Happy Friday! I'm bored in photography so I thought I'd update.

"Cas, what are you doing in here?" Libby hissed quietly, careful that no one heard her. She peeked her head out into the hall to make sure that no one was coming before tugging Cas in the room and shutting the door.

"I can ask you the same thing," he replied. Libby rolled her eyes.

"It's my room," she retorted. They were yell-whispering at each other, afraid that someone was going to catch them but clearly mad at each other.

"I mean why are you in Heaven? You were banned ages ago." She sighed.

"I was looking for information and then Naomi caught me. I snuck in here. Why are you in my room? How often do you come in here?"

"I was leaving when I heard something in here. I didn't realize it was you." He eyed the books scattered across the floor. "What were you looking for?" Libby held up a letter in her hand. "What is that?"

"A letter from Gabriel. He wrote it before I even got banished to Hell. When I was a kid he told me that the answer was in the books. I always thought he meant lore. Not the literal books in my room."

"Well, what's it say?" Castiel question in anticipation. Libby handed over the letter, watching as Castiel read it over. He read it a total of three times, shocked each time. "You're their savior," he whispered. She nodded.

"I mean it explains why I was drawn to them when I got out. I'm meant to protect them, Castiel, and I just left them because I'm the reason they're fighting. How am I supposed to protect them when I'm the reason they want to kill each other?" Libby babbled. Castiel just sighed before clutching her arm. Suddenly they were in the middle of a field, Libby glancing around. "What the hell?"

"If we went through the portal you would've been caught," he explained. Libby just nodded, Cas handing the letter back to her. "Libby, you just have to trust that you can protect them. You're strong now. Go back to Sam and Dean. They stopped somewhere in Idaho." Libby nodded and teleported away, the fluttering sound of her wings making Castiel sigh. "Goodbye to you, too."

~*~

Libby landed abruptly, her ankle twisting causing her to face plant into the dirty carpet of the motel room with a scream. "Libby?" She sat up and turned around to see Sam walking towards her, his jeans resting low on his hips and a shirt in his hands. He tossed the shirt to the side, helping up the redhead. "Are you okay?"

"You'd think that I'd have that down by now," she said with a chuckle. Sam smiled down at her before he noticed the letter. "Oh, it's something I was looking for. Got it." She set it down on the table next to Sam's phone before standing on her toes and kissing him. It wasn't a quick peck on the lips like usual. It was a long kiss. Libby rested her hands on Sam's bare chest, kissing him slowly and passionately. "Where's Dean?" she whispered against her boyfriend's lips. She was tired of him constantly walking in on them.

"With some waitress. We got time," Sam muttered, lightly pushing Libby backwards as he led them to a bed. When the back of her knees hit the bed she fell back on it, Sam leaning over her with an arm on either side of her thin body. Libby wrapped her arms around Sam's neck, pulling him closer to her. "Where were you?"

"Shh. We'll talk later," she said, helping Sam unbutton her shirt. She sat up for him to slide it off, Sam tossing it to the side. His hands roamed her body, never removing another piece of clothing, but still explored as much as he could while she was mostly clothed. It was as far as Libby would let them go and Sam was okay with that. He knew that she hadn't completely changed from the Cage and he respected that.

"God, I love you," he said, starting to kiss down her neck. Libby stopped and froze, wondering if she heard him right. It had only been a few weeks that she was back and they didn't even spend that much time together in the Cage. Sam stopped, looking down at Libby confused. "What's wrong?" he asked with a frown.

"Wh-what did you just say?" she replied. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"I love you? Should I not have said-" Libby smashed her lips on his, rolling them over so that she was on top of Sam. She straddled his waist, running her hands down his chest.

"I love you, too," she whispered in his ear. The smile returned to Sam's lips and he ran his hands through Libby's hair as she kissed down his neck, stopping at the anti-possession tattoo. She traced it with her finger, sitting back. "I've never noticed this before."

"I've had it for a long time," Sam told her. She tilted her head to the side, curiously studying it. "You should get one, too."

"Oh, yeah? And why is that? I don't need one. This body was made specifically for me. No one can possess it," she explained. Sam smirked, eyeing Libby's body up and down. "What?"

"I think we need to find God and thank him. He did a damn good job on this body," Sam said. Libby rolled her eyes but smiled, leaning back down and kissing Sam again. It went on like that for about half an hour, the two just making out. So when they were laying in the bed just cuddling, Dean walked in. He noticed Sam playing with Libby's hair as they just talked, Libby watching him from his chest.

"Glad to see you guys are mostly clothed," Dean commented. They both looked over, never hearing him come in. Libby quickly got up and scrambled for her shirt, sliding it on and buttoning it up. She was still uncomfortable around Dean after the shapeshifter incident. Sam just sat there, showing no signs of discomfort.

"How was your time with that waitress?" Sam questioned, catching the shirt that Libby threw at him. She ran her fingers in her hair in attempt to fix the wild mess on her head. Dean just shrugged.

"I've had better." Libby frowned. "What about you two? Are we gonna have to worry about a baby Winchester anytime soon?" Dean asked. Libby just scoffed and rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

"I'll have you know that my virginity is still perfectly intact," Libby replied, her voice shaking as she grabbed her brush and ran it through her hair when her fingers didn't do much. Dean raised an eyebrow at her. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just that you're so different from when we first met you. I figured that maybe-" Libby cut him off before he could finished the sentence.

"I'm not that much different, Dean. I still have my own personal morals I'd like to follow." Sam raised both eyebrows in shock.

"Wait. You're saving it for marriage?" Libby shrugged. "Libby, in this line of work no one really gets married," Sam told her.

"Sam, right now we kinda have more important things to worry about besides sex." Libby picked up the note from Gabriel and handed it to Dean. "Like this. I found it in my room."

"Wait. Room as in you went to Heaven?" Sam asked. She nodded. "How did you even get in?"

"Not everyone knows that Samandriel is dead or gone. It was easy until I ran into that Naomi bitch. Oh, and I also ran into Cas. He got us out before I got caught snooping around my own damn room," she explained. Dean perked up at the sound of the angel's name, bringing an amused smile to Libby's face. "Yes, your boyfriend is perfectly okay." Dean scowled.

"Cas isn't--it's not even worth it anymore. Okay, so what's this mean? You're our guardian angel?" Dean said, holding up the note. Libby nodded. "And since when did Gabriel have a soft spot for us?"

"Not for you, you dumbass," Libby hissed. "Me. Gabriel may have been my uncle but he was like my dad. Since Lucifer was gone he took his place. None of the other archangels liked me. They thought I'd end up like my father; evil and a threat. It was their idea to send me to Hell. Gabriel and my mother are the only ones who fought against it," she explained.

"And lost," Sam added. Libby sent a glare to her boyfriend. "Sorry," he muttered. She just sighed. "So you pretty much have to stay with us until we die or you die." She nodded.

"Great," Dean said sarcastically. "I have to see you two be all lovey-dovey for the rest of my life. That's just awesome." Libby snickered and Sam just smirked. "Oh! I got a call from Benny on the way back. Says he needs us to meet him and it's urgent." Sam's face fell at the mention of the vampire's name but Libby just glanced between the two in confusion.

"Who the hell is Benny?"

~*~

"Libby. It's good to see you again," Martin told the redhead. She just stood there, staring at him. Libby wasn't happy with either Sam or Martin. Once she had learned who Benny was and what he did for Dean, she went off on Sam.

"Just because he's a vampire doesn't mean he's a bad guy, Sam," she said as they drove the road to Louisiana. Sam nodded.

"And I know that, Libby, but when have we encountered a good vampire? Have you ever encountered a good vampire?" he retorted. She rolled her eyes.

"That's not the point," Libby snapped. "You automatically assume the worst in monsters but what me, huh? You gave me a shot and did I disappoint? No, not as much as you thought I would. Yeah, I got my flaws, but we all got a monster in us. Maybe you should just trust Benny." Dean sent a small smile to Libby in the rearview mirror. She noticed it, but she never returned it. She was too pissed.

"So now you're siding with Dean?" Sam asked in disbelief, turning around in his seat to look at his girlfriend. She nodded, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, I guess I am. Remember Meg? I heard about what she did for you guys. Sure, the bitch had her ups and downs but in the end she was loyal to you two and Cas. Monsters can be good, Sam. I'm just living proof of that."

"Libby, you're not a monster," Sam said calmly.

"Like hell I'm not! I'm a goddamn hybrid between an archangel and a demon, and last I checked a demon and an angel are both monsters. All I'm saying is to give this Benny guy a chance. There could be other vamps out there," she argued. She sat back in his seat when Sam didn't reply.

"I got into town about a week ago. Up until last night, nothing. He's been clean," Martin explained.

"Doing what?" Dean asked as Sam turned around from glancing out the window. Libby just paced around the room, picking up pointless objects as she listened.

"Just minding his own business. Working at the gumbo shack."

"Benny's working at the gumbo shack?" Dean questioned in disbelief. Martin nodded.

"Yeah. Slinging hash, pouring coffee – the whole bit. And he may be Benny to you. Folks around here call him Roy," Martin said, raising his eyebrows at the last part as if trying to say that something was wrong with an alias.

"Nothing's wrong with an alias," Libby chimed in, earning glances from each of the men. "Martin, you sure you're running on a full charge?"

"Y-yeah. L-l-little s-shock therapy in the morning, and I-I'm-" Martin snapped his fingers. "Good to go." Dean looked over to Sam, not believing that Martin could be a reliable source. Libby didn't believe it either. She had encountered him herself in the mental hospital when they were hunting the wraith. He wasn't exactly the sanest person there. Not that anyone there was. Even the doctors were a little crazy.

"Tell us what happened last night," Sam said. Libby stopped next to Dean.

"So, I followed him home, just like every night. He turned up a path. I hear a scream. I catch up. Then, boom – there he is. The old coot that Roy was eyeballing at the joint – vamped." Dean stood there in thought for a second.

"Wait – did you actually see Benny kill the guy or not?"

"I saw enough," Martin defended.

"Well, then, how can you be sure it was Benny if you didn't actually see him do it?"

"B-b-because I saw Benny turn up the path, and then two seconds later, I trip over a body with its throat ripped. Look, man, you – you ever hear of Occam's Razor? 'Keep it simple, stupid'? It's not that complicated." Dean leaned on the bedposts behind him.

"There's a lot of holes, Martin," Libby commented, leaning her shoulder against the wall. She kept her distance from Sam, still mad at him.

"Holes? The only holes we should be looking at are in the vic's neck," Martin exclaimed. Libby just rolled her eyes and Dean glanced over to Sam.

"This sound like the Benny you know?"

"I don't know Benny," Sam stated. Dean glanced over at Libby.

"I haven't had the honor of meeting him yet," she said simply.

"The Benny you know? Say what? Why am I getting the distinct impression that your brother is vouching for a vampire?" Martin questioned in disbelief. Libby decided that she had had enough.

"Martin, give me the address of where this Benny works. I'm gonna go in and see for myself." Martin nodded and scribbled down an address on a sheet of scrap paper, handing it to the redhead. "Thanks."

"I'll go with you," Sam said, starting to follow his girlfriend. She shook her head.

"No. Stay here with Dean." She patted the sword on her side. "I'll be fine." And without another word she left, letting the door to the room slam shut behind her.

"Libby," Sam said for the tenth time. The girl just stared out the window, watching the scenery pass by. "Really? You're giving me the silent treatment?" Sam asked in disbelief. She didn't reply or make any move. Dean shrugged.

"I would, too, if I were her," Dean defended. Sam sent a glare to his brother, but Dean just ignored it. "Hey, Libs, you hungry?" She glanced over at Dean who held up a wrapped burger.

"Yeah, thanks," she replied, taking the burger from Dean. Sam stared at her, pissed that she would talk to Dean but not Sam. Things hadn't exactly gone back to normal ever since the encounter with the shapeshifter. No one had gotten over what happened, but they all agreed to never bring it up again.

"So you'll talk to Dean but not me." Sam nodded, scoffing. "Even after what he did when he thought the shapeshifter was you." Libby looked up, shooting a glare at Sam. "I'm just saying. That's not exactly something you can just forgive and forget."

"I never said I forgave him or forgot it, Sam!" she snapped. "I'm pissed that you automatically assumed the worst in this guy. He saved Dean's life in Purgatory when I couldn't be there because I was in the Cage. If anything, I should be thanking him."

"He saved him so that he could get a ride out," Sam argued. The couple went back and forth for about ten minutes before Dean suddenly slammed on the breaks. Libby lurched forward in her seat, her body smacking against the back of the front seat. Dean turned around, glaring at his brother and the angel.

"Would you two shut up? Now isn't the time for couple's therapy," Dean growled. "Go back to ignoring each other. You're giving me a headache." Libby turned and looked back out the window and Sam spun back around in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest with a grunt. "Jesus Christ," Dean muttered before pressing his foot on the gas.

~*~

Libby walked in the diner, the screen door slamming shut behind her. The woman, Elizabeth, looked up as she took a seat at the counter. She slid a menu in front of Libby. "Actually, I already know what I want," Libby said.

"Let me guess – gumbo?" Elizabeth asked, the southern drawl in her voice strong. Libby chuckled.

"Was gonna be the gumbo till I saw-" She pointed to the pie on the other side of the counter, clicking her tongue. "Pie."

"Well, the special's pecan," Elizabeth informed her. Libby nodded and smiled.

"'Course it is. Let's do that," she replied sweetly. Elizabeth nodded and walked away. Libby's gaze landed on a bunch of photos taped on the register, instantly recognizing Benny from a picture that Dean had showed her. Elizabeth returned suddenly, sighing.

"Bad news."

"You're out of pecan. Story of my life. Uh, that's all right. Maybe you can make it up to me. I'm actually looking for an old friend of mine. I heard he's kicking around these parts. His name's Roy," Libby told the brunette, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She nodded.

"Well, Roy works the night shift here. I mean, if we're talking about the same Roy."

"Uh, yeah, he, uh, putts around in a – a beat-up camper. Thing looks like a rolling death trap," Libby told her, thinking back to what Dean what told her about Benny. Elizabeth let out a laugh, picking up a coffee pot.

"Yeah, I thought I was the only one who gave him trouble over that piece of junk," she replied. Libby chuckled.

"You wouldn't happen to know where he's parking that thing these days, would you?"

"Well, he, uh, was parking it out back, but just called to tell me he's gone up the road to Mill Creek for a few days."

"Okay. Uh, did he say why?" Elizabeth shook her head.

"Oh... fishing, I think. He really deserves a break. He's been working doubles for the last two weeks straight," Elizabeth explained. Libby nodded. Benny didn't seem all that bad. He was earning his keep and seemed to stay out of trouble.

"Um, listen, I, uh, I'll tell you what." Libby started to scribble her number on a piece of paper. "If he pops up before I can find him, you do me a favor and just have him give me a buzz. Say I'm a friend of Dean's. Or-" She slid the paper over to Elizabeth. "Could just drop a dime yourself," she said with a smile.

"Sure thing-" Elizabeth glanced down at the paper. "Libby." Libby stood up.

"And, uh, you are...?"

"Elizabeth." Libby chuckled, nodding. It was just her luck she'd find someone with the same name. It's not like it was a rare name. But if Elizabeth had known that Libby was the first of the name, she'd probably want to change it.

"Elizabeth. Funny. I haven't encountered another Elizabeth since I got back. Alright. Take a rain check on that pie," Libby told her. Elizabeth nodded, still smiling. Libby figured she could make a friend out of this Elizabeth girl. She seemed nice enough.

"Definitely."

~*~

Dean pulled the Impala up near a camper in the woods, cutting the engine. "Stay here." Libby frowned.

"Wait. What? Why? Dean, I can handle myself out there," she argued. Dean nodded.

"And I know that, Libby, trust me, I do. But I don't know how Benny will act if there's someone he doesn't know here. Just give me ten minutes, alright? In ten minutes you can come out and find me," he bargained. Libby rolled her eyes but nodded.

"Alright, fine. Just be careful, alright? Elizabeth said he went fishing and I highly doubt he's a vampire that likes to fish." Dean nodded and got out of the Impala, slamming the door shut behind him. Libby let out a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.

For ten minutes she sat and waited. It felt more like hours, but when the timer on her phone went off she got out of the car and started to walk. The leaves and twigs crunched beneath her feet, making her cringe with every step. There was definitely no way she could sneak up on someone out there. "You really think they'll go for that?" Libby heard a southern voice ask. She rounded the corner, Dean coming into her sight. Benny glanced over Dean's shoulder at the sound of her footsteps. "Who's the redhead?" Benny asked, nodding towards Libby.

"Libby, meet my friend Benny." Libby grinned and held her hand out for Benny to shake despite the blood on his own hands. He took it. "Benny, this is Libby. Remember Sam's girlfriend I told you about?" Benny nodded. "That's her."

"Guilty," Libby said. "I've heard a lot great things about you, Benny. It's nice to finally meet you." Benny eyed the sword on her waist.

"Hunter?" he asked. She shrugged.

"More or less. Uh..." Libby looked to Dean as if asking if she should tell Benny the truth. Dean nodded. "It's actually a powerful sword. It's mine. Have you ever heard of the Sword of Elizabeth?" Benny nodded.

"Yeah, a lot of us have. Its power can only be used by Elizabeth herself. Why do you ask?" Libby smiled sheepishly.

"Libby's short for Elizabeth." Benny's eyes widened.

"Wait. You're the daughter of Lucifer?" She nodded. Benny let out a low whistle. "Wow. Sam actually picked this one up? I figured he woulda killed ya," Benny said with a chuckle. Libby laughed herself. She was glad to be meeting Benny. He was the one who saved Dean's life.

"He wanted to in the beginning. Anyways, I heard that you and Dean met in Purgatory." Benny nodded. "Thank you for saving his ass back there. My hands were a little tied so I couldn't."

"The Cage. I understand. You got yourself a good friend here, Libby. Dean tells me that you met my great-granddaughter." Libby's eyebrows raised in shock. "Yeah, Elizabeth is my great-granddaughter. I know."

"Does she-" He shook his head. "Wow." Libby cleared her throat. "So what's with the bodies? I take it that it's not you since Dean seems so calm."

"Another vamp. Trying to get me to help him start a new crew," Benny explained. Libby nodded. "Well, I best be going. It was nice meeting you, Libby. I hope to see you around sometime." Libby grinned.

"You, too, Benny." Dean chuckled to himself as he walked back to the Impala with Libby. "What?"

"Nothing. I just didn't think you'd take a liking to him that quickly. I mean saving the world from monsters, it's kinda your thing. I didn't think you'd befriend one," Dean said. Libby shrugged, stepping over a fallen tree.

"You trust him and that's good enough for me. I don't think he'll be another Ruby." Dean nodded, frowning at the memory of the demon. "Hey, listen. We get this vamp and gank him, alright? Benny can live his life. He deserves it. I mean he did save you."

"Why are you being so nice to me? I was nothing but an ass to you when we first met," Dean asked as they slid in the seats of the Impala. Libby nodded.

"Yeah. When we first met. You got anger issues, Dean, that's for sure. And you made some pretty big mistakes, but haven't we all? Hell, Sam just made one that managed to piss us both off."

"Speaking of which, what's gonna happen to you two now?" Dean asked as he started to drive. Libby just shrugged.

"I'm sure we'll make up sometime soon. We usually do. It's just..." She sighed. "Him sticking Martin on Benny's ass hits close to home, you know? People never gave me the benefit of the doubt. They just assumed the worst of me. Benny deserves more than what Sam's giving him."

~*~

Libby grunted as Martin tried to knock her out with the hilt of his blade. She rubbed her head and spun around, shoving him into the wall. "You may be able to knock Dean out, but not me, you son of a bitch," she growled. Sam placed his hands on her shoulders, grabbing her and yanking Libby away from Martin.

"Libby, you got to understand why he did that," Sam reasoned. She shook her head, trying to lunge for Martin, but Sam held her back.

"Benny is no threat!" she yelled. Sam now wrapped his arms around her body, holding her against him. "Don't you go near him."

"Already taken a liking to the vamp, I see," Martin said with a chuckle. "Move on from Sammy that quickly?" Sam glared at the mental hunter.

"Martin," Sam snapped, clearly pissed with the comment. Libby stopped struggling, knowing that if she did Sam would let go. Sam slowly released his grip and Libby stood there for a moment before racing over to Dean's side. "Libby, it's either me or Dean and Benny. Choose." She looked up, anger clear in her eyes, and scowled at Sam.

"Sorry, Sam, but I'm with Dean and Benny on this one." Sam shook his head in disbelief and scoffed. "You automatically assume the worst in this guy when normally it's you giving everyone the benefit of the doubt. Why? Afraid he's gonna be another Ruby?"

"Yeah, actually," Sam admitted, nodding. "Yeah, I think Benny is another Ruby." Before Libby could react, Sam pulled out his gun and hit Libby on the head with handle, hard enough to knock her out. She fell next to Dean. "Sorry, Libby, but I need to do this." He pulled a syringe out of his pocket, filled with a red liquid, and plunged it into the side of her neck.