This is my take on the episodes 'Abandon All Hope'
They got the Colt. It wasn't easy, and meeting Crowley was no picnic either, but at least they have the Colt and when you're trying to run down the Devil it's a pretty nice weapon to have in the arsenal. Now comes the hard part… getting Satan and the Colt in the same room.
As Dean and Sam work on a plan of some kind, the suicide mission crew is living it up. Might as well. Who takes it easy the night before seriously risking their life voluntarily? Not these hunters.
Castiel is going shot for five shots with Ellen as Lizzy and Jo observes with glee and a tipsy state of mind. Over time, Jo had come around to Lizzy. At first, once the rumors flew enough to reach her through the hunter's network, Jo was not exactly happy that Lizzy knew the Winchesters. She never did a good job at hiding her interest in Dean and he hadn't hid his own interest in her before meeting Lizzy. Now, especially after the debacle with War that pitted them against each other at first, Jo and Lizzy realized they had a lot in common. They got along well and even had fun with each other. It helped that over time Jo realized what a bullet she dodged with Dean. He was a pain in the ass, drunken, pessimistic hunter who was difficult to handle to put it lightly. God bless Lizzy for dealing with all that is more how she sees it now.
Castiel downs his five shots in a row following Ellen's one. Once he drops his last shot glass down on the table, Lizzy lights up.
"Yeah Cassie!" she grins while standing next to Jo in awe. "That's my fucking angel right there!"
"I think I'm starting to feel something," Castiel tells the group, earning him a clap on the back from Lizzy.
As the fun in the kitchen continues, 'Oye Como Va' blasting throughout the house, Sam and Dean discuss the next day at Bobby's desk, Dean sitting in Bobby's desk chair and Sam opposite him with his back to the kitchen.
"It's gotta be a trap, right?" Sam says with obviousness to his brother.
"Sam Winchester, having trust issues with a demon," Dean returns with a little levity. "Well, better late than never."
"Thank you again for your continued support."
"You're welcome," Dean says while clinking beer bottle with his little brother. Thankfully his Sammy is back these days. No more distrust for the most part. "You know, trap or no trap, we got a snowball's chance, we gotta take it, right?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Besides, I'm not sure it is a trap. Check it out. I mean, Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with Revelation omens. And look at this." "Dean pushes some papers in front of Sam to see. "There's been six missing persons reported, in town, since Sunday. I think the devil's there."
"Okay."
"Look, when you think about it...you can't come with."
"Dean…" Sam starts to complain with an eye roll.
"Look, I go against Satan and screw the pooch, okay. We've lost a game piece. That we can take. But if you're there, then we are handing the devil's vessel right over to him. That's not smart." Dean's eyes fix on the person walking towards him. Lizzy grins widely to him, a couple beers in her hands.
"Since when have we ever done anything smart?" Sam points out to his brother.
"I'd say about never," Lizzy adds her two cents as she drops fresh beers in front of the two of them. "How's it going over here?" Dropping a hand onto Dean's shoulder and leaning into him a little, she smiles warmly to them.
"Just planning out our own deaths," Sam remarks.
"Oh, is that all?" Lizzy asks, grin still in place.
"You drunk already?" Dean asks up to her when he gets a sneaking suspicion and Lizzy shares a dumb grin with him.
"No," she denies with an expression that gives her away immediately. Dean raises his eyebrows and she tells the truth. "Maybe a little. Look, figure this shit out and come celebrate the last day on Earth with me. I'm not making peace with my maker until I get to have some fun with my guys one last time."
"Give us a couple more minutes," Sam ensures.
"Fine," Lizzy sighs as she walks away, Dean's eyes lingering on her ass all the while.
"Damn," he mutters under his breath, realizing there's another thing he's going to have to attend to before running straight at the devil tomorrow. One last solid romp in the sack with Lizzy was definitely in order. That is one thing he could never skip of his last night alive. Once he focuses back in on Sam, his brother has an expectant face on. "Yeah, so I'm serious here, Sam. You can't do this with us tomorrow."
"I'm being serious too, man. Haven't we learned a damn thing? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it together."
Thinking it over for a beat, Sam makes a solid argument. Every time they separate it's worse than if they stuck together. Finally, Dean gives in.
"Okay. But it's a stupid frigging idea."
Dean looks past Sam at the group behind him. He catches Lizzy and Jo taking a shot together, Jo immediately making a patented whiskey face and Lizzy scolding her for it. Lizzy smacks Jo on the ass and laughs before bringing her arm around the shorter woman, both smiling. Jo then walks to the refrigerator, separating the two, but it's too late. Dean's brain already got the message he thinks it was supposed to get.
"Boy, talk about stupid ideas," Sam remarks, more focused on the angel attempting to get wasted. Dean, however, is still eyeing the two women and thinking Sam's train of thought is following his even if it isn't.
"Good God. True that."
Dean stands up, new beer in hand, and makes his way to the kitchen. He grabs Lizzy's hand and leads her to the refrigerator where Jo is bent at the waist and rummaging.
"Hey," Dean greets the second she stand up and Jo looks over the couple standing there and leaning against the counter.
"Hey," Jo echoes suspiciously, looking to Lizzy for an explanation of Dean's sudden behavior. Lizzy just shrugs as she doesn't have the first clue as to what's going on.
"So, dangerous mission tomorrow," he begins to explain himself. "Guess it's time to eat, drink, and, you know… make merry." He puts his arm around Lizzy's shoulder and lifts his eyebrows at Jo once, making his intentions obvious.
"Are you giving me the last-night-on-Earth speech in front of your woman?" Jo asks and both women turn their full attention onto him.
"What?" Dean brushes off.
"What?" Jo asks right back.
"No."
Lizzy and Jo both laugh a little and shake their heads, but Dean tries again. "If I was, would, uh, would that work?"
"Hey!" Lizzy calls out, looking up to him with drunken disbelief. "The wife is standing right here!"
"Oh, you're invited darlin'," Dean assures before looking back to Jo. "What do you say? Go out with bang?" He rolls his eyes at his own words. "Literally."
Jo glances to Lizzy with a cocked eyebrow, letting her know to relax. She then leans in close to Dean, bringing her lips just an inch from his. Dean thinks he might have just gotten way too lucky for his own good.
"No," Jo says quietly to him before backing up a little, Lizzy busting out laughing. "Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect."
Jo laughs and pats Lizzy on the shoulder in sympathy before walking away.
"If you're into that kind of thing…" Dean mumbles and Lizzy turns to face him.
"Burnt!" Lizzy cheers while pointing up at Dean.
"To a crisp," he adds with a swig of beer.
"You know what kinda thing I'm into?" Lizzy asks up to him.
"Mm," Dean's tune changes when he remembers he's still got her to make sure his night's a great one. "What?"
"You asking me before you proposition a threesome with a mutual friend." She says it with a smile but Dean knows he fucked up a bit.
"Just sayin', it was totally worth a shot," Dean explains and kisses her quickly.
"You're despicable."
"And you love it."
"Everybody get in here!" Bobby's voice calls out to the crowd in his house from the study. "It's time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner."
When the group filters in they see the patriarch of the small hunting clan setting up his old camera.
"Oh come on, Bobby," Ellen complains. "Nobody wants their picture taken."
"Hear, hear," adds Sam.
"Shut up. You're drinking my beer." The rest come into the room, shuffling to the corner to huddle in a group reluctantly. "Anyway, I'm gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by."
"Ha!" Ellen laughs. "Always good to have an optimist around."
"Bobby's right," Castiel explains plainly. "Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is our last night on earth."
The group's collective smile falls to utter depression and realization with the angel's words. Castiel made them all look at the situation for what it truly is. None of them may come out of this mission alive. They may have known it all deep down, but until now it wasn't recognized at legitimate. They could all be dead by tomorrow night.
As the flash lights up the room and shutter clicks, no one talks. They're all silent for a beat as everything sets in.
"Fuck, Cass," Dean complains. "Way to kill a party."
"No kidding," Jo adds, drinking deep from her beer.
"Alright, well if Cass is right, I say we have some fun tonight." Lizzy starts walking to the kitchen to grab several beers. "Everyone in the living room."
"Alright, my turn," Sam announces to the laughing group of people. "I got a good one. Never have I ever been to a gay bar."
Lizzy quickly drinks.
"Seriously?" Dean asks her.
"College dude," Lizzy shrugs. "I had gay friends."
It's then that Dean feels someone pushing up the bottom of the beer bottle in his hand. He looks to Sam reaching over from his chair and sees the giant smile on his brother's face.
"Deeeean," Sam reminds him in a patronizing voice and waits while the room looks at Dean funny.
"Are all yours gonna be aimed at my humiliation?" Dean angrily asks Sam as he drinks. He's beginning to see a pattern with Sam's never-have-I-evers.
"What!?" Jo laughs loudly from her seat on the floor at the foot of Ellen's chair.
"Oh honey, you're gonna have to tell this story," Ellen smirks.
"I didn't know it was a freakin' gay bar, ok?"
"You didn't think that maybe a place called The Bear Cave would be a gay men's bar?" Sam points out, just trying to make things worse for his older brother.
"HA! The Bear Cave!? Oh Hot Shot, I thought you were smarter than that!" Lizzy nudges him with her shoulder as they sit together on the couch.
"I didn't look at the sign!" Dean defends himself miserably. "Look, we just finished a hunt and it went shitty. I needed to drown my sorrows so I saw a bar and I went in. Sue me!"
"And tell me again, how many drinks was it that you had before you ended up realizing what kind of establishment it was?"
"Sam, shut up," Dean calls out. "This game sucks."
"How long did it take ya', Dean-o?" Jo pries further.
"I had like two drinks."
"Try four," Sam laughs as the whole room joins him.
"You know, dudes do actually hit on me kinda often, ok? I just assumed it was any other day in there," Dean once more tries to make himself look better. "Gay guys freakin' love me."
"Sadly, it's true," Lizzy vouches. "I've been holding his hand in public and guys will still try as if I don't even exist."
"See!" Dean says while pointing to Lizzy.
"Guess gay men are really good at reading people," Bobby quips.
"Can we move on now?" Dean loudly asks with utter annoyance.
"Sure can, sweetie," Ellen laughs off the moment. "Untwist those boxers."
"I've got a good one," Jo speaks up. "How about never have I ever been involved in a threesome." Jo's sights immediately land on Dean.
"I should hope not!" Ellen gives her a mean look.
"I didn't drink, did I?" Jo points out.
"Finally!" Dean says while standing up from his seat with more pride than he should have in himself. "One I'm not ashamed to drink to. Thank you very much. I'm awesome." He takes a big swig.
"You better sit down before yer head get so big you can't fit it through the doorway," Bobby remarks while taking a drink himself.
"Et tu, Bobby?" Dean says while taking his seat next to Lizzy.
"Grew up in the sixties," he points out with obviousness, getting a laugh from Ellen.
"So what, just me and Bobby?" Dean asks the room. "I know for a fact that there is more than just two of us in this room wearing this badge of honor." Slowly, he very exaggeratedly turns his attention to Lizzy.
"Hate you," she remarks under her breath and takes a drink.
"Aw, I don't want to know this," Bobby complains as Lizzy is like his daughter. It feels awful to know this about her, and now he somewhat wants to throttle Dean for it too. Call it a hunch but he's sure Dean was involved.
"Sorry, Bobby. Vegas is a hell of a town, you know?" Lizzy winces as she says.
"Wait, when did you guys do that?" Sam has to ask as he realizes the only time Lizzy and Dean went to Vegas together was with him… what a mess that turned out to be. "When did you have the time?"
"Remember that night…"
"Dean!" Lizzy suddenly calls out with anger in attempt to save herself the utter embarrassment. She didn't need the whole story revealed.
"What? It's a good story, honey. Just let me tell it," Dean jokes like an old married couple while clamping a hand over her mouth and continuing at her expense. "Remember when you went back to the room to relax one night and we headed to the strip club?"
"Ah, yeah," Sam answers hesitantly.
"Well, let's just say the stripper that night got a really, really big tip."
The collective laugh/groan of disappointment has Lizzy reeling. Dean removes his hand and she shows how pissed she is.
"Shit, I hate you so much," Lizzy covers a hand over her eyes as she prepares for the little family of hers to look at her with much less respect.
"Oh sweetie, you didn't," Ellen smiles over to her, not even trying to hide her amusement.
"The stripper was a friend of mine," Lizzy tries to excuse. "I've known her for years. And it wasn't that big a deal."
"Oh yes it was!" Dean ensures while laughing. "It was one of the crowning achievements of my life!"
"Such a deviant," Sam remarks with a smile. "Both of you."
"Elizabeth Winchester is not a deviant," Dean scolds his brother with an accusatory finger point. "She's the greatest fucking wife that a dirt-bag like me could ever hope for and this just proves it."
"You should still be kissing my ass for doing that one," Lizzy shoves him, upset over making her look bad in front of the people she cares most about.
"Who says I'm not," Dean rebuts, kissing her neck in front of everyone and Lizzy giggling while he does. It's just too easy to get back on her good side. He then plants one on her lips.
"Ok, don't make me get the hose, huh?" Bobby grumbles to the overly affectionate couple. "Next one."
"Fine, I got one to take the heat off of myself," Lizzy starts with an evil smirk sent Bobby's way. "Never have I ever slept with Bobby Singer."
The dramatic pause that takes over the room is only broken when Ellen takes a small swig of her beer.
"Oh yes! I knew it!" Lizzy jumps out of her seat with excitement. She reaches across their small circle to hold her hand high at Bobby for a high-five. With a roll of his eyes he obliges her. "So awesome, dude!"
"Take it easy, would you?" Ellen complains.
"I'm sorry, Ellen," Lizzy says sarcastically, not really sorry at all. "But I'm proud of Bobby right now. You're a fucking hottie and dear ol' dad does not have enough fun in life!"
Bobby lets out a quick, blink-and-you-miss-it smile with her words. She may be embarrassing the ever living crap outta him, but she called him dad. She could say he was the worst piece of shit on the Earth right now but if she followed it up with that, well, he'd be ok with it.
Lizzy didn't miss the moment either. She just smiles to herself that Bobby would be so happy with her unintentional slip. She meant it anyways.
"Talk about things a daughter doesn't want to know about her mother…" Jo quips quietly.
"Yeah, I think we've all learned enough about each other for a night," Ellen begins. "I say we get this grumpy ass into his real bed for the first time in months, what do you say boys?"
"Ellen…" Bobby annoyingly warns. The last thing he needs is for his kids to have to assist his helpless ass with anything.
"Done!" Dean cheerily answers as he moves to stand behind Bobby's wheelchair.
"Boys, you pick me up and I swear…" Bobby starts to angrily warn.
"What?" Sam calls him out. "You're gonna kick our asses?"
"I can still throw a good punch, you jackass," Bobby spits as Dean wheels him to the bottom of the staircase.
"Cool it down a second, huh?" Dean says to Bobby once he's ready to help him up the stairs. "How many times did you carry our asses up to bed when we were kids?"
"You were kids! Not full grown men!" Bobby watches as he loses his fight when he suddenly has Sam on one side and Dean on the other.
"Consider it payback all at once," Sam smiles as he looks over to Dean. "Ready?"
Dean nods and they lean forward, picking him up and helping Bobby up the stairs.