When Elizabeth and Sam pulled up outside of the building, a blindingly bright white light poured through every window, only lasting three or so seconds before dying out again.
"That can't be good." Elizabeth sighed.
"I'll go in first. I have a feeling Cas won't hesitate to kill you if you went in before me." Sam suggested.
"Sam, you're barely on your feet. You have God only knows what going on inside your head. You're not fit to fight." Elizabeth protested.
"I don't care. That's my brother in there." He replied.
"You're all my family too, Sam. Blood doesn't mean anything and you know it. I'm stronger than you on your best day. Let me go first." The Vampire huffed.
Sam cupped the side of her face in his hand and pulled her in for a hard, passion-fueled kiss.
"We go together." He mumbled against her mouth.

"You don't need this kinda juice anymore, Cas. Get rid of it before it kills us all." Dean's voice was heard down the corridor.
Sam and Elizabeth stood by the door to the morgue they were in, hiding behind its wall.
Elizabeth put her finger to her lips.
Sam nodded, slowly moving forward once he'd checked that Castiel was facing away from them.
He noticed an Angel blade on the floor, so shifted as silently as possible to go and grab it.
"You're just saying that because I won." Castiel said. "Because you're afraid. You're not my family, Dean. I have no family."
Sam lunged, stabbing Castiel straight through the back.
Elizabeth stood in the doorway with her hands over her mouth in shock.
Dean and Bobby didn't look much better.
Everyone watched the Angel in dangerous anticipation.
Castiel didn't move – didn't fall. He didn't do anything for a few moments.
But then, he reached behind him pulled the blade out of himself.
"I'm glad you made it, Sam. Even you, Elizabeth." He said, turning round to face them. "The Angel blade won't work. Because I'm not an Angel anymore - I'm your new God - a better one. So you will... Bow down and profess your love unto me; your lord. Or I shall destroy you."
"Well... Alright then." Bobby sighed, lowering himself to his knees. "Is this good? Or do you want the whole 'forehead to the carpet' thing?"
He ushered the other three to do the same, since they were just stood there frozen to the spot.
Dean was the first to go, then Sam. Elizabeth simply stood there, refusing to bow down to the Angel even if it meant her death.
The boys didn't even reach their knees when Castiel told them to stop.
They looked up at him, confused.
"What's the point if you don't mean it?" He asked. "You fear me. Not love, not respect, just fear."
Sam moved towards him with pleading eyes.
"Cas..."
"Sam, you have nothing to say to me, you've stabbed me in the back." Castiel interrupted before turning to Bobby. "Get up."
The older man did as told.
"Cas, come on... This is not you." Dean begged.
"The Castiel you knew is gone." The would-be God told him.
"So, what then? Kill us?" Dean argued.
"What a brave little ant you are." Castiel gave a small smile. "You know you're powerless, you wouldn't dare move against me again - that would be pointless. So I have no need to kill you. Not now. Besides, once you were my favourite pets, before you turned and bit me."
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
"I am God. And if you stay in your place, you may live in my kingdom. If you rise up, I will strike you down." Castiel replied, turning to the younger brother. "Not doing so well are you, Sam?"
Everyone's gaze turned on the Winchester, who looked as though he were about to vomit.
"Sam?" Elizabeth frowned, moving towards him.
She placed one hand on his forearm, the other on his diaphragm to steady him.
"I'm fine." He replied, clearing his throat before addressing the rest of the room. "I'm fine."
He rather clearly wasn't.
He weaved his fingers into Elizabeth's on his chest, giving her a small nod of reassurance.
"You said you'd fix him - you promised!" Dean growled to his former friend.
"If you stood down, which you hardly did." Castiel almost smirked. "Be thankful for my mercy. I could have cast you back into the pit."
"Cas , come on. This is nuts. You could turn this around, please!" Dean begged.
"I hope for your sake this is the last you see me." Castiel told him.
He then just... Disappeared.
Everyone looked around at each other, not really knowing what to say.
But then Elizabeth smelt blood.
She looked up at Sam as he buckled over slightly, his nose dripping warm, crimson liquid.
She repositioned herself to hold him up.
"Sam, are you okay?" Dean asked, walking over to him.
"He's done too much." Elizabeth sighed, turning back to the man in her grasp. "I told you this would be too much."
Sam's eyes shut tight. He pushed the Vampire away as he fell to his knees, cutting his hand on some broken glass on the floor.
Elizabeth took a step back, not trusting herself. The bloody nose was one thing, but this was a lot more. The connection she and Sam shared made his blood smell so much sweeter. It was almost irresistible.
"'Liza?" Bobby frowned.
"I, uh..." She breathed, still backing away. "I need to get out of here."
Bobby looked around quickly, spying the jar of dog's blood Castiel had used to trick Crowley with.
He grabbed it and handed it to her.
"It's not much, but juice yourself up. We can't have you vamping out."
Elizabeth nodded, taking it from him.
She gulped it down fast, gasping out for air by the end.
She slammed the jar down on a nearby table, grimacing at the taste.
"I think I'm okay." She panted, giving them a nod. "But we still need to get out of here."
She moved back over to Sam, putting his arm over her shoulders to help him out of the building.

Once again, Elizabeth found herself in Bobby's panic room, sat on the floor at Sam's bedside.
He'd been out for hours.
Elizabeth sighed, resting her forehead on the hand she held.
Bobby hadn't long left from a visit, dropping off a glass of blood for her and checking in on Sam.
"Hey." Sam's voice sounded.
Elizabeth lifted her head, seeing him give her a small smile.
"Hey. How are you feeling?" Elizabeth asked softly.
Sam shrugged.
"Little bit of a headache, but nothing too major."
Elizabeth nodded, shifting to a kneeling position.
"Is this all you do when I'm out of action?" He smirked.
"Your well-being is all I care about, Sam. If you were out of it for months or even years, I'd still be right here."
Sam's smile grew. He cupped her cheek and she instantly leaned into it.
"You're amazing, you know that?" He mumbled.
Elizabeth smiled back, turning her head to kiss his palm.

The TV was flooded with news reports of Castiel making himself known to the world. He'd been travelling all over the world killing 'false prophets' and those he simply deemed unworthy to preach the word of God.
"He's out of control." Elizabeth sighed, walking into the living area to hand Sam a glass of water and a sandwich. "We need to do something about this."
"What the Hell can we do?" Dean growled, glaring at the TV.

The days and weeks went by, countless news reports came in waves, each far different than the last.
Elizabeth walked out of Bobby's with a tray of drinks for the boys after yet another long day of fixing up the Impala.
"Put down your tools, boys. You're done for the day." She smiled, placing the tray down on the large red toolbox.
She handed the brothers their beers and Bobby his whiskey before taking a sip from her glass of blood.
"How's the research coming?" Dean asked.
"Funnily enough, no one seems to know how to kill an Angel, filled with millions of Purgatory souls, pretending to be a God." The Vampire sighed.
"So... It's not coming, then." Sam cocked an eyebrow.
"No. It's been a good century or so since I've hit a wall this hard. It's really bloody frustrating." Elizabeth rolled her eyes, taking another gulp of blood.
"We'll find something. We always do." Bobby shrugged.
Elizabeth squinted at him in curiosity.
"You're unusually optimistic today, Robert." She smirked.
"Yeah well, you're all being Debby freakin' Downers so I suppose someone's gotta be." He huffed.

Later that night, Elizabeth found herself sat at Bobby's small dining table doing more research. Sam had been helping her, but had fallen asleep.
She smiled as he stirred. Seeing him so peaceful was a pleasant change.
But of course, it couldn't last long.
He had gone from calm, slow breaths to staggered, harsh ones as he broke into a cold sweat.
She frowned, slipping off her chair to kneel beside him.
"Sam..." She whispered, placing a hand on his forearm.
He began to shake, mumbling 'no's and other inaudible nonsense.
And, as quick as it had started, Sam jolted up, gasping for breath. He looked around him and up at the ceiling frantically, rubbing his neck.
"Sam? Sam, stop. You're fine, it's me. It's just me." Elizabeth soothed, cupping his face in both hands to make him look at her.
His eyes were wide, he looked terrified. But eventually, his breathing calmed and he placed a hand over one of hers.
"I'm okay." He panted.
Elizabeth released his face, waving her hands to get him to pull his chair out.
He obeyed, allowing her to sit in his lap. She hugged his head to her chest, gently rocking back and forth as she stroked his hair. His arms instantly wrapped around her waist.
"You're alright. I'm here." She whispered. "You're safe."
"I'm sorry." He mumbled.
Elizabeth frowned.
"What on Earth have you got to be sorry for?" She asked.
"I'm a wreck. I'm trying to keep it together but... I keep seeing things." He sighed.
"Seeing things? What things?"
Sam hesitated, thinking about how he was going to word this.
"They're like... Flashbacks. But they're not. They bend to fit wherever I am. Like earlier, I was down in the basement and I turned around and it was like the whole place was on fire. There were chains and all sorts of bladed weapons and stuff hanging from the ceiling. I almost attacked Bobby. I know he knows I'm losing it." He explained.
"They just hallucinations, Sam. They can't hurt you. Not anymore." Elizabeth soothed.
"They feel so real, 'Liza..." He whimpered, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.
"I know... It's okay. Just focus on my voice." She replied. He nodded, closing his eyes and hugging her tighter. "I will always be here for you, as long as you need me. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
"Would you sing that Green Day song again?" He asked.
Elizabeth gave a small smile, even though he couldn't see it.
"Of course I will." She said.
And sing, she did. Not overly powerful, just soft and light. She made it sound like a lullaby and, sure enough, Sam slowly drifted off to sleep in her arms.

Weeks later, Elizabeth walked into Bobby's living area with a cup of coffee for a freshly rested Sam and a glass of blood for herself.
The brothers had been out on a hunt the day before and things had gone... Sideways.
Dean was wrapping a fresh bandage around Sam's cut hand when she handed the younger brother his mug.
"How're you doing?" Dean asked him. "And do not say okay."
"I'm not okay." Sam shrugged, wincing at Dean not being entirely gentle with his first aid skills.
"You think?" The older brother cocked a brow.
"Hey, go a little easy." Bobby warned.
"There's nothing easy about it, Bobby, okay. We acted like he had everything under control." Dean retorted. "Elizabeth didn't exactly help."
"Excuse you; I was only respecting Sam's wishes." The Vampire frowned.
"Yeah, and look where that got us." The older brother snapped.
"Dean, stop it. It's not Elizabeth's fault. I thought I could handle it. I was in the wrong. Not her. So leave her alone." Sam warned. "I get it. I'm sorry. But it's not exactly like I wanted to crack up."
"What the Hell happened back there?" Dean asked.
"Well, it's not just flashbacks anymore." Sam sighed.
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth frowned, taking a sip from her glass.
"It's more like... Seeing through the cracks." Sam replied.
"What does that mean?" Dean frowned.
"It means I'm having a difficult time figuring out what's real." The younger brother huffed, leaning back in his spot on Bobby's couch.
"Hallucinations." Dean confirmed.
"For starters." Sam shrugged.
"Well for starters, if you're tripping Hell's Bells, why would you hide that?" Dean growled.
"I wasn't hiding it, Dean." Sam sighed heavily. "I... I was just not talking about it. I mean, it seemed like you three had enough going on as it was. Look, I just figured, try to hold onto the safety bar and ride it out, you know? But it's getting more specific."
"As in specifically what?" Dean asked.
"As in Lucifer decides to pop up out of the blue to pansy around being irritating, whispering all sorts of crap." Sam told him.
As he further explained, Dean got up from his seat and went over to the nearest bottle of whiskey, pouring one for himself and one for Bobby.
"What the Hell, Sam?" He huffed.
"I told you." Sam shrugged.
"This is getting worse and worse. There has to be something we can do." Elizabeth sighed. She was sat on the floor in front of Sam with her back resting against his shins, the look of deep thought painted on her face. "I don't think this is a supernatural thing, to be honest. It sounds like textbook PTSD. Maybe we need to start looking at more mundane solutions, rather than trying to find an answer in Bobby's library."
"Like a shrink? You've gotta be kidding me." Dean huffed, downing his whiskey in one before pouring himself another.
"Oh yeah, because sitting here watching you drink away your brother's problems is absolutely going to help." Elizabeth retorted. "I don't see you coming up with any better ideas."
Dean glared down at her, taking a sip from his fresh glass of the amber liquid before addressing his brother again.
"Why would the Devil holodeck you a whole new life when he could just kick your ass all over the Cage?" He asked.
"'Cause, as he puts it; 'you can't torture someone who has nothing left for you to take away.'" Sam replied, glancing over at seemingly nothing in a corner of the room.
"Okay, fine. But this Malibu dream mansion that he makes for you to take away is this post-apocalyptic mess?" Dean frowned, sitting back down on the couch by his sibling. Sam said nothing; he just continued to stare at the corner of the room. "Wait. Are you seeing him right now?"
Sam nodded, looking briefly down at Elizabeth before turning his gaze to the floor.
"Sam..." Elizabeth whispered, placing a hand on his knee. "He's not real. Nothing he says is real."
"He says the same thing about you." Sam replied, solemnly.
"I'm going back to work..." Bobby sighed, turning to head for the basement.