"So how did you land this gig?" The man asked her.

Eve looked at him as she heated the sword. "The man who tortured me fell in love with me."

The man nodded. "Any chance that you might fall in love with me and let me off?"

Eve smiled at him a little and then shook her head. She was already in love, and she kept telling herself that torturing these people was making Dean happy. So as she slid the blade against the man's flesh and he cried out, she couldn't help but smile a little. Partly it was because she was certain that this pleased Dean, and partly because Dean was right—it felt empowering to be able to inflict the pain.

"Is this how it is everyday?" The man asked when it was over, his blood spilling out.

He wanted to die, but this was Hell—he was already dead. He could feel every slice, and every stab, and yet this beautiful woman before him was cutting into him, and he didn't fault her for it. She wasn't grinning like this was the best part of her day. She just sliced like she was supposed to, and spoke to him about waterfalls—it calmed him.

"Done yet?" Dean asked.

Eve nodded, and made the man's flesh reappear, and snuck a kiss from Dean once they were away from the rack.

"Have fun?" Dean asked her.

Eve just nodded, not quite sure what her answer was yet.

"What are you, addicted to this?" Eve giggled, kissing Dean and holding onto his open button-up shirt.

They had been trying to get dressed, but Dean had no sooner pulled his shirt on had he kissed Eve again. Sam had skipped out of the motel room when Dean locked himself in the bathroom with Eve, and now the two had the motel room all to themselves for the time being. Eve pulled away to pull her shirt on over her bra, and Dean pouted, but zipped up his jeans and then started to button his shirt up over his T-shirt.

"What's that?" Dean asked as a ringtone went off.

Eve reached over to the nightstand and picked up her cell phone, silencing it and tossing it onto the bed. She looked at Dean and smiled an awkward smile, pulling her hair up into a ponytail as the sound went off on her cell that signaled that she missed a call. Dean sat on the bed and reached out, his hands resting on her hips and she sighed and looked down at him as she rested her hands on his.

"I'm not entirely sure why Castiel took me out of Hell, Dean." Eve admitted. "He said it had something to do with my knowledge of the seals, but…in order to figure out what I was going to figure out, I'd need to…"

Dean nodded, because he understood. When he and Eve had talked in Hell, he was aware of her father's hunting knowledge. Eve was trying to figure out what exactly the seals meant, and that was around the time she went into psychic overload and accidentally killed her friend Frannie, which made her own father turn on her.

"Was that your dad?" Dean asked, motioning his head towards her cell phone.

Eve nodded. "Yeah…it was him."

Dean nodded slowly, unsure of what to say so he switched to his natural default. "One of the first things I thought about once you got off that rack was putting my hands on these amazing hips of yours."

Eve rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh, stop."

"It's true." Dean said and pulled her down onto the bed with him.

"Ow! Ow! Cell phone in my side!" Eve laughed, pulling it out from under her.

Dean laughed a little himself, and then just smiled at her as she stroked his cheek.

"You should shave less often…stuble on you is kind of incredibly hot." Eve said.

"Sorry to interrupt, guys…but we have a huge problem." Sam told them rushing in with Ruby behind him, and Sam wasn't the only one who was surprised when Ruby and Eve looked like they knew each other…and weren't at all pleased to be seeing each other again.

****

"This isn't over." Lilith said, smiling in the meat suit that used to be an innocent little girl. "Sooner or later Eve is going to remember those suppressed memories of hers, and she'll give us exactly what we need."

"What makes you so certain that the fail safe won't be triggered?" Mrs. Bishop asked her.

Lilith rolled her eyes. "When you cast the spell on her, you installed a safe word that only your husband could possibly trigger without knowing it—that's how we planned it since we knew she'd never want to see him again after she knew what he really was and what he really did."

"Why do you think the angels pulled her out of Hell?" Mrs. Bishop asked Lilith.

Lilith sighed and put her head in her hands for a moment, curls bouncing. "Humans are so ridiculously stupid. The angels thought that by pulling her out and figuring out the information about the seals first, they could stop me—which they probably could. However…we get to your little daughter first and we send her back to Hell where no one can find her this time, and we're in the clear. If this isn't timed perfectly, Virginia…I lose my shot. You don't want me to lose my shot do you?"

Mrs. Bishop shook her head. "Of course not, Lilith. I'm with you."

Lilith smiled. "Good…now the biggest thing to deal with is getting rid of Sam and Dean."

****

Dean held Eve's hand when he saw the tension in the room caused by Ruby. Eve held his back and then when Ruby's eyes had returned to normal, Sam was the first to step in and ask questions.

"How do you two know each other?" Sam asked dismally, wishing he in on at least one loop.

Eve kept staring Ruby down. "Would you like to tell Sam or should I?"

Ruby made a face at her. "This isn't about us, Eve—this is about you and the secrets in your head."

"What secrets in my head?" Eve asked her.

Sam nodded. "Ruby found out through a few sources that Eve is the key to this whole seal thing with Lilith. We have to take her to her father so he can say the safe word, and then the angels can extract Lilith's plan from her brain."

Eve stood up slowly. "Lilith's plan…is in my brain?"

Sam nodded. "When you were really little, you overheard your mother plotting with Lilith—but your mother found out and cloaked your thoughts. The only person who can unlock those thoughts is your father."

Eve shook her head, and was comforted by Dean running his hands along her arms to let her know he was there. She didn't want to see her father. Not see him, not talk to him—and definitely not get help from him. Forget it—it was his fault she was dead.

"I'm not going anywhere near him." Eve said strongly. "Why can't you guys go ask him what the safe word is and then come back here and say it and unlock the thoughts all on your own? And who the Hell even knew that I had secrets locked in my brain besides my mother and Lilith?"

"You have a problem believing that some sneaky demon figured out valuable information that no one's supposed to know, but you have no problem believing that your mother would do something like this?" Ruby asked. "Wow…your family is shitty."

"Tell me about it." Eve said, and then took a deep breath. "I just…I can't face him."

Ruby nodded. "Well that's really too bad because he's in this motel."

"You went and found him without coming to us first?" Dean asked angrily.

Ruby shrugged. "Did you really think that she was going to let him near her? We're doing what's best for the world, Dean—the majority. I could care less what Eve wants and doesn't want."

Dean nodded. "Well I care—if Eve doesn't want him near her, then he isn't coming near her."

"Dean…" Sam tried, but stopped when Dean shook his head.

"No, Sam. Eve has been through more than enough. You go figure out the safe word and report back to us." Dean said.

"It doesn't work like that, Dean! He doesn't even know what the safe word is! She has to be in the same room with him as he lists things off so that when the memories come flooding back, we know what it is!" Sam told him angrily, trying to let it be known that he was not going to idly sit around anymore and just let things happen—he needed them to stand up and take action for something.

Eve nodded slowly. "Fine…I'll go see him…I'm not going to be responsible for Lucifer walking the Earth."

****

"Dean, I have to torture Ben today." Eve whispered, kissing Dean anyways as he stroked her hair.

Dean nodded. "I know, Eve, but Alastair isn't around right now—it's the perfect time to be sneaky."

Eve nodded a little, and kissed Dean passionately, smiling when he kissed her back intensely. This was what it was supposed to be like—two people finding each other and getting to be together. Unfortunately, they only got to be together when no one was around. They had to be sneaky because Hell wasn't about a happy ending—it was about torture—it was about finding an escape.

"I think we should start thinking about trying to get out of here—wreaking our own havoc out there on Earth." Eve said suddenly.

Dean pulled away and stroked her hair. "You mean you want to become fully demonic with me?"

Eve nodded. "I want to be with you, Dean—somewhere where we don't have to hide all of this."

"All right, Eve." Dean told her.

He was going to lean in and kiss her again, but they heard something and pulled apart. Good thing too, because it was Alastair coming to warn Eve that she had a soul to torture.

Eve reached out to knock on the motel door, but then pulled her hand back. She couldn't do it—she couldn't look into the eyes of the man that killed her and sent her to Hell.

"We can turn back." Dean told her, resting his arm on her hip that was furthest from him, slowly pulling her towards him.

Eve reached her hand down and gripped his, using her other hand to knock on the door. With Dean by her side, she could do this—she could do anything if he was with her. That was what she was thinking, but the minute her father opened up that door she took a step back. Dean's body moved with hers, and she was amazed for a second that he was so one with her—he knew her better than she knew herself.

"Is that my little Evey?" Mr. Bishop asked with a smile on his face.

Dean let go of Eve to stand in between her and her father as her father tried to come and hug her. Her father nodded and then invited them all in, Eve closing her eyes and taking deep breaths as Dean turned to face her. He hugged her tightly and whispered sweet things in her ear about how strong she was and how beautiful she was, and Eve kissed his shirted chest softly and he pulled away a little and looked her in the eye.

"I owe you when this is over." She said, forcing a smile onto her face.

Dean kissed her swiftly and then they went into the motel room, Eve stopping in the doorway as she saw her brother sitting on one of the motel beds. He smiled at her, and she slowly stepped over the threshold into the room and then her father spoke.

"Ruby told me she could get you to come so we could work this all out." Mr. Bishop said.

Eve swallowed and took Dean's hand as she stood next to him. "Say the safe word so I can go."

He nodded. "I would, sweetheart, but I don't know the safe word. I'm going to ramble some off that I think it might be, and then we're going to see if that will work."

"Just hurry." Eve demanded.

Jeremy stood up. "That's no way to talk to your father, Evey."

"Shut-up, Jeremy—you don't know your father." Eve snapped at him.

Jeremy rolled his eyes. "I think I know our father, Evey."

Eve turned to him. "No, you don't. If you knew him, you would have known that he killed me. You would have known that he came up to his only daughter, he looked her in the eye, and he told her that it was in my best interest to close my eyes and hum so he wouldn't have to see my expression when he pulled the trigger. Then, when I stared him in the face, tears streaming down my face begging him to reconsider…he shot me in the head. How well do you know him now, Jeremy?"

Jeremy looked at his father and then at his sister and took a deep breath. "You snapped, Evey—you snapped and we had no idea if you were going to snap on any of us or not. We didn't know that the key to stopping Lilith was stuck in your brain somewhere."

Eve couldn't believe her brother was actually siding with her father after everything that she had done for him, and so she nodded slowly and refused to cry in front of them. If this is how they were going to act, then fuck the world—and fuck everyone in it. No one cared about her, so why should she care about the world?

"And the key to stopping her is going to stay stuck in my head—fuck you both. Save the world without me—I wouldn't help you even if it meant never having to go to Hell again." Eve said strongly, and then she was out of the motel room and back in Sam and Dean's.

She crawled into Dean's bed and buried her face in the pillow as she snuggled under the covers. Dean came in not too long after that and laid down next to her, holding her and resting his head against hers as she lay there with her back to him. She was with him and he wasn't going to torture her. He had to make up for their past, and that meant being on her side no matter what. So what if Castiel would be pissed if they didn't get the plan out of her head? This wasn't about the world—it was about him and Eve.

"Remember when you told me about Autumn Springs, Eve?" Dean whispered, stroking her shoulder. "Just remember Autumn Springs."

Eve's eyes shot open—in Hell it didn't matter that they'd said it because they were dead. Now they were alive and all of her blocked memories were now clear—everything. She didn't even need her father for any of it. Everything about her Dean knew…and now he'd done what everyone thought only her father could do, and she had a choice—she could save the world if she wanted to…but did she still want to?