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"I think if we change 'virility' to…" Sam turns to his right to look at Rina and tell her about the idea he'd just had concerning the prayer they'd nearly finished converting but stops short when he gets a good look at her. She's asleep. Lying on her side, head resting on her worn notebook like a pillow and pen still in hand, she doesn't even stir when Sam calls out her name.

"Rina?" he tries with no luck. The woman travelled all day and at this point it's so late at night that he shouldn't have expected her to be able to stay awake. He doubts she knows how to run on the average four hours a night he and Dean have grown accustomed to.

Getting up, Sam decides to let her be. She looked too peaceful to wake her. He will finish what he can of the work tonight and together they can finish up tomorrow.

He collects her papers, books and pens, dropping her things onto the table once he has most of it. He then goes back and gently lifts her head slightly to slip out the journal from under it and replace it with a pillow. She only stirs slightly with his moving her. Rina's quiet voice sighs in her sleep, sounding content but like she might wake up.

"Shh," Sam smiles as he soothingly shushes her back to sleep. She doesn't wake but instead cuddles into the pillow she now rests on, Sam grinning while watching her.

He places the old, book bound journal onto the table with the rest of her things. After that he folds the comforter she's lying on in half to bundling her up in it. He pauses to appreciate her in the calm of her sleep before heading back to his own bed.

Looking back at her once before continuing on with his work, Sam begins to worry a little bit. He might like her a little too much and for a hunter who's completely entwined with the Apocalypse now was not the time to find himself having any kind of feelings like this for a woman. Shit.

Castiel sighs wearily. She's a strong willed one, this witch. A tough nut to crack. He may have to turn up the heat a little.

"I have grown bored," Castiel admits as he looks away from the witch.

She just pants to catch her breath as she looks over at the angel with pure malice. Her anger is obvious after he put her through all that he just did.

"Traditional torture just does not seem to have the effect on you I had hoped for." Castiel walks over to stand in front of her as she continues an attempt to recuperate. He reaches out, the witch flinching instantly in fear, but instead of hurt her he places a hand on her head and reads her.

Eyes wide once he knows her well, Castiel looks down at her with surprise. "You're old."

"Comments like that… you must not be too popular with the ladies." It's the first he's heard her voice in a while… that is while not screaming in pain.

"I do not think this is the time for you to be so flippant, Isobel."

With the utterance of her name, she freezes. "How did you know…?"

"Or should I call you Janet?" Castiel questions. "I know you prefer your Satanically baptized nomenclature."

"You're good," she returns with disappointment. "So you really are an angel?"

"As sure as the chair you are sitting upon and the pain you just felt is real," Castiel confirms for her as she's still tied down to the wooden chair in the sewer system beneath the city he found her in. "And as sure as the pain you will still have to come if I do not get what I want."

"I already told you. Dean can't be changed back."

"But you never explained why."

"Because," she starts to tell him. "I made a pledge a long, long time ago."

"To Lucifer," Castiel finishes her thought, knowing her history already.

"I promised my life to him, to serve him for as long as I am alive," she tells him. "He gave me everything in return."

"Are you sure it is he who you are dealing with?" Castiel challenges.

"Of course," the powerful witch says with certainty. "He came to me centuries ago, appeared in the form of my priest in the church I used to worship my former Christian beliefs in." She spits on the floor in disrespect. "He was beautiful and spoke with such passion and conviction for the ones who had wronged him. I renounced my beliefs that day and vowed to follow only him since. He baptized me in my own dark blood and branded me with his mark on my shoulder. I wear it with pride to this day."

Pulling the neck of her shirt to the side Castiel sees the mark. Still red and in the shape of a single fingerprint, he knows it to be the leavings of something other than his brother.

"Your beliefs are misplaced."

"No they aren't," she smiles with almost creepy assurance in herself. "They are true and real. He came to me many times since. I brought him followers and he rewarded me. I'm still alive after all this time, after hundreds of years, spreading his word and his power. I am special to him. He needs me."

"Lucifer has never come to you," Castiel breaks the truth to her. "Isobel, you have been betrayed and lied to. Your powers are not derived from Satan… they come from another."

"That is not true." Her confidence is still very high.

"Do you actually know the history of my family?" Castiel asks with narrowed eyes. "Have you read the bible?"

"What, the word of God?" she nearly bites out. "I follow the dark one . I do not believe what God and his followers have written down in one book."

"As well you shouldn't completely," Castiel tells her in full honesty. "The human kind has had its turn twisting my father's will and prophecies. It isn't exact but for all intents and purposes the word is true." He walks to the chair that he suddenly makes appear across from Isobel facing her. He sits with his elbows on his knees and hands clenched. He peers at her hard. "Let me tell you my personal version. As I was a witness for it all I feel my story is quite accurate."

"Son of a bitch!" Dean says with shock as she snaps her legs shut and stares at Lizzy with eyes wider than her wife has ever seen, her body still in the midst of enjoyment as the brutality with which her last orgasm hit still lingers.

Lizzy grins so hard with glee that she feels like her cheeks might break. She grips her buzzing vibrator with both hands as the excitement of seeing that moment on Dean makes her feel insanely giddy. She's better at this than she thought she'd be. Guess all that fooling around out on the road before meeting Dean paired with plenty of alone time has really paid off.

"That was awesome," Lizzy giggles as she watches Dean's body finally begin to relax and come back down to reality. She turns off her vibrator and drops it onto the comforter, concentrating on the beautiful woman in bed with her.

"Oh my God," Dean responds, lying back and in complete awe of what just happened. "Fucking so… awesome." She just repeats Lizzy's sentiments as they are completely spot on and she can't really think enough to find any other new words to describe it.

Lizzy laughs aloud while enjoying the sight. Dean has her hands clutching either side of her head and her eyes closed, her body completely melted into the mattress with its overwhelmed state.

"You gonna make it?" Lizzy grins out.

"No!" Dean huffs a small laugh while washing a hand down her stubble-free face.

"My God, that was probably one of the sexiest things I've ever seen," Lizzy tells her as she crawls in close and kisses Dean hard on the lips. "So… fucking… hot."

Dean kisses her again, now at ease with the situation. She runs her hands along Lizzy's body, taking her in with a brand new kind of appreciation. "I don't have words. That was freakin' crazy."

"Great, ain't it?" Lizzy asks, knowingly.

Dean nods happily before kissing her once more. "But now I feel like I'm in your debt for all that."

"No way," Lizzy assure between slow, languid kisses. "Trust me, I am getting plenty out of this."

Dean can't help but smile at that. Lizzy's absolutely telling the truth. She loves Dean so damn much that she doesn't doubt that Lizzy is getting a lot of her own pleasure out of just making Dean happy.

"Come on," Dean says while taking Lizzy by the hips and rolling them over. Dean leans down to kiss her neck one on top of her. "Let me take over for a little. I wanna make you feel good this time." She bites lightly down on the juncture of her shoulder and neck. "Wanna touch you." She kisses Lizzy's shoulder. "Taste you... Wanna see if I can put some of my newfound knowledge to good use."

Stubbornness will kill Lizzy someday, she knows it. And she's working on it. Instead of say fuck no like she wants to since she was having a great time introducing Dean to everything on the female side of sexuality, she simply kisses Dean once before saying, "How can I say no to that?"

"You can't," Dean answers, sitting atop Lizzy's hips and holding her wrists over her head with full intent on making her lose her shit. "Won't let you this time. It's your turn."

The look in Dean's eyes alone lets her know that giving Dean the reigns was the right choice. The last time Dean gave her this expression they ended up getting a call from the front motel office because of more than one noise complaint.

Hell yeah. Game on.