Becky didn't know how she was still holding the door closed. Sam was a big meaty guy -- if he wanted to he could break down the door and force his way in. Her heart was hammering, but she held still as he rapped his knuckles hard enough that he had to be bleeding.

"Becky, just open the door. Just let me in," he kept saying. "I just want to talk. Come on, Becky, I know you feel it too."

"I don't feel it!" she shouted, bracing her hands across the doorway. "I don't feel it, and neither do you, it's a love spell, please, Sam, just fight it!"

"But why should I?" His voice was high and plaintive, and Becky's heart twinged. "You liked me, Becky, I know you did, you said so! Now I like you back, so why can't we just be happy?"

"I liked you, Sam!" She sighed. "Not this crazy lovesick thing you're becoming. This isn't how you'd act, not if you really liked me!"

Tears were coming to her eyes. She was terrified. She'd read the lore on the spell, she knew what would happen if he came within touching distance of her. She'd dreamed of Sam Winchester ravishing her, sure, but not like that. "Please," she said. "If you love me, then just... just go away. Just leave me alone, let me try to find some way to undo this."

"I can't," he said, "I can't stand it, you're crying, let me hold you, I'll make you feel better."

Forgetting he couldn't see her, she shook her head silently, tears streaming down her cheeks. This wasn't what she wanted. This was the furthest thing in the world from what she wanted. "Please, God," she whispered, "someone help me."

And then it occurred to her.

"Please," she said again. "Castiel."