chapter fourteen, act one
something else

When Carter stopped his car in front of her, Freya let out all the air she didn't know she had been holding. After her talk with Ruby, she could only see one way to clear her head and find a way to help Dean at the same time, but to do that she had to go. Leaving him in that motel room the same way he had left her hadn't been Freya's intention. It was a somewhat cruel irony, and while a part of her felt faintly proud to give him just a small hint of the pain she'd felt then, for the most part Freya felt terrible for it.

She felt sick to her stomach, and her heart hurt at the mere thought of hurting him. It was almost as if she could feel the same emotions he was feeling. As if they were somehow connected.

Nothing could surprise her anymore, so anything was possible.

Luckily for her, Carter wasn't too far from Ohio when she called him. So after gathering her things, Freya headed to their agreed meeting place to wait for him.

Her eyes could barely look at him as she climbed into the car. She felt like the worst person in the world.

"He'll forgive you. If we find a way to save him, all of this won't matter to him." Carter broke the silence, looking closely at her. He could sense her discomfort, her sadness. Freya had very characteristic gestures when she felt emotions this strong. Many times she was unable to stop the tears from pooling in her eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line and the color of her skin paled slightly, noticeable even with her makeup.

"Let's make sure we find a solution." She stated, looking back at him. "And let's get this over with."

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Carter nodded, starting the car to begin their long drive.

"What's the plan?" He asked.

"If we could just talk to mom it would be so much easier." Freya admitted with a sigh. "Do you remember everything from that night?"

Carter frowned. "I think so. Why?"

"No reason." Freya shook her head. "It's just that I've been having these dreams lately, you know? And I've been remembering things I didn't remember before. Like hidden memories."

"Well, the mind does that with some traumatic memories. As a defense mechanism."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I was wondering if it had happened to you too."

"I think mine are so traumatic that they'd rather haunt me." He snorted. "Besides, Dorian would never let me forget about that night."

Freya sighed, looking down to her hands.

"You know all about what happened at the Salem summer camp with Mom and Christine, don't you?" She asked after a few minutes. "You know about their friend Harper."

"Yeah, and that her brother Grant had a daughter who was named after her." Carter nodded. "Why?"

"Grant's body is the one Dorian normally uses." Freya explained.

Carter's fists tightened around the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white as a sigh left his lips. Carter knew Grant's face all too well. It was the face he always saw in his dreams when Dorian decided to visit him.

"Yeah." He murmured after a few seconds. "How... How do you know?" He frowned, looking back at her.

"Ruby."

"Ugh, that bitch doesn't know when to listen, does she?" He complained. "I told her to stay away from you."

"Well, she didn't. And even though I still hate her, I'm kind of glad." Freya admitted. "I need to find answers to all the questions that have been haunting me for all these years."

"There's not much to know." Carter sighed. "The new leader of hell, Lilith, wants us in order to fulfill her Apocalypse plan. Dorian and Ophelia were witches, died, turned into demons and now they want to overthrow her and carry out their own Apocalypse plan, which involves killing at least one of us. All those deals, an everything that happen for us to exist, don't matter much if you think about it."

"What does Dad have to do with all this?" Freya asked.

"Dad made a deal that night."

"What deal? What did the demons ask him in return?" Freya frowned.

"Me." Carter replied, looking back at her. "Dad promised them my head in exchange for leaving you and Peter alone. Then you took Dorian out of my body and Dad put me in that demon-protected mental institution."

"Ophelia told me that killing one of you two was enough." Freya recalled.

"Yeah. They never needed to kill all three of us. One is enough, because without the three of us, Lilith can't do anything."

"So... Dad traded one son for another?" Freya looked at her brother in disbelief.

"And he protected his prodigy daughter. His favorite."

Noticing his heavy gaze on her, Freya looked down to her feet. Being the favorite daughter wasn't as pretty as Carter might imagine. Everything rested on her shoulders. But Freya also couldn't imagine being in her brother's position. Much less knowing that their father had made a deal with his soul.

"The last night Dorian got into my body and talked to Dad, he put a time limit on it. The deal ends the same day as your boyfriend's."

"Why?" Freya questioned without bothering to correct him.

"I don't know." Carter admitted.

Not knowing exactly what to ask or say, Freya stayed silent. For several hours all that could be heard inside the car was its engine and the melodies of the songs being played on the radio. The exhaustion of her mind and body soon drove Freya into a deep sleep. Her nightmare continued from the point where the last one had ended, but for the first time, all the memories in the dream were things she hadn't forgotten.

Things like how she had come out of the hiding place despite the searing, insufferable pain her body had been exposed to, how she had managed to get to Carter's room, turn on his radio, throw one of the speakers into the back yard of the house and recite an exorcism. She also remembered how the black smoke had left her brother's body and how her father and Carter had fallen unconscious in the middle of the yard as she rejoined Peter, who was crying inconsolably in the absence of his older sister holding him.

Police sirens were the last thing Freya heard before she woke up. She must have slept a lot, for the instant she opened her eyes Carter was already crossing the border between Iowa and Nebraska.

Those sirens continued to echo in her mind just as a loud bang and the impact of a car slamming against her door silenced any and all of her thoughts.

Her body was pushed forward, the belt jamming into her skin hard as the airbag popped from the dashboard. The glass windows exploded, cutting her skin into small gashes as the car began to spin out of control. It was then that she completely lost consciousness. Her brother's voice calling her name being the last thing she managed to hear.

Carter hadn't seen the car that had hit them on that deserted road. But after crawling out of the wrecked car he had stolen in Salem, he did catch a glimpse of a woman's figure standing in front of him. The smile on her lips, the black color in her eyes. He knew exactly who she was.

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When Carter woke up in a hospital room, he knew exactly what he had to do. His head ached a little and the cuts from the window glass of the car were burning, but that wasn't going to stop him. When he noticed there was no one around he didn't hesitate, he ripped the IV out of his arm, checked that the hallway was empty and went in search of some clothes.

Once dressed and completely overlooked by the hospital staff he went in search of his sister. Luckily, finding Freya wasn't very difficult, but it was a shock. His sister was lying on a bed, intubated and completely unconscious. If it wasn't for the rise and fall of her chest, Carter would have sworn she was dead. Her hair and skin were perfectly clean, as if she had been washed and her clothes had been changed to a hospital gown.

With trembling hands, Carter grabbed one of hers, noticing the difference in temperature almost instantly. Carter knew it was normal for Freya to always find herself at a lower temperature than the rest. She was always cold. But not this cold.

Carter's eyes started welling up with tears. He hated seeing his sister like this. His mind couldn't help but picture her 14 years ago, after Dorian ripped out her spleen. He imagined her lying in a bed just like this, full of blood as the doctors tried to stop the bleeding and close her wound.

All the times Freya had been seriously injured had been caused by those two demons. And Carter was sick of seeing the people he loved die because of their actions. So he pulled away from Freya, searched through her personal effects and took the demon-killing knife your mother had created.

Carter was going to finish them off once and for all and avenge his family.

But first, he had to do something.

Finding an unoccupied phone in the hospital had to be the most complicated mission he had ever had to accomplish. At least it tied with his escape from the mental institution. It wasn't until a shift change between nurses that Carter managed to sneak into one of the receptions to dial a number.

Before leaving Freya, Carter had made sure to write the number in the palm of his hand, as he couldn't risk forgetting it. A few rings later a man answered the call.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Singer. I'm calling from Oakland General Hospital. We have received a patient by the name of Sarah Singer." Carter spoke, trying to make his voice more gravelly.

On the other end of the line, Bobby frowned at that, thinking that maybe they were playing a joke on him or that it had been a mistake.

"Your phone number was on her emergency contact list." Carter added when Bobby didn't answer right away.

"Yes, she is my daughter." Bobby finally said. Carter sighed in relief. "Is she all right?"

"You better get here as soon as possible. She's in danger." Seeing that he could no longer pretend to be a random doctor or hospital receptionist, Carter used his normal voice to say the following words. "Don't say anything to anyone."

Before Bobby could ask anything, Carter ended the call abruptly.

There was nothing more he could do for Freya. He only hoped that with Bobby's company and the treatment of the doctors she could get better while he killed those demons and saved their family.

When Freya finally woke up she couldn't remember anything. Her body and head ached and in her throat a strange tube prevented her from breathing normally. She shifted nervously as she coughed, trying to get the tube out, but it wasn't until a nurse came into the room and removed it that she finally managed to breathe. Coughing one more time, Freya was finally able to observe the place where she was. The blue, white and almost lifeless color of the walls looked like the unmistakable color of a hospital room and the gown on her body only confirmed her suspicions.

"The doctor will want to run some tests." The nurse at her side commented

"But she's going to be fine, isn't she?" A man on the other side of the bed asked. Freya frowned as she recognized his voice.

"She's awake. That's a great improvement." The nurse replied before shining a small flashlight in front of Freya's eyes. Almost instinctively, she followed the light with a confused expression on her face. "Do you remember your name?" The nurse asked.

Totally clueless, Freya lifted her gaze to the man standing beside her. She knew him.

"I..."

"Come on, honey, tell her your name." Confused by the pet name Bobby called her and noticing his grip on her hand, a light bulb seemed to go off in her head.

Like flashes, the memories of the accident popped into her mind, reminding her of what happened.

"Sarah." She answered, looking up at the nurse. "Sarah Singer."

It had been a leap of faith to say that name, but from Bobby's presence there Freya assumed that had been the name Carter had told the doctors. It was the name her mother told her to use if something bad happened at home and they ended up alone.

"Okay." The nurse nodded. "How old are you?"

"24."

"Do you know where you are?"

"In a hospital. In Nebraska."

"And do you remember what happened?"

"There was an accident." Freya replied, looking up at Bobby, who nodded. "I needed a ride home. A guy picked me up on the road." She lied, turning her gaze back to the nurse and seeing a police officer standing by the door.

"That guy stole a car a few days ago in Salem. He took off once he woke up here at the hospital. They are looking for him." The nurse explained as she noticed her gaze on the officer. Freya nodded slightly.

"I didn't know him. He didn't tell me his name." She stated.

"I'll tell him that. You rest, okay?" Freya nodded silently as the nurse left the room.

A sigh of relief left Bobby's lips then. Freya coughed once again as she turned her gaze toward him.

"Where's Carter?" She asked.

Noticing her gaze on him, Bobby lifted his eyes to meet hers.

"I don't know. He called me to come get you. But..."

"I have to find him." Freya stated, cutting him off.

"Wait, wait." Bobby grabbed her arm seeing that she was about to get up.

"What?" Freya looked at him in confusion.

"Freya, the accident wasn't yesterday. It wasn't two days ago either. It's been two weeks."

Completely shocked, Freya blinked several times.

"Dean...?"

"He still has a week left." Bobby replied. "He and Sam are looking for ways to save him."

As reality hit her, panic began to overcome her. Fear, guilt, sadness. All those feelings were mixing with the imminence of the end of Dean's deal. She was supposed to go to find a solution, to save him. And yet she had ended up lying in a hospital bed for three weeks.

The hospital didn't want to let her out yet, but Freya insisted on signing a voluntary discharge. She needed to get out of that building as soon as possible. She felt trapped.

Bobby didn't know what to do or say. Freya hadn't spoken to him since he had given her the news. She had barely spoken to anyone except to ask for that voluntary discharge.

Bobby had already experienced a similar situation with Laurel. He had known Freya's mother for many years. Carol and Doug Halliwell's only daughter had been orphaned at a very young age, leaving her in under the care of her Aunt Abby, a young hunter Bobby knew quite well. After the incident at the summer camp in Salem, when Laurel was just 15 years old, Bobby had been the one who had stayed by her side during her recovery while Abby investigated what had happened.

That camp had cost Laurel everything. Her two friends, only one of whom she'd been able to get back with a demon deal. And her Aunt Abby, who had died putting down the ghost that had caused it all. Bobby was just 11 years older than her, but had been her only family for the next three years, until Laurel and Henry met in college.

Now, at this very moment, Bobby felt responsible for Freya. In a way he felt he owed it to Laurel, but mostly to Abby. Even when Bobby didn't know anything about the supernatural back then, a part of him felt guilty for letting her go on that case all alone.

"Okay, what do we do?" Freya turned to look at Bobby once they were both inside his truck.

"Well..." Bobby looked at her overwhelmed by her question as Freya watched him intently.

The defeat in her eyes had disappeared and had turned to determination. Freya wasn't going to let anything get her down and stop her from helping those she cared about. No matter how bad she was feeling, mentally or physically. Just like the night of May 2, 94, Freya was going to fight to the end to save Dean.

"You can help me look for information to send them." He suggested.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Freya nodded, looking down at her bag. "I might as well give them my... Son of a bitch!" Her eyes widened at not finding what she was looking for. "Not you, Bobby." She clarified quickly, raising her hand toward him.

"What's the matter?"

"Carter. Carter's the matter." She replied. "He's taken Mom's demon-killing knife. What are we supposed to do now? Bela stole the Colt from Dean and Sam. They need something to fight Lilith with."

"They still don't know who holds Dean's contract."

"Oh, come on. It's obvious. She's the leader of hell. She's the one Ophelia and Dorian want to stop. It's her plans that they want to destroy to rule hell and all that. She holds the contract. If they find her, the deal is off." Freya said as she continued to search through her stuff.

"Is that what you and Carter were going to do, kill her?" Bobby asked, looking back at her.

"We didn't have a plan yet. But yeah, I guess we would have ended up going after her." Freya nodded, lifting her gaze back to Bobby.

"Okay. Any idea what your brother's up to now? Do you think he went after Lilith by himself?" He asked her, starting the car.

"No." Freya shook her head. "Carter doesn't care about what happens to Dean. No. He's... He's probably going after Dorian."

Bobby's hands on the steering wheel seemed to tense at her words. He shifted his posture, trying to look like that didn't surprise him. But Freya knew him well enough.

"What? What's wrong?" Freya looked at him closely.

Bobby sighed, glancing to his left for a few moments before turning his eyes back to the road ahead. "Dorian was after Maddie and Peter the last time I talked to them."

"What?" Freya's eyes widened.

"Your father managed to catch Ophelia a few weeks ago. Apparently she ordered Dorian, and I'm quoting here, 'kill the younger one', in a phone call before your father caught her." Bobby explained.

Freya blinked a few times, remembering something.

"Wait a second. How do you know all this? You never met Carter." She pointed out, confused.

Bobby sighed.

"I met your mother when she was barely 15, Freya. I met Carter the day he was born."

"I thought that... My father said he met you at an oral presentation on supernatural stories that the University of Kansas was holding."

"Your father says a lot of things." Bobby sighed with a slight tone of irritation in his voice that didn't go unnoticed by Freya.

"So you've known everything all along? About Mom, Carter, Dorian..."

"Henry made me promise not to say anything. And, honestly, I thought it was for the best. Laurel would have never wanted you guys to become hunters. Yes, she trained you and Carter to defend yourselves and she wanted you to know as much as possible, but not to go out looking for supernatural cases. After her death and seeing the circumstances of it, I didn't question Henry's decisions because they were all intended to keep you safe and fulfill Laurel's wishes."

"You let him lock Carter up?" Freya looked at him in disbelief.

Bobbie shook his head.

"Henry told me that Carter had died that night. That he had had to kill him."

"Just like you had to kill Karen." Freya recalled.

"Yes." The man sighed, remembering his late wife.

"God. Every time I find out anything about my parents' past or mine it's all lie after lie after lie." Freya ran her hands over her face, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Since the beginning of the Halliwell family it's all been deals with demons and lies. All to gain power or..."

"Your father was trying to protect you." Bobby cut her off. "You and your brothers are the most important thing to him. The only thing he has."

"He doesn't seem to care much about Carter, does he?" Freya looked back at him, annoyed.

"I know you've had to carry that secret for almost 15 years, Freya. You and he being the only ones who knew what had happened that night. But when your father told me everything, and I mean everything, he was very clear that his decision to lock Carter in that place was to keep him safe." Bobby explained. "He knew Dorian wouldn't give up and that place was protected against demons. Henry only wanted to buy time, to find a solution to save you from Ophelia's and Hell's plans. He regrets many things, but never making the deal that allowed your mother to get pregnant. Even with all the consequences, you and your brothers are the greatest gift he ever had. And he would make that deal all over again just to have you."

Feeling the tears in her eyes, Freya was silent for a few seconds as she took in Bobby's words.

"He thought he'd find a way out, a way to renege on that deal and save us. But he hasn't found it." She spoke, looking back up at Bobby.

"Not yet."

"Even if he did. I think there are so many deals in our family that... it's already impossible to understand what was asked for in each one. Our fate is written."

"Unless you kill Lilith." He pointed out.

"And if we kill Lilith..."

"We save Dean." Bobby completed, meeting her gaze.

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To her surprise, the first night at Bobby's house passed peacefully. Freya soon fell asleep in the guest room while Bobby began to read and search for information to help Dean. Freya wanted to help him, but the pain in her body and the medicines she had been given had left her exhausted. For the first time in months no nightmares haunted her deep, restful sleep. It was like coming home, safe and warm.

The next morning Bobby greeted her in the kitchen with a nice cup of coffee and pancakes. 

"You destroyed Ophelia's magic book, but your mother was a witch, magic is in your genes, it's not gone." Bobby stated, placing a heavy and old book on the table. With the cup pressed to her lips, Freya lifted her gaze to his. "Dean and Sam talked about an explosion of light when you stuck the knife in the book. I think that wasn't just Ophelia's magic breaking and disappearing from it forever, but also sealing your magical heritage."

"You're saying that Peter, Carter and I are still witches?" Freya raised her eyebrows.

He nodded.

"There are many kinds of witches, Freya. Your father's deal to have children, Ophelia's magic being passed down generation after generation through your maternal family's blood... I think you're pretty powerful."

"What does my father's deal have to do with it?"

Henry had told Bobby everything. But it was clear from the confused look on Freya's face and her question that he hadn't told her everything.

"When your father made the deal so your mother could get pregnant he... accepted the condition the demon asked for in return."

"What condition?"

"She told him that if he wanted to have children he had to accept that those children would never be completely his. That those children would always be part of a greater plan." Bobby explained. "Your father hesitated to close the deal when he heard that. Until the demon assured him that once you fulfilled your part of that plan, you would be free." Seeing the look of disbelief in her eyes, Bobby sighed. "Yeah, I wouldn't have made the deal either."

Freya sighed. "Melinda was selfish when she begged a witch for help in conceiving a baby. And my father was just as selfish to agree to such deal with a demon. You can't have children, deal with it, adopt a baby with no family. But... make them bear the burden of a demon plan?" Freya stood up, frustrated. "We're doomed."

"Not if we kill Lilith." Bobby pointed out.

"You don't know that. We don't know anything. I'm pretty sure the world would be a lot better off if Carter, Peter and I simply died."

"I wouldn't be. And I'm sure your father and a lot of other people wouldn't either."

"Like who? Dean?" Freya raised her eyebrows. "I'm pretty sure Dean must hate me right now."

"That I don't know." Bobby sighed. "I'm not going to pretend I understand what's going on in his head. But if I do know him, and I think I do a little bit, he'll forgive you."

"If I can save him, maybe." She shrugged. "What was your idea?"

"We need to find Lilith." Bobby pointed to another book. "And I think you can do it."

"With magic?" Freya raised her eyebrows.

"With a little spell, yes." He nodded. "But first you should know what kind of witch you are."

"Good." Freya said firmly. "I think. I hope."

Bobby smiled, letting out a small laugh. "That's not what I meant."

"And what did you mean?" She frowned.

"There are different types of witches. Those who borrow power from other sources, as in a demon deal. There are the students and..."

"Naturals."

"That's right." Bobby nodded. "You're a natural. As much as the power came from another source in the first place, it's in your blood now. A Legacy to be more specific, at least that's what your parents named them." He pointed, opening a page of the book.

"Wait. This... This book was written by my father?" Freya asked, taking it in her hands to look at the cover.

"The first of them all." Bobby nodded. "He and Laurel wrote it together."

"I'd never seen it before."

"They only wrote one copy. Laurel gave it to me shortly before she died. She told me if you ever need it that I'd be sure to give it to you."

"Why wouldn't she leave it to my father?" Freya looked back at him.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Perhaps she feared that his desire to protect you would prevent him from doing so."

"So, this book, it's about witches?" Freya frowned as she turned the pages. Bobby nodded.

"It's more like a diary. It describes the experiences of your mother and some of the other witches in your family whose journals and notes she inherited from her Aunt Abby."

"And what do you want me to do with it?"

"Technically we can all do rituals and summon ghosts or demons. With the right ingredients and words, anyone can do it. With exceptions, of course. But your mother wanted you to learn how to use your powers and I think this is a good opportunity for you to start studying."

"Oh, great. More studying." Freya sighed, giving him a sarcastic smile. "Bobby, you sure know how to make me feel at home."

"I've looked for all the things you might need listed in the book. They're all in a box in the living room." Bobby informed her.

"Thanks, Bobby." Freya gave him a kind smile as she took the book in her hands.

The next few days, Freya spent practically locked in her room. Trying different simple spells to practice her magic and powers. Few were the ones she managed to finish and receive a productive result out of them. Most of them being not very useful spells.

Bobby and she hardly ever met except for meals, where they didn't exchange many words either. As each was focused on their own research. All in the name of saving Dean from ending up in hell.

It wasn't until the last day of April that something changed. Freya noticed it as soon as her eyes opened that morning. Distinct voices echoed through the house coming from downstairs. At least three distinct voices that she could make out, and all three male.

"She's doing what?" Dean's eyes widened as he heard Bobby's words. "How could you let her do that? That magic is dangerous. Even that demon, Ophelia, told her that the moment she tasted a hint of the power she could get out of control and become addicted to it."

"I didn't let her do anything." Bobby corrected. "It was her choice, Dean. She's an adult."

"I know she's an adult." He scoffed.

"It's what her mother would have wanted."

"I don't care what her mother would have wanted."

"She's doing it for you, Dean."

"Actually..." All three pairs of eyes fell on her as she spoke, watching as she descended the stairs. "I'm doing it for myself." Freya looked back at them.

Okay, maybe that wasn't entirely true. While Freya was doing it to get revenge for her mother's death and protect her family, her little brother more specifically, a big reason she had decided to try out her magic was also to save Dean.

"I'm sorry I left like that. I thought it was the best way to help you." Freya fixed her eyes on Dean's.

"And instead you ended up in a hospital." He pointed out, turning towards her.

"You told him?" Freya looked at Bobby in disbelief.

"He didn't have to." Dean answered for him. "Carter called me last night."

"Carter called you?" She raised her eyebrows. Dean nodded.

"Yesterday. He told me Dorian had been after Peter and Maddie." Seeing her worried look, Dean was quick to reassure her. "They are fine, but Carter was worried about you."

Freya sighed with relief as she sat at the bottom of the stairs, trying to calm the rapid beating of her heart at the possibility of Peter being in danger. Neither of them said anything, keeping silent while Freya pulled herself together. Just as they were about to leave her alone and go to the kitchen to continue their conversation, Freya jumped to her feet and walked toward Bobby's study.

"I know how to find Lilith." She announced as she opened a map of the states on the table. "I've been trying to find her the last two days, but my powers weren't working."

"You think they would work now?" Sam asked as they followed her.

"It's worth another try." She sighed, placing an old tracking device over the map.

It was a small device that had three wooden "legs" coming out from a glass or crystal ball at the top. The ball has a flat, metal piece going around it with symbols on it. Further down the legs there was another metal piece, only bigger. From the ball hung a pendulum sharp on the end so that it can pinpoint a specific place.

"With the right name, right ritual, ain't nothing you can't suss out."

"Like the town Lilith's in?"

"Oh, Sammy, when I get done, we'll know the street." She assured him with a smirk.

Startled by her new and unexpected confidence, Sam and Dean shared a quick look while Freya began the ritual. Looking back at her, Sam and Dean watched as the pendulum searched over the map until it came to a sudden stop.

"It worked." Freya opened her eyes in awe.

"New Harmony, Indiana." Bobby read the map. "And we have a winner."

"Alright." Sam pushed the pendulum away and looked at Freya. "Let's go. "

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on." Dean tried to stop him. "Let's all shut up there, Tex."

Sam looked back at him full of confusion.

"What's the problem?"

"What's the problem?" Dean looked back at Freya and Bobby before continuing. "Come on, where do I begin? I mean, first of all, we don't even know if Lilith holds my deal. We're going off of Bela's intel? Now when that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked. Okay. Second, even if we could get to Lilith, we have no way to gank her. And third, isn't this the same Lilith that wants your giant head on a pike? Should I continue?"

"Ain't you just bringing down the room." Bobby said.

"Yeah, well, it's a gift."

"What are we supposed to do, Dean?" Freya spoke, gaining his attention.

"Just 'cause I gotta die doesn't mean you have to, okay. Either we go in smart or we don't go in at all." He stated.

"Okay, fine." Sam sighed. "If that's the case I have the answer."

"You do?" Dean looked back at him.

"Yeah. A sure-fire way to confirm it's Lilith and a way to get us a bona fide demon-killing ginsu."

Almost as if he could read his mind, Dean began to shake his head. Somewhat in disbelief that his brother would even think of such idea.

"Damn it, Sam, no."

"We're so past arguing. Dean, I am summoning Ruby." Sam stated.

"The hell you are! We have enough problems as it is."

"Exactly." Sam walked up to him. "And we've got no time and no choice either."

"He's kinda right." Freya whispered but she was loud enough for Dean to hear her and scoff in response.

"Come on guys, she is the Miss Universe of lying skanks, okay." Dean said. "She told you that she could save me, huh – lie. She seems to know everything about Lilith but forgot to mention, oh right – Lilith owns my soul!"

"Okay, fine. She's a liar. She's still got that knife." Sam argued.

"Dean." Bobby tried, but he didn't listen to him as he exclaimed.

"For all we know, she works for Lilith."

"Then give me another option, Dean. I mean, tell me what else." Sam pleaded him.

"Sam's right." Freya spoke, walking towards Dean.

"NO! DAMN IT!" He snapped.

Freya took a step back at his reaction while Bobby looked at him, surprised.

Noticing the tension and the bad reaction he'd had, Dean took a deep breath before speaking again, this time calmer.

"Just no. We are not gonna make the same mistakes all over again." They looked at him, shocked. "You guys wanna save me, find something else."

The three of them looked at him as he walked to the table and sat down with a contemplative look on his face. As Sam and Freya shared a look, sighing, Bobby grabbed his jacket.

Freya looked back at him.

"Where are you going, Bobby?" She asked.

"I guess to..." He started, throwing out his arms. "...find something else."