Sam, Dean, and I had gone to the local laundromat so we could do laundry, obviously. Sam was washing their clothes while I washed mine; can't wash my lacy bras and thongs with the rest of it they would ruin. And then I wouldn't have anything sexy to wear; the horror. I'm being absolutely serious here; I'm not a girly girl in anyway and I prefer jeans and t-shirts, but I loved my sexy undergarments the made me feel good about myself. And that's not something I felt very often. While we did laundry Dean sat in a chair reading Chuck's latest manuscript. "I'm sitting in a laundromat, reading about myself sitting in a laundromat reading about myself. My head hurts," Dean said. I slightly turned to him and said, "If I had a head like that and it didn't hurt I'd see a doctor." Dean gave me an un-amused look while Sam chuckled. "Seriously though there's got to be something this guy's not telling us," Sam said before turning to throw his darks in the washer.
"Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck, about whether he was telling the whole truth." Dean read. "Stop it," Sam told him. "'Stop it,' Sam said.' Guess what you do next?" Dean asked after reading the same thing Sam had just said. Sam was getting aggravated so he turned around with a scowl on his face. I could feel how much he doubted Chuck and his aggravation at Dean. "'Sam turned his back on Dean, his face brooding and pensive. While Cassidy worried about Sam feeling his aggravation' I mean, I don't know how he's doing it, but this guy is doing it. I can't see your face, but those are definitely your "brooding and pensive" shoulders. And Cassidy's forehead is creased and she's frowning." Dean said. Okay now I'm the one developing a headache. Sam let out an exasperated sigh. "You just thought I was a dick. And Cassidy wished I would shut up," Dean said. Sam and I both turned to him impressed. "The guy's good," Sam said.
We had received a call from Chuck and so we returned to his house. He paced feeling even more nervous than when we were here before and was holding papers in his hands. "So... You wrote another chapter?" Sam asked. "This was all so much easier before you were real," Chuck said. Well my live was easier before I found out monsters were real and you don't see me acting like an anxious mess. "We can take it; just spit it out," Dean told him. Chuck sighed and looked at Dean and me. "You two are especially not going to like this," Chuck said. I looked to Dean and frowned what did that mean. "I didn't like hell," Dean said with a biting tone. "It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam," Chuck told us. "What?" I asked. If there was a demon I hated more than Ruby it had to be Lilith. Because in truth she was the one who tipped the first domino starting Sam on his downward spiral and him being vulnerable enough to trust Ruby. "Coming to kill him?" Dean asked.
"When?" Sam asked. "Tonight," Chuck told us. I got a pensive look on my face extremely worried about this whole thing. "Great just what we need," I said. Sam noticing how upset I was grabbed me and pulled me toward him so he could hold me. "She's just gonna show up? Here?" Dean asked. If we were to be prepared we had to know everything. Chuck sat down and put on some glasses. "Uh…let's see. 'Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion.'" Chuck read. I cocked my head completely confused. Sam would never cheat on me especially not with Lilith. Maybe Chuck's visions weren't as spot on as we thought. "You're kidding me, right?" Sam asked laughing. "You think this is funny?" Dean asked. "You don't? I mean, come on. 'Fiery demonic passion'? Plus I have Cassidy why would I sleep with Lilith?" Sam asked in return. I could feel Sam's confidence while Dean wasn't completely sure after all the things his brother had kept from him.
"It's just a first draft," Chuck tried to defend. I stood there thinking for a minute and realized when Dean and Sam told me about Lilith. How would what Chuck said even be possible? "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Lilith is a little girl," Dean said giving voice to my own thoughts. "Yeah Chuck this makes no sense," I said. "No, uh, this time she's a comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana." Chuck told us. I shook my head finding this whole thing bonkers. "Chuck I think your visions are a little wacky. Sam would never be with Lilith." I told him. Sam smiled at me glad that I trusted him as much as I did. "Great. Perfect. So what happens after the... 'fiery demonic' whatever?" Dean asked. He was pissed thinking about his brother and Lilith together. I don't think he was thinking straight about this. "Dean, look, there's nothing to worry about. Lilith and me? In bed? I would never do that to her," Sam gestured to me. Dean began to calm down thinking maybe Sam was telling the truth. "How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?" Dean asked. Maybe if he explained it we would be able to figure out why he saw something so preposterous. "You mean my process?" Chuck asked slightly confused. I kind of felt sorry for him. Here he was thinking he was just having some great ideas for books when boom he finds out its all real; that's enough to drive some people insane.
"Yes, your 'process.'" Dean said. Chuck let out a heavy sigh saying, "Well, it usually starts with a headache. A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless, so... I drink. Until I fall asleep. The first time it happened, I thought it was just a crazy dream." Too bad it wasn't. "The first time you dreamt about us?" Dean asked. "It flowed. It just, it kept flowing. It still does. I-I can't stop it, really." Chuck explained. "That must be horrible," I said giving him a sympathetic smile. He nodded his head and gave me a smile in return. "You can't seriously believe…" Sam started. "No not while you have her, but it doesn't hurt to know everything," Dean said. I was grateful that Dean was giving Sam the benefit of the doubt. Dean stood up and Chuck handed him the manuscript. "Look, why don't we, we just..." Dean started before taking the manuscript. "…Take a look at these and see what's what," he finished before looking at Chuck saying, "You…" "...knew you were gonna ask for that. Yeah." Chuck told him.
Dean was driving down the road, Sam in the passenger seat, and me in the back like usual. Sam had the manuscript and was looking at it skeptically. "Dean come on," Sam said before he started reading aloud, "The minivan accident wasn't that bad, but Dean was still seeing stars. He scratched absently at the pink flower Band-Aids on his face." I chuckled at the visual. "So," Dean asked. "So, I've seen you gushing blood. You'd use duct tape and bar rags before you'd put on a pink flower Band-Aid. Even Cassidy wouldn't wear one," Sam said. "He's right I wouldn't," I said agreeing with Sam. "What's your point?" Dean asked. "My point is this – all of this – is totally implausible, it's nuts," Sam told him. More like bat-shit crazy, but I digress. "He's been right about everything so far. You think he's just gonna ground out at first now?" Dean asked. Sam let out a scoff as I said, "It's possible I guess." Dean gave me a pointed look through the mirror and I shrugged my shoulders. "Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and drove off, the plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow." Sam read.
I would give Chuck one thing he was very descriptive. "A tarp?" Dean asked. "Yeah. On the rear window. And you drive it like that," Sam said. I frowned, thinking of poor Baby hurt. "Well, he might be wrong about the details, but doesn't mean he's wrong about the end result," Dean said. That was possible I guess. Sam wouldn't sleep with Lilith, didn't mean she wouldn't be here. "So we're just gonna run?" Sam asked. As much as I hated running it seemed the smart thing to do. "Dude, we are a long way from ready for a face-to-face death match with Lilith," Dean said. I put my hand on Sam's shoulder making him look back at me, "He's right Sam. I don't want to risk losing you because we're ill-prepared," I said. Sam put his hand over mine and gave me a reassuring smile. It didn't reach his eyes though and I could feel he really wanted to fight Lilith.
There was a roadblock in front of us preventing us from leaving the town. A deputy approached us and leaned down to talk to Dean. "What seems to be the problem?" Dean asked. "Bridge is out ahead," the deputy said. Okay what does that mean? "We're just trying to get out of town," Dean said. The deputy shook his head saying, "Yeah, afraid not." Great, just great this is the last thing we needed; trapped in a place Lilith was going to be. "Is there a detour?" Dean asked. I decided not to get my hopes up. "Nope," deputy said. Now I felt he was purposely being unhelpful. "There's not a side road that takes us to the highway?" Dean tried again. "To get to the highway, you have to cross that river. To cross the river, you have to take that bridge," he explained. "How deep's the river?" Dean asked. I had a feeling it was too deep for the Impala to go through. "Sorry. Afraid you boys and girl are gonna have to spend the night in town," the deputy said before walking away.
We drove back into town and headed to a diner. Dean now had the manuscript while Sam and I read the menu. "Hey, this could be a good thing. I mean, if this is what puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we got to do is get off the path," Den said. "How do you mean?" Sam asked. "It's a blueprint of what not to do. I mean, if the pages say that we go left…" Dean started. "Then we go right," Sam finished. It made sense let's hope it worked. "Exactly. We get off-book. We never make it to the end. It's opposite day. It says that we, uh, we get into a fight. So, no fighting. No research for you and Cassidy." Dean said. So a day without reading I could do that, right? "No bacon cheeseburger for you two," Sam said. No reading or burgers this day is going to be awful. "Yeah, no problem. I'll just order something else," Dean said looking slightly put out.
The waitress approached our table. "Hi, uh, what's good?" Dean asked. "Well, if you like burgers, Oprah's girlfriend said we have the best bacon cheeseburgers in the country," the waitress said. I let out a groan at the unfairness of it all. Sam just laughed at our misery. "I'll just have the cobb salad, please." Sam told her. "I'll have what he's having," I grumbled. "I'll have the... veggie tofu burger. Thanks," Dean said. The waitress took our menus and left. "This whole thing's ridiculous," Sam said. "Lilith is ridiculous?" Dean asked confused. "The idea of me hooking up with her is," Sam told him. Dean looked at him like really is it now. "Right. Cause something like that can never happen," he said. I frowned and wanted to tell him off, but maintained my cool, no fighting. "Yeah, but now he has me. I'm all the woman he can handle," I said. Sam gave me a lustful look and whispered in my ear, "You know it babe." Dean made a face and mumbled gross.
"But seriously Dean, for the first time, we have warning that Lilith is close," Sam said looking at him. "So?" Dean asked. I really hoped Sam wasn't suggesting what I thought he was. "So... we've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming, we know where she's – this is an opportunity," Sam said. "Are you…" Dean started before calming himself. "It frustrates me when you say such reckless things," Dean said as calm as possible. "Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide than fight," Sam retorted. I went to say something, but the waitress approached giving us our food. "It's not hiding. It's being smart. It's picking your battles. This is a battle that we are not ready to fight," Dean said once she left. I looked to Sam hoping he would listen. "Please Sam I don't want to lose you," I said. Sam looked at me and saw just how worried I was and let out a sigh. Dean took a bite of his burger and his eyes grew wide with surprise. "Oh, my god. This is delicious. Tofu is amazing!" Dean exclaimed. The waitress came back looking flustered. "I am so sorry. I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake," she said taking the plate away. So much for going right instead of left.
Dean drove us to a very sleezy looking motel. "Dude, this place charges by the hour," Sam said. "Yeah, well, the book says Lilith finds you at the Red Motel. Hence, the uh, hooker inn. It's opposite day, remember?" Dean said. I frowned and mumbled under my breath. "What was that?" Dean asked. I gave him my best bitch face. "These people are going to think I'm your hooker," I said. Dean gave me a smirk and said, "Naw your to pretty and clean to be a hooker. More like a high paid escort." Sam and I both hit him causing him to groan in pain. It served him right. Once inside the room Dean dropped a bag on the bed and started pulling some small string-tied bags out. "What are you doing?" Sam asked as Dean placed them around the room.
"Couple of hex bags ought to Lilith-proof the room," Dean explained. "So, what? I'm supposed to just hole up here all night?" Sam asked. It certainly looked that way. "That's exactly what you're gonna do, okay? And no research. I don't care what you do – use the Magic Fingers or have wild sex with Cassidy." Dean said before taking Sam's and my laptop. "Oh, dude, come on." Sam said. "Just call it a little insurance," Dean said. I was really beginning to hate this place and Chuck for that matter. "What are you gonna do?" Sam asked as Dean walked toward the door. "Well, the pages say that I spend all day riding around in the Impala. So I'm gonna go park her. Behave yourself, would you? No homework. Have sex," Dean said leaving. I looked to Sam and shrugged.
I climbed into the shower hoping things turned out differently than Chuck had written. I knew Sam wouldn't sleep with Lilith, but if she showed up we weren't ready to take her on. I could lose someone else I love and I wasn't sure I could handle that anguish. I stayed in the shower longer than normal trying to wash away my worries. While drying off I caught what sounded like the end of a conversation. Chuck was feeling sympathetic while Sam seemed stressed and hopeful. "I'm sorry, Sam. I know it's a terrible burden – feeling that it all rests on your shoulders," Chuck said. I dropped the towel and slipped on my underwear and jeans. "Does it? All rest on my shoulders?" Sam asked. I picked up my shirt, but paused before putting it on wondering what Chuck would say. "That seems to be where the story's headed," he said. I felt my shoulders sag in defeat. It shouldn't be all on Sam or Dean. They didn't deserve that burden and I would help carry it as long as it was theirs to bare. "Am I strong enough to stop Lilith tonight?" Sam asked. "I don't know. I haven't seen that far yet," Chuck said.
I walked out of the bathroom just as Chuck left. Sam turned toward me and I knew he was worried. "How much of that did you hear?" he asked. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his chest. "Just enough to know you think this all falls on your shoulders. Well let me tell you something Sam Winchester. You are not alone. You have me and I will always have your back no matter what. Through thick and thin. Understand?" I told him. He smiled down at me and moved a piece of hair behind my ear. "Are we married now?" he asked trying to lighten the mood. "Ha! You won't land me that easy man! I know I'm quite the prize, after all, no need to start crying on me or anything," I joked back. The moment was ended when Dean stormed into the room. "Come on. We're getting out of here," he said. I looked at him concerned about how stressed and worried he was. "What? Where?" Sam asked. "Anywhere, okay? Out of this motel, out of this town. I don't care if we got to swim, we are getting out," Dean said before looking around. I then noticed the hex bags he had put around the room were gone.
What had Sam done with them while I was in the bathroom? "Dude, where are all the hex bags?" Dean asked. Sam looked at me slightly worried before looking at his brother. "I burned them," he replied. "SAM?!" I questioned while Dean said, "You what?" That explains the worried look. Sam knew I would be upset about him burning them; we weren't ready to face Lilith. "Look, if Lilith is coming, which is a big 'if'—" Sam started before Dean interrupted, "No, no, no. It's more than an "if." Chuck is not a psychic. He's a prophet." Wait he's what now? "What?" Sam asked. "Cas showed up, and apparently Chuck is writing the gospel of us," Dean explained. "Does that mean what I think it means?" I asked. Dean looked at me sympathetically and I felt myself anger. I didn't need sympathy or pity; Sam wouldn't have cheated. "Let's get the hell out of here," Dean said. I nodded in agreement and went to grab my bag when Sam said, "No." My steps faltered and I turned toward him a look of disdain on my face.
"Lilith is gonna slaughter you. You really want to put Cassidy through that?" Dean asked. I looked at Sam praying he changed his mind. "She's not going to slaughter me. I won't put Cassidy through anything," he replied. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. I was going to lose Sam and I hadn't even got the courage to tell him I loved him yet. I felt it would scare him away or he would think we were moving to fast. "So what? You think you can take her?" Dean asked. I just stood there quietly watching the exchange at a loss for words. "Only one way to find out, Dean, and I say bring her on," Sam said. "Sam…" Dean trailed off. "You think I'll do it, don't you? You think I'll go dark side," Sam replied. I could feel Dean's anger and disappointment. "Yes! Okay? Yes. The way you've been acting lately? The things you've been doing?" Dean said. Sam's head shot up startled. Did Dean find out what I had known? That Sam was talking to Ruby. "Oh, I know. How you ripped Alastair apart like it was nothing, like you were swatting a fly. Cas told me, okay?" Dean answered. It was then I found my voice. "What's he talking about? I knew you stopped Alastair from killing Dean, but not to that extent." I said.
"I didn't think it was relevant," Sam told me before turning to Dean. "What else did he tell you?" Sam asked. Not relevant? My anger began to build. "Nothing I don't already know. That you've been using your psychic crap, and you've been getting stronger. We just don't know why, and we don't know how," Dean replied. I still didn't say anything as my anger began to boil over. "It's not what you think," Sam tried to defend. "Then what is it, Sam? Cause I'm at a total loss," Dean said picking up his bag. "Are you coming or not?" he asked. When Sam told him no he forcibly dropped his bag on the chair and stormed out. "What the hell Sam? I thought you said no more secrets. Being able to rip apart a demon as strong as Alastair is a pretty big secret," My anger poured into my voice making Sam flinch at how raw and powerful it was. "I wasn't trying to keep it from you. I just wasn't sure how to tell you," Sam said. "I don't know how bout, babe you know how I've been working with Ruby even though you hate it. Well my powers have grown and I saved Dean by killing Alastair. Seems pretty simple to me," I said venomously. Sam tried to pull me toward him to calm me, but I held my hand up to stop him. "Look I love you Sam, but this…I don't know I got to think about this," I said walking out the door Dean had just stormed out of. In my anger it hadn't even registered that I told Sam I love him.
I sat outside on a bench thinking about the argument Sam and I just had. Was I truly mad because he hadn't told me or was it something else? He hadn't really kept a secret he said he had put a stop to Alastair; it was my fault for not asking what that meant. Honestly I was more worried than anything now that I thought about it. What if Sam did go dark side? What if his powers killed him? Where would that leave me? I thought about what I had said to him before storming out. "Holy shit. You told him you loved him you idiot," I said to myself. Before I could berate myself more about the slip up I heard the Impala pull in. Chuck was with Dean and I was confused. "Come on Cassidy I got a plan," Dean said. I got up and followed him toward the hotel room. "I am the prophet Chuck!" he yelled as we burst into the room. I then realized Lilith was in the room and it looked like Sam had tried to fight her. "You've got to be joking," she said standing up with the demon knife in hand. "Oh, this is no joke," Dean said as the room began to shake. A great white light shown in the room causing me to squint my eyes. "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?" Dean asked her. She left her vessel and the fight for now.
Dean drove down the road taking us out of town. "So a deal, huh?" Dean asked. It would seem that when I was outside thinking Lilith had showed up and offered a deal. "That's what she said," Sam replied. I was glad he had turned it down. "To call the whole thing off – angels, seals, Lucifer rising, the whole nine?" Dean inquired. "That was the gist of it," Sam said. Dean made a noise. "What?" Sam asked. "You didn't think once about taking it?" Dean asked. "You kidding me? Dude, you spent all day trying to talk me off the Lilith track. Plus I had something else on my mind," Sam answered. I then realized that what I said hadn't gone unnoticed. I cringed hating myself for blurting it out like I had. "Plus I could tell she was scared. She's running from something," Sam said. "Running from what?" I asked. "Don't know. But she was telling the truth about one thing," Sam said. "What's that?" Dean asked. "She's not gonna survive the apocalypse. I'll make sure of that," Sam explained.
Sam motioned for Dean to pull over and he did. He then looked at Sam and they seemed to have a conversation without saying anything. Dean got out and closed the door. Sam was feeling nervous as he turned to me. "Look what you said back there. You're right I should have explained. I just didn't think the details were important," he told me. "No Sam I shouldn't have got so mad. It's just I was worried about losing you," I replied. He leaned forward and gave me a small kiss. "Now that's out of the way. I just have one thing to say," Sam said. "What?" I asked confused and worried at the same time. "I love you too," he proclaimed. My heart melted at his words. He hadn't done any of the things I was worried about. I knew he had loved me, but admitting it out loud was another thing. I was glad things had turned out good in the end.