Libby groaned, bringing her hand up to her head. Dean glanced over from the driver's seat. "You alright, Libby?" She nodded, her eyes widening.

"Benny-"

"He's okay. He's okay. Martin had gotten him, but we took care of it, alright?" She nodded, still clutching her head. "And, uh, Sam needs his space."

"How long was I out?"

"A day."

"A day?" Libby yelled. Dean nodded, wincing at the volume of her voice. "How the hell was I out a whole day?" Libby demanded. Dean held up a syringe.

"Demon blood. Don't know where the hell Sam got it, but after he knocked you out he injected you with it. I swear to God my brother's going off the rails." Libby scoffed, nodding.

"You don't have to tell me. Where is he now?"

"Texas. I had to come up with a distraction so I sent him to where he was for the past year," Dean said. Libby nodded. It didn't take a lot for her to figure out that he had used Amelia Richardson as a lure. "I'm sorry I used her, but I had no other choice."

"I'm not mad at you, Dean. I-I understand." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"You do?" Libby nodded again.

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I do. Part of him still loves her. He was probably just lying to me the other day." She muttered the last part, hoping Dean wouldn't hear. But with her luck he heard it clearly.

"What do you mean lying?" Libby sighed. "Libby, what'd Sam say?"

"He told me he loved me, alright? I should have known-"

"Libby-"

"I know, Dean! It was stupid of me. It was a spur of the moment kinda thing and I should've seen it sooner." Dean shook his head.

"Libby." Dean sighed. "I think he was telling you the truth. It's just that part of him still has feelings for this Amelia chick. You just have to give him some time."

"Time? Time?" Libby asked in disbelief. "Dean, he knocked me out and then injected me with demon blood. If he accidentally gave me too much then I could be weak and back to square one or dead," Libby hissed. Dean nodded.

"Libby, I know. I ripped into him about it and he feels really bad but right now I think both of us need some time away from him. We've all been stuck together and it's driving us nuts. I don't understand how Sam and I haven't killed each other yet." Libby snorted. She didn't know how either. They always seemed to be fighting over something. "I'm sure you'd rather be with him right now than me, but-"

"No, Dean, I don't. I really don't know if this is something I can forgive him for. Besides, I'm sure he's doing just fine without me. I'm just your guardian angel, remember?" Libby looked out the passenger window. Dean frowned at the redhead, his gaze focusing back on the road.

Dammit, Sam. Don't you ruin this. She's the only girl crazy enough to stick around, Dean thought. He shook his head slightly and sighed, speeding up towards Rufus' cabin.

~*~

When the hunting duo arrived to Rufus' cabin in Whitefish, Montana, Dean made a break for the fridge. "Beer?" he asked Libby, his head in the fridge. She nodded.

"Sounds good. Thanks," she replied. Standing up straighter, he closed the fridge with two beers in his hand. He handed one over to Libby, watching as she popped the cap off and tossed it on the table. "So where exactly in Texas is he?" Dean took a swig of his beer.

"Kermit. It's where this Amelia chick is. Sent him a fake distress call to get him away long enough so that I can save Benny," Dean explained. Libby nodded. "Martin's dead, too." Libby didn't show much of a reaction. She just furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She wasn't a fan of the man anyways. "Benny killed him out of self defense."

"Good for Benny," Libby said with a nod. Dean nodded in agreement and clinked bottles with Libby, both of them throwing their heads back as they took a swig. "You ever meet this Amelia?" He shook his head.

"Nah. But if she kept Sam from looking for me then she was one hell of a girl." Libby couldn't help but frown, and Dean realized what he said. "We both know you'd make Sam look for me, especially now since you found out that you're our guardian angel." Libby nodded her head to the side. She couldn't argue with that. Her green eyes glanced around the cabin.

She had been told years before to go there should she ever get separated from them, but she had never been. There was no need to. "Do you mind if I ask you about the Cage?" Dean asked softly. Libby's head snapped towards Dean in shock. He never brought up the matter of the Cage around her. Her mouth parted slightly, surprised, before she nodded.

"Uh, sure. What do you want to know?"

"How bad was it?" Despite what the situation was, the redhead couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, you know how you and Sam argue constantly in the Impala and yell at each other?" Dean nodded, not understanding where this was going. "Do that every passing second for two hundred forty years with your father and uncle." Dean let out a low whistle.

"Sounds like Hell to me." Libby nodded.

"It's how it was when I was in Hell before, except I could roam around. Get away from my father for a bit before he found me again. This time I was trapped in a box with the two. And the state Michael is in-" Libby whistled and shook her head. "Glad I could keep myself in check before I snapped like him." It was silent for a few minutes, the two of them just sipping their beers like normal people. But they weren't normal people. They never were, and they never would be.

"You had the Sword. Did you ever try to, you know, end it all?" Libby raised an eyebrow and pulled the bottle from her blood red lips.

"Kill myself?" she asked bluntly. Dean winced at the words, but nodded. "Yes. Plenty of times. I figured Oblivion or Purgatory or something would've been better than that. But it never worked. The Sword's powers didn't work down in the Cage. All magic was blocked. My father was on my ass about what I had tried to do a lot, but I really didn't even care." Libby just shrugged. "Called me a coward, I didn't care. I've been called worse."

"And when Sam was there?" Libby felt herself smile before scoffing, shaking her head.

"The way we were in there, you'd think we were together for years. I guess since we thought we were gonna be in a box together for all eternity, moving too fast didn't really matter. I think we kept each other sane. You know, before Cas pulled him out. When Michael and Lucifer had his soul, I couldn't save it from torture. Two against one? Not a fair fight when you can't get hurt or killed." Dean chuckled for some reason. Neither hunter knew why, but they didn't question it.

Libby lowered her head, almost ashamed.

"When Sam said he loved me, I don't know why I believed it. It's not like we've spent the past two years together. We weren't even in the Cage together for a few weeks on Earth. He escaped after, like, a day on Earth. Castiel tried pulling me out, too, but if he did Michael and Lucifer would've hitched a ride."

"And you couldn't let that happen," Dean finished. Elizabeth nodded, taking another sip of her beer. "So you stayed. You kept them down and told Cas to go. You sacrificed yourself, yet again, to keep the world safe. Why?"

"It's in the job description."

"Your job is to defeat something else, but you won't tell us what. What is so bad that-"

"Let's just say that she's not someone you want out of her own cage," Libby interrupted, not wanting to keep the conversation going. "The source of all things evil isn't just from Lucifer, it's from her, too. It took God everything to lock her away. Michael, Gabriel, Lucifer, God Himself, and my mother even helped. They weakened her while God gave her the boot. Couldn't have her here. She'd already destroyed so many of his creations, and the world needed to be created."

Dean furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Who would even be that powerful?" Libby shook her head.

"Doesn't matter. You only need to worry about her if she escapes, and that should be after you and Sam die. She shouldn't even be able to get out for another few centuries. We got that Demon Tablet to worry about. We need it translated. We need to lock Hell away forever." Dean thought back to the year they were trying to lock Lucifer back up in the Cage.

"And if you get stuck in Hell, too?" Dean asked. Libby shrugged.

"Then I guess I'm back in Hell." Dean sighed, shaking his head.

"You belong in Heaven, Libby. You should running it. You shouldn't be in Hell. It's not your home," Dean muttered. Libby, with a sad smile resting on her smooth lips, reached her hand out and set it on top of Dean's. He looked up, his gaze meeting hers.

"Dean, I'm an Archangel of Hell. My father is Lucifer. I belong in Hell whether I like it or not. No one in Heaven would follow me. Maybe I could bring order back to Hell. Turn it into something like Heaven. No torture, but the people who are there don't get the luxuries of Hell. They just sit there in their cells and get what they deserve. Demons would keep them in check, but no new demons would be created."

Dean nodded, licking his chapped lips. He liked the idea. Libby would make Hell almost peaceful, but not as peaceful as Heaven.

"Only the ones who deserve it would get torture. People like murderers and rapists. You get what I'm saying?" Dean nodded again.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. I like the idea. You would make a great Queen of Hell." Libby smiled. "So are you like the Princess of Hell or...?" Dean teased, trailing off. Libby couldn't help but laugh, shrugging.

"Whatever title you give me, I'll accept. Let's get some sleep." Dean grabbed the two empty beer bottles and threw them away.

After a few minutes of arguing, Libby managed to convince Dean to take the couch while she took the floor.

"Dammit, Libby, it's one night. Just take the couch," he had said. She rolled her eyes.

"Exactly, Dean. It's one night. I can take the floor," Libby replied. Dean scowled down at her but Libby just crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly. Dean let out a defeated grunt, walking over to the couch and laying down. He stood up.

"We can share the couch," Dean suggested. Libby snorted.

"And what? Have me lay on top of you? No thanks, Dean, your body is probably just as hard as the floor with how toned you are." Dean raised an eyebrow and smiled amusedly at the hybrid. "What?"

"Was that a hidden flirt?"

"Whatever helps you sleep for more than four hours at night, Dean." Dean smirked.

"You know what helps me sleep?" he teased with a wink. Libby threw her head back and laughed before she shoved him back on the couch.

"Go to sleep," Libby said with a grin. "We got a long drive tomorrow to wherever the hell we're going." Dean nodded and complied, crossing his arms over his chest. He found himself drifting off quickly. Libby watched his chest rise up and down.

She knew nightmares would come to her if she let herself sleep, so got up and walked around the cabin, barefoot, careful not to wake the hunter. Her feet brought her straight to the fridge where she grabbed another beer.

She popped the cap off and threw it down on the table, watching it spin before falling. She heard Dean's voice and noticed the beer bottle still his hand. She chuckled silently to herself, shaking her head. Of course Dean would fall asleep with alcohol in his grasp, Libby thought to herself. For a second she glanced down at her phone, but when she saw a sudden movement her head snapped up to see Castiel. Not thinking quick enough, she let out a scream and grabbed her sword.

Dean jumped up, startled at the sight of Cas staring down at him, and spilled a bit of his beer.

"Damn it, Cas!" Dean slammed his beer down. "How many times I got to tell you – it's just creepy!" Cas didn't seemed fazed by their reactions and Libby tossed her sword to the side, letting out a grunt.

"Dean, I need your help. The angel Samandriel..."

"Sam–"

"He's been taken." Libby's eyes widened in shock. As far as she knew Samandriel had been dead. Crowley had killed him.

"You mean Alfie, the wiener-on-a-stick kid?" Dean questioned. Cas nodded.

"Yes. I, uh – I heard his distress call this morning." Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"I didn't hear anything. I would hear distress calls," she said. Dean and Cas ignored her, making her roll her eyes. No one ever listened to her, even when she had the right ideas.

"On what, angel radio? I thought you shut that down," Dean said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Something was off about Cas and Libby could sense it. She knew better than to pry, but she was worried.

"Well, my penance, it's going well, and I thought it was time to turn it back on. I've, uh... been helping people, Dean." A smile threatened to take over Cas' lips but he pushed it back.

"Well, good for you." Dean sighed and stood up. "Alright. So, who snatched Heaven's most adorable angel?"

"Crowley." Dean looked slightly annoyed and Libby threw her head back and groaned. She honestly would have rather Cas say Lucifer than Crowley. She was tired of his snarky remarks and nicknames.

"I'm listening," Dean and Libby chorused. Cas eyed them weirdly before snapping back to the important matter at hand.

"Samandriel is being held in the general vicinity of Hastings, Nebraska."

"The general vicinity? That's all you got?" Libby asked in disbelief. Castiel nodded.

"Yes, which is why I need your help. It seems this is gonna involve... talking to people," Cas explained. Libby couldn't help but snort, earning a frown from Cas and a glare from Dean. She covered it up by clearing her throat and running a hand through her hair.

"Come on, Cas, I thought you were a hunter now," Dean said as he walked over to the table where his laptop sat. Libby followed, ready to sit as Dean opened his laptop.

"Well... I thought so, too, but... It seems I – I lack a certain –"

"Skill?" Dean quickly closed his laptop and Libby spun around. Busty Asian Beauties had popped up on the screen, a sight Libby hadn't wanted to see. "You saw nothing." Cas opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it and looked away.

Dean opened up the laptop again and the gonging sound from the page played again. He held up a hand, covering the screen, as he closed the screen. Libby walked over and grabbed another beer, chugging it. She had no idea when Dean was last watching porn, but she did know it was either when she was in the shower at the motel or knocked out in the car.

"Alright." Dean cleared his throat and smiled, glad the embarrassing moment was over. "What am I looking for?"

"Well, when you torture an angel, it screams and that kind of pain, it creates a ripple effect of strange incidents," Cas explained. He glanced around the cabin, only seeing the two hunters. "Where's Sam?" At the mention of his name, Libby stood up and slammed the beer down on the table, walking out of the cabin. She didn't want to talk about him or hear about him. He had betrayed her.

"Sam's gone. It's alright. We'll, uh, find Alfie ourselves," Dean said as he read an article on the screen. Libby walked out to the Impala and sat on the hood, glancing around. She waited for Dean and Castiel to finish up, knowing that the two didn't need her at the moment.

  ~*~ 

"So if I were like Benny you'd put me down? Even if you knew I was good at heart?" Libby demanded from the backseat. Sam and Libby had been bickering for about an hour, Dean rolling his eyes. He was getting tired of hearing their voices.

"I don't know, Libby. It depends what you were, how well I knew you, and how you acted. Benny is a vampire that only Dean knows. You're an Archangel that we trust and have trusted for a long time now," Sam defended. Libby scoffed, shaking her head.

"I'm an Archangel of Hell," she corrected. "That's even worse than a vampire. What if I turned out to be psycho like my father and you had no way of putting me down?" she yelled.

"Then I guess we'd be screwed, wouldn't we?" Sam yelled back. Libby scowled at Sam.

"And if I objected to your plan of putting down Benny, how are you gonna stop me from helping Dean? Inject me with demon blood? Knock me out? OD me on the stuff? Huh, Sam?" Dean slammed on the breaks for what seemed like the millionth time in the past two hours and turned around in his seat.

"Both of you just shut up!" he shouted. Sam shrunk back in his seat and Libby shot the green eyed man a glare. "No one is killing anyone and no one is injecting anyone with demon blood. Sam, you don't know Benny like I do. Libby, stop provoking him." Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to object when Dean shot her a glare. She closed her mouth and crossed her arms over her chest like a child. "You two need to grow the hell up. You're not acting like a couple, you're acting like two bickering siblings. Make up and figure out what you want to do. Until then, shut up!" Dean, after making his point, turned back around and started to drive again. It was silent for most of the ride. Sam had gone to playing on his phone or his laptop and Libby had gone back to her books. Dean blasted music from the stereo, singing along off-key to the songs. Libby sung along quietly to herself to keep her from starting something with Sam again.

  ~*~ 

When Castiel, Dean, and Libby got to Garth's houseboat where Kevin was hidden, Libby walked straight in. "Kevin, it's Libby and the idiots!" she called out. "Whatcha doin'?" Dean snorted and Castiel just eyed her weirdly.

"Elizabeth?" Kevin questioned, looking up from translating half of the Demon Tablet. The redhead nodded.

"Mhm. Oo, translations. Fun. Wish my father taught me how to read half of this shit." Kevin frowned up at her. "I only know half, though, thanks to Gabriel." Libby turned around and stared at Castiel and Dean for a second before clapping her hands together. "I'm beat. I need a nap or liquor."

"Why not both?" Dean suggested. Libby snapped and pointed her finger towards Dean.

"Good idea, but we have no beer. I don't feel like going anywhere. Kevin, you got a bed that I can use for an hour or two?" Without a word Kevin pointed to another part of the houseboat behind him. Libby grinned and bent down, kissing his cheek before retreating to the bed. Kevin glanced up at the angel and the hunter, confused.

"Did the daughter of Lucifer just kiss my cheek?" he questioned. An amused smile tugged at Dean's lips and Castiel furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Libby was acting strange and no one knew why.

  ~*~ 

"I got what we need," Castiel announced a few hours later. Libby and Dean turned around from staring at a wall of translated papers, Libby muttering some of the words to herself. She made a mental note to have Kevin teach her the language once everything calmed down.

"Well, it's about time," Dean said as he turned around. "What's he doing here?" Libby glanced up to see Sam standing next to Castiel and a frown fell upon her lips.

"Don't worry, Dean. Once we save Alfie, I'm out," Sam said, clearly not happy with the situation either. Sam's gaze averted towards Libby who just crossed her arms over her chest. "Libby, been a while."

"Shove it up your ass," she spat, turning back around to focus on the papers. But she couldn't. Sam's presence in the room distracted her. She wanted to run up to him and kiss him so badly, but knew that he didn't deserve it.

"Oh, once 'we' save Alfie. Don't hurt yourself, Sam. Cas, Libby, and I can handle it," Dean assured his little brother.

"Not according to Cas," Sam argued as Cas rummaged through a sack of all of the ingredients needed for the demon bombs.

"I told you we didn't need him," Dean told Cas, never taking his eyes off of Sam. Sam just turned around and Cas stood up straighter.

"We need everything, Dean. And I need the three of you, as you say, to stow your crap. Can you do that?" Cas said angrily. Dean and Sam glared at each other, not replying. Libby turned back around, her poker face faltering when Sam sent her a small smile. Libby took one glance at Sam and scoffed, shaking her head with a small smile of disbelief.

"Oh, you're kidding me," she said, letting her hands fall to her side and hit her thighs. Dean stared at her in confusion, but she didn't look away from her boyfriend. "You fucking slept with Amelia?" Sam frowned. How did she know that just by looking at me? he thought.

"Libby, I-"

"No!" she snapped. "I'm done trying, Sam. I'm done, we're done." Libby shoved past everyone in the small houseboat. "I need some air. Get me when we're ready," she grumbled, exiting the old hunk of metal and letting the door slam behind her. Sam opened his mouth but nothing came out and he turned to everyone else in shock. Everyone was too stunned to say anything. They all just exchanged confused glances.

"I should go talk to her," Sam said awkwardly, running out before Dean could protest and go after her himself. "Libby!" Sam called out. For some reason Libby found herself stopping on the dock, but she never turned around. That would be giving him too much. "I don't know why I slept with Amelia. I-"

"Yes, you do," she muttered.

"Wha-"

"You love her." Libby laughed and ran a hand through her hair, turning around. "You love Amelia Richardson, Sam. And honestly, I don't blame you. I googled her, because that's the beauty of the twenty-first century. She's beautiful. She's smart. She's perfect for you." Sam sighed.

"Libby, we had something. Something that Amelia and I don't have," he argued. She shook her head.

"No, Sam, we didn't. We were two lovesick puppies caught up in the moment. We had Cupid's words distracting us. I'm your guardian angel, I'm not your soulmate. Getting in a relationship with either of you is stupid and I should've realized that years ago. Even after all these years, you're still hurting from Jess and that's alright. I get that. You were gonna marry her. But did you ever stop and think about me? About someone in my past?" Libby rambled. Sam stared at her in confusion.

"But you said you never kissed anyone before me," he said, tilting his head to the side. "How would there be someon-"

"I was born when the Earth was first created, Sam. We had morals stricter than today. I was set to marry someone. A boy in the village. We had never kissed, of course, but we were set to marry the day I was thrown into Hell. I disappeared without him knowing, and then later he probably learned of the truth; that I'm the daughter of Lucifer. Hell, he was probably relieved that he didn't marry me."

Sam's face fell at the thought. Libby's whole life had been ruined because of who her father was. Everyone judged her for her father, never giving her a chance. She couldn't make a name for herself no matter what she did. She had just been lucky that the Winchesters were accepting and that they were destined to cross paths.

"I had no idea," Sam whispered. Libby nodded, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I never figured it mattered since he's long dead. I mean that was, what, hundreds of thousands of years ago? It was before Jesus was born, that's for sure. Before she became who I was supposed to be." Libby looked out at the water next to the dock, watching as it crashed up on the pillars. It was calming to her, but with Sam in her presence it just made her want to dive in and never return. "I never even got to say goodbye to Andrew," Libby said softly.

Risking his life, Sam grabbed Libby's hand and held it in his. Her head snapped up as if warning him, but he only tightened his grip.

"I'm sorry that happened, Libby, I am. But you're letting a dead man, a dead woman, and a woman you've never even met stand in between us. I know I sound like a damn chick-flick, but-" Liby cut him off before he could finish his sentence and snatched her hand from his grasp. Sam's heart seemed to break at the action, but she never noticed.

"I will hunt with you and Dean. I will protect you and Dean because that is the job that was assigned to me millenniums ago, but I will not have a romantic relationship with either of you. I probably won't have one with anyone, and I'm okay with that. It's one less life to worry about. When we're done with this and we get Samandriel back, go back to Kermit, Texas and stay with Amelia. You don't have me, Sam, and honestly I don't think you ever did. It was always a one-sided relationship," Libby explained to him before turning on her heel and walking off.

She wasn't in the mood to sit around with two hunters, an angel, and a Prophet of the Lord and listen to plans on how to get back a fellow angel. She would rather have the brief explanation and go in guns a blazin' than sit in a houseboat with the tension suffocating her.

Libby found herself standing on the pier at the beach about a mile away, letting the wind whip her red hair around her head.

She thought back to the first time she stepped foot on a beach. She was a child, about five or six years old. Her mother had refused to go down to Earth with her as she was busy with work up in Heaven. Libby had run off to her room, pouting and upset, when Gabriel ran after her. He had told her that he wasn't busy at the moment and had been wanting to go to the beach for a while now.

Libby's attitude had done a complete one-eighty and she happily went with her uncle down to the beach. It was nowhere near the village that she would stay in. It was on the North American continent.

"I created this beach," Gabriel had told his niece had they walked through the sand and down to the water.

Libby squealed with excitement when she felt the sand between her toes, earning a laugh from Gabriel. He had loved watching Libby explore Earth. She loved every part of it. She was adventurous.

"I can't wait until I learn how to use my wings and fly down here on my own. I'm gonna explore the whole world!" Libby had exclaimed, walking straight to the water. The waves rushed over her feet, burying them deeper in the wet sand.

"What about your job as a warrior?" Gabriel had questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

He didn't want this job for Libby. He wanted her to live her life however she wanted, creating things beyond anyone's imagination. After all, Libby is the one who created dogs and everyone loved them. Libby had shrugged.

"I can do that, too. If I happen to come along other villages needing protecting, I'll protect. If someone from my village cries out for help I'll be there before they can finish their cry. I don't see why I can't protect and explore," she explained, looking up to her uncle with her large green eyes.

A smile tugged at Gabriel's lips. She had thought so much about her future and how she was going to live it. If only she had known the truth at that age.

"I remember Gabriel telling me about the beach he took you to." Libby gasped and turned to her left to see Castiel looking out at the water just like her. She breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Castiel turned to look at the redhead. "He told me that it was your favorite place."

"It was. It still is, actually. I haven't been since before I was cast into Hell, but I can only imagine what the humans have done to it," she said with a frown. "Probably full of litter and drunk college kids. How could they destroy something so beautiful?"

"Humanity is a beautiful yet ugly thing. They were once so helpful to the Earth: doing everything they could to protect it and help it. And now...now they're going to be dead within the millennium." Libby nodded in agreement.

They were slowly killing the Earth. Their home that God had created for them out of love. The Earth that Libby had helped create.

"I went to the beach that Gabriel had created during my first visit to Earth. It was...breathtaking." Libby smiled.

"Yes, it was. I used to go there to think a lot. Especially after I learned the truth about who my father really is. Everytime I'd see an evil act, I'd go there to escape." She heard two voices behind her, their footsteps pounding on the wood.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we're ready," Sam said. Libby nodded, but she never made eye contact with him. Both Cas and Dean noticed the tension between the two. They noticed how Sam seemed to slump slightly when she walked right by him, straight to the Impala.

Cas had slipped in the backseat next to Libby, Sam and Dean taking their usual seats.

"What happened?" Cas whispered to Libby, careful not to let the brothers hear over the music. Libby looked to Cas.

"We learned the truth. He learned the truth about my past." Cas' face fell.

"You told him about Andrew?" Libby nodded. "And?" She shrugged, sighing.

"And he knows now. It was nothing special." Libby sat there for a moment, not saying anything.

She just thought. She thought about Andrew, the boy with the longer brown hair and hazel eyes. The boy who was always smiling or laughing no matter what happened. The boy who could always lift her spirits.

"How did he die?"

She knew that Cas would know what happened to Andrew. He was the one who was sent to look over him after Libby was banished to Hell with her father.

"He was out looking for you, Libby. Michael told him the truth and he went searching for a way to get you back. A hellhound was sent after him; Lucifer's Hellhound." Libby gasped, earning two odd glances from Sam and Dean in the rearview mirror. She sent them a reassuring smile before looking back to the angel in the trench coat. "He's in Heaven, I'm told. You're in his Heaven. He relives the moment you two met and the day he proposed. It's funny how humans used to propose." Libby couldn't help but snort as she thought about it. Instead of a ring, he had offered her a wolf's tooth on a string as a necklace and a stone. A stone resembling the very crystal on her sword.

He had been fascinated by it, so fascinated that Libby had told him about the world of the supernatural. About the angels and demons, Heaven and Hell.

"And how old was he?"

"Nineteen."

He had died shortly after she was banished, probably not even a year after. Libby was the reason he died.

"Michael warned him how it would end. He didn't listen. You two really had something." Cas looked over to Sam and Libby shook her head. "Perhaps it's why you took a liking to Sam so quickly?"

"Stop it," she hissed.

"They look exactly alike, Elizabeth. Why else would you-"

"Sam was just there, okay? I never meant-" She stopped herself, choking back the tears.

She knew that Cas was right. That she had only fought for Sam because of his resemblance to Andrew.

"They're nothing alike besides looks. Andrew would never lie to me or hurt me."

"Because you taught him that, Elizabeth. When you two met as children, you're the one who taught him to always be good, even if it hurts you and him. There's a reason you loved him. He's everything you aspired to be. Normal, good, happy."

"I was happy, Castiel," she snapped. "I had a somewhat normal life whenever I was on Earth. I was good, but now look at me. Humanity had been corrupted by my father and so have I. If I could go back and change it, I would. I would fight until I die. I would go down and kill Lucifer myself." Cas sent her a disapproving look.

"You would upset the balance-"

"I don't care about the balance," she muttered under her breath. "I could find a lesser evil to take his place. To take her place. God and Lucifer aren't equal and you know it. We both know who was equal to Lucifer and she replaced me." Cas furrowed his eyebrows in confusion for a moment before it hit him.

"Jesus is the other half of the scale?" Libby nodded. After Libby had been banished, God needed someone to replace the light half of the cosmic scale. What was good and pure was no longer on Earth, so he chose a woman to bear a child. He chose a woman named Mary to have the child, whom she called Jesus. "Jesus replaced you?"

"Yes, I know. I was replaced by a whiny brat, but she had a good heart."

"How'd you know she was whiny?"

"She took a trip down to Hell," Libby replied with a slight smirk. "Someone didn't listen as a teenager and really pissed off Daddy Dearest." Cas raised his eyebrows in shock and impression.

No one had heard of Jesus' trip to Hell, but of course it wouldn't be written in the Bible or spread around Heaven. Jesus was even given the wrong gender in the book, all thanks to the Scribe of God. He had been quite sexist, resulting in a mountain of false information. It was one of the reasons Libby wasn't fond of the Scribe at all.

  ~*~ 

When nightfall came the group of hunters/angels arrived at the warehouse where Crowley was keeping Samandriel. Libby licked her chapped lips before climbing out of the car, fastening her sword around her waist. "So, there are four main points of warding – north, south, east, and west – and four Enochian symbols, like this-" Cas started to explain before taking out a sharpie and drawing an Enochian symbol on Sam's palm. "-that you need to destroy before Libby and I can enter."

"Okay, so, what? We go in, take care of the hell mooks, and you extract the angel?" Castiel nodded to Dean.

"Yes. After killing so many, I need to save at least this one." Dean and Sam exchanged glances, feeling slightly sympathetic for the angel. Libby sent him a sad smile. She knew that it wasn't his fault. That he wasn't in control.

"Sounds like a plan," Sam replied.

"Okay," Dean said, whipping out the demon-knife from his jacket. "Let's do this."

"Wait. Here." Cas pulled out his angel blade and handed it to Sam. "This doesn't just work on angels. It kills demons, too."

"Thanks, Cas," Sam said before walking away, leaving Castiel and Libby alone to wait. Libby pulled the Sword of Elizabeth from its sheath, ready to kill anything that threatened them. It was an awkward silence as they waited, glancing around.

"The tension between you two is unbearable," Cas commented, making Libby look over at him. "When will you two make up?" She shrugged.

"Don't know if I can, Cas. That would require forgiving him," she said simply, spinning the sword around in her hands. Cas sighed.

"Libby, I have come to realize that you can always be forgiven. Sam will give you a second chance, and you should give him one, too." She pursed her lips in thought for shaking her head.

"We'll see where we end up after this, okay? Sam and I's relationship is the least of our worries." Libby wanted the conversation to end, and Cas immediately grasped the concept. He dropped it, keeping an eye out for any wandering demons.

About fifteen minutes later Libby and Cas could sense that the wardings were intermittent. They exchanged glances and curt nods before teleporting into the warehouse. Cas, suddenly weakened, started to breathe heavily. "Cas! Hey! You okay?" Sam asked, walking over the angel.

"It must be the sigils. I'm not at full power," Cas explained. Libby winced at the screaming in the distance. She winced at Samandriel's screams. At Alfie's screams. Is the vessel still even alive? she thought. Alfie's just a kid.

"Sam, help me muss this crud," Dean said, looking around as he shook the can of spray paint.

"No, wait! There's no time. Samandriel won't last much longer," Cas protested. The brothers looked to Libby who nodded.

"Castiel is right. We don't have much time. We get in, get the angel, and get out," Libby told them. Dean spun around and started pounding on the locked door behind them.

"Cas. Here, take this," Sam said, handing Cas his angel blade back. Cas covered his ears and cringed. Whatever was affecting him had no power over Libby. "Dean, hurry up. Come on!" Cas stepped back against the wall, sliding down and clutching the angel blade in fear.

If the situation weren't so serious and important, Libby probably would've laughed at Cas' facial expression. Instead she felt bad for the angel and turned to held the older hunter with the door.

"Dean."

"All right. Plan B," Dean said, stopping with the door.

"We have a Plan B?" Sam questioned.

Libby stepped off to the side as Dean stepped back before flinging himself at the door. It only bounced him off, so Sam followed his lead and did the same.

Castiel was still cowering in fear on the floor and Libby rushed over to his side, shaking him.

"Cas? Libby? Anytime now," Dean called out as he continued to throw himself at the door. Libby snapped in his face, patting it rather roughly.

"Castiel, come on!" she yelled. "Snap out of it!"

He continued to clutch the blade in fear, staring at the wall. He was seeing something. Something that he probably shouldn't be seeing.

Finally the door flung open and Sam and Dean stormed in. Reluctantly, Libby left Cas' side and followed after the hunters, twirling the sword in her hand and ready to kill. Crowley was gone, leaving just Samandriel and Viggo. Libby glanced around. He was nowhere to be found.

Viggo grabbed a blade as Libby went after him and the two went at it. Another two demons entered just as Cas did, one going for each brother while Cas unscrewed the contraption from Samandriel's head.

"You're stupid for fighting with the only weapon that can kill you," Viggo had told Libby. She just smirked and threw him back, her eyes switching from their green to a glowing purple and a set of wings appeared behind her. It was new, but she didn't think anything of it.

"Yeah, well, I haven't died yet. But everyone at the other end of this blade has," she replied walking over to him. Ready to drive the sword through his chest, he held his hands out.

"Wait, wait! You need me. I know things!" he exclaimed. She stared at him in disbelief.

"Yeah, you do." A relieved smile crossed his lips for a moment. "Too bad I probably already know them," she hissed before driving the sword through his body. She watched him glow and heard the electricity in him crackle before he turned to dust.

Libby spun around, her eyes back to normal and wings gone, the demons that Sam and Dean were fighting dead on the ground. "Cas, go!" Libby yelled out before more demons could come. She grabbed onto Sam and Dean and rushed out of the room.

"Why can't you just teleport us?" Sam asked as they ran down the halls of the warehouse.

"Because my powers seemed to be weakened, too. The sword is the only thing keeping me as strong as I am. Now let's go!" They picked up their pace and raced back to the Impala.

They arrived to see Castiel hunched over Samandriel's dead body. Libby gasped. After everything they had just gone through to get him back, Cas killed him. "Cas! What the hell happened?" Libby demanded. Cas lifted his head up, looking at the Winchesters and Libby.

"He was compromised," he said. "He came at me," Cas said, standing up. "I killed him in self-defense." Libby looked up at the Winchesters. Whatever was off with Castiel earlier at the cabin was now setting off warnings bells times one hundred in Libby's head.

His eye started to bleed and Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

"Cas, you okay?" He wiped the blood from his eye.

"My vessel must've been damaged in the melee. I have to go. Samandriel's remains belong in Heaven." Libby lunged for him before he could go, demanding answers, but he was already gone.

  ~*~ 

The three of them stood inside Rufus' cabin, Sam finishing spray painting an angel-warding symbol on the door.

Libby grabbed a beer from the fridge, chugging half of it in less than ten seconds. It was much needed alcohol after the day's events.

"Okay. That should do it. Cas can't see or hear us now," Sam said. Dean and Libby nodded.

"Okay, what the hell?" Dean said, holding his arms out.

"I know," Sam agreed. Libby just sighed.

"I told you something was off with him since he got back from Purgatory." Libby nodded in agreement.

"Ever since he got back I've had like warning bells going off in my head," she said, making her way towards the brothers. "It just didn't feel like Castiel was in complete control of himself."

"So, what, you think someone's messing with him or something?" Sam asked.

"Who?"

"Angels?" Libby guessed.

"Why would the angels have him kill another angel?" Dean demanded. Sam and Libby just shrugged. "You know what, man? I got this. You go."

"What?" Sam asked genuinely confused. Libby knew where Dean was taking this, and she wanted to stick around to hear Sam's answer.

"Don't you have a girl to get back to?" Libby clarified. Sam nodded.

"Yeah. I guess I do. Um... Since when are you on the Amelia bandwagon?" he asked his brother and ex-girlfriend. They both shrugged, and Libby took a sip of her beer.

"I don't know. I'm just tired of all the fighting," Dean said, taking his own beer out of the refrigerator. "And, you know, maybe I'm a little bit jealous. I could never separate myself from the job like you could. Hell, maybe it's time for at least one of us to be happy."

Dean threw the cap off to the side, letting it clatter, and took a swig of his beer. Libby hopped up on the counter next to him, scooting her butt back a bit.

"What, you being such a big hugger and all?" Sam said sarcastically. "She does make me happy, and she could be waiting for me if I went back. I'd be a very lucky man if she was." Libby looked down and played with her beer bottle, swirling the alcohol in it around. Sam spoke as if she weren't in the same room as him. He really loved Amelia. "But now... with everything staring down at us, with all that's left to be done... I don't know."

"Huh," Dean said, nodding.

"Yeah."

"Well, I do know this-" Dean walked over to Sam. "-whatever you decide, decide. Both feet in or both feet out. Anything in between is what gets you dead." Sam nodded.

"Yeah, I keep hearing that. I'm gonna... take a walk. Clear my head," Sam announced before leaving. Just as the door shut Dean turned around to look at Libby, who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"You alright, kid?" She looked up and nodded, sucking in a sharp breath.

"Yeah. I'll get over it. Just like any other breakup, right?" Dean raised an eyebrow and an amused smile took over his lips.

"Like you would know about that," he joked. The look in Libby's eyes told him that she did know what it felt like. "Woah. You've dated before? I thought-" She rolled her eyes, hopping off the counter.

"I said he was my first kiss, not my first boyfriend. There was someone before Hell. I was supposed to marry him." Dean let out a low whistle, chuckling.

"What was his name?"

"Andrew."

"Last name?"

"Didn't have them back then." He nodded.

"Good point. What was this Andrew like?" Libby sighed, thinking about it. She smiled to herself at the memory of her fiancé.

"Funny. Smart. Hot. Good. He was perfect. He's anything and everything a woman would want in a man. The day we were supposed to marry was the day I was banished."

"Bummer." Libby nodded in agreement, finishing off her beer. She tossed the bottle in the trash and leaned against the counter, thinking.

She compared Andrew and Sam and found that they were alike, but that Andrew was more trusting. He hadn't had a bad childhood to lead him to who he is now. His parents were both alive at the time. Libby had met them. They treated her as if she were their own daughter.

"You know what he did after your disappearance?"

"Yeah, actually. Cas told me; he went out looking for me and Lucifer's hellhound kill him." Dean's eyebrows rose in shock and his eyes widened slightly. His mouth formed an 'O' shape. "Yeah, I know. Cas told me that he's in Heaven, though, so I suppose he's alright."

"Heaven ain't that bad. I'm sure Bobby spends his days just drinking away and reading." Libby's eyes widened. No one had told her about Bobby.

"What do you mean Bobby's in Heaven?" she demanded. Dean cleared his throat, just now realizing that the news hadn't made it to Libby.

"Oh, uh, Bobby died last year, Libby. Dick Roman, a Leviathan, shot him." Her heart dropped and her smile fell. "I'm sorry." She nodded and cleared her throat.

"Well, the world just sucks, doesn't it?" Dean snorted. It was an understatement to say the least.

  ~*~ 

An hour and a heartbreaking phone call to Benny later, Sam walked in the door. He hadn't gone to Amelia and Dean had ended things with Benny, much to Libby's dismay. She wasn't sure if she had wanted Sam to go to Amelia or stay with her and Dean.

"Staying?" was the first thing Libby asked. Sam nodded. "Okay." Dean walked out of the room after seeing the look that Sam had gave him. Sam and Libby needed to talk in private without someone else arguing another's point.

"We need to talk," Sam said. Libby nodded.

"We need to talk about a lot of things, Sam. You're gonna have to be more specific than that," she replied, attitude rolling off of her tongue as if it were a third language. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes at her tone. "What do you want to talk about?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"You and Cas weren't so discreet when talking in the car." Libby's face fell and her arms dropped to her sides. "I can read lips, ya know."

"Sam, I-" He held his hand up, cutting her off.

"I know that Andrew looked exactly like me. I know that it's the reason you tried so hard with me," he told her. She shook her head.

"No, Sam, I tried so hard with you because I liked you. I was just stupid enough to believe that I wasn't just some distraction." Sam frowned at her words. He really had felt something for Libby, but she didn't know it. His actions overruled his feelings to her. "It was clear when you gave me that demon blood. Knocking me out is one thing, almost killing me is another."

"Okay, first of all, it wouldn't have killed you. It was just enough to keep you out to give me enough time to deal with Benny-"

"Which you failed at." He sent her a pointed glare, making her lips curl into a slight smirk.

"And I'm really sorry, Libby, but I didn't want another Ruby on our hands. What if you weren't there and Benny went psycho or something? What would you have done?" She remained silent, knowing that only a snarky or sarcastic remark would come out and dig her a deeper grave. "If I didn't look like Andrew, would you have-"

"Gone after you?" she finished. Sam nodded, and Libby shook her head. "Yes. It was just a coincidence that one of the brothers I'm supposed to protect is the doppelganger of my dead fiancé from thousands of years ago. Sam, we all have someone that looks like us. Even I do." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"You do?" She nodded. "I thought you were made specially by God?" Libby shrugged.

"When no one expects to see you ever again I guess He decides that He can make a few others that look like me. And I've seen these girls. I don't know their names, but I believe one is involved in the supernatural world like us." Sam nodded. "Yes, I experienced an attraction to you because of Andrew, but it wasn't just your resemblance. He's gone and you're not him. I knew that and I still do," Libby explained. Sam sighed, nodding. He ran a hand through his hair. "What's wrong? You seem stressed...more than usual." She cracked a small smile but Sam just shook his head.

"Nothing, I just didn't think this was a relationship I'd screw up. Especially after we encountered that Cupid..." Libby threw her head back and groaned.

"Sammy, it was a Cupid. Not God. They make mistakes sometimes. Besides, I don't even think I can have a soulmate. It's not like I'd have time for one. I'm too busy protecting your ass," she said teasingly. Sam laughed and nodded.

"Protecting me?"

"Mhm."

"How many times have we saved your ass?" Libby rolled her eyes but the smile never fell.

"That doesn't count. I didn't know I was meant to protect you then." Sam shook his head and laughed again.

The hunters were close now, their toes touching and Libby looking up at him to see his face. They hadn't noticed it until Sam leaned down. Their lips were about to touch when the door flung open. Libby's breath hitched in her throat and she turned around.

"Oh, thank God," she whispered, running her hand through her hair. Sam cleared his throat awkwardly and Dean froze, staring at them.

"Did I interrupt...something?" Libby spun around and shook her head, forcing a smile on her face.

"No. Nice timing, actually. Are either of you hungry?"

Sam brought over three beers and three bowls of food, sitting down and placing the beers on the table. Dean opened one and handed it to Sam before opening the second and handing it to Libby who sat in his lap, watching the TV. The couch was too small for three, but after Dean's protests they compromised. Libby rested her legs on Sam's lap, sending him a small smile before taking a sip of her beer.

It wasn't an awkward set up to any of them, surprisingly. It's like they were all just good friends. As if Sam and Libby didn't almost kiss just minutes before.

The three of them exchanged glances before starting to eat. Things were going back to normal soon and that was all they wanted.