"And why the hell not?" the redhead yelled, spinning around from her spot where she had stopped pacing the room. The brunette rolled her brown eyes, looking up from the laptop on the table of the motel room. She had been against the idea, but Elizabeth managed to talk her into it.

The smell of mildew filled the air and mold started to creep up the peeling wallpaper. The beds squeaked with every move they made and they could feel the springs digging into their backs.

"Because, Elizabeth, it's just not that simple. You two are still one. You're only physically separated. Whatever happens to her, happens to you. You kill her then you die, too," Nadia explained, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

She had found a new vessel in Toronto on the set of a TV show. Somehow she got the permission to inhabit her, but the woman had quickly regretted it. Elizabeth was too strong, though, for her to eject no matter how much she fought.

"Nadia, she's a threat," Elizabeth growled. Nadia narrowed her eyes at her daughter, pushing herself up from her seat.

"I know that," she snapped. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. "I know, Elizabeth. Trust me, I do. But we have to play it safe for now. Right now we have greater enemies than Libby. The girl wouldn't hurt a fly. Not without her demon half in her." Elizabeth let out a huff of air and crossed her arms over her chest. "Patience, my daughter. We'll get there, I promise."

"We better. I'd rather not be that perfect little princess again." She scoffed. "It was annoying." Nadia nodded and closed the lid of the computer, sliding it in the backpack. She glanced around the room. "What's wrong?"

"We must move. I can sense them." Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Sense who?"

"The angels and demons. They've picked up on our trail." Elizabeth cocked her head to the side. Nadia rolled her eyes. "Your powers, Elizabeth. They leave a trail that they can pick up on. Why do you think no one has been able to find Libby Wilson? She refrains from using her powers." Elizabeth nodded, her mouth forming an 'O' shape.

She crossed the room towards the bed and snatched up her duffel bag before placing a hand on Nadia's shoulder. The two disappeared into thin air just as the door was kicked in by two angels, angel blades in hand. "Where are they? I can feel them," one growled.

"Gone." The angels turned around at the sound of the voice. Her red lips curled into a smirk. "Elizabeth and Nadia, a team up everyone could see coming. Rumor has it that they have big plans for Heaven and Hell."

"Abaddon," an angel sneered. Abaddon simply stared back at them. "Why are you searching for them?"

"They want to steal my throne. I can't let that happen. They must be stopped." The two angels exchanged glances.

"Elizabeth Wilson died when the angels fell," one said. Abaddon raised an eyebrow. No one had informed her of that news. She had noticed Libby's absence during the Third Trial, but chalked it up to her being forced to stay back at the Bunker. "And Nadia was killed by Azrael months ago." Abaddon pursed her lips in thought.

"Well, then something obviously brought them back." Two demons walked in the room, standing behind Abaddon. She turned her head slightly to address them. "Find those two and bring them to me alive. I want to have a little fun with them." The demons nodded curtly before taking off. Abaddon looked back to the angels. "I know you want them gone as much as I do, so tell me; what do you know about Elizabeth and Nadia?"

"They're accepted by both Heaven and Hell." Abaddon raised an eyebrow.

"How? That's impossible."

"No, it's not, actually," the second angel chimed in. Abaddon gestured for him to continue. "Elizabeth is Hell's Archangel and Nadia...she's something else. We don't quite know yet. But we do know she's not an angel. It's how she was able to reproduce with Lucifer."

"Interesting." Abaddon stepped forward and snatched the blades from their grasp before they could even blink, spinning them around in her hands before driving the two blades through their chest. Their mouths fell agape as a bright white light flashed through them. "Thank you for that information. It was very helpful."

Nadia and Elizabeth landed in a junkyard in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. "Where are we?" Nadia questioned, glancing around.

"You remember this place. It's where you met the Winchesters." Nadia's eyes widened. They stood in the middle of Bobby's junkyard. "Bobby Singer died while I was in the Cage, the year before I escaped. It's abandoned. Don't worry," she assured her mother before walking in the house. Nadia scurried after her, jumping over a stray scrap of metal.

"Won't the angels and demons find us here?" Elizabeth shook her head.

"No. Bobby was a paranoid bastard. The place is warded from everything in existence it seems." She pushed the door open, waving her hand and coughing when a cloud of dust blew up in her face. "Yeah. No one's been here for a long time," she informed her between coughs. Nadia's eyes skimmed the place. It was quite messy, yet organized at the same time. Her gaze fell upon the hundreds of lore books scattered around the room. "All of the information we need at our fingertips." Elizabeth smirked as she picked up a book, swiping a layer of dust off of the cover.

~*~

Libby let out a frustrated groan as she turned the pan over, letting the black pancake fall into the trash on top of the other six. It was around five in the morning and she was attempting cooking, a skill that she would need in the future. But she sucked at it and she knew it. Every pancake had been burnt and every piece of bacon curled to a crisp of black. A bubble of grease shot up from the pan, burning Libby's arm. She turned it over and eyed the red mark. Just another to add to the ever growing collection. She didn't know how Dean managed to make it look so easy.

"Having trouble?" Libby spun around to see the green-eyed man leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, a head full of messy blond hair. He had dark bags under his eyes, just proving how much sleep he really got. "Would you like some help?" he asked with a chuckle. Libby nodded.

"Please. I'm horrible at this." Dean smiled and shook his head, walking over to the woman. "Put a pig and a fire in front of me and I could cook it. Put pancake mix, a pan, and a stove and I'll just burn it." She nodded her head at the trashcan to her left. Dean raised his eyebrows as he peered down into it, letting out a laugh.

"Wow, you really do suck at this." She gave him a flat face, earning another chuckle from the man. "Okay, let's clean this up first." He took the pan and scraped off all of the black mix into the trash before greasing the pan. Taking the pancake mix, Dean poured a bit on the pan and watching it spread out. It was a decent sized pancake. "Okay, leave it on for only a minute." Libby nodded, watching as it browned slightly.

"So how'd you learn how to cook?" Libby asked, trying to make conversation. Dean flipped the pancake quickly, barely any of the batter splattering anywhere else on the pan. Libby watched in awe as he did it so effortlessly. Cooking seemed to just come natural to Dean Winchester.

"Growing up, I was in charge of Sam. I kept watch over him while Dad was away on hunts. I ended up learning. Just taught myself, I guess," he explained. Libby nodded, watching as he slid the spatula under the pancake, transferring it over to the plate. He handed Libby the batter. "You try." She bit her lower lip and took it from him, pouring it over the pan. Dean's eyes widened. "Woah, woah, woah! That's enough!" Libby jerked the bowl up immediately, setting it aside as the batter expanded across the pan.

"Sorry." Dean shook his head.

"You're learning. It's fine." She nodded, watching the pancake. Dean stepped away for a few seconds and grabbed some orange juice from the fridge, taking a swig from the carton. Libby cringed. "What?" he asked, pulling the carton from his lips.

"There are three other people living in this Bunker that drink out of that, Dean," she scolded, snatching the carton away from him and setting it on the counter. She turned back to the pancake and lifted it, finding the first side cooked. She slid the spatula under it slowly, making sure the bottom was cooked thoroughly, before lifting it up and flipping it. "We don't want your drool in our drinks."

"It doesn't hurt if they don't know," he defended. Libby scoffed and rolled her eyes but found herself smiling. Dean wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder.

"I'm too short for you to do that. You're gonna hurt yourself," she told him.

"Actually, you're the perfect height for me to do this." Dean nuzzled his head in her neck, Libby letting out a giggle. "And this," he whispered in her ear before pressing a kiss against her skin.

"Dean, I thought you were teaching me how to cook. Not seduce me." He rolled his eyes.

"It's done," he said, not even bothering to glance over at the food. Libby lifted up the pancake from the pan, grinning when it was the desired golden color. She slid it onto the plate with the other single pancake that was made by Dean. "You did good. I say we end this lesson." Libby frowned, trying to turn to look at Dean, but his arms had her locked in that position.

"We've made two pancakes," she deadpanned. He nodded, continuing to kiss down her neck.

"And I'm not hungry and I doubt you are either, and even if you were it wouldn't matter because you don't need to eat. It's a luxury for you," he muttered against her skin. "We've had a stressful week. I say we have some fun."

"Our whole lives are stressful," she retorted. Dean stopped, looking up before shrugging. He knew she was right. If anyone lived a day in the life of Sam and Dean Winchester and Libby Wilson, they'd quit halfway through. It would just be too much for any normal person to handle. "Besides, remember what happened last time we were in the kitchen?" Dean let out a groan, closing his eyes at the memory. Kevin had walked in on them.

"Kevin and Sam are out running errands. We'll hear them if they come in," he argued. Libby sighed but nodded, reaching forward and turning off the stove. Dean smirked, knowing he had won that argument. He loved spending time with Libby when it was just the two of them. Doing anything sexual or not, he'd rather be alone with her than be stuck in a room with two other guys debating scientific theories with Libby joining in.

"You're going to get us in major trouble one day," Libby sang as she felt the stubble on his chin scrape across her shoulder.

"Oh, yeah? And how is that?"

"I don't know, I just know you will. You're Dean Winchester. Trouble finds you." He chuckled and pulled away, spinning her around.

"And you're Libby Wilson. Trouble loves you. I'd say that makes a great pair, right?" Libby leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips, running her tongue across his lower lip. Dean opened his mouth slightly, letting her in. A second later he pulled away, furrowing his eyebrows. "Did you have strawberries and beer for breakfast?" he questioned. Libby shrugged, smirking.

"Maybe. Not like there's much in the kitchen to choose from. Sam and Kevin are grocery shopping, I think." Dean nodded.

"Good. It means we have a few hours." He turned her to the left and made her back up until her butt his the counter. Gripping her hips, Dean hoisted her up on the counter to his height and stood between her legs. Libby sank into the kiss instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "For someone who has no memory of kissing anyone, you sure are good at this."

"And for someone who has never had any sexual activities with me, you sure do know where to put your hands. Or maybe it was that shapeshifter." Dean stopped and pulled away, staring back at her with wide eyes. She hadn't gotten that far in the book last he checked. Libby seemed to read his mind because she said, "I got that memory the other night."

"What else did you remember?"

"Us fighting. Me taking off. I went to Heaven and found a note from Gabriel. That's where the memory cuts off," she explained. He nodded and rested his forehead against hers, thinking. "Did we fight a lot?"

"About as much as Sam and I did." The redhead raised an eyebrow, an amused smile tugging at her bare lips.

"So that's a yes." Dean managed to chuckle and nod.

"Yeah, that's a yes." He looked into her eyes, running his hands up and down her arms. "I like this you. We don't fight, we don't clash. We work as a couple. I mean, hell even you and Sam fought more than we do and we knew for sure that you two were soulmates. It's just different this time." Dean's hands slid down her side, going to rest on her thighs but instead hit the pancake mix bowl. "Shit," he muttered, pulling his hand out. Libby laughed, watching as he accidentally knocked the bowl over. The mix splattered onto the floor and her hand flew to her mouth as she tried to stop the laughter from bubbling out of her. "What the—"

"I didn't realize you were this clumsy," she teased, pulling her hand away. He scowled at her playfully, shaking his hand off over the trash bin. Libby rolled her eyes and grinned, grabbing a few paper towels and handing them to him.

"And somehow the moment is always ruined," he grumbled, wiping the sticky mix from his hand. The hybrid pressed her hands against his chest, staring up at him.

"I think this has to be the best one yet," she mumbled as he tossed the paper towel into the trash. Dean scoffed, shaking his head. "Oh, come on. You have to admit that it was funny."

"Yeah, maybe for you." She snickered.

"Alright, Mr. Grumpy. Let me make it up to you. We have roughly two hours before Sam and Kevin walk through those Bunker doors with bags of food in their hands. I'm sure that gives us plenty of time to—"

"Dean, Libby, we're back!" Kevin called out. Dean raised an eyebrow at Libby.

"You were saying?" She scowled, Dean expressing the same mood. "I swear we just need to sneak off and get a motel room one day. Just one day to ourselves. That's all I ask," he rambled as they walked out of the kitchen to meet the Hunter and the Prophet.

"Hey, guys. What's up?" Kevin chirped. He seemed to be in a good mood. That was rare. In fact, it was rare that any of them were in a good mood.

"Well, we were cooking breakfast until you two came back," Libby replied, rifling through the bags for anything good. She furrowed her eyebrows as she reached into a bag, pulling out a blue box. "Uh, Sam?" He turned around, his eyes widening at the blue box. He quickly snatched it back and threw it down in the bag. Libby laughed. "Someone has some fun planned."

"Shut up," he grumbled. "It's...precaution."

"Yeah, well, you only need 'precaution' if you actually leave the Bunker for something other than a case and grocery runs," she retorted. She had developed her old attitude quite quickly, especially with a few more memories popping up here and there.

"Anything new?" Sam asked awkwardly, averting the topic quickly. She knew that he was talking about her memories. Libby shrugged.

"Shapeshifter in Indiana. That's it." Sam frowned. "Hey, I don't control what I remember. I'm just wondering how the hell I can remember. If part of my soul is missing then—" Libby cut herself off at the sound of a ding. She pulled her phone from her back pocket and glanced down at it. "We got a case." She looked up at Sam and Dean. "Angels slaughtered."

~*~

An hour later the trio of Hunters found themselves in the Impala, speeding down the highway towards the roadhouse where all of the biker angels were slaughtered. "So how'd you find out about this case?" Sam questioned as the three climbed out of the car.

"I have a few allies here and there. I never picked a side between the angels so it's quite easy for me to get information," Libby explained as she slammed the door shut behind her, the three Hunters making their way into the Biker Bar. They flashed their badges to the officer who nodded.

"One of your guys is here already," he told them. The three Hunters exchanged glances before walking in, glancing around the room. Libby's gaze fell on Castiel who was conversing with one of the detectives. She nudged Sam, grabbing his attention before nodding to Cas across the room.

"Ah, my colleagues," Castiel said, excusing him before walking over to the trio. Dean glared at Cas, but Sam smiled and slapped Cas on the arm playfully.

"Agent."

"Agent," Cas returned, obviously pleased with himself. Libby chuckled, but her smile fell when Dean sent her a sharp glare. She cleared her throat.

"Cas. What the hell are you doing?" Dean demanded. Cas leaned towards the eldest Winchester, speaking quietly.

"Um, I still have that badge you gave me." Dean nodded, still not pleased that Cas took it upon himself to play Hunter

"Yeah. Uh, what the hell are you doing?" Castiel's smile slipped from his face and his mood dropped. Libby frowned slightly. She wondered why Dean had to be so harsh on him.

"The murders were all over the news. I, I thought I might be of help," Castiel replied.

"Yeah, but Cas, you know that this is an angel situation, right? I mean, you left that night because angels were on your ass," Sam told him. Cas furrowed his eyebrows up at Sam, confused. Angels hadn't been on his ass. Dean told him to leave without reason. Only Dean and Libby knew the truth as to why.

Dean, uncomfortable, interjected: "Yeah, and you were living the life, you know? Early retirement, working your way up the Gas-n-Sip ladder." Cas nodded.

"If angels are slaughtering one another, I have to do what I can to help. It is a risk we should be willing to take, don't you think?" Sam shrugged in agreement, catching his point. Libby also sided with Cas on this one. He had just as much of a right to be there as she did. Castiel grinned. "Hey. Cas is back in town." Sam and Libby chuckled, Libby shaking her head and patting him on the back.

"Seriously, did you – did he just say that?" Dean asked. Libby licked her lips and straightened her black blazer. Cas pulled out a few photos and handed them to Sam and Dean.

"These angels, uh, they were butchered. Much more violence than was required."

Libby tuned out from the conversation, a familiar voice catching her ear. She furrowed her eyebrows and glanced around the bar before her gaze landed on a redhead and brunette in similar getups, standing in the corner talking to two detectives. She couldn't pinpoint why the redhead's voice was so familiar.

Libby walked over, studying them. She could see their true faces; one angelic and dark and the other demonic and bright. "Thank you for your time," the brunette told the detective with a grateful smile. The detective replied with a curt nod.

"Of course." The two started to walk away when he grabbed her arm, stopping her. "May I just ask why there are six agents on this case?" The brunette furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she glanced around the room. Her gaze fell upon Libby, Libby's eyes widening.

"Uh, just a mixup back at the office," the brunette replied, never taking her eyes off of Libby. She nudged the redhead next to her and moved in front of the woman, blocking her face from Libby before she could see her vessel's true face. "Go outside and get in the car," she whispered. Libby could see the brunette discreetly nod her head towards her. The redhead nodded and rushed out, shielding her face from Libby's view. The Huntress watched her leave in curiosity before making her way towards the brunette.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Libby questioned sweetly. The brunette smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Agent Smith. I was assigned to this case." Libby nodded before snatching the badge from her blazer, flipping it open. It was good, she'd give her that. Libby glanced over her shoulder at the Hunters before grabbing the brunette's arm and tugging her out of the bar. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" she hissed.

"You're a liar. This badge is a fake, but you're no Hunter." Libby stopped once they were away from prying ears. She lowered her voice, her tone threatening. "So I'm going to ask you once more; who the hell are you?" the archangel growled. The brunette reached her hand out, cupping Libby's cheek and staring longingly into her eyes. Libby smacked her hand away. "Don't touch me."

"Don't talk to your mother like that," she retorted.

"My mother is dead. She was killed by Azrael." The brunette nodded slowly, processing the information. That's what Azrael had decided to go with.

"You are more gullible than I thought, my daughter. Azrael didn't kill me. He only told you that to get in your head. I see that it didn't work." Libby gulped. Of course it worked, but it gave Azrael the opposite reaction of what he was planning on. Flashes of her killing Azrael consumed her mind, but she forced herself to focus on the woman in front of her. "It's me, Libby. It's Nadia."

"You're lying. You're no angel. I can feel the darkness radiating off of you. You're a demon." The brunette chuckled, shaking her head. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here and now." The brunette pulled a necklace from under her shirt, holding it up. Libby's eyes widened and she took a step back.

"Because it's really me, Libby." Libby would recognize that necklace anywhere. It's the one Lucifer had given her when she was pregnant with Libby. It was his way of showing his loyalty to her besides the fact that Nadia had been carrying their child.

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "Do you believe me now?" Libby's gaze drifted from the necklace up to the vessel's brown eyes.

"But Azrael told me—"

"He lied. It was his way of getting into your head. The plan backfired on him and you killed him. I'm proud of you." Libby cocked her head to the side in confusion. Nadia would never be proud of her killing something, even if it was an Angel of Hell. Nadia grabbed Libby's hands, holding them in hers. "There's something I've been keeping from you." Libby scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, obviously. You have the face of a demon but the aura of an angel. How?"

"The same way you have the face of an archangel but the aura of a Prince of Hell. I'm a hybrid. It's how you were able to be conceived of Lucifer and I. It's how you became part demon despite us both supposedly being angels." Libby wasn't following. Nadia was an angel as far as she knew. She was an angel as far as anyone knew. "If Hell has an angel then what does Heaven have?" Libby raised an eyebrow.

"Why would Heaven have a demon? It's stupid. I understand an Angel of Hell but a Demon of Heaven?" Libby shook her head. "No. No way. You're not my mother, you're just some pathetic demon trying to make up for its past." Libby turned to walk back inside when Nadia grabbed a hold of her arm, stopping her.

"Listen to me, Libby," she hissed. "I am Nadia. I'm your mother. Azrael lied to you. Maybe you were just too blinded by your love for that stupid Winchester that—" Libby spun around and landed a blow to Nadia's face. She watched the brunette stumble back and fall onto the ground, clutching her jaw.

"You don't get to talk about them that way," she growled, fists clenched at her sides. Nadia stared up at Libby with wide eyes, shocked that she had even done that without her dark half. "You don't know anything about them."

"And neither do you," Nadia retorted. Libby's face paled. "I know that you lost your memories, Libby, and I know where they are."

"Liar." Her voice wasn't as strong as she had planned it to be. It wavered, showing the bit of fear that managed to seep through.

Nadia shook her head and pushed herself off of the ground, brushing the dirt from her pantsuit.

"It's in Heaven where you had gone just before the angels fell. I never fell because I'm not an angel. I can help you get it back."

The redhead in the car listened to their conversation, leaning forward and watching in anticipation. Was Nadia really going to risk everything to get Libby on their side? "Mother, don't be stupid," Elizabeth muttered, glancing between the two celestial beings. "She's not worth the risk." She knew that Nadia could hear her. She only hoped that Libby couldn't.

"Libby, listen to me. I can protect you." Libby scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but I'm more powerful than you think."

"Mother, I wouldn't care if you were God Himself. I don't want or need your protection. I have a life of my own to live." Nadia raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"What, with that stupid Winchester? Which one is it now? Samuel or Dean?" Libby pressed her lips in a thin line, willing herself not to reach out and punch Nadia again. "It's Dean, isn't it? You moved on to another brother."

"Soulmates change when you die," Libby replied simply. "I'm just following God's orders." Nadia let out a laugh, shaking her head.

"What do you expect to have with him, Libby? One day that man is going to die and it's going to be in your arms. You can't have children so don't even try to start a family. He can offer you nothing but loss and despair. Is that what you want?" Nadia taunted. Libby crossed her arms over her chest.

"Those Winchester men die and come back more than anyone else I know. I'm sure I could find a way to make it work." Nadia nodded, chuckling.

"He will only break your heart in the end. At least with Andrew turning into Azrael you could've been with him forever. It's a shame you killed him, though."

Libby pressed her lips in a thin line, wincing slightly at the memory of her smashing the black crystal in the pouring rain. She cringed when she pictured the blood running down the sidewalk and into the nearest sewer drain. She forced herself not to show any sign of remembrance at the visualization of the red and black veins rapidly making their way up around his vessel's body. She had done that to him. She had killed the angel.

"Azrael was always better than those Winchesters. At least people knew who he was. You could've had the throne of Hell by now, Libby. Instead you're hunting demons and angels; killing your own kind," Nadia spat. There was so much hatred in her tone, something Libby had never heard come from her mother.

"They deserved to die. They wronged God and His wishes. I'm simply continuing my duty and protecting Humanity." If he actually cared about Humanity anymore. Libby briefly wondered where Chuck was now. Probably writing more books or going to another convention.

"They were your brothers and sisters."

"They were monsters," Libby sneered. "And you're just another one of them." Nadia gasped. Libby had never insulted her like that before. "You're a demon, Nadia. Heaven's or not, you were never meant to be created." Nadia let out a laugh, shaking her head. She cupped Libby's cheek and stared into her green eyes. She could hear the crunching of the gravel under Sam, Dean, and Castiel's feet as they approached the two. She wanted them to hear what she was about to say.

"Libby, if only you knew," she said with a mock pout. "You don't even have a destiny." Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Of course I have a destiny. Everyone does. "You were never meant to be created. You were a mistake." Nadia pulled her hand away. "Maybe you would've been better off in the Cage with your father and Michael."

With that, Nadia turned on her heel and walked towards the car where Elizabeth awaited her return. "Well?" Elizabeth questioned the minute Nadia slid in the driver's seat.

"You were right. She needs to be stopped somehow." Elizabeth's lips curled into a smirk. "And so do those Hunters," Nadia added as she stared back at the four fake FBI Agents. Nadia put the car in drive and sped off, leaving a cloud of dust and the echo of her words in Libby's mind.

"Libby, who was that?" Sam asked, squeezing her shoulder in comfort. They had all heard the brunette's words loud and clear. Everyone did, but only the four of them understood it.

"Nadia," Libby whispered, barely audible. "That was Nadia. She's alive." Libby's gaze shifted up to Sam and Dean who exchanged glances.

"Why would Nadia say that to you?" Dean questioned. Nadia didn't seem like the type to insult her own blood. Libby shook her head.

"Because Nadia never truly cared for Libby," Castiel said in realization. The three Hunters looked over to Cas in confusion. "Nadia is no angel."

"Then what is she?" Dean asked.

"Heaven's Demon. She was raising Libby to bring war between Heaven and Hell." The group started to walk towards the Impala, out of earshot as Castiel stared to explain: "When Nadia was created, there had been a mistake. She was powerful, the first of the demons. The only difference between Nadia and other demons is that she's associated with Heaven. If she really wanted to, she could take Hell's side just as Libby could do."

Sam processed his words for a moment. "So you're saying that the reason Libby is part demon is because of Nadia?" Castiel nodded in confirmation. Sam let out a laugh in disbelief. "And all this time we thought it was because of Lucifer."

"My mother...what does she want?" Libby inquired. Castiel sighed.

"What every demon wants; to take over Earth and Humanity. The woman she was with seems to be strong enough to help her. We just have to find out who she is."

"That was no woman. I could see her true face, but I couldn't see her vessel's. Nadia blocked it before I could." Castiel nodded.

"If Nadia wants to take over Humanity, why play Angel all this time? Why not do it in the beginning when the Earth was weak and new?" Dean asked as they all got in the car. Libby sighed.

"Because God was around then. He left shortly after Jesus was born. With him and the Archangels gone, Nadia has the power to do anything she wants. Her only competition are Abaddon, Metatron, and Crowley," Libby explained.

"And you," Castiel added. Libby shook her head, licking her lips. "Yes, Libby. This ongoing war has three sides and technically you lead one of them."

"But I don't side with Heaven or Hell."

"No," Dean said, looking over to his girlfriend. "You side with Humanity. Nadia has to go through you to get to Humanity. If we can get your memories back and bring you back to full power then maybe, just maybe, we can stop her once and for all. We could stop Abaddon, and Metatron, and Crowley. All of them. You would be the new God."

Libby frowned, scratching the back of her neck in thought. She didn't want to be God, though. She just wanted to be a Hunter with Sam, Dean, and Castiel. She wanted to keep her powers and protect Humanity from Earth.

"Libby, the world would be better off with you ruling over them. You just want the best for Humanity. Everyone else is in it for power," Sam chimed in. Libby looked up at him, her lips slightly parted. She didn't know what to say. No one had given her the idea of her becoming the next God, only the next Lucifer which was something she definitely didn't desire. Sam reached over the seat and placed a hand on her shoulder, sending her a reassuring smile. "We have some time. We'll help you every step of the way."

Suddenly Libby gasped and her eyes widened as a memory took over her line of sight.

"Libby, let's talk about this," Sam pleaded as the redhead shoved clothes into a duffel bag. She ignored him and turned on her heel, walking back over to her dresser where she pulled out a couple neatly folded pairs of jeans. "Libby, stop." She didn't listen. "Libby," he said, reaching out a grabbing her wrist. Her head snapped up to him and their gazes locked.

Sam could feel her pulse racing in her wrist, slamming against her structure rapidly. She was scared, but the only thing that gave it away was the beat of her heart. "I'm a risk, Sam." Her voice wavered for a moment, exposing how weak she truly was. Her cheeks had hollowed in a bit and her eyes looked almost dead. The red and black veins ran up her arms, stopping at her shoulders. "I'll get you and Dean killed."

Sam shook his head and told her, "No, you won't. Libby, the three of us are stronger together. You leaving will only put all of our lives at risk." She swiped her tongue across her lips and pulled her wrist out of his grasp, continuing to pack her clothes. "Libby, come on. No one knows where you are and you're still stronger than most."

Libby let out a laugh in disbelief. She turned to look at Sam, raising her eyebrows. "Stronger?" she asked incredulously. "Sam, I can barely walk in a straight line on my own. Given the chance, a demon could probably kill me and I wouldn't be able to fight back."

"Libby—"

"No. No, I won't be the reason you die."

"I'm already dying!" Sam yelled. Libby's gaze lowered to the floor. She thought she had convinced him that he would survive. "It's clear that I'm going to die, Libs, and I'm okay with that. If it means slamming the Gates of Hell then I'm okay with it," he told her softly. She sucked in a sharp breath.

"Slamming the Gates won't just lock away every demon, Sam. I'll be pulled in right alongside them and there's no way of stopping it. I might as well find Azrael and defeat him before we're trapped in Hell again," Libby explained. Sam took the shirt from her hands and tossed it aside, taking her hands in his and staring into her eyes.

"Libby, you're not going to die and you're not going to Hell. We're gonna figure this out. I promise. We have some time. Dean and I...we'll help you every step of the way." He sent her a reassuring smile and Libby returned it, but the only difference was that hers wasn't genuine. She knew there was no way to stop her death. It was already written in. She had three weeks before she bit the dust. Three weeks before she either died or was locked away in Hell forever. She only had three weeks left with the Winchesters before she took her rightful place on the throne.

"Libby?" Dean's gruff voice snapped her out of it. "Libby, what'd you remember?" She looked over to Dean, fear clear in her eyes. She hadn't remembered anything from her last three weeks besides the day she died and meeting Chuck.

"It was an argument between Sam and I about slamming the Gates of Hell." You could see the disappointment in everyone's eyes. It was a minor memory. One that didn't really matter. It couldn't help them in any way. "I'm sorry." Dean shook his head.

"No need to apologize. A memory is a memory. I'm just glad you got one. It's been awhile." Libby nodded but stayed silent. "Who's up for some drinks?"

~*~

"It is so good being together again. You know, this is my first beer as a human. I hope it's okay, me joining you?" Cas said, looking between Sam and Dean. Libby was still out of it, her mind running over Nadia's words constantly.

The four Hunters sat at a high top next to a couple of pool tables. Libby kept her eyes trained on one of the games, but her mind wasn't focusing on it. Her mind was focusing on her mother and the mysterious redhead that was with her.

"Why wouldn't it be okay?" Sam questioned with a slight smile. He enjoyed having Cas back and so did Libby. Dean, on the other hand, didn't. Only Libby knew why.

Dean, alarmed at the sudden turn on conversation, chimed in: "You know, Cas, are you sure you're ready to jump back into all this? I mean, it seemed to me like you'd actually found some peace." Castiel pointed his bottle towards Dean and the sudden gesture snapped Libby back to reality.

"Hey, you once told me that you don't choose what you do. It chooses you," Cas told him, giving him a wink. Dean looked at him, almost baffled by his behavior. Libby cocked her head to the side and squinted her green eyes, studying Cas. One beer and he was already drunk. "I'm a part of this." Cas clinked his beer bottle against Dean's that sat on the table in front of him. "Like it or not."

"Alright, well, then, in that case, we have to figure out, uh, who are we up against, what do they want, and how do we stop them," Sam said, taking a swig of his beer. Cas nodded his head to the side as Libby sipped her own beer.

"Well, Bartholomew wants to reverse Metatron's spell. Presumably to – to retake Heaven once his following is large enough. That's according to April."

"The reaper you banged." Libby choked on her beer, pulling the bottle away from her lips and looking between the three men with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Yeah, and you stabbed," Castiel retorted, ignoring Libby's confusion.

"Yeah." There was an awkward pause as Dean stared off into space. "She was hot." Libby punched his arm and he realized what he said, a light blush taking over his cheeks. "Sorry," he muttered. Castiel sighed.

"So hot. And very nice." Cas pursed his lips before saying, "Up to the point she started torturing me." Sam snorted and Libby raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Yeah. Well, not every hookup's perfect." Dean patted his arm reassuringly. Libby took this as her chance and held up her hand, stopping any of the men from speaking.

"Wait, wait. Who's April and when did Cas bang her?" she questioned. Sam nodded slowly, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Oh, yeah. You were dead when that happened." Sam set his beer down on the table. "Alright. I'm gonna get us another round."

"Nah. I'll get it." Castiel hopped off of his bar stool and walked away before turning back to the table. He took a swig of the last of his beer and set the bottle on the table. "You know, I've never done this before," he told them. Libby watched him stumble away. Yeah, he was definitely drunk.

Dean sighed and said, "One beer, he's hammered." Sam's playful demeanor changed in an instant, his posture straightening and his eyes flashing a bright blue. Libby threw her head back and groaned. If there was one thing she hated more than Nadia then it had to be Ezekiel.

"Oh, boy," Dean and Libby chorused, knowing they were about to get an earful from the pissy angel.

"Well? What are you going to do about this?" Ezekiel asked. Dean stard at him in confusion for a second before glancing over at Cas who flagged down the bartender, leaning all of his weight on the bartop.

"About Cas?" Dean questioned. Ezekiel didn't nod. He just continued to stare at the Hunter whose hand rested atop Libby's.

"He is a beacon, Dean, pulling every angel for miles down on our heads." Ezekiel shot Libby a harsh glare. "Same goes for you using your powers." She just rolled her eyes at him. Ezekiel was seriously getting on her nerves. Dean's thumb rubbed circles on the top of Libby's hand knowing how much Ezekiel was probably pissing her off.

Dean shook his head. "Alright, you know what, Zeke? Level with me. What is it that you're so afraid of?" He raised his eyebrows in questioned, waiting for an answer. Ezekiel almost looked...scared.

"I told you. When I chose to answer your prayers and heal Sam, I chose sides. That means I'm not in good standing with certain angels," he told him.

"Okay, well, you know what? Cas isn't in good standing with any angel, alright? But here he is, ass on the line, fighting the fight. So tell me, what makes you so special?" Dean defended. Ezekiel didn't get a chance to reply because Castiel returned, four beers in hand. He drunkenly set them down on the table and Libby steadied her bottle before it could tip over.

"Here we go. Four brewskies," Cas told them happily. Ezekiel swallowed and stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to get something out of the car," he announced quite pissily. Dean opened his mouth to object when Libby sent him a reassuring glance and chased after Ezekiel.

Outside of the bar Libby watched as Ezekiel slowed his pace, his ears picking up on a shuffling sound that wasn't Libby.

"Well, I'm really looking forward to this." Libby quickly pressed herself against the wall at the sound of Metatron's voice, her small figure hidden in the shadows. She watched as Ezekiel turned around. She could see the fear reflecting from Sam's eyes at the sight of the angel who locked Heaven up.

"Excuse me?

"Oh, please. I know who you really are. And it isn't Ezekiel." Libby's eyes widened in shock and her breath hitched in her throat. She knew that she should've listened to her gut when she didn't recognize Ezekiel, but after losing her memories and being lost from Heaven for a millennium she just figured that she forgot his face, much like she did her mother's.

Metatron smirked at the angel who possessed Sam, the latter staring back at the douchebag with wide, fear-filled eyes. Libby knew she had just walked into dangerous territory. If Metatron found Sam then he managed to find Libby, too. "Relax. I'm not here to out you. But I am curious, why Ezekiel?"

"They say he is a good and ... honorable angel." Libby refrained from scoffing. Ezekiel was anything but good and honorable. He had helped train Libby, but the moment he found out who she truly was he was all for throwing her in Hell.

"Ah. Everything they say you are not." The angel ducked his head down in shame, his gaze transfixed on the asphalt as Metatron studied him. "I see your point... Gadreel." Libby gasped, her hand quickly flying to mouth.

"The stories about me – they are not true!" Gadreel defended instantly, his voice rising. Libby kept her sight on Sam's body. She knew the story of Gadreel. In fact, she had met him many times before growing up after learning who her father truly was. Gabriel had taken her to see him at Gadreel's request.

"And yet you spent countless thousands of years locked in Heaven's darkest dungeon. And now you're hiding in this human, posing as Ezekiel." Metatron shook his head, almost taunting him. "Tragic. It broke His heart to lock you away, you know? You were God's most trusted. That's why He chose you to protect the garden. Your one task was to keep evil from entering... from befouling His cherished creation, mankind, and you failed Him!"

"Not my doing," Gadreel yelled.

"Well, for whatever reason, the serpent entered. The Earth is cursed with evil. Someone had to be blamed." Metatron held his hands out towards Gadreel as a gesture. Libby gulped and pressed herself up against the wall further when a car past, shielding herself from the passing headlights.

"What is it you want of me, Metatron?" Gadreel questioned. Libby could practically feel the guilt radiating off of Gadreel. He looked like a kicked puppy. Libby's heart tugged at the sight. She understood that he had just made a mistake.

Metatron sighed, shaking his head. "Just to be your friend. You and I go back a long way." Gadreel furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "I was actually the one who freed you."

"You?"

Metatron chuckled, looking pleased with himself. Libby wanted nothing more than to drive her Sword through his chest, but much to her dismay it had been left in the locked Impala. "I was the one who caused all the angels to fall. Including the imprisoned ones. You're welcome."

"No angels are in Heaven? None at all?" Gadreel questioned. Metatron shook his head.

"No, and you know, at first, I thought I would love it. But it's a big place. My solitude is getting tedious."

"And so?" Metatron took a step forward.

"And so ... Plan B. Rebuild Heaven as the place God envisioned it, only with a handpicked few. No more anemic functionaries like Bartholomew." Gadreel seemed to be considering it and Libby shook her head. She mentally prayed for Gadreel to come to his senses and reject the offer. "And no more stupid angels. Maybe some funny ones. You were His most trusted, Gadreel. You want to take back your reputation? You want to reclaim the Heaven that was? We could do this together."

Moments later Metatron up and disappeared into thin air. Gadreel still stood there, mentally debating with himself. Libby took that as her chance and stepped out of the shadows. The echo of her boots grabbed Gadreel's attention and he spun around, staring at the girl with wide eyes.

"Gadreel," she breathed. She shook her head, approaching him. "Why didn't you just tell me it was you?" Libby asked softly.

"I couldn't. Dean would have never let me do this if he knew who I truly was. You were dead, Elizabeth. No one would come to my defense." Gadreel reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand. Libby didn't flinch or move away. She used to trust Gadreel. "I am sorry."

"Please, Gadreel, don't accept Metatron's offer. It isn't worth it."

"But Heaven—"

"It isn't worth it," she repeated. Libby placed her hand on top of his and pulled her away from her cheek, but still clutched Sam's hand. "We can find another way. Nadia is looking to take over Heaven. She's able to get in. Maybe we can use that to our advantage." Libby knew that Gadreel had heard the conversation about Nadia. It was too important for him not to eavesdrop.

"How do I know that you will not betray me, Elizabeth? Your hatred for evil and for your Father is greater than anything I have ever seen. Because I made the mistake of letting the serpent in the Garden—"

"But that's just it, Gadreel. It was a mistake!" she exclaimed. He smiled slightly. "We all make mistakes. I have made a fair share of them in my time."

"Like falling in love with a Winchester." Libby stayed silent. She couldn't see that as a mistake anymore. Her and Dean were good. Their relationship was healthy considering the way they lived their lives and what went on. "Before you died, you were in love with Sam. I have his memories. He was in love with you, too."

"Gadreel—"

"He still loves you, Elizabeth." Her eyes widened and she dropped his hand, taking a step back. "It may not be as strong as it was before, but his feelings for you are still there. Although I do see why the Winchesters take a liking to you. You are everything an angel should be. It is a shame that they are so quick to judge you based on who your father is." Libby scoffed and shook her head, glancing away.

"They have every right to. It's what I would do." Gadreel frowned slightly.

"No, it is not." Libby looked over to him, furrowing her eyebrows. "I know you, Elizabeth, better than any other angel. You are purely good. I agree with Sam and Dean. You should be ruling over both Heaven and Hell." The two angels heard the door to the bar open to their side, a drunk man stumbling out.

"You should probably bring back Sam and wipe his memory of this. If they knew that we were close..." Gadreel nodded in understand and sent her a reassuring smile. "Please do not side with Metatron. You owe me that much."

As Libby and Gadreel entered the bar again, Nadia and Elizabeth stepped out from an alleyway and watched them retreat inside. They exchanged glances, obviously on the same page with a plan they were dying to set in action. Gadreel would play an important role in defeating Metatron and getting Libby.

~*~

Libby decided to stay out of the research back at the Bunker and away from Sam. She needed some time to process everything she had heard between Gadreel and Metatron. She wanted to tell Dean about it, she truly did, but if she told him then it would put Gadreel at risk. She knew that Metatron would play dirty and expose Gadreel's true identity, along with his past with Libby. The Winchesters would surely kick her out after that.

Libby sighed and ran a hand through her red hair as she read through the red book. Her fingers trailed down the page, stopping at scene between her and Gadreel when she was a teenger.

Libby's steps echoed as she raced through the prison. She was careful to avoid any and all angels. If word of her visiting Gadreel got out then so would the truth about her father. It would ruin all plans of the future and her destiny. "Elizabeth?" Gadreel's voice asked. Libby stopped outside the bars of the cell and smiled slightly at the angel. "What are you doing here? You must go before you get caught!"

"I just need some answers, Gadreel. Please." He thought about it for a moment before nodding. He owed her that much at the least. "Letting the serpent into the Garden, was that a mistake or did my father put you up to it?"

"You cannot possibly believe—" Libby watched him with pleading eyes. Gadreel sighed. "It was an honest mistake. I never wanted evil to reach the Earth and Humanity." Libby glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was coming.

"I am afraid that evil has reached Heaven, too," she told him softly in case any angel was walking by that hall. Gadreel frowned at her. "The angels, I think they are planning something. Something bad. They were once so eager to share information with me and now they are all being secretive around me. I asked Gabriel but he would not tell me." Gadreel's hands wrapped around the bars of his cell.

"I have heard rumors from the guards that they are planning to get rid of an angel. They believe that she could be a risk and they want to take precaution. Is there a chance that it could be you?"

Libby licked her lips in thought. Angels had liked her up until a conversation had been eavesdropped on and Libby's identity started to spread. It was only a matter of time before it got down to Humanity.

"God would never allow it. He loves me too much to let the angels do me any harm. Even Gabriel would never allow it."

"I would not be so certain, Elizabeth. How well do you really know them? Most of your time is spent on Earth. The only time you come up to Heaven is to train and to see me. I would not put it past the angels if they know your identity." Libby sighed and rested her head against the bars. Gadreel reached his hand through the gaps and cupped Libby's cheek with his hand, sending her a reassuring smile. "Do not fear them, Elizabeth. You are stronger than you think." She shook her head.

"I do not want to be cast out like my father. I did not do anything wrong." Gadreel nodded.

"I know."

"Libby!" Libby gasped and her head snapped up to see Gabriel standing at the end of the hall staring at her with rage-filled eyes. "What are you doing? You shouldn't be in here." He stormed over and grabbed ahold of her wrist, pulling her away from the cell. Gabriel's gaze landed on Gadreel who backed away from the bars of the cell. "What have you said to her?"

"Nothing. I only told her to leave and she would not listen." Gadreel wasn't exactly lying to Gabriel; just hiding certain truths to protect both him and Libby.

Gabriel looked down to the redhead who stared up at him with fear-laced eyes. "You are not to come back here, do you understand?"

"What are you going to do to him?" she whispered. Gabriel licked his lips and glanced between the two angels. "Do not hurt him, Gabriel. Gadreel did nothing wrong."

"He let the serpent in the Garden—"

"He has not hurt me in any way. He made an honest mistake. We all have, including you. You cannot tell me otherwise." Gabriel's grip on Libby's wrist tightened and she cried out in pain, sinking to her knees. Gabriel had never hurt her before. He leaned down, his lips next to her ear.

"If I ever find you in here again I will make sure my father knows and you will be punished," he whispered. Libby gulped. "Do you understand me?" She nodded.

"Yes. Yes, I understand," she whimpered. Gabriel tugged her off of the floor and pulled her out of the prison. Libby caught Gadreel's apologetic glance. When she wasn't walking fast enough Gabriel tugged on her arm, pulling her along faster. That was the last time Libby ever saw Gadreel before her banishment one week later.

Libby frowned at the memory. Gabriel hadn't spoken to her after that until her Banishment. He was too disappointed in her. She was sure that the information of her visit had gotten back to God, but never knew for sure. Lucifer did know of her visits to Gadreel, though. He would tell her how he was proud of her embracing her dark side. But there was no dark side yet to embrace. The most rebellious action Libby had ever had was visiting Gadreel and the most punishment she'd get for that was a slap on the wrist.

Libby sighed. She needed to get information on Metatron before Gadreel or anyone else could join in. The redhead reached over and grabbed the notepad on her desk, scribbling down that she'd be with Castiel at whatever motel he was staying at.

Libby grabbed her leather jacket and shrugged it on before slapping the note on her bedroom door and teleporting out.

When Libby landed, she was expecting to be in a motel room. She glanced around. The walls were rusting and water dripped down, echoing in her ears. It was some sort of abandoned warehouse, screams echoing out from behind closed steel doors throughout the corridors. She gulped when her eyes fell on Castiel chained up, barely holding himself up. Her gaze shifted over to a blonde park ranger, an angel possessing her body.

"This is a bonus, Castiel. We were tracking Muriel, cowardly holdout that she is, and wonder of wonders, she led us to you."

Muriel was bloody and beaten; weak. "Not knowingly," Muriel choked out. Malachi chuckled and looked back to Cas.

"I stand corrected. Not knowingly. Stupidly." Libby didn't say anything. She would wait until just before they hurt Cas or Muriel further to make her presence known. Muriel glanced over at her but remained silent. Libby was their best bet at getting out alive.

"I've explained in detail. I don't know how Metatron's spell worked. Therefore, I can't assist in reversing it. I was an unwitting accomplice," Cas told him.

"Oh. A dupe. The great Castiel. Valued and trusted Castiel." Malachi walked over to a tray of torture devices. "Top-of-the-Christmas-tree Castiel. No more than a dupe." He paused. "Dupe or mastermind, you were inside the circle. You know where Metatron's weakness lies." Cas leaned his head back on the steel support beam behind him, exhausted from the questions and torture.

"No. I don't."

Malachi sighed. "Theo." Theo advanced, an angel blade in hand.

"No!" Libby screamed out as he dragged the blade down Castiel's chest. Theo spun around and wrapped his arms around the redhead as she lunged for him. She struggled against his grip, desperately trying to get to Castiel. "Cas!"

Malachi eyed Libby, but he didn't say anything to her. He just spoke to Castiel. "You'd suffer, even die for your beliefs. I get it. But is Metatron, whose poll numbers have totally tanked—" Theo laughed. "—worth your life? More importantly, is Metatron worth her life?" Malachi glanced over at Muriel on the floor.

"No. No, she's innocent. You leave her alone," Cas demanded weakly. Libby trashed around in Theo's arms, kicking at his legs to try to knock him off balance. But the stance of his vessel was too strong.

"Hm. I have no intention of touching her." Malachi nodded at Theo who returned the nod, obliging with the mental order. Theo threw Libby across the room and into the wall before walking over to Muriel who panted in fear. "Virtue is its own punishment."

"Please, no!" Libby begged, pushed herself off of the grimey floor. She watched in horror as Theo drove an angel blade through Muriel's chest. "Angels butchering angels. Is this what we've become?"

"Just following your example, Elizabeth." Malachi looked over to Castiel. "And yours, too. You two have killed more angels than we can count." Castiel and Libby exchanged confused glances. Angels slaughtering angels had become an everyday thing by now.

"What are you talking about?" Libby demanded.

"How many did you kill in Heaven? How many in the Fall?" Malachi asked. Castiel stared at him in confusion. He wasn't aware that an angels died in the Fall. "Oh, you didn't know? A host of angels died when they fell – Azrael, Sophia, Ezekiel." Castiel stared blankly at the wall at the mention of Ezekiel. "'Died' doesn't even describe it. Devastation. Wings shredded, unspeakable agony at your hands."

"Azrael didn't die in the Fall," Libby grunted as she walked over to Malachi. He turned to look at her questioningly. "I killed him. Azrael was Hell's Angel."

"That's impossible. Azrael was loyal to Heaven and only to Heaven." Libby laughed, shaking her head.

"Azrael was once human. His name was Andrew and he was a part of the first generation of homo sapiens." Malachi scoffed. "It's true because Andrew and I grew up together. You had a traitor on your hands, Malachi, so imagine how many others there are," she told him. Theo and Malachi exchanged glances.

Castiel wondered why Libby didn't show any sign of panic or shock when Malachi had mentioned Ezekiel's death. Malachi chose to ignore the archangel and turned to Castiel. "So, I think you would want to provide any information you have, considering..." He paused, but there was no response from Castiel. "Alright. I leave you in the hands of an artist."

"I don't care what's left," Malachi told Theo. "I want both of them dead." Libby's eyes widened. She knew that Theo couldn't kill her, but Castiel could die easily and painfully.

"Don't ask for mercy. There is none." Libby took this as her chance and lunged for the angel blade on the tray. Theo, distracted by her sudden movements, dove towards her. Libby avoided him by jumping to the side and flicking her wrist. The chains fell from Castiel's limbs.

"Cas, how much do you want your Grace back?" Libby asked with a grunt as she pulled Theo up from the ground, holding him by the back of his jacket. Castiel cocked his head to the side in confusion.

Everything clicked when Libby sliced the angel blade across Theo's throat, releasing his Grace. She watched as Castiel consumed it. His whole body glowed a blinding bright white light. He was unscathed when it dimmed out, the Grace healing him completely. Theo watched with wide eyes as Castiel placed a hand on his head, smiting him.

Theo screamed out as his whole body glowed white and orange before he suddenly stopped. His body fell limp and Libby threw him to the ground, her chest heaving up and down as she panted. She looked up to Cas and gave him a curt nod.

"We need to go."