There had been a development...
Castiel's vessel couldn't handle being occupied by an Angel and the God knows how many millions of creatures that he'd absorbed from Purgatory.
Those creatures were called Leviathan - ruthless creatures God had created as soldiers before he banished them to Purgatory and created the Angels instead.
As far as anyone knew, they couldn't be killed... And we weren't talking 'Angels can't be killed'. They literally could not be killed.
Castiel was nowhere to be found, not that the Winchesters, Bobby or Elizabeth wanted to find him. He was, after all, a traitor to them.

In the meantime, hunting resumed as usual.
Or at least it did until Sam and Dean's trip to Las Vegas.
Dean had been enjoying himself in his usual way before he got a call from Sam.
When he got to his younger brother and found out what he had been doing, he couldn't quite believe it.
"Hey Dean, how's Sin City treating you?" Elizabeth answered her phone on the second ring.
"Vegas is... Uh... Yeah. Elizabeth, I have something to tell you, but first, I want you to promise my head can remain on my shoulders after this." Dean chuckled nervously.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, standing on the opposite side of Bobby's desk, where said Hunter was sat researching Leviathan.
"How drunk is Sam?" She sighed, unable to hide her smirk.
"Completely sober from what I can tell." Dean replied breathily.
"So... What's happened?" Elizabeth frowned.
"Um... Sam's... Sam's getting married..."
The Vampire went into some sort of catatonic state of shock, so much so that Bobby noticed, walked over and took the phone from her.
"Dean? It's me. What the Hell did you just say to her?" He said, waiting for the reply. "Excuse me? Who's that idgit marrying?"
"Remember that super fan of Chuck's? Becky?" Dean replied. "Well... Her."
"Balls... He knows he's got a pretty powerful sort-of-girlfriend here, right? That damn moron. The Hell is he thinking?"
"I know, I told him that, but he... Doesn't seem to care. Something's not right." Dean sighed. "Why'd you have to take over the call? Where's Elizabeth?"
"She's... I dunno. It's like she's in a trance. Just... Call me back with updates. Find out what happened to Sam." Bobby huffed, waving his hand in Elizabeth's eye line.

It was a good two minutes before Elizabeth even blinked, let alone said anything.
"Bobby..?" She eventually said.
"Thank God... You okay?" Bobby frowned.
"Have I been an idiot this whole time? Has Sam really felt nothing for me after I've given him everything?" She asked, her eyes beginning to water.
Bobby sighed. "No. I refuse to believe that. The way he's been with you is unlike anything I've seen or heard him like before. This has to be something supernatural. And I have a feeling Becky is at the bottom of this."
"Who's Becky?" Elizabeth scoffed.
"The girl he just got hitched to. The boys met her after this case they were on. This guy Chuck, he's been writing the boys' lives in the form of fiction – knew things he couldn't have known. Turns out, he's a Prophet writing a Gospel series. He's got his own fanbase led by Becky. She's always had a creepy thing for Sam, but he's never once returned the feelings." Bobby explained. "I'd better call Dean to tell him you're conscious again."
"You can do one better than that." Elizabeth scoffed, getting up and grabbing her car keys. "Tell him I'm on my way. I want a word with Becky."

Dean had called her back, telling the Vampire to meet him in Delaware; where Sam and Becky were to 'nest', as he put it.
Elizabeth met the older brother in a bar, seeing him sat at a table with his father's journal in hand.
"Hey." Elizabeth mumbled, flopping down on the chair opposite him.
"You okay, 'Liza?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Peachy." She said, nodding to the book. "What's John got to say?"
"A whole lot o' nothin'. I really got no clue where to even start here. What are you thinking? Witch spell? Magic fairy potion? A wish on a freakin' star?" Dean sighed, closing the journal.
"I haven't been thinking much else other than ways to drain that stupid little fangirl for every drop she's got." Elizabeth glared into a corner of the bar as she leaned back in the chair and folded her arms across her chest.
"Calm down there, Carrie. We don't need you going all psycho girlfriend on her. We just need to find out what she's done and put a stop to it." Dean chuckled.

The next day, Elizabeth woke up with her first headache in two centuries.
"Ow... Crap..." She groaned, rubbing her temples just as there was a knock on her hotel room door.
She stumbled out of her bed and threw open the door, seeing Dean with a gift in his hands.
He took one look at her, with wide eyes and his mouth agape.
"Oh... Wow." He stuttered. Seeing her in just a tank top and black lace briefs was something he could definitely get used to.
"Shut up." Elizabeth mumbled, continuing to rub her temples as she walked back into the room.
"What's up with you?" Dean asked, following her in and shutting the door behind him.
"I'm not overly sure. I have a headache." She sighed, plopping herself down on the bed.
"Vampires get headaches?" Dean frowned, sitting down at the small circular dining table.
"No." Elizabeth replied, reaching for her leather pants. "What's in the box?"
"A wedding gift. We're going to see bride of Sam today." The older brother smirked.
"Joy..." The Vampire mumbled, going to the mini fridge to grab a blood bag.

Sam opened the door of his new residence, being greeted by his brother and Elizabeth.
"Me being supportive." Dean held up the gift. "Congratulations to you and Mrs. Also, I thought I'd bring a familiar face."
"Thanks." Sam replied, completely dismissing Elizabeth's presence.
"It's a waffle iron. Non-stick." Dean looked awfully proud of himself. "Yeah, I dunno how to use it. Are we good?"
Sam shrugged.
"Good, 'Cause I'm sniffin' a case in this town." Dean continued, walking in like he owned the place – Elizabeth in tow. "Score is, guy wins Powerball, gets squished by a truck. Second guy went from the bench to the majors. Oh, and one week later, his face was the catcher's mitt."
"Our first thought was Crossroads Demon." A female voice came from another room. Elizabeth visibly tensed up. "But there's that ten year time frame on collecting souls."
The Winchesters and Elizabeth walked through the apartment into another room, where a short blonde woman stood with her hand on her hip.
"Then there's cursed object. Like a bad day at Black Rock. But we haven't been able to connect the vics yet." She continued. "Who's this?"
"Your worst friggin' nightmare." Elizabeth glared, balling her fists up at her sides.
"This is Elizabeth. She's Sam's-Uh... She's a Hunter." Dean side-eyed the Vampire. "You're working this case? Together?"
"Yeah." Sam chuckled, rolling up his flannel sleeves. "I know right? I mean, I guess all those Chuck Shurley books paid off."
"Alright, listen, Cokey. I don't know what kind of mojo you're workin', but believe me, I will find out." Dean growled.
"Dean, that's my wife you're talking to." Sam protested.
"You're not even acting like yourself, Sam."
"How am I not?" Sam sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You married Becky Rosen." Dean raised his voice, as though it should've been the most obvious thing in the world.
"What are you saying?" Becky asked. "I'm a Witch? Or maybe I'm a siren. Ever occurred to you that maybe we're just... I dunno, happy?"
Dean and Elizabeth scoffed simultaneously.
"Come on, Sam. Guy wins the lotto, guy wins the Bigs. Obviously people's dreams are coming true in this town. Don't you think that this is a little bit of a coincidence? Five minutes ago, you were head over heels for Elizabeth, and now you're doting over Becky like she's some Goddess?"
"What are you talking about? I feel nothing for Elizabeth." Sam frowned.
Dean instantly looked to the Vampire, who had tears in her eyes.
"Yeah, well... Back at you." She retorted, freely allowing her voice to crack in front of them. She glared daggers at Becky. "You'd best count every second you have, because once I've figured out what you've done to him, I'll rip out your windpipe and use it as a straw."
With that, she stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door so hard it came off its hinges.
"I don't think you realise how bad a move pissing her off is." Dean told Becky with a deep, warning tone. 
"I think it's time you left." Sam said, already walking towards him to see him out.
"Don't worry. I'm way ahead of you. Someone's gotta pick up the pieces of the broken heart you just crapped all over."

Dean walked back to the cars, speaking with Bobby on the phone. Elizabeth was sat in her Camaro with her head against the steering wheel.
"Why can't you do it?" Dean asked his father figure. "Ugh. Fine. What's his name?"
He got into the passenger seat of the Camaro and placed a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder as he hung up the phone.
"Hey." His voice instantly became soft and comforting. "You okay, Red?"
"Of course. I'm just great. Couldn't be better in fact." Elizabeth scoffed, lifting her head from the wheel. "What did Bobby have to say?"
"He's bringing in another Hunter. Don't ask me why. Some guy named Garth." Dean replied like saying the man's name was like a mouthful of salt.
"What, he didn't think we could handle this on our own?" The Vampire cocked a brow.
"He just doesn't think your motivations are going to particularly help the situation." The Winchester sighed. "I gotta say, I never took you for the jealous type."
"I'm not." She retorted. "Usually."

The pair went back to the bar they'd met up in and looked around for Bobby's contact. Apparently, he was good with mysterious deaths involving luck – whatever that meant.
But no one in the bar particularly screamed 'Hunter'.
"Hey. You Dean and Elizabeth?" A scrawny man-child behind them spoke up, slurping his milkshake. "I thought you'd be taller." He pointed to the Winchester.
Dean rolled his eyes, pulling out a chair for Elizabeth before sitting down, himself.
"I assume Bobby filled you in on the road." The brother cleared his throat.
"He told me two things." Garth replied. "One; he's tangling with a major league nest up in Oregon territory. Numero dos; he said you'd be all surly and premenstrual working with me – no offence, little lady. Hey man, sticks and stones." He held up his hands, leaning back in his seat before folding his arms across his chest.
Dean, once again, rolled his eyes, throwing a newspaper down on the table.
"Think I found a case." He grumbled, side-eyeing Elizabeth, who gave a humourless chuckle. "Check the headline."
"First thing's first." Garth stated, picking up the newspaper to flick through its pages. He began laughing at something he'd seen, causing another side-eye glance between Dean and Elizabeth. "Oh, Marmaduke. You crazy."
Dean sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The new trio sat in the lobby of an office building, waiting to be seen by the CEO of the company, when a familiar face came out from his office.
"Hey, is that your-"
"Yes." Dean grumbled, unapologetically cutting Garth off.
"Awkward..." The stranger sucked in a breath through gritted teeth.
Dean noticed Elizabeth glaring at his younger brother.
"'Liza." He attempted to grab her attention, to no avail. "Hey, 'Lizabeth. Snap out of it. Just focus on the case. Sam doesn't exist right now as far as you're concerned, okay?"
"Say that when he's not stood right in front of me." Elizabeth growled, balling her fists up as Becky came into view.
Dean sighed, walking over to the pair.
"Hi." He said to the girl, awkwardly. She simply stared daggers straight back at him, then walked off. "Okay... So."
"So." Sam repeated. "No point going in, guy's clean."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, positive." Sam nodded. "Becky grilled him like a pro. She's a real natural. What's with the scrawny guy?"
"Temp." Dean replied, simply.
Sam gave a civil nod before walking off, not even exchanging a glance with Elizabeth as he passed her.
"So that was a whole load of wasted time." Dean huffed, walking back over with his hands shoved into his pockets.
"What now?" Elizabeth asked.
"We go in anyway, obviously." Dean scoffed.

After investigating the shiny new CEO and coming up with a lead on his wife more than anything else, they made it a mission to go and find out what her story was.
"Mrs Burrows? Hi." Dean scrambled down the stairs after her.
"Can I help you?" The brunette, wearing an all-white pantsuit turned to face him.
"Yes, uh... We're doing a story on your husband's promotion – wanted to ask you a few questions." Dean smiled.
"I'm sorry. I can't today. If you schedule it with his girl..." She turned to walk away.
Elizabeth quickly grabbed her shoulder.
"Mrs Burrows, I'm sorry but we have a super tough deadline on this one. Everyone wants to read about the promotion of the century, am I right? It'll take just a few moments, I promise. We can get rid of these two - have a chat, just us girls." She grinned, putting on her best local accent.
Dean and Garth glanced at each other in mild shock. Even Dean hadn't been expecting that one. She clearly wanted this whole case done and forgotten.
"Well... Since you put it like that." Mrs Burrows gave a nervous chuckle, leading the Vampire to a nearby room.
"You two go to the lobby and get a coffee or something. I've got this." Elizabeth whispered as she walked past them, following the CEO's wife.

Unfortunately, the short but sweet interview had come up with nothing. Though, between vague answers and a generally nervous demeanour, Mrs Burrows was clearly hiding something.
"Where the Hell did the performance back there come from?" Dean asked as they made their way out of the building.
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth frowned, adjusting the collar on her black pantsuit.
"The stance, the persuasive attitude, the accent." Dean chuckled in mild disbelief. "I've never seen you like that before."
Elizabeth shrugged.
"Maybe I just can't wait to go back home and have all of this crap over and done wi-"
"Bring the damn car around. I am not walking five blocks in these heels." Mrs Burrows spoke to someone on the phone, knocking Elizabeth's train of thought.
With her superior hearing, she heard something above them snap. She looked up, Dean and Garth following her gaze.
Just as the light fixture fell the four stories to the bottom, Dean ran and dived, knocking Mrs Burrows out of the way with a fraction of a second to go before they both would've been crushed and skewered with broken glass.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked her, earning a shaken nod from the CEO's wife.
Elizabeth fixed gazed with a man on the third floor. He had a braid going over one shoulder and looked awfully out of place in the pristine building.
"How did you know?" Mrs Burrows asked.
"Because you're not the first. And my friend's a badass. Now come on." Dean replied, helping her to her feet.
"You wanna tell us what's up here?" Garth asked, approaching the two.
"I was having lunch with friends. This guy heard me bitching, the next thing I know, he's making me an offer." Mrs Burrows explained.
"An offer." Dean and Elizabeth repeated simultaneously.
"Craig's job for my soul." Mrs Burrows elaborated. "I know... Hilarious. I mean, what have I got to lose?"
"Well... There's your soul." Garth commented, turning to his new Hunter friends. "What kinda Demon deal is this? Timeline's whack."
"What are you talking about? Demon?" Mrs Burrows asked frantically.
"Let me back up here." Garth said. "You made a deal with a Demon in exchange for your everlasting. Except those are ten year contracts. Why's the bill coming due so fast?"
"I don't know. But I got a bad feeling about who's next. We gotta find Sam, pronto." Dean sighed.
"We don't have to..." Elizabeth shrugged, earning a look from the Hunters. "Well, it's only whoever made the deal who's getting their dues. So Sam'll be fine. Becky on the other hand..."
"We're not letting Becky die. No matter how much she's responsible for hurting you." Dean gave her a look.
"Fine..." Elizabeth grumbled, rolling her eyes as she walked off towards the exit.