A/N: I just wanted to thank those of you who read the latest chapter and have been so supportive of what I have done with it. That really keeps me motivated to finish this story. I've been real nervous about posting this, worried that it wasn't going to be up to the standard set in Supernatural Amnesia, but upon rereading it I think it's decent. I hope you'll like it. Let me know what you think. :) Thanks guys!

So far I have written 19 chapters. Not sure how long I'm going to make it. A lot of stuff happens in the next few chapters...kinda makes my head spin. But, hopefully you'll find it exciting and won't hate me too much for what I've done. Thanks again!

-Sara


Chapter 16

Play With Fire

Bobby bit into one of Stephanie's muffins and smiled.

"How are they?" She asked, holding her breath. There was nothing she wanted more in that moment – besides seeing her knights in shining armor – than to impress this man who the Winchesters idolized so much.

"Delicious." He said with a smile. "You know, my wife used to make muffins this good. You got a secret ingredient in here?"

Stephanie laughed, "Maybe."

"Tell an old drunk, will you?"

"I'd have to kill you and I doubt Dean and Sam would like that very much."

He just shrugged and pretty much devoured the rest of the muffin.

She smiled, thoroughly glad that he enjoyed it. "I made a double batch, but if we run out I can certainly make more."

"I'll have to make sure I send one of those idjits to the store to stock up on baking supplies when they get back." He grabbed another muffin from the tin, blew on it for about four seconds and dug into it.

Stephanie raised her eyes. Steam was pouring from those things…how was Bobby's mouth not burnt to a crisp? Before she had a chance to answer it, Bobby's phone went off.

He set his muffin down on the table and answered his phone, "Better be pretty damn important if you're interrupting my breakfast." Stephanie watched as the older man's face paled a bit, "Oh, uh…okay." Bobby caught Stephanie's eye and then looked away quickly, "Yeah, Sam, uh huh. The coast isn't clear. Yeah…do you need assistance?"

Stephanie's mouth opened to speak, something was going on, but she closed it back up after she caught the look on Bobby's face. It was clear that she wasn't going to get any information out of him in that minute.

When the man hung up the phone she looked at him with anticipation, "Bobby, what's going on?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"Oh yeah right." She said in annoyance.

"Well, we're making a trade. Dean's dropping Sam back off here and he's going to stay with you while I go with him on a hunt."

"They got rid of the werewolves that fast?" She asked in surprise.

"No, they need to go back after."

"After what?"

"Something came up that seems like it might be more urgent than the werewolf case."

"Like what?" Now she was worried. She was worried because it seemed like Bobby was keeping something from her and that whatever it was that they were doing was really freaking dangerous. Dean could get hurt…or worse.


Chuck grumbled as he walked into his friends' apartment. His head was down and he was feeling super dejected. How could the man he used to call his best friend be guilty of betraying him in two of the worst ways imaginable? How is that possible that he could do something like that? What kind of monster was Paul?

What Chuck saw when he looked up was something that he immediately knew he would see over and over again in his nightmares. There Tiffany was, standing across from Paul, who was strapped to a chair and very near dead. When Chuck was finally able to find his voice, he shouted, "Tiffany! What the hell are you doing? I'm mad at him, but I'm not THAT mad at him!"

When she looked over at him she had a horrible, evil smile on her face. "Chuck, Chuck, Chuck…could you really be that stupid? Did you really think that I was good and the Winchesters were bad? How fucked up is that?" Then she began to laugh.

Chuck looked at Paul then, "Paul, buddy, you okay? You still alive?"

"Not when I get through with him."

"Why? Why do you want to hurt him?"

Tiffany's eyes filled with black once again, "Because it's the right thing to do. Just like giving Stephanie those drugs was the right thing to do…just like traipsing all over the country with her was the right thing to do…just like keeping her from the only people in the whole world who could've stopped all of this was the right thing to do."

"Please! Tiffany, don't…"

Paul's weak voice was barely recognizable, "She hasn't been Tiffany for a while."

"Shit." Chuck said with a gasp, "How long?"

Tiffany cocked her head to the side, "Does it really matter how long?"

"Yes, it does…to me."

Then she smiled, "You want to know if you fucked a demon, don't you? Well, I think we have bigger fish to fry. Like, for starters, how are you going to save your friends here? I can't promise not to do anything to kill this pretty meat suit I'm wearing…and this one…he's pretty much as good as dead…"

"Please! I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

Chuck closed his eyes. He couldn't stand to look at Tiffany like that; it broke his heart, "Anything."

"There's only one thing you can possibly do to save your friends, and your wife…"

Chuck bristled. "What is it?"

She looked at him with a smile on her face, "This is going to be perfect!"

Chuck wanted to know what the hell she was talking about, but then he realized that he probably didn't because it was probably going to be the worst fucking thing he'd ever done in his life.


When Sam and Dean arrived Stephanie went out to greet them.

Dean walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, guiding her back into the house. "What are you doing outside? It's not safe."

She frowned, "Dean I can go outside for a couple minutes. Besides there are three hunters here…"

"Even so, you gotta promise me that you'll stay inside." Dean turned to his brother then, "You keep her inside too…no matter what she says or does."

"Sure." Sam said, unloading his pack from the car. "I know the drill, Dean."

Stephanie knew well enough to know that Sam and Dean were communicating about more than just her staying inside. There was something big going on, but for some reason they didn't want her to know.

Bobby stuck a bag in the back seat of the Impala and turned to Sam, "take care of my house. Don't make a mess."

"Couldn't possibly get messier than it already is." Sam said with an eye roll.

Stephanie smirked.

"And save me some damn muffins!" He smiled nicely at Stephanie and then got into the passenger seat of Dean's beloved car.

Dean pulled Stephanie into a hug, "You be careful." He kissed her, "Wish I could stay here with you."

"Why can't you and Sam switch places?" Stephanie asked curiously.

"Just can't." He tightened his grip on her, not wanting to let go. "I love you."

She smiled, "I love you too, Dean."

Sam was uncomfortable. "Okay, you should probably get going, Dean. And Steph, we need to get you inside." He took Stephanie's hand and pulled her inside the house, shutting the door behind them.

Stephanie frowned, "What the hell is going on? Why is everything so hush hush?"

Sam shook his head, "You know I've been instructed not to tell you about it."

She folded her arms over her chest, "I will make you crack Sam, you will give in to me!"

Sam raised his eyebrow, "What exactly did you have in mind?"

She just giggled.


"What do I need to do?" Chuck asked.

"It's just one word. One little word. You just have to say yes, Chuckie." She told him.

"What's the word?" Chuck asked, confused.

"The word is yes." She rolled her eyes in annoyance. Humans could be so dense sometimes.

"Okay, yes then." Chuck said, confused.

Tiffany sighed, "The rules state that you have to know what it is that you're saying yes to. Look, he's an angel and he needs to take over your body for a little while so that he can take care of a few things on earth that need some fixing. But, I promise you that your wife will be safe and so will your friends. He wouldn't hurt them."

"Who is it? Who's the angel?"

"Does that really matter right now? I'm giving you an opportunity to save the people that you love." She moved closer to him, looking up into his face, "This is a good deal…you should take it."

Chuck sighed. "Is this on the level? Are you for real right now? There isn't any fine print on this deal, right?"

"Would I lie to you?" She asked with a smile. "This is the real deal. When we make deals we have to keep them. I promise you that he will not hurt Tiffany, Paul or Stephanie. That's the best I can do for you right now." She put out her hand and twisted her wrist around and Paul writhed in pain, "We can keep talking and I can keep torturing until he dies or you can take the deal now…"

Chuck put his hand up, "Fine! Yes, I say yes!"

A huge grin spread out on her face, "Done!"

With that a blinding white light overcame the room and both Chuck and Paul were forced to close their eyes. The sound that accompanied that light was extremely ear-piercingly high pitched.


Sam popped the last bite of one of Stephanie's muffins into his mouth. "God, these are awesome. Will you marry me?"

She laughed.

He smiled back at her. "You know I'd never do that to my brother."

"How does that all work with you two anyway? I mean, you and I hit it off first and then…I…"

Sam shook his head, "It's a moot point at this point. Look, I'm not an idiot. I know you love him and he loves you. You love him in the kind of way you could never love me. It's okay; it's just the way it is. You and Dean…you connect differently than we do."

"I love you too Sam, with all my heart, you know that."

"Yeah, we're family. It's different. Not that I wouldn't totally hit that…"

She blushed, swatting his arm, "You're terrible."

"Yeah, I know. Whenever I act shitty I blame it on the demon blood in me and you know…that seems to cover anything and everything."

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, "You aren't defined by that little tiny bit of evil blood in you, Sam. You aren't evil, it's the blood, and it's not you. It's not a part of the person that you were born to be."

"That's not what Lucifer likes to tell me…"

She shook her head, "What Azazel did to you was bad, but you aren't bad, Sam. You were just a baby; you couldn't control what he did to you. You should just be thankful that you had a demon-blood-free big brother to look out for you and keep your ass out of trouble."

Sam smiled and nodded, "Sometimes I have to keep him out of trouble too."

"See…that's give and take. That's family right there. And, you and me…we're family, Sam. So, all that shit that went down last year…I'd like to put that all behind us and move on."

He searched out the depths of her eyes, "You still have nightmares about it?"

She sighed and looked down at her hands, willing up the courage to answer his question. "Yeah, I do. I'm prone to nightmares. That's why I used to take the sleeping pills… and that's probably why he liked to give me that stupid crazy-medicine."

"I'm so sorry about that, Steph, you have no idea."

"It's not your fault, Sam."

"I said yes. I didn't have to do that, I shouldn't have done that."

She shook her head, reaching over to squeeze his big hand in hers, "there isn't anything we can do to change what happened, Sam, all we can do is move on from it. I really feel like things are going to be okay now, okay Sam? I love you."

He sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I love you too, more than you'll ever know."

She swallowed hard. It was difficult. Sam was fucking sexy as all get out, and he was built like a house…he was huge…in every way imaginable. She wanted him more than she could express, but what she felt for Dean was so much more than lust and sex. She knew that what she had with Dean was real, but it didn't make rejecting Sam any easier to do.

Sam shook his head, trying to clear it. He smiled nervously, "We need to get down to the panic room."

"Please tell me what's going on."

The look in her eyes ripped him to shreds. "Paul texted us that something was wrong, so Dean and Bobby are headed there now."

"Oh." She shook her head, "What could it be?"

"We don't know for sure, but there seems to be a lot of demons there for some reason."

"Why didn't you go instead of Dean or Bobby? You're the best at dealing with those maggots."

Sam looked away, "They're afraid it has something to do with Lucifer."

Stephanie's throat went completely dry. "Lucifer." She ran her hand through her hair absently, "But, why are the demons in Oswego? I mean, Lucifer wants me, doesn't he? He must know I'm not there."

Sam sighed, "We don't think the demons were ever following you, not really."

Her eyes widened in surprise and she gasped, "It's Chuck isn't it?"

Sam looked at her sadly.

Stephanie jumped to her feet, "Oh God, why are demons after Chuck? And, what's more…what the hell does this all have to do with Lucifer?"