One of my top 5 favorite chapters of Hell's Angel. And just a warning, Hell's Angel might go on hiatus for awhile. I've been having really bad writer's block and can't seem to get through writing one chapter.

If you had talked to Libby just a month before and asked her when she thought she'd die, she'd tell you that it was sometime after both Winchester brothers died. And if you asked her how, she'd reply with, "Killing the Darkness." But Libby knew that the Darkness wasn't coming anytime in the next three weeks and she also knew that she wouldn't even be able to defeat it by then. She knew that something else had to happen to led up to her death. Whether it be that they couldn't find Andrew in time or that the plan backfired and the book was wrong, she didn't die a noble death.

Instead, as Libby read through the last thirty pages, she found out that she'd die at the hands of Dean Winchester himself. She didn't dare share that information with Sam in fear of ruining things for everyone.

Libby seemed to reread the last few pages constantly, hoping--no, praying--that they'd magically change and it'd stop when she was let out of Hell or when she died defeating the Darkness. Instead it stopped at the same place every time; Dean choosing between Sam and Elizabeth to stop the Trials and save his brother or the Archangel. Of course he'd choose his own flesh and blood over a girl he had only known for a few years, but it still hurt every time Libby would read it. The thoughts of her death kept her up at night, replaying different scenarios of how it could go down since the book wasn't very detailed. It look rushed almost, as if it had a due date and the person procrastinated until the last minute.

So one night when Sam and Dean were fast asleep, Charlie back at home safe and sound, Libby packed a small bag and grabbed her Sword, paying a visit to the one man who could tell her everything she needed.

Chuck Shurley was convinced that he had fallen off the grid well enough to keep the angels and Hunters off of his ass, but he was proved very wrong very fast when Elizabeth Wilson showed up on his doorstep.

His eyes widened when he did a once-over of her body. He had known she was sick, but he didn't know what she looked like.

The bulging red and black veins had crept up her skin even further, slipping around her delicate waist and dancing around her heart, almost like a shark circling its food. The veins threatened to escape past the collar of her v-neck, but stopped just below it. Her skin was pale, almost snow white, and her cheeks had hollowed in a bit, giving her the look of a sick, anorexic girl.

"Elizabeth," Chuck breathed, meeting her now-dull green eyes.

"I need your help," she croaked out. Not only did she look worse than Death himself, she sounded worse than him. Her voice was dry and it cracked a lot, no matter how much water she drank it was never enough.

Chuck stepped aside and let the redheaded Huntress in before closing the door behind them. She examined the small apartment, her eyes skimming over the OCD-induced living room. She couldn't find a single speck of dust anywhere.

Books were neatly stacked on shelves next to the TV and the desk had stacks of papers sitting in the corners of the wooden top. Pens and pencils rested in a coffee mug, an identical 'World's #1 Dad' mug filled with coffee off to the side on a coaster. It was all a step up from Chuck's messy house in Kripke's Hollow.

Chuck rubbed his hands together and attempted a laugh, but the sight of Libby was too horrible to even manage a smile. "I don't see how I could help you. I-" She slammed the red book down on the desk, making the man jump slightly. Chuck gulped when he recognized the old book.

"This writing style matches the Supernatural series exactly. Every description, every line of dialogue, every variation of spellings--exactly the same. I know you wrote it and I don't want to know why it looks so old or shows my fate three weeks away, but I want to know how to change it and fast," Elizabeth demanded. There was no remorse in her tone or sympathy. Only authority, determination, and what sounded like a threat of violence.

Chuck's breath hitched in his throat when he saw the dead look in Libby's eyes. The bags under the green orbs were so dark and so deep that it almost looked like her whole face would cave in like a sinkhole. "I'm waiting!" she snapped, growing impatient. Chuck nodded, her voice bringing him back to reality.

"Uh, there's really nothing you can do. I mean, yes, the future isn't set in stone but with a book like that-"

"What do you mean 'a book like that'?" she questioned, a single eyebrow raised. Chuck cleared his throat.

"You know how the Supernatural series will become the Winchester Gospels." Libby nodded. Chuck pointed his shaking index finger to the old, red book sitting on the desktop. "That's going to become the Book of Elizabeth. You were never written in the Bible or anything because God was afraid that it would cause panic. Kind of like how the world was supposed to end only a few months ago, even though we know that didn't happen." Libby furrowed her eyebrows. She wasn't sure where Chuck was going with this. "It's a biblical story, Libby. I'm afraid it's going to be harder to change." She nodded.

"Okay, so you wrote it and you know what happens. You actually saw what happened. Your crappy ass writing isn't providing enough detail for me to fix it. You need to walk me through what happens so I can change it." Chuck tried his best not to be offended by that statement, so he nodded.

"Why don't--why don't I just show you?"

"Wha-" Before she could finish speaking Chuck's fingers were pressed to her forehead and she gasped, her eyes widening as she was transported three weeks into the future.

Libby looked around her, taking in her surroundings. She was in what seemed to be a church. An old church that threatened to collapse at any moment. Her gaze settled on Sam and Dean arguing, Sam's arms glowing with a purple-orangish tint. Crowley was bound to a chair behind Sam, listening to the quarrel. Libby noticed herself in the corner, unconscious. But she was still breathing.

"Look at him. Look at him! Look how close we are! Other people will die if I don't finish this!" Sam yelled to Dean. Dean raised his hand, slowly approaching Sam.

"I-I don't understand. What is this?" Libby questioned, turning to look at Chuck. He gave her the saddest smile anyone had ever seen.

"The third and final Trial." Her eyes widened. "Andrew fell off the map a week before and you accepted your fate, but you didn't accept Sam's. He still ran in head first and went through with the Trial," Chuck explained. Libby looked back to Dean and Sam.

"Think about it. Think about what we know, huh?" Dean continued to walk towards his brother. "Pulling souls from hell, curing demons, hell, ganking a Hellhound!" Sam stumbled a bit, closing his eyes and shaking it off. He looked worse, almost as bad as Libby was the week before. "We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here. But I can't do it without you."

"You can barely do it with me," Sam replied, shaking his head. "I mean, you think I screw up everything I try. You think I need a chaperone, remember?" Dean closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

"Come on, man. That's not what I meant." Libby hated to watch them fight like this. To blame false accusations on each other.

"No, it's exactly what you meant. You want to know what I confessed in there?" he asked, pointing behind Dean. Libby had no idea what was going on, but she knew it was bad if one of the Winchester brothers actually went to their version of Confession. "What my greatest sin was?" Dean watched his brother with sad eyes, as did Libby. "It was how many times I let you down. How many times I let Libby down. I can't do that again."

"Sam-" Dean closed his eyes and opened them, but Sam just continued, tears starting to pool in his hazel eyes.

"Libby just died for us. For me. What happens when you've decided I can't be trusted again? I mean, who are you gonna turn to next time instead of me? Another angel, another -- another vampire? Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch your brother just –" Dean, having listened to enough of Sam rant like that, cut him off.

"Hold on, hold on! You seriously think that? Because none of it -- none of it -- is true. Listen, man, I know we've had our disagreements, okay? Hell, I know I've said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Sammy...come on. I killed Benny to save you. I'm willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed Mom walk because of you. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you," Dean pleaded.

Sam started to pant, staring down at his hand that continued to drip blood as the orange glow in his arm grew brighter.

They all heard a moan of pain in the corner, Libby's gaze falling upon her future self pushing her body off of the ground. She staggered a bit, clutching the wall. She was thinner and paler than she was now and she wondered how that was even possible. Libby looked up, leaning all of her weight on the wall. She was covered in blood, some of it hers, some of it some poor bastard's. It seemed he had won the fight and not Libby.

"Stop, Sam," she called out. He spun around, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw her standing. He thought that she had died. He thought that she'd never wake up again. "Stop this. It's not worth it."

"I...Libby, this could be the key to saving you. Slamming the Gates of Hell. It's what you fought for all this time, right?" A small smile threatened to tug at his lips. "We're so close. So close. Let me finish this." Libby shook her head, stumbling over to him as she clutched her side.

The wound dripped blood, the red, sticky substance escaping past her fingers and dripping to the ground with every step.

"You can't save me. I'm already gone. Stop. Please. That's all I want." He shook his head, a single tear slipping down his cheek.

"I NEED TO SAVE YOU!" he roared. She locked eyes with him, glaring the stubbornest glare past-Libby had ever seen.

"I'm already dead, Sam! You slam the Gates, I go right back in with the rest of 'em!" His eyes widened. Libby guessed that she still hadn't told Sam about what would happen once the Gates were shut. But judging by the look on Dean's face, he knew all about it.

"I'd rather die and know that you lived than not know at all! If you won't stop for Dean or yourself, then stop for me. After everything we've been through together, this is the only thing I've ever asked of you." Her voice had gotten quieter with every syllable until she was left speaking in nothing louder than a whisper.

Dean was crying by now but he didn't bother to wipe away his tears.

"How do I stop?" Sam questioned, squeezing his hand more as the blood continued to pour out. Future-Libby breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just let it go," Dean told him, glancing between Sam's hand and his face.

"I can't. It's in me, Dean. You don't know what this feels like," Sam replied, shaking and breathing heavily. Dean pulled out a bandana and wrapped it around Sam's wound, giving him a small smile of reassurance.

"Hey, listen, we will figure it out, okay, just like we always do. Come on."

Future-Libby managed to make it over to the brothers after realizing that she was the only way to help Sam.

Dean pulled Sam into a tight hug, looking to Libby with pleading eyes. He was pleading her to save Sam. He was pleading her to die for his brother. Libby gave him a curt nod, a small smile, and placed her hand on Sam's shoulder. She gritted her teeth to keep from screaming out as the last of her energy and power transferred into Sam. She squeezed her eyes shut from the pain, but she knew the glow in Sam's arm was dimming with every passing second until it stopped completely.

"Come on. Let it go, okay? Let it go, brother." He watched Libby with teary eyes, never taking his gaze off of her as she collapsed to the floor.

"Libby!" Sam yelled out, spinning around to see her laying on the ground. Her blood-matted hair was sprawled out around her head and her eyes were wide opened and glassy, staring up at the wooden ceiling. She almost looked like a skeleton with how skinny she was.

Libby heard a slight sniffle and her gaze averted to the chair that Crowley was bound in. Even the King of Hell shed a tear or two at the sound of Libby's death.

She looked back to Sam who continued to panic, tears streaming down his exhausted face. "Libby, wake up!" He shook her shoulders and patted her hollow cheeks but she didn't budge. She was gone.

Libby had just watched herself die. But it wasn't at the hands of Dean, it was at the hands of herself. Suddenly Sam doubled over in pain, falling to his knees next to his soulmate's dead body.

"Sam? I got you, little brother. You're gonna be just fine," Dean assured him, grabbing onto his brother and pulling him out of the church. Libby and Chuck followed, jogging after them to see what happened next.

"No, no. Libby." He turned his head to stare at her lifeless corpse as they retreated from the church. "Libby!" Tears streamed down his face as he toppled to the ground next to the Impala. "Sam, Sam?" Sam started to wheeze, gasping for breath. "Cas? Castiel! Where the hell are you?" Dean shouted out at the sky.

He looked back down at Sam, grabbing his shirt to keep him from falling to the mud completely. "Sammy!" Dean glanced back up at the sky, bright lights piercing through the clouds.

Libby followed his gaze, her eyes widening. It took Dean a moment before he realized what it was. "No, Cas," he whispered. Sam looked up, following his gaze.

"What's happening?" he asked, gasping. The bright lights continued to plummet to Earth.

"Angels," Dean said. "They're falling."

Chuck pulled Libby out of the memory, Libby coming to with a gasp for air. "That wasn't at Dean's hands! I didn't die because Dean had to choose! I chose to die for Sam! I died a noble death!" she shouted immediately. Chuck shook his head with a solemn look.

"No, Elizabeth, he was begging for you to kill yourself for Sam. And you did." Libby glanced around, wide eyed.

"What happened next?" Chuck stayed silent, so she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him towards her. He didn't seem shocked or scared. He just stared at her with sorrow. "What happens next?" she screamed, tears threatening to fall. She searched his eyes for any answers but he didn't give any away. "I know you know!"

"I'm sorry, Libby, but I don't," he told her with a shake of his head. "That book is about you and you only. You were dead so there was nothing more to tell. I'm sorry." Libby let Chuck go roughly and he stumbled back a few steps, regaining his balance almost immediately. She paced around the room, running her hands through her hair constantly in an attempt to calm herself down. But it didn't work like it normally did.

"What caused my death? How-how did I end up all bloody and-and so weak?" she questioned. She stopped and turned to look at Chuck. "Please just tell me," she begged. Libby was crying now, almost sobbing.

She had never feared death until now. She had never feared even the idea of dying until she actually watched herself die. It looked painful and slow, something she wasn't sure she could handle.

"Andrew," Chuck replied quietly. Libby shook her head, opening her mouth to reply but Chuck cut her off. "You found him and you went up against him, but he injured you...mortally. You managed to get back to Sam and Dean just in time but it was too late." Libby nodded as she processed the information.

"So-so I just can't confront Andrew. I can find another way to save Sam and I. There's another way. There's always another way."

"Libby, I'm sor-"

"NO!" Chuck sighed. "I'm not dying like-like that," the redhead hissed, pointing to the red book on the desk. "You're the fucking Prophet of the Lord along with Kevin. Do something! You know things that even I don't know!"

Chuck sighed, racking his brain for something. For anything. He liked Libby. He truly loved her. He didn't want to watch her die again, this time for real. It was hard enough watching the trailer. But, much to their dismay, he came up with nothing.

Libby recognized the look in his eyes when he let his guard down for a brief moment. She shook her head, clutching her hair as she backed up. "No," she whispered. "No. No, no, no, no, no, no. That can't be how I go. I'm supposed to stop the Darkness! I was created to stop her!"

"And after your death God will give someone else the duty to do that. You did your duty and that was to protect the Winchesters, Elizabeth."

"And stop the Darkness," she growled. "I haven't done that yet."

"Jesus was created to stop the Darkness after you were banished and she died before that could happen. Plans change, Eliza."

Libby's gaze snapped up from the floor and she stared at Chuck with wide eyes when she realized what he had said. He didn't seem to catch his mistake, though. Only one other person had called her by that name before.

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

"What?" Chuck asked. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. Normally he could see into anyone's mind, but Elizabeth was created with a barrier to keep even God Himself from getting into her mind. It was one of the reasons that she was the ultimate weapon. "What is it?"

"Eliza," she whispered. Chuck furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Elizabeth grabbed onto his shirt and pushed him back until he rammed into the wall, the sound echoing through the hollow surface. "You son of a bitch! You left me! You left us!" His eyes were wide as it clicked. She had figured it out. "And now you're posing as some-some stupid Prophet?" she screamed.

He opened his mouth to defend himself but nothing came out. He couldn't think of a good enough excuse.

"Eliza, I-I-I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry! I really didn't want to lock you away with your father, but I had to. I couldn't risk it. I'm sorry," he apologized, holding his hands up to block her from striking his face if she ever got the idea.

She studied his face, wondering how she hadn't seen it before. Wondering how she didn't recognize the way he acted. How he didn't fit in with humanity as well as the humans, but the same as Libby. A mix between an Angel and a Human. A powerful celestial being and a weak creation. She wondered how she couldn't spot her own creator.

"Why?" she whispered, hurt and betrayal clear in her voice. "Why did you leave me? You promised me that you would be there when I got out." A single tear slipped down her face. "But you weren't. You were playing Prophet." Chuck let out a sharp sigh, closing his eyes and calming his heartbeat.

"Eliza, you have to understand. Humanity needed me to stop holding its hand and let go. I needed to take off the training wheels," he explained. She smacked her hand on the wall behind him, making him jump slightly.

"I'm not Humanity! I'm not just your creation, I'm your granddaughter! You're my own flesh and blood and you just left me to defend myself. I had no idea what to do. I had no idea how to interact with a human properly. And do you know how hard it was to see Sam and not think of Andrew and how I fucked everything up?" He nodded.

"Yes, I did. I was there with you every step of the way. You just didn't know it," he told her. She nodded, gritting her teeth.

"And that's the problem. You didn't make your presence known to me. I lost faith in you. I thought you didn't care anymore. I thought you hated me. You let me believe that I was hated by all, including you. Do you have any idea how that felt?" Chuck nodded again and Libby stepped back, releasing him. She shook her head in disbelief and let out a small laugh. Chuck didn't dare say anything.

She looked back over at him, wondering what she'd say next. She wanted to beg him to heal her. She wanted to get down on her knees and plead him to fix her, to fix Sam. But she knew better. What God wanted, God got.

A minute later Chuck said, "Eliza, you can't tell anyone about me. It'd put too many things at risk." She scoffed, staring at him incredulously.

"It's always been all about you, hasn't it? You created a religion--multiple religions--so that people could worship you. You left because you didn't want to guide Humanity anymore, and now you're asking me to keep the fact that you're actually alive a secret."

He sent her a pleading look, the one he always used when she was a child and she'd ask about her father. It was the one he gave her when he would beg her to stop asking about Lucifer and just accept the father figures that she had. But it was never enough for her. Libby wanted the truth, and to this day it still hasn't changed.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell Sam or Dean. Why I shouldn't tell Castiel or any of the other angels." Chuck nodded.

"Honestly? I'd rather you blackmail me than make me come up with some bullshit lie." Elizabeth didn't reply. She just stared at him waiting for an answer. Chuck sucked in a deep breath, nodding. "Okay. I-I'll heal you. I'll make sure that Sam gets out alive and that you walk out of the church right next to him, helping Dean carry him to the Impala. But there will be consequences." Libby didn't let her shock or gratefulness show. It would be giving Chuck what he wanted and she didn't want that. "Will that be enough?"

Libby thought back to the scene at the church as Chuck stared at her, anxious. The anxiety rushed through him, taking over his every fiber like a disease.

Libby's gaze fell to the red and black veins on her body as she felt them creep up higher, reaching the back of her neck. She didn't have much time left.

"Fine," she spat. "Save Sam and I and your selfish secret is safe with me." Chuck breathed a sigh of relief, a smile taking over his lips. "But don't think I forgive you. I don't think I could ever forgive you for this." His smile fell, but nevertheless, he nodded.

"I understand." He took a step forward, placing two fingers to her forehead.

Libby watched her arms as the bulging red and black veins retreated to their normal blue that could barely be seen under her skin. She felt as if an entire planet had been lifted off of her chest. Libby could feel her cheeks fill out along with the rest of her body as her muscle tone returned. She no longer felt the nausea and migraines that traveled with her wherever she went.

Chuck smiled as he studied her. She had matured since he last saw her back in 2010. Her body would age until thirty-three in human-Earth years, but he wouldn't let her know that. She needed to remember that she wasn't invincible. Libby held out her arms and examined them as Chuck took a step back.

"I just have a question." Chuck nodded, gesturing for her to go on. "Why demon blood? If I'm a hybrid of a demon and an Archangel, why would demon blood kill me?"

"Because despite the demon in you, you're pure. Even throughout everything that's changed you, you're still one of the purest and kindest people I've created. You do things for the greater good even if it means dying. You can build up a tolerance against demon blood, but it's not a pretty process. It's what your body was doing every time you were sick." Her eyes widened for what seemed like the billionth time in that hour.

"You're saying that every goddamn time I was sick and dying, I was actually building up a tolerance for demon blood?" Chuck nodded. "How did it even get in my system?" He shrugged.

"It must've been whenever you'd kill them. Just one drop in your system can make you feel like you're dying," he informed Elizabeth. The redhead nodded and grabbed the book from the desk, slipping it in her bag. "Please hold up our deal."

"I will. Unlike you, I keep my word. And, Chuck, I swear to you if Sam dies from the Trials-"

"You'll kill me. I know." Despite the threat he found himself grinning. "I love you, Eliza."

She spared him one last glance before disappearing into thin air, leaving nothing behind but the flutter of her wings.

Chuck let out a deep sigh, but it wasn't out of despair or worry. It was relief and satisfaction. Elizabeth had proved to be the warrior that she was in her own way. Not the way God had planned her to. He was proud of her. She had the potential to save the world and take His place should it ever come to that situation.