"Alright, damn it. We earned this." Dean grumbled as Sam placed the box down on 'Bobby's' desk.
"Did you though?" Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow as she walked over. "Think I've seen better acting on kids faking sick so they can skip school."
"We're not actors, we're Hunters." Sam argued.
"You're damn right you are, Sam. So act like it." The Vampire smirked.

They prepared the ingredients and Dean drew the symbol on the window.
"That's it?" Sam asked.
"That's it, Toto." Dean replied.
"Let's do this, then." Elizabeth sighed, situating herself a few feet away from the window to get a run up.
The three ran at the window, crashing through it, landing hard on the floor.
"Oh, that one hurt." Dean groaned.
"Did it work?" Sam asked, looking around, sighing heavily when nothing had changed.
Elizabeth looked up, seeing the look on the crew's faces.
"This is... Just a bonding exercise. Gotta get those boys in tip-top acting shape." She gave an awkward smile before scrambling to her feet.

"Maybe we did it wrong." Sam sighed as they entered Jensen's trailer.
"No. No, that spell was perfect. It should've worked." Dean said, as everyone sat down.
"What if it can't?" Sam asked. "Look, I was up all night, looking online. There's no sign that anything like the apocalypse happened here. Ever. And, as far as I can tell, monsters, Ghosts, Demons, they're all pretend."
"So nobody's hunting them?" Dean almost looked disgusted.
"No Hunters." Sam shook his head. "Maybe that's why our spell didn't work, Dean. You know, maybe here, there's no supernatural, no magic."
"No Demons, no Hell, no Heaven, no God?" The older brother scoffed.
"Something like..." Sam shrugged. "Even better, no Angels."
"Damn I'm hungry..." Elizabeth whined, slumping down in one of the chairs.
"Go look in Jensen's mini-fridge then." Dean muttered.
Elizabeth looked up at him through her lashes.
"Not that kind of hungry." She stated. "I haven't fed since we've been here."
The brothers looked between each other, the older shrugging.
Sam sighed, moving over to the kitchenette to grab a clear plastic cup and a knife.
Elizabeth frowned, sitting up in her chair.
"The Hell are you doing?" She asked.
"We can't have you going all fangs on the crew members." Sam stated.
"Or us." Dean added.
"I was just gunna suggest we go to a hospital or blood bank or something..." She mumbled.
The Vampire watched as Sam sliced through his hand with a wince, squeezing his fist shut over the cup. The red liquid dripped generously into it, making Elizabeth salivate.
Sam pushed it over in her direction once it was half full. She instantly grabbed it and began to sip at it, releasing a sigh of relief as the warm, fresh blood coated her throat.
"Thank you..." She breathed.
"That came at a cost for information, Vampy Pants." Dean warned. "You've been here before. What's the deal?"
Elizabeth shrugged.
"As far as I know, there is magic here, just not the kind we're used to." She said, earning a look from the boys to elaborate. "Here, you're born with magic. You can only use it if you come from a Coven bloodline. There are also Vampires and Werewolves, who can easily blend in - it's why I can eat and drink normally here. Most of them are okay and few people know about them, so there's never been much of a reason to hunt them. Oh, and there are definitely Angels and Demons. This world's Lucifer lives in LA and runs a nightclub. I googled it when we first got here, which is how I was able to tell that this was the universe I'd been to before."
"Lucifer runs a nightclub?" Dean scoffed.
Elizabeth nodded, taking another sip of blood.
"Yep. He's actually not so bad. Unlike our universe one, this one has never once killed a Human, in fact, his whole thing is that he punishes evil, so the fact that people think he's evil is ridiculous. He's wildly egotistical and flirts with anything that breathes, but other than that, he's actually quite nice." She shrugged.
"Okay... So you're born with magic, monsters are manageable and the Devil ain't so bad." Dean repeated. "What the Hell is up with this universe?"

"Okay, maybe we can't get out of, ya know, Earth number two, right now, but the least we can do is get the Hell outta the Canadian part of it." Dean mumbled as they walked through the set. "If I hear one more conversation about hockey, I'm gunna puke."
They were about to lose their way, until Elizabeth sighed, rolled her eyes and made a left turn.
"No, Dean. Look, I really think that we should follow Elizabeth on this one." Sam said as he watched his brother go straight on. "Dean!"
Someone unexpected had turned up...
"You think you can run?" Virgil appeared in front of the older sibling.
Elizabeth back tracked, seeing what all the fuss was about. When she saw the Angel, she gasped.
He went to smite Dean, but nothing happened.
The Vampire chuckled.
"Sorry dude. Mojo-free zone." Dean smirked, punching him square in the face.
"No magic in the house. Not your kind, at least." Sam continued as the trio stalked the Angel.
"Which makes you nothing but a dick." Dean concluded.
He went to punch the Angel, but Virgil got there first, jabbing him straight in the stomach. Sam went in, but missed. He may have been no Angel, but he still knew how to fight.
"Do you guys need me to step in now, or have you got this like you had your way around this place?" Elizabeth asked, leaning against a nearby wall.
Sam grabbed Virgil's arms, holding him back as Dean repeatedly punched him in the face.
"Elizabeth!" The younger brother growled, struggling to hold the Angel down.
The Vampire sighed, rolling her eyes as she nudged herself off the wall. She replaced Sam holding Virgil back, using all of her Vampiric strength to ensure he wasn't going anywhere.
A group of crew members suddenly stepped in, trying to pull the four apart.
"No, stop! You don't understand!" Sam shouted, being grabbed at the shoulders.
"You are dead, Virgil! You are dead!" Dean bellowed. "I'll break your friggin' neck!"
Elizabeth shoved the crew members off her, just missing the Angel as he slipped off to who-knew-where.
"Damn it!" She screamed, punching a wall.

"Virgil broke through, maybe he's got a way to get back." Dean suggested, walking away from the main sets.
"Yeah, or he has no juice here and now he's stuck like us." Sam huffed.
"Either way, I wanna finish kicking his ass." The older brother growled, turning to Elizabeth. "Why the Hell didn't you go after him?"
"Because I had, like, four guys on me blocking my view of where he went. Plus, I couldn't exactly Vamp run after him - I would've exposed myself in front of the whole crew. Try explaining to a bunch of clueless Humans how a girl can be impossibly fast. It was bad enough that I used my strength to get them off me." She replied. "I'll find him again. Don't worry."

It didn't take long.
The sun had long since set and the boys were heading back to Jensen's trailer when something caught her eye.
Misha was finishing up for the day and was on his phone in his Prius when someone came out from behind him and held a knife to his throat.
"Guys..." She gasped, motioning to the car.
"Fake Cas drives a Prius?" Dean grimaced.
"No, moron." Elizabeth sighed. "Virgil's in the back seat. He just threatened Misha." The actor began to drive off, looking like he was about to crap his pants, if he hadn't done already. "I'm gunna go after them."
Without waiting for a response, she broke into her enhanced run after the car.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Misha whimpered as Virgil dragged him out of the car in a dank, dingy alleyway, putting the knife to his throat again. "Easy, easy! Please..."
"How do you do it?" Virgil asked. "Live in this grubby, shabby desert? Nothing greater than yourselves. Nothing but dirt when you die."
"What?!" Misha cried, groaning as Virgil threw him against a brick wall.
"No power, no magic." The Angel continued.
"I'm so... I'm not following you at all." The actor whined.
"There's no magic in your universe." Virgil ignored his pleas.
"I'm sorry!" Misha cried. "Please!"
"Nothing but a bag of strings and pullies. You should thank me for what I'm about to do." Virgil sighed.
"Why? What are you about to do?" Misha whimpered.
"Absolutely freakin' nothing." Elizabeth growled from behind the Angel.
She grabbed the collar of his suit jacket and threw him backwards, his whole body slamming into the adjacent wall.
"Filthy, pathetic blood-sucker." Virgil hissed.
"Yes, I am." Elizabeth sneered. "Misha, go home. I'll check on you later."
The actor needed no telling twice. He scrambled to his car, fumbling desperately with the keys before getting in, starting the engine and wheel-spinning out of the alley.
"I wonder if leech blood will work for my call." Virgil grinned maliciously. "I suppose there's only one way to find out."
Elizabeth smirked, making a 'come hither' motion with her fingers, bracing herself for what was to come.
Virgil launched himself at her, knife first.
The Vampire shoved the knife out of her way, landing an enhanced punch to his stomach, making the Angel lurch forward.
She grabbed the knife from him, throwing it to the floor, taking advantage of his hunched over position to spin him around and wrap her arm around his neck from behind.
"How powerful do you feel here, Virgil? Huh?" She hissed. "What do you think would happen if I snapped your neck right here, right now?"
Something off in the distance dragged her attention away, it was a homeless man who had seen the whole thing. The distraction was enough. Virgil propelled Elizabeth over his shoulder, making her land heavily on the concrete with a grunt. He took his chance, grabbed his blade and plunged it straight into Elizabeth's abdomen.
She cried out in agony as the Angel collected some of her blood, beginning to pray to Raphael.

"Jensen! Jensen!" Misha's voice came from the other side of the trailer door.
The boys looked to each other in confusion.
"Yeah?" Dean called out.
Misha opened the trailer door and ran up the stairs, the look of sheer terror in his eyes.
"Your colleague councillor! I was being kidnapped by this guy and she just appeared out of nowhere and told me to go, I think she might need help! Should we call the cops?" He frantically explained.
The boys' look of confusion turned to shock as they quickly rose from their seats and led Misha out of the trailer.
"Show us where." Sam instructed.

"God, I need more blood... I'm not healing properly. This damn universe has me all messed up." Elizabeth groaned, leaning her back on the alley wall as she clutched her stomach.
"He could've killed you!" Dean growled.
"He was going to kill Misha!" Elizabeth argued.
"Well, rather him than you." The older brother protested.
"I'm right here..." Misha grumbled from a few feet away.
Sam waved a dismissive hand in his direction.
"What happened?" He asked.
"He stabbed me to get my blood, then he prayed to Raphael." Elizabeth explained.
"Do you remember what he said?" Dean asked.
"He was just asking for a way back. But that's not the important bit." Elizabeth groaned as she applied more pressure to her wound. "The important bit is that Raphael replied. He said 'for Virgil to return tomorrow at the place where he crossed over, at the time of the crossing. Raphael would reach through the window and take him and the key home.'"
"That sounds like it might be our way out." Dean said.
"Dean, if Virgil gets back with that key, Cas is dead and our world is toast." Sam pointed out.
"Well, maybe we can stop him and steal his ride." The older brother shrugged. "I mean, how bad can an Angel with no wings be?"
"Exhibit A." Elizabeth mumbled, motioning to her bleeding abdomen.
"I'm sure you've had worse." Dean squinted. "Come on, let's get you some go juice."
He wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her into Misha's car.
"Does she need a hospital?" Misha asked.
"No, it's fine. Just take us back to the studio." Elizabeth winced. "Sorry if I bleed on your seats."
"I really don't think that matters after you saved my life." Misha chuckled, pulling out of the alleyway.

"You know that if we don't drop Virgil, get the key, then this might be it." Dean said as he wrapped his bleeding hand in a rag, wandering around the living room set as he did so. "We might be stuck here."
"No, we'll figure out a way back." Sam sighed.
"Yeah, you wouldn't be that broken up if we didn't, though." Dean commented.
"What?" Sam frowned. "Don't be stupid."
"Well, I'm just saying." Dean shrugged. "Heaven and Hell apparently ain't so bad here. Not to mention you've got fake Ruby."
"Genevieve." Elizabeth corrected, sipping her cup of blood.
"Yeah, of course you'd remember her name, heart eyes." The older brother scoffed.
"Dean, our friends are back there." Sam continued.
"Yeah, but here, you got a pretty good life. I mean, back home, the hits have been coming since you were six months old. You gotta admit, being a bazillionaire, married to Rubyvieve - the whole package. It's no contest."
"No. You know, you were right." Sam sighed. "We just don't mean the same thing here. I mean, we're not even brothers here, man."
Dean took a moment, glancing to Elizabeth, who cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm game to go whenever. I've had my fun, but now it's home time." She said.
The older brother gave a breathy, humourless chuckle.
"Alright then. Let's get our crazy show back home."
Elizabeth was about to say something snarky, but was interrupted by the sound of gunshots outside.
"What the Hell?" She exclaimed, getting up from the desk.
"I think Terminator Angel might be coming for us." Dean gulped, turning to the Vampire. "You all healed up, Princess?"
Elizabeth lifted her black tank top, revealing a perfectly healed, if not slightly red, abdomen.
"Let's kick some powerless Angel ass." She shrugged.