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Dean's hands rested on Libby's hips as he dug his fingers into her skin, causing her to arch her back and press herself against him. Libby could taste the beer on the Dean's tongue, the same flavor on hers from their nightly beer. Dean's lips trailed away from hers as he started to kiss down her neck. He took his time, sucking on the skin just above Libby's collarbone. Libby gasped when she felt him nip it, her eyes widening at the sensation.

Dean smirked against her skin, knowing that he was the one who caused that reaction. Libby's breathing sped up and her heart pounded against her ribcage when Dean started to slide off her leather jacket.

"Dean," she whispered breathlessly, shrugging off the jacket.

The cold nipped at her skin but she ignored it. With the heat rushing through her body, Libby knew she'd warm up fast. Dean seemed to hum as his lips returned to her.

Libby pushed him away slightly, stopping him.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.

"Maybe we should go inside. It's getting kinda of cold out," she replied.

He nodded, sliding off the hood of the Impala before helping her off. She jumped down, reaching on the roof to grab the two beer bottles. Dean noted to bring the Impala in the garage later if Sam didn't. He didn't want to just leave it out on the side of the road for anyone to find.

Their footsteps on the stairs echoed, Dean mentally cursing having metal steps. They both knew that the steps could be heard from Sam's room, and as far as Sam knew the two were asleep in their rooms.

So, as expected, a moment later Sam walked into the room rubbing his head, his hair wild.

"I thought you two went to sleep," he said groggily. Dean glanced down at his watch. It was about three in the morning and they had decided to take the next day off to rest up.

"I couldn't sleep and neither could Dean so we went out and had a beer," Libby lied smoothly, tossing the two bottles in the trash.

Sam nodded, not quite believing the redhead but not saying anything. Her lie would've been perfect if it weren't for how messy their hair was. It almost looked like they had had sex, but all three of them knew that that definitely didn't happen. Libby, with or without memories, would never sleep with anyone at the beginning of a relationship, even if she trusted them with her life.

"It's getting kind of cold to just be in a tank top and jeans, don't you think?" Sam replied, eyeing the leather jacket in Libby's hand. She glanced down at it and shrugged. Sam looked over at Dean and noticed his shirt all twisted before shaking his head. "Alright, well I'm going back to sleep. Goodnight."

"Night," Dean and Libby chorused. The moment Sam turned the corner Libby let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Dean eyed her worriedly.

"You okay?" he asked. She nodded, looking up at him with a small smile.

"Yeah. I'm fine. You?" Dean grinned, chuckling.

"Yeah, I'm great." Dean turned so that he was facing the petite woman, resting his hands on her hips. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You know we could continue that in my room." Shivers raced down Libby's spine when his lips lightly brushed her ear, but she shook it off.

"Mm, I think I'm gonna sleep. Sorry to be a buzzkill, but even I need shut eye. Goodnight, Dean," Libby told him, standing on her toes to place a kiss on his lips before turning on her heel and walking off towards her room.

Libby's mind raced a mile a minute, trying to process everything she had just done. She barely knew Dean and she made out with him. Libby wondered if she was like that before she had died. If she would just jump at guys like that without really knowing them. But then she remembered that she was with Sam all that time.

Guilt tugged her gut at the thought of Sam. He had lost Libby Wilson, and when she came back it wasn't Libby, but Elizabeth. She wasn't the girl he had fallen in love with, and now to find out that she was meant to be with her brother seemed like a bullet to the heart.

Libby sighed and rolled over in her bed, clutching the pillow to her chest. She wondered if she should just end things with both brothers and keep it a professional relationship as their guardian angel like they had told her she was.

A knock at the bedroom door pulled Libby out of her thoughts. She sat up, watching as Dean entered the room. Libby leaned over and turned on the lamp on her bedside table. "Hey," she whispered, smiling slightly. Dean returned her gesture with a tight lipped smile and sat down on the edge of her bed. "What's up?"

"I couldn't sleep," he replied with a shrug. Libby nodded.

"Neither could I." She glanced around the room, looking everywhere but the man in front of her. Dean studied her, tilting his head to the side. "What?"

"It's just so weird." Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "I mean here we had gotten used to the kickass warrior you were and now you're..." Dean trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"A perfect little princess?" she finished, a slight smile tugging at her lips. Dean chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah." Libby threw the covers off of her and made her way towards Dean, sitting on the edge of the bed with him. "I'm sorry if I pushed you tonight."

"You didn't." Dean stared at her, confused. "Dean, I may have only known you for about a week now, but I do know what type of guy you are. It's just who you are and I expected it."

"I don't know whether that's an insult or not." Libby threw her head back and laughed, shaking her head.

"No, it's not an insult. It's just who you are and I get that. I like how you are. It's what makes you...you. You're better than you give yourself credit for."

"What do you mean?" Libby sighed, running a hand through her red hair.

"You hate yourself so much but you really don't have any reason to."

"I don't know what you—" Libby scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"That's a lie and you know it, Dean Winchester. You see yourself as some monster but you're not. Hell, you're like a savior to Humanity. You stopped the Apocalypse, Lucifer, Leviathans, and almost slammed Hell's Gates. You did my job better than I ever could've. I think you did better than God." Dean shook his head, not believing a word Libby had told him.

Libby sat up on her knees and placed her hands on his shoulder, grabbing his attention. Dean turned his head to look at Libby, their green eyes staring into each other.

"You're lying to yourself, Libby. I'm no hero. I'm poison," he muttered, glancing down at his lap where he played with his fingers. Libby knew that this wasn't the Dean Winchester she knew. He wasn't being cocky at all. Instead he was showing his soft side, the one side that only a select few people get to see. Libby sat back on her calves, cocking her side and eyeing Dean. Something was wrong and she didn't know why.

"What's bothering you? Something happened," she noted. Dean sighed, nodding.

"I feel like I'm betraying him." Libby furrowed her eyebrows. "Sam," Dean clarified. "I feel like I'm betraying Sam."

"By being with me?" she asked. Dean nodded, causing Libby to let out a sigh. "I was thinking about that, too, actually. I was wondering if maybe keeping my relationship with you guys strictly professional would be better," Libby admitted. Dean's head snapped up and his eyes widened. "It's too much of a risk to get close to you guys again. I can tell that people, or things, would use it against us and we can't have that. So, even if the dog was right, we go against Heaven's wishes." Dean raised an eyebrow, an amused smile tugging at his chapped lips.

"Is Miss Perfect rebelling against Heaven's orders?" Dean teased. Libby rolled her eyes but smiled slightly. "I would never have guessed."

"I'm an Archangel of Hell, Dean. I suppose rebelling against Heaven isn't the worst thing I could do." Dean chuckled, nodding. "You should really get some sleep. It's been awhile since you've gotten more than four hours."

"Goodnight, Libby," Dean said, pressing a kiss on her forehead before standing up. She smiled up at him, giving him a curt nod.

"Goodnight, Dean." Libby watched the Hunter retreat from her room, closing the door behind him. She let her smile fall and a sigh escape her red lips. If the two continued to act the way they did then it would definitely be a challenge to keep all of their feelings aside and focus on the main issue at hand: Metatron and the fallen angels.

~*~

Libby and Dean exchanged glances before pulling open the doors to the Gas-N-Sip, glancing around the store until their gaze landed on Castiel at the counter. The duo entered the store, getting in line behind a woman buying a lotto ticket. When it was their turn, Dean and Libby stepped up to the counter.

"I'll have some beef jerky and a pack of menthols," Dean joked in a southern accent. Castiel's smile fell and he stood up straighter, glancing away. Dean's grin fell.

"What are you doing here?" Castiel questioned. Libby frowned, cocking her head to the side as she studied him. Castiel was completely Graceless and she remembered the brothers saying something about Metatron stealing it to cast the angels out of Heaven.

"Gee, it's nice to see you, too, Cas," Dean retorted sarcastically. Cas had yet to notice Libby somehow.

"It's Steve now," Cas told him, leaning forward slightly and gesturing to the nametag on his blue vest. "And... uh, you know you surprised me."

"Well, the feeling is mutual. I mean, I knew you had to lay low from the angel threat, but, uh, wow. This is some cover," Dean said with a scoff. Cas glanced around to make sure there were no other customers before stepping away from the register, Dean and Libby following.

"My Grace is gone. What did you expect? Do you have any idea how hard it was? When I fell to earth, I didn't just lose my powers. I – I had nothing. Now... I'm a sales associate," Cas replied, almost proud of his title and job. Libby smiled slightly at him. She was glad that Cas had managed to make something good out of everything that had happened. He deserved it.

"A sales associate?" Dean questioned. A guy walked up to the counter and handed Castiel a clipboard for him to sign.

"Hey, Steve. Sign here?" he requested. Castiel nodded and took the clipboard, continuing to speak the Dean. Libby noticed the delivery man sizing her up, so she flashed her violet eyes at him. His eyes widened and he took the clipboard back when Castiel was done with it.

"I'm responsible for inventory, sales, customer service. I keep this place clean and presentable. And when my manager's busy, I even prepare the food," Cas explained. Libby wondered why Cas hadn't acknowledged her yet. Dean had told him about her death, but not about her resurrection. Dean nodded.

"Wow. So you went from fighting heavenly battles to nuking taquitos?" Castiel nodded curtly.

"Nachos, too," he responded proudly. Libby snorted, catching Dean's attention.

"I'm sorry," Libby said, "but is he not going to say anything to me? I thought he was supposed to be surprised to see me." Dean nodded, furrowing his eyebrows. The thought hadn't crossed his mind.

"Oh yeah. You're right." Castiel stared at him in confusion. "Cas, Libby's back." His blue eyes widened.

"How? Where?" Dean and Libby exchanged glances. She was standing right there.

"Dean, am I warded from angels?" Libby asked warily, looking back to Castiel. Dean's gaze drifted down to her chest and his eyes widened. The mysterious tattoo that had appeared was glowing a bright purple now, almost shining through her clothes.

"Libby, your tattoo," he whispered. She glanced down at her chest and traced her finger along the tattoo. The glowing ceased and Castiel jumped slightly, signaling that he could now see Libby. "Okay. This just got weird."

"As if it weren't before?" Libby shrieked. She looked up to Castiel who watched her with wide eyes. "Castiel, please tell me you know something." He nodded slowly.

"You're almost at full power. That can only mean one thing: you defeated Azrael." Libby nodded.

"According to Sam and Dean, I did. I can't remember anything." Castiel cocked his head to the side, baffled. "My memories only go up to when I was let out of Hell with Lucifer. The rest is....gone." Castiel's eyes widened and he looked to Dean who nodded in confirmation. Libby's memories really were gone and they weren't sure what would trigger them to bring them all back in time.

"So then why isn't she with Sam working on a way to get them back?" Cas inquired, an eyebrow raised. Libby opened her mouth to reply but decided against it. The redhead glanced up at Dean.

"It's kinda awkward between the three of us right now," Dean said, clearing his throat. Castiel furrowed his eyebrows. "A piece of Libby's soul is missing along with her memories, but that's not all that's changed." Cas waited for the dirty blond to continue. "Since she died and came back her soulmate changed," he muttered, hoping that Cas wouldn't hear him. But with their luck Castiel heard Dean loud and clear.

"So who is it then?" Libby shifted her weight between her legs uncomfortably and glanced down to the floor. "Wait. Are you two—" Dean nodded. "Oh. Oh. Yes, I see how that could be awkward," Castiel told them.

"Why don't we work the case?" Libby butted in, willing the conversation to end five minutes before. "That's what we're here for, right? People are exploding and we need to fix that." She was tired of talking about her missing memories and her new soulmate. She just wanted to solve the case and get back to the Bunker as soon as possible.

Castiel walked out of the back storage room, a box of peanuts in his hands as he crossed the store. Dean crossed his arms over his chest and followed him. "This is not you, man. You are above this. Come on." Libby looked up from her phone, ignoring the text from Sam.

"No, Dean." Cas set the box down on the counter. "I'm not. I failed at being an angel. Everything I ever attempted came out wrong. But here, at least I have a shot at getting things right. I guess you can't see it, but there's a real dignity in what I do – human dignity."

Libby walked over to the two men and placed a hand on Cas' shoulder, sending him a sympathetic smile. She felt bad for ex-angel. She couldn't even imagine what it's like to go from being an angel to a human in the blink of an eye.

A blonde woman walked in the room with a mop in her hand. "Hate to interrupt you guys, but, Steve? Customer had an accident in the men's room." Castiel turned and sent her a small smile.

"I'm on it."

"Oh, and tonight – seven at my place work for you?" she asked. Libby and Dean exchanged knowing glances, a slight smirk tugging at their lips.

"Great," Cas confirmed. The woman, Nora, grinned.

"You're the best!"

"That's what this is about!" Dean exclaimed the moment Nora had left the room. Libby removed her hand from Castiel's shoulder and circled around him, stopping next to Dean. Unconsciously, Dean wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"What?"

"The girl," Libby clarified. Castiel shook his head.

"No, Libby. It's not. Nora – she's a very nice woman, I'm pretty sure she's not a reaper intent on killing me ... and she's asked me out. Going on dates – that's something humans do, right?" She nodded at the same time as Dean, but Dean spoke up first. Libby never really had experience with dates. Her and Sam never had any time to go out, but of course she didn't remember that.

"Yeah. I mean, my dates usually end when I run out of singles, but, uh, yeah. Yeah, that's something that ... humans do." Libby looked up at her soulmate with furrowed eyebrows, opening her mouth to say something but the ring of his cell phone cut him off. Dean stepped away leaving Libby and Cas to talk.

"So you and Dean?" Castiel questioned. Libby sighed, glancing over at the dirty blond Hunter before looking back to Cas.

"I told him that our relationship should be strictly professional. That's what Guardian Angels do, right?" she replied, cocking her head to the side slightly. Castiel stopped restocking the shelf and turned to look at Libby. At that moment she realized just how blue his eyes are. They were just as blue as Azrael's vessel's. A sharp pain struck Libby in her head and she clutched the side of head, squeezing her eyes closed and gritting her teeth in pain.

"Libby?" Cas grabbed onto her shoulders as she leaned over. "Elizabeth!" Suddenly she relaxed, but panted heavily. Dean raced over, worry clear in his green eyes.

"Libs? You okay?" he asked. She nodded, standing up straight and brushing her hair out of her face. "What did you remember?"

"Meg," Libby said breathlessly. "The demon, Meg, told me that I had needed to find Andrew. That he would be the one to save me. I remember going down to Hell and finding him and—" Dean cut her off as Castiel stared at her, confused. They hadn't told him about that.

"I don't even know why Meg would've told you that he could save you. You weren't strong enough to kill him at the time," Dean replied. Libby shrugged. "Are you sure you're alright? I can have you wait at the motel room."

"No, Dean, I'm fine. I promise." He stared at her unsurely. "Dean, I swear. I wouldn't lie to you." Dean let out a scoff, shaking his head.

"You said you were fine as you were dying. I don't exactly believe those two words coming out of your mouth." He said it in all seriousness, but Libby and Castiel could hear a teasing tone in his words. It was odd to hear Dean tease someone other than Sam.

"There was another kill, over at the high school. You comin'?" Dean asked Cas, suddenly back to business.

"I wouldn't be much use. I don't have my powers," Castiel said softly.

"So? I've never had powers," Dean argued. He gestured to Libby. "And she didn't know how to work hers in the beginning." Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but after catching the look on Dean's face she nodded and played along.

"You two are hunters," Castiel said simply.

"And you're a hunter in training, remember?" Dean responded with a slight smile, trying to brighten Castiel's mood. But nothing seemed to work.

"Yeah, I remember. You said I sucked." Libby frowned at his words. Dean didn't seem like the type of person to say that to a friend of his. But then again, Libby didn't really know Dean. She had lost most memories of him.

"I didn't say that. I said that there was, uh, uh, you know, 'room for improvement.' Come on." Castiel sighed, giving in. Libby grinned.

"Alright, my shift's over in five minutes, and my date's not until later, so..." He trailed off, glancing around. Libby gave him a pat on the back and Dean slapped his shoulder.

"Attaboy! I'll go get the car." Castiel stopped him as he headed out of the convenience store.

"Not just yet. I have to clean the bathroom?" he pointedly reminded the Hunter, giving him a disappointed shake of his head. Libby snorted, earning a glare from Dean. She quickly covered it up with a cough. The minute Castiel disappeared to go clean the bathroom Libby turned to face Dean.

"Why can't he stay in the Bunker?" she asked. Dean raised his eyebrows at her sudden question. "He's warded, Dean. I don't see the problem with it." He sighed.

"Libby, it's the only way that Ezekiel will heal Sam. He said that Castiel is a threat to him and won't work with us unless he's gone. It's only temporary. The minute Sam is all fixed up Cas will be moving in with us," he explained. Libby frowned up at him.

"Something isn't right with Ezekiel. I knew Ezekiel, Dean, and he was one of the angels who wanted to throw me in Hell and now he's suddenly okay with working alongside me? Something isn't right here," Libby told Dean. He shook his head.

"Maybe he's just come to his senses on how amazing and good you are." Libby scoffed, rolling her eyes. "What?"

"I'm not good nor am I amazing. I've killed people, Dean. No angel should kill people," the redhead replied softly. Dean reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand. Libby leaned into Dean's hand, closing her eyes at his frigid touch.

"You're better than Jesus." She opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion. "You told me that. Jesus was only created because you were thrown in Hell and someone needed to keep the cosmic balance in check." Libby stayed silent. She didn't know how to reply to that. "God I miss you having your memories so much."

"You and me both. Being clueless about who everyone is has gotten to be very tiring." Dean chuckled and pulled his hand away. Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but when she heard Castiel's footsteps she understood. Dean didn't want him to see them like that.

"Are we ready?" Castiel questioned. The two Hunters nodded and turned on their heels, making their way to the Impala.