Dean kneeled on the ground, picking up the Horsemen's rings.
From nowhere, Castiel appeared next to him.
"Cas, you're alive?" Dean gasped.
"I'm better than that." Castiel told him.
The Angel reached down, touching Dean's forehead.
Within a second, all of Dean's injuries had disappeared.
The Winchester rose to his feet, frowning.
"Cas... Are you God?" He asked.
The Angel gave a small smile.
"That's a nice compliment, but no." He said. "Although, I do believe he brought me back. New and improved."
"Apparently you're not the only one." Elizabeth smiled from behind them.
"Great." Castiel rolled his eyes. "My father really does work in mysterious ways."
"Even more mysterious considering I'm still a Vampire. Clearly, you're the only one who thinks I'm an abomination." Elizabeth smirked.
"Yay..." Castiel mumbled, walking over to Bobby.
He touched his forehead, causing Bobby to gasp for air, lurching forward.

That night, Dean, Castiel and Elizabeth found themselves driving back to Bobby's in the Impala.
"What are you gunna do now?" Dean asked his Angel.
"Return to Heaven, I suppose." Castiel shrugged.
"Heaven?" Dean frowned.
"With Michael in the Cage, I'm sure it's total anarchy up there."
"Anarchy in Heaven. Sounds like a Sex Pistols song." Elizabeth uttered, earning a snigger from Dean.
"So... What, you're the new sheriff in town?" He asked.
Castiel gave a small smile.
"I like that. Yeah, I suppose I am."
Dean's brows raised as he looked down the long, empty road ahead of them.
"Wow. God gives you a brand new shiny set of wings and suddenly you're his bitch again." He commented.
"I don't know what God wants. I don't know if he'll even return. It's just... Seems like the right thing to do." Castiel sighed heavily, sinking down into his seat.
"Well, if you do see him, you tell him I'm coming for him next." Dean instructed.
The Angel looked over at his friend.
"You're angry."
"That's an understatement." Dean scoffed.
"He helped. Maybe even more than we realise." Castiel protested.
"That's easy for you to say!" Dean growled. "He brought you back. But what about Sam? What about me, huh? Where's my grand prize? All I got is my brother in a hole!"
"You got what you asked for, Dean. No paradise, no Hell. Just more of the same. I mean it, what would you rather have? Peace or freedom?" Castiel asked.
Before Dean could reply, the Angel disappeared.
Elizabeth crawled into the passenger seat from the back of the car.
"So are you going to answer that?" She wondered.
"Do I need to?" Dean looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

At Bobby's, Elizabeth watched as he and Dean said goodbye, knowing that this would be the last time for a while that they'd see each other.
Then, Dean approached the Vampire.
"I need you to do something for me." He said.
"Anything." Elizabeth nodded.
"I need you to look after Bobby."
"Don't let him catch you thinking he needs looking after." She smirked. "But sure, of course I will."
"Thank you. For everything." Dean smiled, pulling her in for a hug.
"You take care of yourself, Dean. The last thing I need is your dad's ghost on my arse for not doing what I promised." Elizabeth chuckled, hugging his middle.
"If that happens, you tell him his problem's with me." Dean smirked as they pulled away. "See you around, Elizabeth."
"See you around, Dean."

It was barely two days before something else came up.
Elizabeth was sat on the floor, cross-legged, flipping through the news channels when Bobby came in with some ingredients.
"What have you got there?" The Vampire asked, walking over to him and his desk. But then she saw what he had. "You're doing a summoning spell..."
"Someone's gotta work on getting' my soul back." Bobby replied.
"You know, I could just ask him." Elizabeth sighed, watching him put together the things needed for the ritual.
"I'm not taking any chances." The man replied, slicing into his hand to add the last ingredient.
"Been making merry, have we?" Crowley's voice came from the opposite side of the room.
"Bite me." Bobby sneered.
"If that's your thing." Crowley smirked, taking a few steps forward. "That swan dive of Sam's was a thing of beauty. Tens all the way round. Standing ovation from the Romanian judge. You should be proud, Bobby. As deaths go, it wasn't too shabby. Cheer up, mate, we just saved the sodding world together. Me? I've been celebrating."
"I'd hate to see what you call celebrating." Bobby retorted.
"Yes, you would." Crowley chuckled, turning to the Vampire. "Nice to see you without your coat. Really hides that stunning figure of yours."
Elizabeth looked down, eyeing her usual black corset, leather trouser and thigh high boot combination.
"If I'd have known you were coming, I would've put on my mustard turtleneck and striped pyjamas." She raised an eyebrow, making the Demon before her shiver in disgust. "Since I've got you, I don't suppose you know why the Devil looked at me like he knew me and then proceeded to call me 'Eden', do you?"
"Haven't the foggiest." Crowley shrugged.
"Drinks, anyone?" Bobby suggested, holding up a bottle of cheap whiskey.
Crowley practically recoiled in horror.
"No!" He spat, all but turning up his nose.
"Let me get this straight. We just 'saved the sodding world together', but now you're too good to drink with me." Bobby mocked the Demon's accent.
"Friendly reminder that Crowley and I share an accent. So that wasn't just offensive to him." Elizabeth playfully glared.
"Obviously. I doubt you have my brand." Crowley commented, playing with a half empty bottle of whiskey on top of the TV.
"What's your poison, your highness?" Bobby scowled.
Crowley sighed deeply. "Craig. Aged thirty years, at least. I've been drinking it since grade school."
Bobby took a swig of his drink.
"Well, I got old rotgut aged six days." He replied.
"Swill like that is gunna burn a hole in your soul - oops, sorry... My soul. But that's why you called. Our little deal." Crowley smiled fiendishly.
"Yeah, well. It's about time you held up your end and gave it back." Bobby said.
"Give it back?" Crowley looked almost genuinely confused.
"Our deal was, we ice Lucifer, you rip up the lease." Bobby growled.
Elizabeth had seen Crowley do this before. But she never thought he was dumb enough to do it again to someone close to her - especially in her presence.
"Oh." Crowley smirked. "You didn't read your contract."
"The Hell are you talkin' about, contract?" Bobby scoffed.
"Crowley, don't you dare." Elizabeth glared.
"Paragraph eighteen, subsection B, which is on your naughty bits. I only have to make 'best efforts' to give you back your soul." Crowley chuckled.
"You lying sack of-"
"Ten years." Crowley interrupted, walking towards the pair. "You come to daddy. Until then, I suggest you start drinking the good stuff."
"I figured you'd say that." Bobby huffed, walking over to the other side of the room. "So you can rot here until you change your mind."
"Why? 'Cause you asked nicely?" Crowley chortled.
"No." Bobby shook his head, turning off the main light. "'Cause I'm going Dateline on your ass."
Under Crowley's feet was a Devil's trap painted in UV paint. Elizabeth couldn't help but smirk.
"I really hope that's paint." Crowley sighed. "What am I going to do?"
Bobby went to walk away when Crowley released a sharp, ear-piercing whistle. What followed was a low, feral growl and a gust of disgusting smelling wind. But it wasn't wind at all.
"Doggie breath. Bracing isn't it?" Crowley smirked. "Ball's in your court, Robert. Ten years of living or ten years as Alpo."
Bobby remained still, but gave Elizabeth a glance and a small nod.
Elizabeth walked towards Crowley and scratched away some of the Devil's trap with the heel of her boot, knowing fighting Crowley when he had his own personal Hell Hound was only going to be a death sentence.
"This ain't over." Bobby sneered.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Crowley smiled, leaning into Elizabeth as she stood there with death in her stare. "Happy hunting, you two. Don't have too much fun without me."
"You're a dick, Crowley. You always were." Elizabeth spat.
"Now, now, my little Bat. There's no need for name calling. See you on the flip side." The Demon smiled, then vanished.

Elizabeth was in the basement doing research when she heard a crash on the floor above her.
She Vamp sped her way up the stairs to see Bobby clutching his desk, struggling to keep himself steady. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Bobby? What's wrong?" She asked, jogging over to his side to help steady him.
The man didn't say anything. He simply pointed a shaky finger towards the kitchen.
Elizabeth did a double take, she was so shocked.
"Hey, Elizabeth." Sam gave an awkward smile.
"Sam?!" The Vampire gasped. "How... How the Hell are you back?"
Sam shrugged. "No idea. Some cop found me on a street bench and woke me up, so made my way here. I thought one of you had done something."
Elizabeth frowned, slowly letting go of Bobby.
With her speed, she grabbed a flask of holy water from the desk and threw it over Sam.
Nothing.
She then sped past him to the kitchen, grabbing the salt from the counter top.
She threw that over him.
Still nothing.
"How the..." She trailed off.
"I have no clue how I'm back. But I'm not a Demon and Lucifer isn't inside me anymore." Sam told her, brushing off the water and salt from his clothes.
"Shut up." She breathed, walking over to him.
Elizabeth stood on the balls of her feet and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug as Sam's arms snaked their way around her waist.
"I'm glad you're back." She smiled.
"Yeah, me too." Sam replied.

It was only a few days after that when Elizabeth started suspecting something.
Something about Sam was off.
He was colder, less caring.
It was a hunt that confirmed her suspicions.
A Demon in Murfreesboro, Tennessee, had inhabited a ten year old girl.
Elizabeth had been adamant on capturing and exorcizing her. But the first chance he got, Sam snuck up behind her, took the Demon blade and slit her throat.
Elizabeth watched in horror as the girl fell to the floor, sparks flying out of her eyes, mouth and the slice in her neck.
"Sam!" Elizabeth cried. "That little girl was still in there. We could've saved her."
"It got the job done, didn't it?" Same retorted, wiping the blood on the girl's jacket.

"He's not right, Bobby." Elizabeth sighed into the phone later that evening in the motel.
Sam was in the shower, so Elizabeth took the opportunity to confide in her long-term friend.
"I've been thinkin' the same damn thing since he got out of the Cage." Bobby replied in the same breathy tone.
"I think... It's like his soul's still trapped down there. It's the only thing that makes any sense." Elizabeth replied, scratching a section of scalp just above her ear in frustration.
"I'd say you're probably right." Bobby agreed.
"What do we do?" Elizabeth asked.
"What can we do? I'd say until we figure something out, we just keep an eye on him."
"And by 'we', you mean 'me.'" Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
"Pretty much." Bobby retorted just as Sam exited the bathroom.
"Alright. I gotta go. Thanks Bobby." The Vampire huffed, turning away from the Winchester.
Elizabeth hung up the phone and turned back around, seeing Sam in just a pair of low hanging jeans.
Her lips parted at the sight, but she quickly shook her head to settle any thoughts.
"That Bobby?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. I just updated him on the situation. He's expecting us back tomorrow evening." Elizabeth replied, moving to grab a blood bag from the room's mini fridge.

Three weeks later, things weren't much better.
In fact, they only got weirder.
On a case on the hunt for a Vampire nest, Sam and Elizabeth discovered that Sam wasn't the only one brought back that day.
Armed with their machetes, they made their way into the nest.
But someone had already done their job for them.
Standing over their bodies were three men and a woman.
Sam instantly recognised one of the men; the oldest of the group.
"Samuel?" The Winchester frowned.
The bald man spun around.
"Do I know you, boy?" Samuel frowned.
"Wait... Samuel?" Elizabeth gasped.
As soon as the man and the Vampire made eye contact, both of their faces lit up in a mixture of confusion and shock.
"Elizabeth!" He exclaimed.
The pair ran at each other, embracing in a hug.
"You haven't aged a day!" He grinned, holding her head comfortingly.
"Yeah, Vampire, remember?" Elizabeth chuckled.
"Of course. The only monster I didn't kill on sight." Samuel smirked.
"None taken." Elizabeth scoffed.
"You two know each other then?" Sam cocked an eyebrow.
Samuel and Elizabeth parted, looking to the man.
"Yeah, we used to be hunting buddies back in the fifties before he met Deanna." The Vampire explained. "Samuel, this is your grandson, Sam Winchester."
Samuel looked entirely bewildered for the second time that evening.
He approached the Winchester, holding out his hand.
Sam took it and shook it, politely, releasing a breath of relief from the Vampire.
"Good to finally meet you, sir." He smiled.
"You too, son. I can't believe Mary actually had kids with that idiot Winchester boy." Samuel chuckled, making Sam shrug and smile.
"That idiot Winchester boy actually turned into one of the greatest Hunters I've ever known." Elizabeth stated.
Samuel looked back at her with mild shock.
"Did he now?" He smirked. "Son of a bitch finally grew a pair."
"God, you sound like Dean." Elizabeth shook her head, chuckling to herself. Samuel only looked at her with a confused frown. "Oh, that's your other grandson; Sam's older brother."

Life on the road with Sam, Samuel and the group Samuel came back with; Christian, Gwen and Mark (otherwise known as Sam and Dean's third cousins) was odd for Elizabeth. It had been at least a decade since she'd worked with a group and always tried not to make a habit out of it.
As the months went on, there had been several occasions where Sam had done something questionable, to say the least, and with every occasion came a thought; 'Is it finally time to bring Dean back to set Sam straight?'

If there was one thing about a soulless Sam Winchester, it was that he seemed to be devoid of any emotion... Except lust.
Elizabeth soon came to grips with getting separate rooms in the hotels and motels they stayed in after a few too many unsolicited viewings of his exploits.
Though, with superhuman hearing, it didn't do too much to shield her mind from painting an all-too vivid picture.
One night it was so bad, she'd walked in there and told her to leave.

"C'mon 'Liza, don't be such a buzzkill. If it bothers you so much, come and join us." Sam smirked, lazily putting an arm onto the strategically placed pillow over his groin, chuckling at the girl struggling to put her jeans back on a few feet from the bed.
"No thanks. My to-screw list doesn't include people without souls." Elizabeth retorted, folding her arms across her chest.
"So, what you're saying is... If I had my soul, you'd wanna..."
The Vampire used her speed to come at the Winchester, raising her whole arm to bitchslap him so hard he fell off the bed and came awfully close to exposing himself.
Elizabeth just glared at Sam as the woman gathered her things and brushed past the Vampire to leave, scurrying out like a scared cat.
"You're aware, Vampires don't really sleep. Right?" Elizabeth seethed. "So, that means I'm really bloody bored of hearing your body count rise every time we go on a new hunt."
Sam simply sat there on the floor, with some sort of twisted, mildly horny half smile on his face.
"So you're saying we could go all night if you wanted.?" He asked.
Elizabeth scoffed.
"You wish, Sam." She called back as she swiftly made her exit.
What particularly struck Elizabeth as interesting was his reaction - or lack thereof - to her calling him soulless. That alone was silent confirmation.