Lily got a phone call a couple of days later. Dean sounded tired and completely defeated.

"Crowley's going after everyone we've ever saved," Dean said. "He wants us to stop the trials."

Lily didn't have to ask if they made it in time to save whoever was in danger. She could hear the anger, guilt, and frustration in Dean's voice.

"Where are you two going next?"

"We're coming home. We have a plan, and we need to get the tablet. I'll explain when we get back."

"See you soon?"

"We're about five hours out."

When they got back to the bunker, Dean kissed Lily, then pulled out his cell phone and looked to Sam.

"You ready?"

Sam nodded, but Lily shook her head.

"I thought you were going to explain it to me. What are you ready for?"

"Lily," Dean said, "we have to move fast, or more people are gonna die. I'll explain after."

Dean dialed Crowley. He put it on speaker, mostly so Sam could listen in. The sound of Crowley's voice made Lily's stomach turn.

"You have less than one minute before a very dear, attractive, and slightly tipsy friend of yours snuffs it," Crowley's voice said through the phone.

Dean slammed his hand on the table. "Call it off, Crowley."

"Because?"

"Because it's over, you son-of-a-bitch. We want to deal."

"Thirty seconds," Crowley said.

"We stop the trials, and you stop the killing."

"I want the Demon Tablet," Crowley said. "The whole Demon Tablet."

"Fine," Dean said, "but then the Angel Tablet comes to us."

"On what grounds?"

"On the grounds that you're a douche bag and no douche bag should have that much power. Deal or not?"

"First, I need to hear two little words," Crowley said. "'I surrender.'"

Dean rolled his eyes, closed them, and took a deep breath. "I surrender. All right, you sadistic son-of-a-bitch?"

"Done. Your friend is safe, and relatively unharmed. So, you bring the tablet to-"

"No way. You go where we say."

"And where would that be?"

"Bobby's old junk yard."

"Now, boys... you wouldn't be thinking of trying any funny business, would you?"

"The house is gone, Crowley. All Bobby's stuff is gone. No devil's traps in the yard. Completely out in the open."

"Okay. Tomorrow, then. I'm sure you'll have some driving to do."

Dean rolled his eyes. "We'll be there."

When he disconnected the call, Lily's eyes were wide and her mouth hung slightly open.

"Seriously? You're giving him the tablet?"

"Of course not," Dean said. "We're going to bring the shackles from the dungeon with us. If they work like we think they do, Crowley won't be able to use his powers once they're slapped on him. Then we'll use him for the last trial."

"It's risky," Lily said.

"We can't let Crowley kill all those people."

"I know... I know."

Dean looked to Sam. "We have to get moving. You grab the tablet. I'll get the shackles."

Sam nodded and walked away. Lily grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him back to her. He took one look at the worry on her face and pulled her into a hug.

"We'll be careful," Dean said. "I promise. And if all this works, it'll be over. No more demons."

"I love you, Dean."

"I love you, too."

The hours passed slowly for Lily. She slept for two hours, on and off, as she lay in bed trying not to think of the suicide mission Sam and Dean were on. It wasn't that she didn't have faith in them, but she knew what Crowley was capable of. Far too well. She rubbed a spot on her arm where one scar hadn't quite faded. It was a permanent reminder of her time with Crowley, not that she needed a reminder.

After lunch the next day, she went back to bed, but still wouldn't sleep. A fact she was grateful for when she heard a ruckus in the bunker. She grabbed her gun and quickly, but carefully, made her way through the halls and rooms until she found Castiel holding Kevin up in a not-so-friendly manner. Dean stood close by. The air was thick with tension.

"Dean?"

He hung his head a moment before he turned to look at her.

"We can't stay," he said.

"What's going on?"

"I need the prophet to translate the Angel Tablet," Castiel said. "He's being less than cooperative."

"So you pick him up and threaten him? Is that what's happening?" Lily looked back to Dean. "Where's Sam?"

"With Crowly," Dean said.

"Alone?"

"I don't like it, either, but he told me to go with Cas."

"Why?"

"We're trying to seal the angels in Heaven," Castiel said, "the same way Sam is trying to close the demons in Hell."

"You can do that?"

"According to Metatron, yes," Castiel said.

"Take me to Sam," Lily said.

"No way." Dean's response was immediate.

"He needs someone there to help."

"Not you."

"Then who? You need Kevin here translating. I'm trained and-"

"Pregnant."

"Sam's drawing his own blood. What if he gets weak and just needs someone there? Take me to him."

Dean shook his head and bit his bottom lip. "I don't like it."

"But you know I'm right. Sam needs someone with him."

Dean turned to Castiel. "Can you safely zap her to Sam with the baby?"

"Yes, I can."

Dean took Lily's hand. "You know Crowley is there."

"I know."

"You really wanna do this to yourself?"

"I want to be there for Sam."

Dean nodded and kissed her forehead. "I want you to be there for Sam, too. Cas?"

Dean continued to look into Lily's eyes and hold her hand.

"Dean," Castiel said, "I'll need you to let go of her."

"Just for a little while," Dean said as he let go of her hand.

She closed her eyes as Castiel put his fingers to her forehead and she was suddenly in an old abandoned church. She swayed a moment with her eyes closed, slightly nauseous, but felt a large hand on her shoulder.

"How did you get here?"

She knew the voice was Sam's without looking.

"Castiel zapped me here."

"Does Dean know you're here?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Lily finally turned to face him and opened her eyes. "I didn't want you to be alone, Sam."

"Is that my Lily," Crowley asked.

He was tied to a chair, and Lily and Sam were a few paces behind him. His voice made her nausea worse, and she gripped Sam's arm.

"Lily," Sam whispered, "you don't have to be here."

"I'm fine."

"Lily, darling," Crowley said, "I've missed you, sweetheart."

"Shut up, Crowley," Sam said, practically growling.

"Now, Moose... don't be rude. Lily and I spent quite a wonderful few months together. Didn't we, love?"

Lily walked around so that she was standing in front of Crowley, and his eyes practically lit up.

"What's this? Winchester spawn?"

Lily instinctively put her hand to her stomach.

"Boy or girl," Crowley asked. Lily remained stoic, so Crowley continued. "I'll say... boy. Carry on that Winchester hunting tradition." His eyes ran over her entire body. "Then again," he said, "you're a hunter, born and raised... and you're all female, aren't you."

Lily looked up at Sam. "How long before the next dose?"

"About ten minutes."

"Can I stab him with the needle just for the hell of it?"

Crowley actually laughed. "Ahhhh, Lily. We could have been so good together, you and I. You've got it in you to torture. I know it."

"You don't know me. Nothing about me."

Sam grabbed Lily by the elbow and pulled her away. "Come on," he said. "There's a chair over here, a little out of the way."

"I'm fine, Sam."

Sam scoffed. "Yeah. You're fine. I'm fine. Dean's fine... We're all just fine."