Guys, here it is. The end of the first half of Hell's Angel, the Season 8 Finale. What do you think is gonna happen? Will Libby survive? Or will Chuck go back on his word and have her die? Comment now what you think will happen. I want to know how many of you get it right.

Make sure you watch The Road So Far up above because what's a season finale without it?

The Impala rolled to a stop behind a modern car, Sam, Dean, and Libby climbing out and slamming the doors behind them. As they crossed the street Libby couldn't help but notice the sign that Kevin Tran had buried the Demon Tablet under. She furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head as she studied the billboard.

"Is this really what humans perceive my father as?" she questioned. Sam nodded.

"Sadly, yes."

"You hid the Demon Tablet underneath the devil? Seriously?" Dean questioned as Kevin stood up, a brown raggedy bag in hand.

"What? I was delirious," he defended unwrapping the tablet. The harsh wind blew through everyone's hair, tangling Libby's to no end. She tried her best to tame it but nothing worked so she left it as it was. All she knew was that it'd be a bitch to fix once she got back in the car.

Kevin bent down and grabbed the bigger half of the broken tablet, pushing them together to rebind it into the complete piece of rock. The symbols glowed before the large crack disappeared and they merged together completely. Kevin handed Sam the Tablet.

"You sure this is gonna work?" Kevin asked.

"What choice do we have?" Sam responded as he turned the Tablet over in his hands. Libby eyed it before looking back to the Prophet and sending him a small tight-lipped smile. Dean pulled out the small wooden box that held the key to the Men of Letters Bunker, handing it to Kevin.

"Alright, listen, this is a secret lair. You understand me? No keggers," he told him. Kevin smiled slightly before glancing back down at the key.

"I don't have any friends."

"Yeah, well, just lay low. Who knows? You'll be a mathlete again before you know it." The Hunters started to walk away when Kevin stopped them.

"You guys?" They all turned and looked to the teenager. "You're doing the right thing." The Hunters spared him one last glance before heading back to the Impala, Sam clutching the Demon Tablet in his grasp. Instead of sitting up front, he climbed in the backseat with Libby. Confused, Libby opened her mouth to question it. Before she could get a word out Sam had tugged her closer to him, handing the Tablet to Dean.

"Why aren't you up front?" Libby asked quietly as Dean started to drive. She frowned slightly. She wasn't upset that Sam was back there with her, but she wondered if the brothers had gotten in a fight she didn't know about. Sam shook his head, sending the redhead a small smile.

"I just want to sit with you. That's all." She returned his genuine smile with a forced one, sighing and resting her head on his shoulder. Sam wrapped an arm around Libby, stroking her knotted hair.

She yelped when his finger got caught in a knot, tugging her hair and earning a chuckle and a, "Sorry."

Sam's gaze fell on the red book sticking out of Libby's backpack, except this time there were sticky notes stuck in between several pages. He leaned forward and pulled it out, flipping open to the first one.

Libby's green eyes widened and she reached over to snatch it back but Sam held it out of her reach.

"Sam, no," Libby hissed, desperately trying to grab the book back.

Sam skimmed through the pages she had bookmarked, some sentences even underlined. He landed on a page that talked about God's power and how it was almost equal to Libby's. He thumbed through the pages until he landed on the next bookmark. It talked about the Sword of Elizabeth and the Sword of Azrael and how the crystals worked. Finally he stopped, landing on a bunch of blank pages from the back.

Sam didn't remember the pages being blank, and that's when he remembered that she had altered time. She had changed the future for him and Dean. Libby snatched the book back. "Let's just get this deal done and over with. We have a job to do."

~*~

The Impala rolled to a stop just inside Bobby's old junkyard in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. But instead of three Hunters exiting the vehicle, there were only two. Sam and Dean walked around the small area, searching for anything or anyone who wasn't supposed to be there.

"Hello, boys."

Sam and Dean spun around to see Crowley standing about fifty feet away from them, arms behind his back. They continued to search for anything that was out of place as they made their way towards the King of Hell.

"Where's Ariel?" The brothers stayed silent and Crowley nodded. "What's that old expression? Success has many fathers. Failure is a Winchester." Crowley chuckled, his hands now in his coat pockets as he eyed the Winchester brothers. "Where's the stone?"

~*~

Libby leaned against the outside of white church, her foot resting against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, kept out of her face, as she glanced around for any sign of Azrael.

She knew that he wouldn't change vessels. It was hard to find one that could contain him as Angels and Archangels of Hell were powerful. More powerful than any other angel out there. If the vessel Azrael resided in could hold him down in Hell then it was strong enough to hold him for much longer on Earth.

A man with raven black hair exited the church, hands shoved in the front pockets of his jeans as his blue eyes darted around. They were in search of the redhead. "Looking for me?" Azrael stopped abruptly, a smirk creeping upon his lips as he spun around. Libby pushed herself off of the wall and walked down the steps towards Hell's Angel.

"How'd you find me?" Azrael questioned. Libby shrugged.

"Demons talk when you have a sword to their throats. Mercy is a beautiful thing, Azrael. If only I had shown it to your most loyal followers. We can't have your army living after you're dead, now, can we?" Libby replied with a mock frown before her lips curled into a smirk. She glanced around, watching a few people enter and exit the church. "You know, there was once a time where I wouldn't even harm a fly. Now I have no problem torturing and killing your demons. I'd say that's character development, wouldn't you?" Azrael's fists clenched at his sides.

"What do you want, Elizabeth?" he demanded through gritted teeth. She shrugged, stepping closer to him.

"I want a lot of things, Azrael. A normal life, a family, good, purity...your death."

His eyes widened when he realized what she had come for. He never thought Elizabeth had it in her to actually kill him. But Azrael could see the murderous, vengeful look in her eyes. One that she had only obtained weeks before. "I was doing some research," Libby started, circling around the stolen body of Azrael's. "We're alike in so many ways. Our abilities, our Swords, ours titles. I learned a lot about you; about me. But then I thought, 'Books aren't enough. I need a reliable source.' So I went after a few demons before Crowley cut us off and interrogated them." Azrael raised a single eyebrow at the hybrid.

"You mean tortured them?" Libby shrugged.

"Tomato tomatoe." Libby let out a sigh, shaking her head and clicking her tongue. "One demon was so eager to talk that I barely had to do anything to him. You wanna know what he told me?" Azrael gulped. He knew where this was headed. "The angel that had claimed to be my mother...she was no angel. She was a demon; one of the most loyal to you. A lover, almost. You know, I forget her name. Kayli, was it?" Libby taunted.

"Kali," Azrael corrected through gritted teeth, his blood boiling in rage. Libby nodded.

"Right, right. Kali. Anyways, poor Kaci didn't make it. The second I knew that it wasn't my mother I just took my Sword and stabbed it right through her chest without a second thought. Mmm, the feeling of that silver just tearing through her flesh. And her scream. It was delicio-" Azrael spun around and pinned Libby to the wall, his hand clutching her throat. Libby's smirk grew wider and her gaze dared Azrael to hit her with his best shot. She let out a chuckle, one that was dark. A laugh like that had never come from Libby before.

She was just glad that Sam and Dean weren't there to see her like this. It was as if the demon side of Libby had just taken over.

"Shut up," Azrael growled, seething with anger. His breathing sped up, his chest heaving up and down with every breath he took. "Don't you dare talk about Kali like that."

"So you did love her," Libby stated.

She grabbed onto Azrael's wrist and pushed it away from her throat, shoving him back. He stumbled a few steps but quickly regained his balance.

"It's too bad that she'd dead. But don't worry. You'll see her again soon. And then, one day far in the future when I'm gone, you can tell me where we go and how it is. You can tell me about all of the suffering you endured as payback for those you inflicted it on. You can tell me what it's like to watch me kill your little whore over and over and over and over again. You can tell me how it gets more painful the more you watch knowing that you can't do anything to save her since she's already dead."

"What happened to you?" Azrael asked in disgust, eyeing the redhead up and down.

The streets had cleared out without Azrael realizing it. This was the final destination for one of them. A small town in the middle of Nebraska where they would fight to the death.

"I'm simply upholding my duty to God. The balance of the scale isn't right, Azrael. There's too much evil on it right now and I need to fix that." Azrael scowled and drew his Sword, Libby mimicking his movements.

"You're here to fight. So let's fight."

"Gladly."

They were standing a good four feet apart, Sword at their sides and pointing towards the ground.

Libby lunged for Azrael, swinging the Sword and landing a scratch on his arm. Azrael gritted his teeth and breathed heavily from the wound. It wouldn't heal as quickly as normal since it was inflicted by one of the most powerful weapons out there.

Libby jumped back as Azrael swung at her, hopping up on a short wall that separated the church's cemetery from the sidewalk.

"You're gonna have to be faster than that."

"You've been training." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. The improvement in Libby's reflexes showed clearly. Her flip off of the wall proved it when she managed to jump over Azrael's swing.

"What else would I be doing?"

"Saving people. Hunting things."

"The family business?" Libby questioned with a raised eyebrow. Azrael nodded his head to the side. "Yeah, maybe when we're not trying to lock you and your black-eyed bitches away."

"You're one of them, too, Elizabeth," Azrael sneered. Libby nodded, stepping back as Azrael took a step towards her. She wasn't sure which move she could make next. She wasn't sure if he remembered the combat techniques that she was taught him thousands of years before. "You'd be locking yourself away in an eternal prison with the things you hate the most."

"I've been there before, remember? I just won't get a little vacation this time. No biggie." Thunder roared in the distance as dark clouds moved in over the small town, rain threatening to pour down at any moment. Lightning flashed, lighting up the whole sky around them.

"Stop stalling and just fight already. I have places to be." Libby nodded, accepting the challenge.

Suddenly her wings appeared, unfolding from her back. The white feathers were kissed by fire, the flames covering every square inch of the wings. Her irises glowed a deep purple, closer to a black now than a blue.

Seeing where Libby was taking this battle, Andrew released his own pitch black wings, his eyes flickering from their piercing blue to demon-black. "Full power, eh?"

"You wanted a fight. I'm giving you a fight," Libby replied.

The rain started to pour, soaking their clothes and hair. Libby's red hair stuck to the back of her neck while her clothes clung tightly to her body, showing her every curve and toned muscle.

"We can make this quick or we can make this slow, Azrael. Your choice."

"I've always been a fast-paced person, Elizabeth, you know that." She scoffed but nodded anyways.

The Angels of Hell seemed to stare at each other for what felt like forever before, suddenly, they both charged at each other. Their swords clashed and Libby managed to knock Azrael's out of his grasp and to the ground. He dove for his sacred weapon when Libby shot her arm out, an invisible force bringing his Sword to her.

"It won't work for you. You're not my blood." She nodded, popping the black crystal from the pommel and tossing the silver blade to the side.

"I know that, Azrael. I do. And can I just say, thank God for this." She held up the crystal, taunting him, and his eyes widened when he realized that she knew just how to kill him. "I'd like to give you a slow and agonizing death, but I have places to be and people to see." Libby threw the crystal down on the ground and stomped on it. It shattered into a million pieces and Azrael cried out when he saw the little bit of red liquid spill out onto the wet sidewalk, watching as the rain washed it away.

"That was for Nadia," she sneered.

A bright white light raced out of his body, rushing through the area around him. Lampposts flickered before the bulbs shattered, leaving them on a dark street.

Even though his powers were rapidly draining from his body, Azrael managed to push himself off of the ground and catch Libby off guard, snatching the Sword from her grasp. Her eyes widened as he drove it through her stomach. His wings disintegrated into dust and his eyes flickered back to normal.

He was human at the moment which meant that the familiar red and black veins crept up his body faster than ever.

Libby's mouth fell agape at the pain from her Sword. She was never sure if the Sword could kill her or not, but when she fell to her knees clutching the Sword, she realized that only certain people could kill her with it. The ones with the same abilities as her. Angels of Hell, and only two existed; Elizabeth and Azrael.

Libby watched as the bulging veins reached Azrael's head and stopped circling his heart, taking over the spot. He started to gag, gasping for any air he could get. He watched her with wide, fear-filled eyes as the life slowly drained from their bodies. Azrael fell on his back and the gagging stopped, his glassy eyes staring up at the dark sky as rain poured down on them.

Using all of the strength she could gather, Libby yanked the Sword out of her body with a cry of pain. The black and red veins that had taken over Azrael's vessel now creeped up her limbs. They started from her fingertips, slowly working their way up to her elbows.

Libby focused most of her energy on to the church where she knew that the last Trial would go down.

"Libby?" Sam asked at the same time Crowley said, "Ariel?" Crowley was bound to the chair by the demonic handcuffs from the Bunker. Sam yanked the needle from his arm and Crowley yelled out, shooting the youngest Winchester a glare.

"Libby, what happened?" Sam rushed over to her side as she lay in the corner.

"Azrael," she gasped out. "He's dead. It's over, Sam. It's over." Sam wanted to smile or laugh or something but he couldn't. Libby was dying in front of him and he didn't know why.

But when he saw her clutching her stomach as the blood seeped between her fingers he understood. Azrael had managed to get a jump on her and stab her.

Libby's Sword had landed a few yards away from her, but she knew that it wouldn't heal her. Nothing could save her at this point.

Suddenly Dean rushed into the church, his eyes widening when he saw Libby on the ground leaning against the wall for support. She opened her mouth to say something to Dean, to say anything, but her vision started to blur and her throat was dry. All she could manage was a whimper, curling her legs to her chest to put more pressure on the wound.

"Libby? Libby! Stay with me, Libs. Come on. You're a fighter. Don't you die on me," Dean pleaded, shaking her arms slightly as her eyelids started to droop. He caught sight of the veins creeping up her body.

"No. Libby, you promised me that you'd make it out of this alive," Sam said, his voice cracking. "You promised me that we would make it out of this alive and well. Stay true to your word. Please, Libby." A single tear slipped down his cheek as she stared up at him.

Then, without warning, her chest stopped moving. Libby's hand fell limp, falling from her bloody stomach to her side. Her body slumped, ready to hit the ground, when Sam caught her. "Libby!"

Libby's green eyes were glassy and dead as they stared up at Sam. Her mouth was parted slightly from when she tried to get out a few last words but failed. Libby was gone.

Suddenly Libby's vision came into focus, but it wasn't where she was just sitting. She glanced over and saw Sam and Dean hunched over her body, trying to wake her up. She was dead. She was in the Veil watching everything as it played out. Libby prayed that things changed.

She hoped that God would stay true to his word. But when she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around, she saw Chuck staring back at her with sad eyes.

"I don't understand," she whispered, glancing back to the Winchesters. "I upheld my end of the deal."

"And I upheld mine." Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "In due time, you will understand. For now, it's time."

"Where am I going?" she choked out, looking into her grandfather's eyes.

"Right now? You can stay and see how this all plays out." She nodded. She wanted to stay and see what happened. She wanted to make sure that Sam and Dean were okay.

It had been a few minutes and when Libby looked around the old wooden church in search of Sam and Dean, her gaze settled on them 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 just like before. But this time she wasn't 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.

"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 last day before Chuck had healed her. "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. So far, nothing had changed besides her actually dying.

"No, it's exactly what you meant. You want to know what I confessed in there?" he asked, pointing behind Dean. "What my greatest sin was?" Dean watched his brother with sad green 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. Sam thought about it, weighing his options. Libby was gone, so what did he have left to live for? But Sam remembered that his world wasn't just Libby. It was Dean, too. He'd do anything for his brother, even if it meant the world would have to risk another Apocalypse.

"How do I stop?" Sam questioned, squeezing his hand more as the blood continued to pour out. 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." Dean pulled Sam into a tight hug, patting his back as Sam stared down at his shaking arm. "Come on. Let it go, okay? Let it go, brother."

Sam was gasping from the pain, his eyes dripping tears like no tomorrow from Libby's death and the pain of the Trial. The glow in Sam's arms started flickering and Sam stared down at them.

"Hey, hey, hey." Sam pulled away from his older brother, studying his arms as he held them out. "Dean." They faded out, his arms back to normal. Dean smiled with relief.

"See?" For a brief moment Sam smiled, catching his breath, before he cried out doubled over in pain, falling to his knees. "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 happens next. Libby prayed that the angels wouldn't fall like before. She knew Chuck could hear her, but he only watched with sympathy.

"No, no. Libby." Sam 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. Nothing changed. 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 fall before they could make out the figures. They were angels, their wings burning off as they fell to the ground.

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

Libby's vision started to blur and the world started to spin. She turned to Chuck to ask what was going on when he pressed two fingers to her forehead, giving her a sympathetic smile. She stared at him with wide eyes before the world around her was engulfed by darkness.

"All in due time, Eliza, all in due time."

And that's it for a while. Hell's Angel is going to go on break so I can catch up on writing the third book so that the time span all pans out correctly. Also I'll be treating Part Two as another book even though it's in this same work. So, please, don't archive or remove Hell's Angel from your libraries as it will be coming back soon. Thank you all for sticking with me up until this point and I hope to see you guys in Part Two, too. Comment what you thought of this so far.

What do you think will happen with Libby?

Do you want Libby to come back or do you want it to end as it just did?

Who did you ship Libby with throughout the first half of Hell's Angel; Sam or Dean?

I hope to see you guys answering these questions in the comments because I'm genuinely curious as to what you think.

Until Part Two, I love you all so much and I'll see you soon.