside and realize the bigger picture here." Andrew stared at the redhead in confusion, already forgetting why he was there. "Sam and I are dying and I'd rather not fail my duty to God and have another boyfriend cast down to Hell for all eternity." Dean nodded his head to the side. She had a point.

"I don't have an eg-" Libby interrupted Sam with an 'are you kidding me' look.

"Don't you even finish that sentence. You have a huge ego, you just don't flaunt it around like Dean." Dean snickered before he realized what she said.

"Hey!" he yelled defensively. Libby just shrugged. It was true.

"She's not wrong," Andrew chimed in. Dean pulled the demon-knife out of his jacket pocket.

"That's it-" Libby shot her arm out, the knife flying into her hand. She pinned Dean to wall and he stared at her in shock, mouth hanging open. She was strong, but she was still getting weaker with every passing second. Using her powers only made it worse and she could feel the effects. Libby dropped the knife and clutched her chest, falling to her knees. Dean slid to the ground and rushed over to the redhead's side as she let out a cry of pain. "Libby!" She grunted and pulled up the bottom of her shirt to show the red and black lines creeping up her abdomen.

"What's happening?" Sam demanded, lifting her shirt up higher to see where it stopped. Andrew smirked from behind Libby. He was no longer in the chair but his hands were still cuffed with the demonic handcuffs from the Bunker.

"Every time she uses her powers she gets weaker and it spreads. The more she uses them, the quicker she goes. I guess it really is a tragic love story. I'm seeing this as a kind of Romeo and Juliet one, though. Two lovers watching each other die. Amusing really," Andrew explained. Libby, panting, looked up at Andrew.

"You son of a bitch," she sneered. She managed to get up and press her hand to his head to smite him, but nothing happened to him. Libby screamed out and fell to the ground, the red and black lines creeping up towards her waist.

"Stop!" Sam yelled out, catching her before she hit the ground completely. "Stop using your powers!"

"You better start talking, Grey, or I'm gonna have to kill you," Dean growled, snatching the demon-knife from the ground. Andrew just continue to smirk at Dean, though. He showed no fear and instead stood there, almost challenging Dean. "Fine." Dean plunged the demon-knife in his chest, but nothing happened.

"These handcuffs may block my powers but you still can't kill me, Dean Winchester." Libby pulled her sword from its sheath but Andrew clicked his tongue. "Do that and you'll just get weaker. In fact, it'll speed up the process twice as fast. The sword channels your power." Libby didn't want to admit it but she knew that he was right. Andrew looked back to Dean. "Now if you kindly let me go I'll be on my merry little way."

"No," Libby said through gritted teeth. "I will kill you, Azrael. Even if is the last thing I do." Andrew just chuckled and shook his head.

"You'll kill yourself in the process, Elizabeth. If you're dead then who's gonna stop her?" Libby's eyes widened when she realized what he just said. Andrew knew that the Darkness would come, and it would be soon. "It's only a matter of time before your time comes. Death as a hero or death by stupidity? Your pick." Suddenly the handcuffs clattered the ground and Andrew was gone. Libby let out a groan and leaned against Sam.

"He's not a demon," she said. "He's an Angel of Hell." Sam and Dean's eyes widened. "Older than Abaddon. My sword can't kill him and neither will some stupid demon blade."