“I always travel in style,” said Dean parking his car outside the motel in Arkansas.

“Oh! Please, you call this style!? A 1967 Chevy Impala. It’s an old style, just like you.” said Lilith while rolling her eyes.

Only the Lord knows how long these two are going to bite off each other’s heads off. The motel was fully booked, only a one room with a double bed was available.

“What are we going to do?” Asked Sam.

“I know what we are going to do. Dean is going to sleep on the couch. Me and you are going to share a bed,” said Lilith, giving Dean that annoying smirk.

“Sweetheart you are absolutely out of your mind. You are the guest, so you will sleep on the floor or in the car. But no! I do not want you near my baby,” said Dean.

“You guys need to put your differences aside. You need to get along. So, I came up with a perfect solution,” said Sam

They both asked. “What is it?” They looked at each other and gave each other an evil eye.

“You guys need to bond. So you guys will share a bed, since I will be doing more research on how to bring down Abaddon.”

Dean opened the fridge and he took out a beer. “I am going to need a cold beer.”

“Oh my! What have I done to share a bed with the snoring monster?” said Lilith.

The next morning they woke up with no trace of Sam.

“Sweet! He left me with this,” said Dean.

She laughed, “Continue please. I know I am hot as hell and you want me.” She helped him put on his flannel shirt as she buttoned it slowly and seductively.

“My family motto says ‘saving people, hunting things’ – the family business.”

“I do not remember it saying: working with things.”

“You are nothing but a destroyer of children and a seducer of men.”

“If you think your spell is working on me, then you are a delusional, cold and psychotic bitch,” he said.

They looked at each other’s eyes and lips. She leaned in, close to him and they gently kissed. She ran her fingers through his flannel shirt. Things were about to heat up when Lilith’s ex-fiancé, Tom interrupted. Tom used to be a good human being but now he was possessed by demons.

“You’re smooching my soon to be bride. A warning, this one is a slut. You better run lover boy,” Tom said.

“It’s not her fault that she is hot as hell,” said Dean.

“Oh well, you can have her. Tom does not exist no more. I am just a messenger. Abaddon has your precious Sam. She wants your bitch in exchange for your brother, if you claim to be a good big brother. You are going to deliver Lilith’s head to Abaddon. You have 48 hours to make up your mind Winchester,” he smirked.

They held demon Tom hostage. They had tied him to a chair, with chains to not escape.

“You can tie me with chains but tick tock. You don’t have a solid plan. Abaddon means business,” he said.

“Shut up!” they both said.

Dean was pacing up and down, fidgeting his fingers.

“I am turning myself in. Sam does not have to die for me. Just look at me. I am the same demon that was out to ruin you. I absolutely mean nothing to you.” She said.

He replied, “You are right. I have to choose between the two of you and I choose my brother.”

He saw tears strolling down her cheeks. “I guess this is goodbye. Goodbye Dean and I… never mind,” she said as she walked out of the door.

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