So today there was a Code Red at my high school which means Active Killer on Campus. School hadn't even started when they called it. It was 7:33am and school starts at 7:40am. My friend and I ran into another class since our teacher wasn't there and she was trying to round kids up into our building. We were on lockdown for over three hours, maybe even four. Finally when they lifted it to Code Yellow which means Minimum Movement we waited for them to call buses and then my brother and I met up and left with his friend. I don't think I'm going to school tomorrow since it's Senior Prank Day and it's gonna be chaotic. And we had a Code Yellow on Tuesday with a threatened shooting, too. I'm done with my school. I mean I wasn't scared since I have threats on my life all the time, but kids were freaking out and even the teacher was.

(This chapter is purely fluff. No episodes involved.)

The sound of pots and pans clattering to the floor awoke Libby with a start, her hand instantly reaching out for her sword. "Fuck!" Dean's voice rang throughout the Bunker. Libby breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Sam's laugh as more things fell. They weren't in danger, they were cooking breakfast. Libby slipped the sword back under her mattress and made her way to the kitchen where the brothers rushed around in search of different ingredients. "No, Sammy, not turkey bacon." Libby chuckled as she leaned against the doorway, watching them with a smile. Sam rolled his eyes at Dean and handed him a different package of bacon.

"This?" Sam asked. Dean read the label and nodded, tearing it open with his teeth. "Aw, come on, man. I don't want your slobber all over my bacon."

"I didn't-" Dean sighed and waved his hand, deciding against arguing with his little brother. "I just want to get this done before Libby wakes up."

"Too late," she said. Dean jumped and spun around to see Libby smirking at him. Sam grinned and walked over to his girlfriend, leaning down and pressing a kiss on her lips. "Why leave me out of it? I'll help."

"No," Dean said as she reached for the pancake mix. Libby frowned at the older Winchester. "You suck at cooking," he told her bluntly.

"Ouch," Libby replied, putting a hand to her chest in mock hurt. "I don't think I'm that bad. Right, Sam?" When he didn't reply she looked up with a single eyebrow raised. Sam shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "Oh come on. Really?"

"You burnt the pancakes last time," Dean said flatly. "And the bacon and the eggs were barely cooked." Libby just scoffed and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. She glanced over Dean's shoulder to see a pile of chopped up strawberries on a cutting board. She grinned and walked around the Hunter, popping a few pieces in her mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't eat them all," Sam told her, snatching the cutting board from Libby. She threw her head back and groaned. "We gotta save some for the pancakes. Here. Have this." Sam handed the redhead a can of whipped cream. She scrunched her nose up, studying the can.

"What the actual hell is whipped cream and why is it in a can?" Libby questioned, glancing back up at Sam. Dean stopped flipping the bacon and turned to look at his roommate with wide eyes.

"Libby, how do you not know what whipped cream is?" Dean asked. She just shrugged. Sam walked over and took the can, shaking it.

"Tilt your head back," he ordered. Libby furrowed her eyebrows.

"Wha-"

"Just do it." Libby complied and tilted her head back. "Open your mouth." She opened her mouth and Sam sprayed the whipped cream into her mouth. Libby closed her eyes and swallowed the whipped cream, giggling as she watched Sam mimic her actions with the can.

"How many milkshakes have you and Sam had that has whipped cream on them?"

"Milkshakes never had whipped cream on them," Libby said, thinking back to most of the diners that they had gone to. She had never seen whipped cream on them before. Dean's mouth fell open and he looked to Sam who smiled sheepishly. Libby glanced between them before it clicked. She smacked Sam's shoulder. "You ate all of the whipped cream, didn't you?" Sam held his hands up, taking a step back while laughing.

"Hey, I'm sorry! I couldn't resist. You were just so clueless I figured you would never find out," he defended. Libby shook her head in disbelief before sniffing the air.

"What's burning?" Dean's eyes widened and he rushed over to the stove, flipping a few pancakes and the rest of the bacon.

"Sorry, sorry. You two were distracting me," he told the couple before sliding some bacon and three pancakes onto a plate off to the side. Dean turned off the stove after sliding the pan of scrambled eggs off of the burner. "Breakfast is ready!" he sang. Libby grinned and grabbed a plate, shoving him to the side.

"Since when did you know how to cook?" Libby questioned as she sprayed some whipped cream onto her pancakes, topping it off with a few strawberry pieces.

"I've always known how to cook, I just never had a kitchen to do it." Sam snapped his fingers and pointed to Dean.

"I bet Lisa taught you." Dean felt both happy and heartbroken at the mention of the woman's name.

"Who's Lisa?" Libby inquired, biting a piece of bacon.

"After you and Sam got thrown into the Cage, I lived a normal life for about a year with Ben and Lisa Braeden. Ben was almost like my son," Dean explained with a sad smile. "But then Sammy came back, shit happened, and Castiel erased me from their memories to protect them."

"Why leave? You were out, Dean. If I could get out, I would. I'd do it in a heartbeat." Dean shrugged.

"We had more important problems to deal with. Besides, saving people, hunting things. It's the family business. You're family now, so you're probably stuck," Dean told her. She nodded.

"Yeah, well, I've been stuck dealing with the supernatural since before I was even conceived," Elizabeth replied as the trio walked out to the table to sit down and eat. "So I could never escape. It's literally in my blood." Sam pointed his fork at Libby as he chewed, signaling that he was about to say something.

"I've been thinking about something," Sam said. "You said that the body you're in isn't a vessel, but your actual body?" Libby nodded. "Does it age?"

"It did. I don't know if it still does. Why do you ask?" Libby asked, tilting her head to the side like a begging or confused puppy. Sam cleared his throat.

"Well, maybe after you defeat whatever you're meant to defeat and our lives calm down-" Libby snorted, but Sam ignored it. "-then we could make you human. You know, take away your Grace or something...if you want." Libby stopped her fork mid-bite, thinking it through. Was it even possible? She was born an angel, but angels have had their Grace taken before. Sam shook his leg in anticipation, waiting for an answer. Dean just stared at the redhead with interest.

"I...I want to believe that it'd be possible, but I just don't think it is," Libby replied sadly. "I'm not like the other angels and archangels. I'm an archangel and a demon. My soul is a part of my powers." Sam nodded. The idea had been worth a try, but he figured she'd either say no or give an answer like the one she had just given. It was quiet for a few minutes, the only sound being the clash of forks, knives, and plates. Libby's phone rang and she grabbed it, holding up a finger. "Elizabeth Wilson," she greeted.

"Elizabeth?" the familiar voice asked. Libby's green eyes widened and her head snapped up from her plate.

"Nadia?"

"Elizabeth, is that you?"

"Y-yeah. What's going on?" Sam and Dean had stopped eating, watching with curiosity. "Is everything okay?"

"I need your help."

"What happened?" Libby demanded, getting up and starting to pace.

"They found me," she whispered into the phone shakily.

"Who did?"

"The angels. They're mad because they think I let you out of the Cage." Libby was silent for a few seconds. Had Nadia let her out of the Cage? She hadn't wanted Libby to sacrifice herself for the humans, but was she willing to sacrifice herself to pull her daughter out. "Elizabeth?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Why do they think you let me out?"

"Because who else would? All the angels have turned against you except for Castiel and the demons fear you too much. I don't know who let you out, but I do know it wasn't me."

"Where are you?" Libby was already pulled a hoodie on over her tank top and slipped on her running sneakers. She raced to her room to grab the sword when she heard her mother say the one place she knew that the Winchester brothers wouldn't want to go back to.

"Lawrence, Kansas. Stull Cemetery." Libby's sneakers squeaked on the floor from her abrupt stop. "Hurry, please." The line went dead. It was Sam's voice that snapped Libby from her frozen state.

"Libby, what's going on?"

"Nadia's in trouble." She grabbed her sword from her mattress, moving again. "We need to help her."

"Where is she?" Sam questioned, already dressed. Libby was just wearing her hoodie, sneakers, black leggings, and a tank top with her hair pulled in a messy bun. She looked like the definition of lazy, but Sam looked ready to go anywhere he needed to.

"Stull Cemetery." Sam gulped and looked to Dean, who had turned the corner at that moment, with wide eyes. Neither Winchester had wanted to go back to the dreaded cemetery. It was where they had to say goodbye. Where Dean thought he had lost Sam forever after they had just lost Libby.

~*~

"How do we know this isn't a trap?" Dean asked, glancing at Libby in the rearview mirror. She shrugged.

"We take the chance. Nadia sounded scared, Dean. I've only heard her sound that scared once, and that was when she was trying to convince my father that we could start over. When she tried to help stop the Apocalypse. My mother is in trouble." Dean nodded. He knew that he could trust Libby, but his gut told him that something was off. Nadia didn't seem like the type to call Libby if she were in trouble. Hell, she didn't even seem like the type to use a phone. But Libby cared too much about her family to notice all of these things that stuck out. Things that should be setting off warning bells in her head.

Not long after, the Impala rolled to a stop just inside the gates of Stull Cemetery. A headstones had crumbled since the fight two and a half years earlier. Dean instantly recognized the spot where the portal to the Cage had been. Where Sam thrown himself in, bringing Michael along for the ride. Libby's eyes immediately found Nadia watching the trio of Hunters from behind a tree, biting her lip. "Nadia?" Libby called out, rushing towards her mother. Her vessel looked the same as the last time she had seen her.

"Elizabeth, thank God you're here," Nadia replied, stepping out of her hiding spot and pulled her daughter into a tight embrace. Sam and Dean stood back a few feet, just watching. They studied Nadia curiously. She seemed different than when they had seen her back in Detroit. "We have to go." Nadia started to walk off when Libby grabbed her arm.

"Wait. Go where?"

"Anywhere but here. They know we're here." Libby glanced around, but she didn't sense anyone besides the group of four. "We have to leave now." Nadia sounded persistent and scared. A bit too scared for Dean's liking.

"And where would you go that they wouldn't find you?" Dean questioned with an eyebrow raised. Nadia glanced up at him, just now realizing his presence.

"Where are you guys that angels haven't been able to track you down?" Nadia asked. Sam and Dean exchanged glances, debating if they should tell her. Libby studied Nadia, tilting her head to the side. She took a step towards Nadia and pushed the collar of her shirt to the side to see a hole. A bullet hole. Libby gulped and stepped back until she was between Sam and Dean, and then she drew her sword, pointing it at the woman who claimed to be her mother. "Elizabeth, what are you doing?"

"My mother doesn't know how to use cell phones. My mother wouldn't talk to me. She wouldn't approve of how much I've changed and what I've changed into," Libby said. Sam and Dean both pulled out their guns, pointing them at the woman. "Who are you?" The worried look on Nadia's face turned into a smirk, the woman laughing.

"I was wondering how long it'd take you to figure it out. I have to admit, I underestimated you, Elizabeth. I didn't think you'd figure it out this quickly."

"Where's my mother?" Libby yelled angrily.

"She's up in Heaven. She had no idea that I'm in her vessel or that it's dead." Libby's heart skipped a beat when the angel showed its true face. She didn't know how she couldn't see that it wasn't her mother before. "Come back to Heaven, Elizabeth."

"You banished me, remember? You said I was like my father. So give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."

"Just one?" Libby nodded. The angel pursed their lips, nodding in thought. "If you kill me then that's one step closer to becoming your father. That's giving him everything he wants."

"She will never be like Lucifer," Sam hissed. The angel looked over to the tallest hunter, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah? She's part demon, Sam. She can control Hellhounds. She's an Archangel of Hell. That's just one step away from ruling Hell, just like her father."

"Crowley offered her the throne and she rejected it. Libby would never follow in her father's footsteps," he argued. The angel nodded and eyed Libby.

"What if I told you, Elizabeth, that there was someone in Heaven who wants to see you? They've been begging to see you for a long time now. They never lost faith in you, even after you disappeared without a trace." Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Andrew." Her eyes widened and the brothers exchanged glances. Would Libby really leave them to reunite with Andrew? Would she throw her duty to God aside to see the man she had left behind when banished to Hell? Sam had just gotten Libby back and he didn't want to lose her again.

Libby seemed to think about it. She had dreamed of seeing Andrew again for centuries, but the dream had died after some time in Hell when she knew she would never escape. "Libby?" Dean asked. Libby opened her mouth to reply, but closed it. She didn't know what to say. She really didn't. The angel crossed their arms over their chest, waiting impatiently for an answer. "Libby, it's a trap."

"Hush, human!" the angel snapped. The angel looked back to Libby who seemed torn between two worlds. "He's been asking for you. I can assure you, Elizabeth, that it's no trap. You only have to help us and stay loyal to Heaven and Heaven only."

"That would mean betraying Humanity," Libby whispered, her gaze drifting to the ground. "Who is running Heaven?"

"Naomi," the angel said simply, the name rolling off of their lips proudly. Libby knew that she couldn't trust Naomi. Naomi had made it clear that if Libby were to step foot in Heaven again she'd be dead.

"No."

"This is Andrew, Elizabeth. He's-"

"It's fake," Libby spat. "Naomi made it clear that I wasn't welcome back."

"She's changed her mind."

"Oh yeah? Then have her come down here and tell me."

"She's busy at the moment," the angel replied quickly. A little too quick. Without warning, Libby stepped forward and swung her sword, driving it through the angel's abdomen. Their eyes widened and their mouth opened to form an 'O' shape.

"I don't like liars," Libby growled before pulling the sword out of the angel roughly, watching as the dead meat suit/angel collapsed to the dirt. Libby twirled the sword in her hand before sheathing it. She turned on her heel and headed straight to the Impala, getting in the backseat and slamming the door shut. She was angry. Not at the angel like any sane person would be, but at herself. Sam seemed to notice it so he got in the backseat next to the redhead, shutting the door gently.

"Libby?" he asked softly. She looked up, her head in her hands and her elbows resting on her knees. "Are you alright?" Libby shook her head mutely. It was a minute before she sighed.

"I should have known it wasn't Nadia," she muttered. Dean started to drive the Impala back to the Bunker. He knew that Libby would either go straight to bed or straight to the fridge for a beer. It was a fifty-fifty guess, but he figured she'd go to bed. "The way that angel spoke...it wasn't like her." Sam pulled the redhead against him, Libby resting her head on his shoulder.

"You couldn't have known. She knew how to get to you, Libs." Sam kissed the top of Libby's head, but she only stared at the back of the front seat, clenching her fists in anger. The radio was on, Dean humming along to some of the music. Normally Libby would be singing or joining him in humming, but she wasn't in the mood. She just wanted silence.

~*~

Libby went straight for her room, proving Dean's hypothesis right. Sam followed after her to make sure that she was okay and that she didn't destroy her room like she had done just a couple weeks before. Libby kicked off her sneakers and climbed into bed, not bothering to take off her hoodie because of how cold the room was. Sam stood in the doorway. "You can come in, you know," Libby muttered, flipping on her stomach and clutching the pillow to her chest. To Sam, she looked like a teenage girl when she was angry or upset. The tone she spoke in and the way she moved showed it, almost making him laugh. But he knew better than to laugh when she was upset, especially when the reason could be insulting to her if she didn't understand completely. Libby still hadn't fully grasped the concept of humans and their emotions and actions.

Sam sat on the bed next to her, leaning against the headboard. "You can't blame yourself." Libby huffed and rolled over on her back, staring up at the ceiling while still clutching the pillow.

"Why not? I was thinking of going. Of seeing Andrew again." Libby turned her head to look at the hunter. "If you had the chance to see Jess again, would you? Leave this life, leave Dean and I. You'd get a normal life with Jess like you had always wanted. Or with Amelia," Libby asked. Sam smiled slightly, thinking about an apple pie life with one of the two women that he had loved. But much to Libby's surprise he shook his head. "Why not?"

"Because it just wasn't meant to work out. Hunting's in my blood, Libby. I don't know if I could ever leave this life. I don't know if I could leave you or Dean."

"Not to be rude, but you've done it before." Sam nodded. He couldn't deny it, so why even try?

"Yeah, but I thought Dean was dead and you were gone forever." Libby nodded.

"Okay, so say I was in the Cage again or something and Dean was actually dead. Not like Winchester-dead." Sam let out a laugh at her description of death. She rolled her eyes and smiled slightly, smacking his arm. "You know what I mean. You two never seem to stay dead."

"Yeah, yeah. Continue."

"Okay, so say Dean and I were both gone, you were still hunting, and Jess and/or Amelia were still alive and available. Would you leave hunting behind and take the opportunity?" Sam nodded.

"In a heartbeat."

"But would you be able to stay out of hunting?" That question is what stopped Sam from saying yes once again. The Winchesters had never been able to stay out of Hunting. Like Sam said, it was in their blood. There was no escaping it.

"No, I don't think so."

"That is why I'm mad and feel guilty. I almost left you two for a dead man in Heaven. I don't even love him anymore, but I was considering it. Why would I even-" Sam leaned down and kissed her lips, shutting her up.

"Shh. You talk too much," he whispered against her lips. Libby giggled and kissed him back, pushing herself up. She straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, sinking into the kiss. "I missed this."

"Me, too," she agreed. Sam played with the hem of her hoodie before slipping it off and tossing it to the side. It landed somewhere between the desk and the bed along with her tank top and his shirt.

Libby's hair never came out of the messy bun since it would just get in the way like always. Sam kissed down her neck, resulting in Libby pressing her body against his. She needed to get closer to him but it just wasn't possible. Not without them going all the way, which is something Libby wasn't ready for just yet. Sam stopped his trail of kissed just above her bra, not daring to go any further without permission. Libby glanced back at Sam, biting her lower lip, she nodded. "Are you sure?" he whispered. The redhead nodded again.

"Y-yeah. Just not all the way, okay? I-I can't. I-" Sam cut her off.

"I understand." Libby nodded. If only you truly understood, she thought as Sam's arms reached behind her, unclasping the bra around her chest. He slid the straps off of her shoulders and threw it aside.

~*~

The couple lay under the sheets, Libby breathing heavily. Both were naked, but had only made it halfway to third base. "Woah," Libby whispered, staring at the ceiling. Sam chuckled and nodded. "Okay, I see what you guys meant when you said I was missing out." Sam pressed a kiss on her collarbone, trailing down her body again when Libby started shaking and her breathing sped up, but it wasn't from excitement or exhaustion. It was almost like...a panic attack. Sam's brows furrowed with worry.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Libby nodded but he could tell that she was lying. Sam sat up in the bed, looking down at her. "Libby, seriously. What's wrong?" Memories of Hell flashed through her mind as Sam's voice desperately tried to pull her out from the living nightmare. "Libby!" Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks as she hyperventilated, but Sam had no idea as to why she'd have a panic attack. She had been perfectly fine a few seconds earlier.

"I-I can't-" She choked on her words as the tears started to speed up. Sam pulled her against him, stroking her hair in attempt to calm her down. It had come out of its bun and he knew that playing with her hair had always calmed her down. Libby buried her head in his chest, her heavy breaths starting to slow.

"Shh," he whispered in her ear, holding her tighter. Even though he held her tight, she felt safe in his embrace. Like nothing could get to her as long as she was in his arms. "It's okay. It's okay, Libby. I'm right here." There was a knock on the bedroom door, the handle jiggling. But the lock kept Dean out.

"Sam? Libby? What's going on?" Dean called out worriedly. He had heard Libby freaking out and rushed over when he realized something was wrong.

"It's fine, Dean. I got it under control," Sam called back. "She had a panic attack." Dean breathed a sigh of relief and rested his forehead against the doorframe, thinking back to what Libby had once told him when they separated from Sam after the whole Benny situation.

"Thousands of years and you've never had sex. Why?" Dean had questioned as he and the redhead sat in the Impala munching on burgers. They had been talking about a waitress that was flirting with Dean, but he turned down due to the fact that it was Libby with him and not Sam.

"I don't want it. There was once a time where I was excited to finally lose it, ya know? But when I did it wasn't-" Libby cut herself off when she realized what she had said. Dean stopped mid-bite and glanced over at the girl who was frozen in her seat.

"Did you just say-" Libby pressed her lips in a thin line and nodded. "But I thought you said-"

"I-I lied," she replied. She looked over at Dean who stared at her in shock with raised eyebrows. "I didn't think that you guys needed to know the truth. I would just be something else for you to worry about."

"Libby, what are you talking about? Why would we worry about you because you had sex or not? We wouldn't judge you. Sam and I aren't exactly virgin Mary's either." Libby shook her head, almost ashamed. "Libs, what happened?"

"Remember when I told you how the demons would torture me to try and get information I had? Whenever my father was gone or busy they'd take advantage?" Dean nodded. He remembered it clearly. He had seen all of the scars from it. "T-they did more than just cut me. I mean, I'm not some cliché sob story that breaks down at the mention of it, but I'm not exactly immune to breaking down if I'm reminded of it too much." Dean stared at her, confused. He hadn't caught on only because he would never think of it happening to her. He had underestimated the demons down in Hell when they really wanted something. It took a moment before it clicked, and even then he thought he was wrong.

"Wait. Are you saying that they raped you?" Libby nodded shyly. Dean's eyes widened and he suddenly felt guilty for everything he had said in the past. "Libby, I'm sorry. I-"

"Why apologize? You didn't know about me, it was a long time ago, and what's done is done." She shrugged as if it were nothing. "Just forget about it. Let's change the topic."

Dean had never told Sam what Libby shared, only because he figured that Libby would tell him when she was ready. She hadn't wanted to tell Dean, but it had just slipped out. So when Sam was trying to comfort Libby he had absolutely no idea as to why she flipped out after one of the best times of her life. Sam heard Dean's footsteps retreating down the hall. Libby's breathing was back to a normal pace and her heart had slowed. "What happened?" Sam asked softly. Libby clutched the blanket against her bare chest as she leaned against Sam.

"I'll explain later. I promise. Right now I just want to sleep." Sam nodded, knowing better than to argue and force something out of her. He got up and flicked off the lights before crawling back into the bed with his girlfriend. He wrapped his arms around Libby's torso and pulled her closer to his body. Libby wrapped her leg around Sam's before falling asleep, exhaustion taking over.

Idk, man. I just wanted a cute little fluff chapter with some death, hurt, heartbreak, and Sibby/Selizabeth