This is my take on the episode 'Abandon All Hope'.

As Dean follows Sam back down the stairs after getting Bobby in bed, he stops short when he comes to see Lizzy standing by herself at the bottom, looking at him and clearly waiting for him.

"He get over it?" she wonders.

"Eh, he'd never admit it if he did," Dean huffs. "Though he looked pretty damn happy when he laid down in there."

"Not sleeping in a real bed for so long would do that to me too," Lizzy nods while bringing her arms around his middle. With her cheek pressed to his chest, his heartbeat loud and clear, she smiles. "Grab your coat."

"What for?"

"We're going for a walk."

"A walk? Right now?"

"Trust me."

She pulls him by the hand and leads him into the kitchen to grab their coats, finding Jo and Sam sitting at the table talking once they get there.

"Shame we aren't still playing Never Have I Ever," Dean quips to his brother while pulling on his jacket.

"Why?" Sam asks with confusion.

"I never got to pay you back for embarrassing the shit outta me over and over."

"Please. You got nothing on me, Dean," Sam says confidently. He really never did much wrong in his life. He's tried to live by the book as much as a hunter could growing up and Dean was the one who felt the need to live large and make stupid decisions.

"Eh, I might have a few things, smart ass." Dean smirks as Lizzy hands him a large blanket.

"Bull."

"You really don't think so?"

"No way," Sam ensures his innocence.

"Oh yeah? Well, how about… never have I ever been given a nickname based on the size of my cock." Shit eating grin in place, Dean turns and starts to walk towards the door with a little bounce in his step.

Sam just shakes his head as Jo laughs.

"Well now you have to spill it, Sammy boy!" Jo says to him mid-laugh.

"Nah, it's nothing," Sam tries to play off as the rose color creeps up his neck and onto his cheeks.

"Aw, tell her Sam-I-Am," Lizzy grins, a second blanket in her arms. "Jo wants to know."

"No."

"Come on! It's flattering."

"It's dumb."

"Then I'll tell her," Lizzy smirks while focusing on Jo.

"Lizzy…" Sam says in warning but gets cut off.

"My girl Louie used to call Sam the Iron Giant."

Eye wide and jaw dropped, Jo stares at Sam with awe.

"You don't say…" Jo comments while eyeing him over.

"It's true. And the best part…" Lizzy says while following Dean out the side door. "He's totally worthy of the name. It was well earned." She then winks Jo's way before shutting the door.

"Son of a bitch," Dean complains once she's outside with him.

"What's up your ass?"

"I think my attempt at embarrassing Sam backfired."

"How so?"

"If anything he's just gonna get laid now," he tells her with a huff to which Lizzy laughs.

"God I hope so!" she says in return as she leads them out back to the clearing she and Lou used to run off to every now and then. He smiles wide when he sees it.

"We haven't been back here since we met," Dean observes as he spies the old, rusted out pickup truck they sat in the bed of together years ago. They learned so much about each other that night, small details right on up to the deep dark secrets of their ugly pasts.

"I wanted to come out here one more time," she tells him while climbing up and laying out her blanket on the bed. Once she's sitting on it, Dean steps up too. Soon enough they're sitting across the metal flatbed with their backs against the cab, cuddled into one another with the second blanket over them.

"Good idea," Dean says to her, squeezing her in a little tighter as they both look up at the stars.

"Seems weird to me," Lizzy comments while the vastness of the sky envelopes her.

"You could be talking about anything right now."

"I don't understand how God could create this world, and us, and wants to see it go down in flames."

"Who the fuck really knows what God wants."

"Cass, for one," Lizzy says. "He's been so fucking cryptic lately. First he tells me God saved my ass back in LA and that the big man needed me around. Now Cass is coming with us on the suicide mission of all suicide missions. If he knows God and his will… why try and stop the Apocalypse with us?"

"Doesn't make sense, I'll give you that," Dean tells her, looking over at her concentrated face as she looks upwards.

"So, I'll never admit again what I'm about to tell you," Lizzy says while turning to meet his eyes, his beautiful green eyes that she knows so well and loves so damn much. "But I'm fucking scared, dude." She curls into his side, her head resting on his chest.

"So am I," Dean answers with a lowered brow, only reserving moments like this of pure honesty for her and at times Sam.

"We have to do it though," she says knowingly. "I mean, if we don't who else will?"

"No one," Dean agrees. "Um, L, you don't have to go with us you know…"

"Don't start that shit," Lizzy complains.

"Listen for a second 'cause I'm talking about Bobby here," Dean tries to explain himself. "Who the fuck is gonna take care of him after this, make sure he's not gonna kill himself if we don't come back?"

"Bobby's a big boy," Lizzy tells him. "I'm gonna talk to him before we leave tomorrow anyways. If I can't guilt him into staying alive, no one can."

"So that's it? I can't convince you to stay, even for Bobby's sake?"

"No fucking way," Lizzy answers. "Thelma and Louis baby. I'm going with you."

"Speaking of talking, can we not do the whole goodbye speech thing?" Dean asks of her. "Haven't we already done that enough in our lives?"

"Honestly, I can't think of anything new to tell you anyways," Lizzy admits, realizing how right he is about this. "I say we enjoy the night, let our half-drunk selves have some fun in the back of an old ass pickup truck under the stars before we try and save the fucking world tomorrow."

"Thank you," Dean says exasperatedly as he turns to her and captures her mouth with his own.

"Mm, I am going to say one thing though," Lizzy interrupts him and Dean rolls his eyes. "Relax, no discussion needed. I just can't go into tomorrow without saying that I love you, Dean. I know that you know that I do but I swear I could never say it enough, could never do how much I feel for you justice with just words. I need you to know that you are the absolute best thing that has ever happened to me. And I mean that completely, all angel-interference-bullshit considered."

Sighing with a head shake, he lets her have her quick emotional moment as he knows her well enough to be aware that it was coming. At least she made it short and sweet.

"Get over here you fucking sap," Dean shakes his head again while pulling her on top of him, Lizzy giggling with his annoyance but stopping when he kisses her sincerely, his way of making his own feelings well known. And with that, Lizzy straddling his lap and Dean already with his hands under her shirt, they make the best use of what could be their last night on Earth.

"Oh hell yeah!" Dean cheers from the driver's seat as he hears the opening riff come through the Impala speakers. This is just what he needed. Something to take his mind off of the task at hand that keeps creeping closer every mile they cover. Pending doom has rendered the carful quiet the first hour into the trip to doom and he's been looking for a way to break the tension. If he's going to die today than at least he's going to fucking have fun before he does.

"Yes!" Lizzy grins out from the passenger side as she reaches for the volume knob to crank it. "White man came across the sea!" she belts out over the taxed speakers pouring the rock classic forth into the cab.

"He brought us pain and misery!" Dean way off key voice croons right back, a smile actually tugging at the corners of his mouth with the moment.

"He killed our tribes, killed our creed!" they both continue on, Sam staying very silent in the back seat. "He took our game for his own need!"

God damn it, Sam thinks to himself at first. The two of them suck at singing and that was putting it lightly. Sure, over time he'd gotten quite used to it, even has found a way to tune them out on most days, but this wasn't most days. This was probably their last day. They were planning to shoot the devil himself without so much as a plan and the odds are highly stacked against him.

"We fought him hard, we fought him well! Out on the plains we gave him hell!" they continue on, Lizzy turning in her seat to face Dean with her legs tucked under her. She grabs onto his shoulder and his bicep and continues on dramatically singing while Dean shout-sings right back. "But many came too much for Cree! Oh, will we ever be set free?"

"I love this fucking song!" Lizzy shouts over the volume as the beat quickens and she shakes Dean with a huge smile on her face. Dean just laughs with her over the top antics and couldn't stop himself from overly enjoying the moment for exactly what it is. They aren't thinking of the heaviness in their lives or the certain death they're driving towards. They're just having honest-to-God fun with a fucking great song.

"Come on, Sam!" Lizzy turns her attention on the man in the backseat with a sour-lemon face. "I'm calling bullshit if you're gonna say you don't know the words by now!"

"I know 'em," Sam shakes his head and looks back down at the town map in his hands, studying Carthage until he knows it perfectly and can get around in it like it's second nature. He can't live with anyone not surviving this one. Lucifer is out because of him and if anyone is going to die it'll be the guy who unlocked the door.

"Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes!" Dean and Lizzy continue on. "Galloping hard on the plains! Chasing the redskins back to their holes! Fighting them at their own game!" Cupping his face playfully, Lizzy sings on while practically screaming in Dean's face, him yelling the words right back at her. "Murder for freedom, the stab in the back! Women and children our cowards attack!"

She then lets Dean focus back on the road ahead and turns to face Sam once more, pointing at him while singing. "Run to the hills!" She smiles deviously at him. "Run for your lives!"

Sam rolls his eyes again, determined not to have any fun right now, but Lizzy won't accept that as an answer. She steals the paper map off his lap and tosses it over her shoulder into the front seat.

"Run to the hills!" she dramatically sings again, this time to Sam as she grabs onto his shoulders shakes him. "Run for your lives!"

He knows he's lost this little war of theirs when she starts climbing over the bench seat and onto him. No longer able to hold it back, Sam lets a small smile fly. "You're insane."

"And you're no fun," she explains to him as she drops into his lap sideways and hooks an arm around his neck. She sings into her fist, picking the song back up into her invisible microphone. "Raping the women and wasting the men! The only good Indians are tame!" Looking at him with wide eyes, she grabs his coat lapel and pulls him in. "Selling them whiskey and taking their gold! Enslaving the young and destroying the oooooooold!"

Ah fuck it, Sam thinks to himself when he joins her finally and gives in.

"Run to the hills!" all three hunters belt out at the very loudest their voices can go, Dean smiling to see Sam actually join them for once as he looks into the rearview mirror. "Run for your lives! Run to the hills! Run for your lives!"

As the guitar solo starts and Lizzy decides to go corny with it, Sam watches her air guitar with all her heart as she sits across his legs. He laughs with her utter stupidity as her shameless ways take over. Maybe it's good that he gave in and started to enjoy the moment for what it is, even if he has work to do. This is the perfect reminder of exactly what he's trying to save with this truly plan-less attack. Dean and Lizzy. They are what he's trying to save. They are exactly the type of people, the type of family, he thinks deserves a chance. The Apocalypse will take everything away from them, ruin their lives completely, and they deserve to have their time. Sam really would give anything to let the two of them have the opportunity to live normal and have that family they both want so badly but will never cop to since they believe it could never happen. If Sam stops Lucifer then they can get out of the life for good. That's what he's going to do, no matter what it takes to make that happen.

"Run for the hills!" Lizzy and Dean belt out again when the chorus returns, pulling Sam back out of his overactive brain. Lizzy leans forward and presses a palm to the top of Dean's head over the front seat and makes him head-bang a little. "Run for your life!"

Smile wide on his face, excited suddenly by the idea of playing out his self-appointed part in the Apocalypse, Sam joins right back in.

"Run for the hills!" they all sing on, Sam wrapping his arms around Lizzy and hugging her in. "Run for your lives!"

Laughing a little while more than happy to see Sam loosen up for once, Lizzy tightly circles her arms around Sam's neck and sings to him. "Run for the hills! Run for your life!"

She kisses him on the cheek once, backing away with a massive, toothy smile in place as he lightens up for once. She always knew Sam was a fun dude underneath it all.

"Run for the hills! Run for your life!"

"That song is so fucking awesome," Lizzy sighs with a grin once it ends as she begins climbing back off of Sam and into the front seat. "So fun."

"Totally. Get your IPod out," Dean tells her as he drives on, the next song starting on the local classic rock station being 'Simple Kind of Man' and just not packing half as much of a punch when following up a great Iron Maiden song.

"What!?" Lizzy looks at him with wide, almost horrified, eyes.

"Put on some good stuff," Dean tells her to. "If I'm gonna die today I wanna hear good music before I go down!"

"Holy fucking fuck," Lizzy says with a smirk, pulling her IPod out of its permanent place in her jacket pocket. "Who the hell are you and what have you done with my husband?"

"Shut up," Dean grumpily calls to her. "I'm walking head first into the lion's den here. I just want some of the greats to listen to before getting there."

"I thought my IPod was douchey to you…"

"It is," Dean says without any form of real conviction in his voice. "But I don't feel like searching endlessly through stations when you have everything I want on your IPod."

Sam tries to hide his smirk while observing their easy interactions.

"Admit that you love it first," Lizzy requests of him.

"Huh?" Dean asks, glancing towards her quickly. "Love what?"

"My IPod."

"No."

"Say it!"

"No fucking way!"

"Then no IPod," she simply explains while putting it back into her jacket pocket.

"Are you for real!?" Dean angrily questions her.

"You don't appreciate it, you don't get to use it." Lizzy crosses her arms across her chest and shoots him a smug look.

Pausing while continually looking back and forth from the road to her, Dean quickly darts his arm across the space between them to reach into her pocket himself.

"No!" she blocks his hand with a swift slap.

"Give me the freakin' IPod." He keeps trying.

"Fuck you, no way!" Lizzy keeps fighting him back as he reaches for her pocket.

"L, give it," Dean demands, his hand still reaching for her. His tactics take a smart turn when he reaches for her middle and gives it a good squeeze.

"Ah! Stop it!" she laughs through her protests, the attack now aimed at tickling her. She's always been really ticklish, something she hates that both Dean and Sam are aware of.

"Only if you hand it over," Dean threatens as he tries to keep his focus on the road while one-hand attacking her, knowing she'll have to give in if he can get her good enough.

"No fair!" she laughs out.

"Fork it!"

"Ah! No! Ha!" Lizzy calls out, backed up against the passenger side door and dying with laughter. "Hate you! So much!"

"You love me."

"Not… ha, any more!"

"This can all end if you just give me the fucking IPod."

Sam smirks as he waits, listening to Lizzy's tortured laughter and knowing she's about to give in. The display further motivates his well-meaning plans. They were too good to never get their time in. He has to give them the fair chance they've more than earned themselves.

"Fucking uncle, ok!? Uncle!" Lizzy shouts out her white flag. Dean immediately stops and holds out his hand expectantly, waiting. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that?"

"Whatever. Gimme." Dean's fingers curl impatiently as he waits for her to give over her most prized possession. With a grumble, Lizzy relents and drops her IPod in his waiting palm. "Sweet."

"Tickling is considered a form of torture and I don't think that you're supposed to do these types of things to your wife," Lizzy informs him with stubbornness.

"And I'm pretty sure that once your married you're supposed to share everything with your husband," he rebuts while scrolling through her songs. "This thing is technically half mine now."

"Never! No IPod will ever be our IPod!" Lizzy points accusingly yet in a half-serious manner across the seat at him.

"Nice Billy Madison reference," Dean says with sudden levity.

"Thanks."

"And it's fifty percent mine now whether you like it or not so screw," he tells her while connecting the IPod to the transmitter and pressing play.

"Aw honey, you're so sweet with the way you talk to me," Lizzy bats her eyelashes sarcastically.

When the opening baseline of 'Whipping Post' comes on over the speakers, Dean looks over to her with a knowing and confident face, shooting a wink her way. She grins right back.

"Fuck, fine," she relents as she absolutely loves this song. "You're forgiven."

"Of course I am!"

"I've been run down!" they both begin to sing as Lizzy hands Sam his map back so he can continue on. "I've been lied to…"

The tears just don't seem to have an end in sight. From the second Castiel flew them back to Bobby's, Lizzy has been an utter mess. She held it together after watching the explosion that took Jo and Ellen's lives. She didn't crack after Lucifer didn't die once the Colt's bullet left him with no lasting effect and it was the last thing they had in their bag of tricks. She didn't even fall apart when Dean flew into that tree just second before she followed suit. But the moment she saw Bobby, the pain on his face after losing two good hunters and, more importantly, two great friends, she fell to pieces. She cried for the record, lying on the couch for a long time, unable to move. Bobby stayed with her throughout, his wheelchair next the couch and never letting her hand go for a second.

The TV on in the room, they both start to see how screwed the world really is now that the devil unleashed Death on it. The very county they are in has a state of emergency issued already.

"Come on, kiddo," Bobby calls to get her attention and hold out his hand.

They walk together to the study where Dean built a fire in the fireplace like Bobby had requested as the TV continues on its reporting of awful occurrences.

Just received an update that the governor has declared a state of emergency for Paulding County, including the towns of Marion, Fetterville, and Carthage.

Sam comes through the side door and joins them, his own eyes red rimmed and cried out.

The storm system has reportedly touched off a number of tornadoes in the area.

The four hunters stand around the fire. Bobby picks up the group photo they took before leaving for the mission. They all look so serious and slightly scared due to Castiel's reminder of their chances of surviving. Dean, Sam, and Lizzy should be happy they came out alive, but the loss makes it nearly impossible to do so.

Death tolls have yet to be estimated, but state officials expect the loss of life and property to be staggering.

Bobby drops the picture onto the burning logs. As the fire consumes it little by little, Lizzy covers her face with her hands and lets out a fresh sob as the image disintegrates in the flames. Sam pulls her in and holds her tight. The four stand around that fire, silent and terrified and mourning, until the picture is nothing but ash.