Elizabeth slumped down in her chair in the diner they'd stopped at, sipping from her flask as the boys ate in silence. Dean was flicking though his phone and Sam was scanning over newspapers. She couldn't exactly describe herself as bored - that certainly wasn't the right word - but she wasn't feeling very entertained. As adorable as they looked with their frowns of concentration, it just wasn't enough.
There was a feeling though... Right behind her stomach. Something was coming, she could feel it. Something important.
"Cattle deaths a few towns over." Sam eventually spoke up. "Demon possibility or something."
"Oh good, something I can stab." Elizabeth sighed, sitting forward to lean her forearms on the table.
"Na, it says right there it's probably because of the drought." Dean replied, pointing over at the newspaper with his fork.
Elizabeth gave a half sigh, half groan as she lost her smile, slumping back down in her seat.
"So what are we doing here?" Sam asked.
"Uh, reason's right in your plate." The older brother replied as the younger folded up the newspaper to place on the edge of the table.
"What am I doing here?" Elizabeth huffed.
Dean frowned.
"Look, hot stuff, just because you don't eat doesn't mean we can go round skipping meals." He protested.
"You could be eating on the road whilst we go and find something we can actually use our skill sets on." Elizabeth mumbled into her flask before taking a sip.
Dean's text alert began to sound over and over again.
"Dude, you are blowing up. Who is that?" Sam asked, leaning over the table slightly.
"Process of elimination. The only person who texts him that isn't here. How's the boyfriend, Dean?" Elizabeth smirked.
"It's not Cas." Dean replied. "It's just, uh, you know, these alert thingies."
Elizabeth leaned over to Sam.
"Note how I didn't mention any names but he still knew who I was talking about." She smirked, earning a small chuckle from him.
"Okay, fine." Sam smiled. "Alerts for what?"
"You know, monster... Stuff." Dean said dismissively.
Sam and Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at each other.
"'Monster... Stuff.'" Elizabeth repeated, deadpan.
She gave another glance to Sam before using her Vampiric speed, snatching the phone from Dean's grasp to hand to the younger brother.
"Hey!" Dean protested. "Uh-uh. Give it back."
"What? Why?" Sam asked.
"If it's 'monster stuff' then three pairs of eyes are better than one, right?" Elizabeth smirked, leaning her head on Sam's bicep to look at the phone with him.
"Because privacy and... Stuff." Dean huffed.
"Oh, priva-" Sam cut himself off when he tapped on the phone screen, bringing up a dating page.
"Oh my God." Elizabeth gasped, her eyes widening as her open mouth turned up into a massive, amused grin.
"You're on a dating app?" Sam asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, and you know what? Don't knock it until you try it. We can't all just have hot Hunter chicks with a blood fetish come strutting through our door." Dean replied, gesturing to them with his beer.
"I don't strut, I saunter." Elizabeth retorted.
"Nice screen name, Dean." Sam grinned, tipping his head to lower his voice an octave or so. "Impala sixty-seven."
"Alright, give it back. Come on." Dean sighed, holding out his hand.
"Shaylene, huh?" Sam chuckled, clearing his throat. "Dean, there are like, a million messages here."
"Yeah, check out her pic." Dean smirked.
Sam clicked on her profile and recoiled.
"Oh, wow... Okay." He stuttered. "Um. Okay. She's hot."
Elizabeth looked back over, seeing a brunette in a royal blue skater dress.
"Oh, wow..." She scoffed, her jaw dropping. "Is she bi?"
"No." Dean frowned. "I don't think so. Back off, tiger, she's mine."
He shuffled in his seat, holding out his hand again.
"But..." Sam held up a finger.
"But?" Elizabeth's attention peaked.
She looked up, obviously having zoned out of the last two conversation pieces.
"You guys bringing in a third party or something?" Dean smirked.
"What? No." Sam scrunched up his nose. "And if we were we wouldn't be discussing it with you. Anyway... But, she seems, um... Kind of... Available. Like, too available." He began to read from the messages. "'Oh baby, whatever you want. I'm burning up just thinking about you.'" He sniggered.
"Oh, wow." Elizabeth laughed.
"They get raunchier." Dean smirked.
"Yeah, yeah. I see that. It's like a 'Penthouse' letter." Sam frowned, his amused look still sticking firmly to the corners of his mouth.
"Ooh, let me see." Elizabeth gasped, taking the phone from the younger brother. She scrolled through as the boys paid close attention to her facial expressions. After one particular message, she dropped the phone back in front of Sam, scrunching up her nose in disgust. "Big regrets. Massive. The last thing I wanted to know was how big little Dean was."
"Why did you even look then?" Sam chuckled.
"I was trying to keep my eye line on her side of the conversation, but then it slipped and ew." The Vampire shuddered.
"Is her being 'too available' bad?" Dean frowned.
"No, it's not bad, Dean. It's too good to be true." Sam shrugged.
Dean clearly took some level of offence.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Is it so hard to believe that an attractive, red-blooded, American female could be interested in someone like me?" He asked. "And besides, you can't judge me for my sexting habits. I've seen what you two text about when you're not together and it's disgusting."
"Yeah, it is." Elizabeth smirked.
"You realise there's no guarantee 'Shaylene' is even Shaylene." The younger brother air-quoted. "I mean, for all you know, it could be some... Canadian trucker named Bruce..." He trailed off as he looked over, seeing a brunette in a plum, low cut dress walking over.
She and Dean made eye contact and waved.
Dean looked back over, seeing the flabbergasted expression on his company's faces.
"That look like a Bruce to you?" He smirked.
"I want some." Elizabeth breathed, still staring at her.
Sam slapped her arm.
"We detoured eight hours so you could get laid?" He asked as Dean rose from his seat.
"Yeah. Yeah." Dean nodded, pulling out some cash to drop on the table. "You know what? Lunch is on me and don't wait up."
Sam slumped down in his chair and scoffed as his brother walked off.
"Unbelievable." He mumbled.
"You could get laid too, if it makes you feel better." Elizabeth smirked, leaning over the table towards him.
Sam's gaze trailed over her as he thought about it.
"Yeah, let's go." He breathed, grabbing her hand as he stood up.

The pair burst through the motel room door attached at the mouth. Elizabeth struggled with Sam's shirt buttons as they staggered towards the bed. Sam ran his hands up her sides, under her leather jacket, smoothing over her shoulders and arms as he took the jacket with him, dropping it to the floor.
Both their phones pinged their respective text alerts, making Elizabeth groan out in annoyance.
They parted, panting as they took out their phones.
"Why is Dean sending an SOS when he's supposed to be... Busy?" Elizabeth frowned.
"As much as I'd like to ignore him and continue this... We'd better go see what he wants..." Sam huffed, putting his phone back in his pocket to do up his shirt.

In Dean's room, they found him with Shaylene, sat on either side of the end of the bed.
"Well, this doesn't look like fun." Elizabeth commented.
"Apparently Demons have sex contracts now." Dean mumbled, half way through drawing a Demon trap on the ceiling.
The Vampire's brows raised.
"My boss will be by any minute." Shaylene told them, looking awfully embarrassed.
"Right... I see." Elizabeth chuckled in mild disbelief.
"Wrong. He's here." Sam announced, peeking through the sheer window covering.
The newcomers went to the bathroom to hide as the Demon walked in.
"How we doing?" He asked, closing the door behind him. "Everybody ready for a good time?" He pulled out a contract from the inside of his grey suit jacket. "Okay. John Hancock. Right here. Then we can get this party started."
Dean got up from the bed and turned to face him as Sam and Elizabeth came out from the bathroom, Angel blades in hand.
"Winchesters." The Demon mumbled.
Sam and Dean looked up, drawing the Demon's gaze in the direction of the trap.
"She told us everything." Dean said.
"Abduction, forced prostitution. It's pretty gnarly, even for a Demon." Sam shook his head.
"She's got her version, I've got mine." The Demon replied.
"Liar." Shaylene sneered.
"Let me guess - she came to you begging for you to pimp her out." The older brother all but rolled his eyes.
"Either way it's gunna suck for you." Elizabeth glared.
"Yeah, 'cause that Harvard degree was working out so well for her." The Demon countered.
"How many girls are there?" Dean demanded. "Hmm? How big is this?"
"Just me and Shay." The Demon replied.
"He's lying. There's a brothel, I heard him on the phone." Shaylene told them, turning to her boss. "They told me what you are - a Demon from Hell!"
"Beats trash from the street." The Demon scoffed.
"I don't think it does." Elizabeth shrugged.
"I'll be sure to pass that along to Crowley, blood whore." He smirked.
"Go for it. He knows how I think." The Vampire retorted.
The Demon had nothing to say to that, so went back to insulting the girl.
"Face it, Missy. Without me, you would've been dead of drugs or worse in a year." He said, turning back to the brothers. "Frankly, this little hoe should be thanking me."
Just as he got his last word out, Shaylene snatched the Angel blade from Dean and stabbed the Demon straight in the chest.
"Woah!" Dean went to protest, but it was too late.
The reddish gold lights flickered within the Demon's meat suit and, as soon as she pulled the blade out, he fell to the floor.
The older brother removed the blade from her grasp and released a huffed sigh.
"Okay. Well, that just happened."
"Yeah, and he was our best shot at the location of the brothel. Do you have any idea where it is?" Sam asked the girl.
No one noticed Elizabeth walk over to the body, going through his pockets until she found his phone.
"No, but I saw him give these out at the bars." Shaylene replied, picking out a cheap business card from his jacket pocket.
Elizabeth looked up from the phone, dropping it down on the Demon's chest as she walked over.
"Raul's Girls. 1482 Willis Drive." She read aloud, looking over Dean's shoulder.
"Off we go then." Dean sighed, slipping the card into his pocket.
"What did you study at Harvard?" The Vampire asked.
"Business and finance." Shaylene replied.
Elizabeth's eyebrows raised, looking to the boys as she reached into the pocket of her leather jacket.
"Well, then. You'd best go do something decent with that. Because you've just got yourself a second chance." She said, placing roughly ten thousand dollars into her hand.
The boys looked between each other in shock.
"Really?" Shaylene gasped, earning a bright smile and a nod from Elizabeth. "Thank you. Thank you so much!"
Shaylene hugged the Vampire's neck tightly before heading for the door.
"I won't let you down. Thank you." She grinned, making her exit.
Elizabeth chuckled, looking down at the floor before moving her gaze over to the Winchesters.
"What?" She shrugged.
"You just carry that sort of money around with you?" Dean cocked an eyebrow, his jaw slack.
"Yeah... I figured something exciting might happen and I might need the cash ready. Either that or I'll get pick-pocketed. In which case, the person doing the pick-pocketing needs that money way more than I do."
Sam scoffed, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
"That's a Hell of a reason to just carry that kinda money around. Also strangely noble." He chuckled.
"Come on, those poor girls aren't going to save themselves." Elizabeth sighed, walking towards the motel room door.

The brothel looked as though it had already been hit.
It was a dive and tacky as Hell, complete with a wooden interior that appeared to have not been re-vamped since the sixties.
On the floor were two men. Both had clearly been Demon meat suits, but one of them was in a puddle of black sludge.
"I can't believe someone got to kill this Raul tool before we could." Dean scoffed, walking in.
"Is that what I think it is?" Elizabeth frowned, walking over to the black puddle.
She knelt down beside it and dipped her finger in. She sniffed it, developing a deeper frown as she licked her fingertip.
She recoiled in disgust, wiping her tongue on her jacket sleeve.
"Ew. Yep. That's Demon, alright. Pure, liquefied Demon." She scrunched up her nose.
The boys watched in horror.
"That has gotta be the single grossest thing I have ever seen you do." Dean uttered.
"Yeah... You're washing your mouth out before I kiss you again." Sam added as the Vampire got back to her feet.
"That's fair." She shrugged, taking out her flask to cover the taste of Demon.
"You guys check IDs." Dean mumbled, walking over to the bar as the other two did as asked.
"Yep. This is Raul." Sam said.
"What, did he puke himself to death?" Dean asked, pouring himself a whiskey.
"Possibly..." Elizabeth replied.
"Okay, so... Something went down here, there was a standoff. One Demon smokes out and Raul... What can even kill a Demon like this?"
"Magic. I tasted magic mixed in with the... Goop." The Vampire nodded.
"Witch, confirmed." Sam scoffed, picking up a hex bag from under Raul's legs.
"A powerful one, at that." Elizabeth added.

"Here we go," Sam started, looking down at his laptop as the trio were on the road again. "Um, so it looks like in the eighteenth century, there were accounts of Demons killed by witchcraft. Apparently, they were vanquished by a spell called Defigere et Depurgare."
"To bind and purge." Elizabeth stated.
"Exactly." The younger brother nodded.
"You think that's the same kind of spell that took out Raul?" Dean asked.
"Sounds like it. But from what I can tell, that spell hasn't been used in over three hundred years. And it was only ever known by one person - the Witch who created it."
"That is?" Dean pressed.
"Rowena." Sam answered.
Elizabeth's eyes lit up in shock.
"What did you just say?"
"Rowena." Sam repeated, looking back at her with a frown.
"Oh my God..." Elizabeth breathed. "That's... The Witch Alexander was working with - the Witch who wiped my memories."
"You're kidding." Dean exclaimed. "The Witch we're tailing is the one who wiped Eden off the friggin' map?"
"It must be... I mean, the time fits." Sam shrugged.
"I might finally get my answers..." Elizabeth whispered.

Looking out for signs of witchcraft had become a main priority. And they didn't have to wait long.
The unusual death of a waiter at a high end restaurant, not far from where they were, gave them the tip off they needed.
Armed with their suits and FBI badges, they went to investigate.
"Middle of my shift, there's Marty - throwing down, clutching his head, stroking out right there on the floor." A waiter told them. "Sweating, turning red, like... Like..."
"Like his brains were boiling?" Dean asked, following the man around as he did his duties. "Was there anything else unusual?"
"More unusual than our head waiter dropping dead in front of me?" The man countered.
"Before that." Dean prompted.
"Well, I don't know. I mean, I thought getting two hookers in here was pretty damn unusual," The waiter scoffed as he laid a table. "But that was before Marty keeled over."
"Two hookers?" Dean frowned.
"Based on what they were wearing? Yeah."
"Were they with anyone? A woman with red hair, perhaps?" Elizabeth pressed.
"Yeah. How'd you know that?" The waiter frowned.
"Lucky guess." The Vampire chuckled hesitantly.
"Thank you for your time." Dean nodded, putting an arm out for Elizabeth to lead the exit.

Sam was sat outside at one of the restaurant's patio tables, just getting off the phone when the pair walked out.
"Hey." He greeted.
"So, it looks like our Witch was here with two new friends." Dean told him.
"Really?" Sam frowned, putting his phone in the left pocket of his suit jacket.
"Two girls from Raul's." Elizabeth nodded.
"What does she want with them?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Dean sighed. "What did you get from the Hunter network?"
"This guy Darrell's been working a case, a series of grisly hotel murders - one at the Kensington, one at the Waldorf in Cleveland - bodies stabbed, impaled on the ceiling." Sam replied.
"Sounds a little more homicidal maniac than witchy." The older brother commented.
"That's what Darrell thought too, until the autopsy came back. Actual cause of death -"
"Let me guess," Dean huffed. "Boiled brains."
"Yeah." Sam scoffed. "Same as our waiter."
"Well, I'll give this to the Witch - she's got deep pockets." Dean sighed.
"That tends to happen when you've been on Earth a few centuries." Elizabeth spoke up.
"Yeah..." Sam frowned in thought. "Let's get."
"Where we going?" Dean asked.
"Check out every five star hotel in the area." The younger brother replied.
"Ooh, yes." Elizabeth smirked, skipping up alongside him. "My area of expertise."