Skipper leaned against the wall then glanced at Chuck who sprawled on the couch then snapped her head towards Dean who just walked in and the girl straightened her posture, startled.

"What are you doing here? I didn't write this!"

Dean grabbed Chuck's arm leading him while Skipper trailing behind them toward the door. "Come on. I need both of you to come with me."

"What?" Chuck and Skipper asked. "Where?"

"To the motel where Sam is," Dean answered.

"That's where Lilith is," Chuck told them.

"Wait, wait," Skipper stopped in front of them, "are you saying he can stopped her?" Dean nodded his head.

"Are you insane?" Chuck asked. "Lilith? I know what she's capable of, Dean. I wrote her."

"All right, listen to me," Dean told him. "You have an Archangel tethered to you, okay? All you got to do is show up and boom. Lilith gets smoked."

"But I-I haven't seen that yet," Chuck told them. "The story-"

"Chuck, you're the only shot that we've got left," Skipper told him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"But..." Chuck trailed off. "I'm just a writer."

"This isn't a story anymore, man," Dean told him. "This is real! And you're in it! Now, I need you to get off your ass and fight. Come on, Chuck."

"No freaking way," Chuck told them.

"Okay, well, then, how about this?" Dean asked. "I've got a gun in my pocket, and if you don't come with me, I'll blow your brains out."

"I thought she said I was protected by an Archangel," Chuck told him.

"Well, interesting exercise," Skipper said, shrugging. "Let's see who the quicker draw is.", Chuck looked scared while Dean shot her a look as she grinned in returned


Lilith let her eyes return normal. "Where's the knife, Sam?"

"On the nightstand by the bed," Sam turned around, walking toward the bed. She stopped, looking at the rug in front of her. She knelt to the floor, lifting the run to reveal a Devil's Trap painted on the floor beneath it. She rolled her eyes, touching the edge of the trap with a finger, using magic to burn the trap away. She stood, turning to face Sam. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that."
"

How about this?" Sam asked, raising his hand toward Lilith, concentrating, making a wind raise in the room. Lilith's hair was blown back by the wind, but Sam had no other effect on her. "You're strong. But you're not that strong. Not yet."

"So why don't you throw me around then?" Sam asked.

"Because I can't, and you know it," Lilith answered. "You're immune to my charms. Seems we're at a stalemate."
"Why are you here?" Sam asked.

Lilith shrugged. "To talk."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah, well, I'm not interested."

"Hmm," Lilith hummed. "Even if I'm offering to stand down? From the Seals, the Apocalypse? All of it?"

"You expect me to believe that?" Sam asked.

"Honestly?" Lilith asked. "No. But it's the truth. You can end it, Sam. Right here, right now. I'll stop breaking Seals, Lucifer keeps rotting in his cage. All

you have to do is agree to my terms."

"Why would you back down?" Sam asked. "Why now?"

"Turns out, I don't survive this war," Lilith told him. "Killed off, right before the good part starts."

"What do you want?" Sam asked. "For it to go back to the way it was," Lilith answered. "Before I had Angels to deal with 24/7. The good old days,when it was all baby blood all the time."

"And what do you want in return?" Sam asked.

"Your head on a stick," Lilith answered. "Dean and the new girl that I've been heard from the rumour, too. Call it a consolation prize. So, what do you say, Sam? Self-sacrifice is the Winchester way, isn't it?"

"You really think I'm stupid enough to fall for this?" Sam asked.
"I make a deal, I have to follow through," Lilith told him. "Those are the rules, and you know it. Are you really so arrogant that you would put your life before the lives of six billion innocent people? Maybe it's all that Demon blood pumping through your pipes. Man after my own heart."

"You think I'm like you?" Sam asked. "I am nothing like you."

"Then prove it," Lilith told him. "Going once." She turned around, walking toward the bed. "Going twice."

"Fine," Sam told her.

Lilith turned to face Sam. "Swell. By the way, a contract with me will take more than a kiss." She sat down on the bed. "A lot more. Don't worry. The dental hygienist in here? She wants it bad." Lilith patted the bed next to her, Sam approached slowly, looking entranced. Lilith ran a hand up Sam's tight, letting her eyes turn white. She took him by the collar, pulling him down on top of her.
Sam waited until he was close enough, grabbing Ruby's Knife from the bedside table, trying to stab Lilith with it. Lilith blocked the move, flipping Sam onto the bed, grabbing the knife. The door burst open, they looked toward the door. Dean, Skipper and Chuck walked in.

"I am the Prophet, Chuck!" Chuck shouted. Lilith stood, walking closer. "You've got to be joking."

"Oh, this is no joke," Skipper answered. The room began to shake. A great white light poured in through the windows. The shaking and the light built and built and came violent and blinding as Skipper grinned. "You see, Chuck here's got an Archangel on his shoulder. You've got about 10 seconds before this room is full of wrath and you're a piece of charcoal. You sure you want to tangle with that?"
Lilith gave Sam one last look, pouring screaming out of her vessel's mouth, disappearing. The room stopped shaking, the light dimmed, vanishing. Sam breathed heavily in relief. Skipper looked down at the body and it didn't look like the vessel was breathing, Sam, Dean and Skipper exchanged a look.


The rear window was still busted, still covered in a trap flapping in the wind while Skipper out of cold at in backseat.

"So, a deal, huh?" Dean asked.

"That's what she said," Sam answered.

"To call the whole thing off, Angels, Seals, Lucifer rising, the whole nine?" Dean asked.

"That was the gist of it," Sam answered.

"Huh," Dean told him.

"What?" Sam asked.

"You didn't think once about taking it?" Dean asked.

"You kidding me?" Sam asked. "Dude, you spent all day trying to talk me off the Lilith track."

"I'm just saying..." Dean trailed off.

"She would have found some way to weasel out of it," Sam told them. "And all it would have cost us was our lives."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Dean told him.

"Anyway, that's not the point," Sam told them.

"What's the point?" Dean asked.

"The point is, she's scared," Sam answered. "I could see it. Lilith is running."

"Running from what?" Dean asked.

"Don't know," Sam told them. "But she was telling the truth about one thing."

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"She's not gonna survive the Apocalypse," Sam answered. "I'll make sure of that." he looked at rearview mirror.
"So..."
Dean glanced at Sam, "what?"
"You sure you want her join? I mean demons and angels are after her, she could stay-" Dean cut him off, "at Bobby's? Sam, Bobby wants her to come with us and yes, it's dangerous but right now, we need to find a way to stopped Lilith from breaking a seals. So, Skipper is coming with us."
Sam sighed and nodded but glanced worriedly at the girl who whimpered in her sleep.