Eden felt right at home behind the steering wheel of her beloved Camaro as she and Castiel set off to Missouri, mostly to give Dean and Mary some time alone to rekindle.
Dean had suggested checking out local realtors to see if anything came up there, since whoever took Sam seemed to be reasonably legitimate by having their own plane and confidential flight plans. So, the two Angels had to wait until morning.

Eden found herself in a world of her own, picking at the sides of her fingernails anxiously, sat at the end of her bed in their hotel room.
"Are you alright?" Cas asked, but there was no response. He walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Eden."
"Yes?" The girl jumped slightly. "Sorry, I was miles away. I'm fine. I just... Miss Sam."
"You know he thinks you and Dean are dead?" Cas sighed, sitting next to her.
"I'd imagine so..." Eden mumbled. "What happened? After Amara took us from the bar?"
"Sam was frantic. We all thought that you two disappearing was your death. We didn't exactly have much to go on in the way of primordial endings – or Dark Angels for that matter. Sam seemed to keep it together until he and I got back to the Bunker. I'm not sure he's had the time for it to properly sink in yet." Cas explained.
"Maybe that's a good thing. If he hasn't processed mine and Dean's apparent deaths yet, then he won't have to after we rescue him." Eden shrugged.
Castiel simply gave a steady nod.

The next morning, they took to the streets of Aldridge to track down every realtor on the map.
Between searching for properties that could fit the bill and visiting them, it didn't take all that long before they found something.
It was a white house in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by acres upon acres of farmland.
"Can you feel that?" Cas asked her as they watched the house from afar.
"The warding? Yes, I can." Eden sighed.
"I'll call Dean." The light Angel said, pulling out his phone.
"Hey Cas, what have you got?" Dean answered.
"We think we may have found Sam's location. It's a farm. It appears empty, but it was rented two weeks ago to a woman with an English accent. We went to check it out." Cas responded.
"Did you have a look inside?" Dean asked.
"No. No, it's powerfully warded. I've never felt anything like it. No wonder Eden couldn't find Sam." The Angel said.
"Powerfully warded. Okay, buddy, that was your headline right there."
Cas frowned, looking over to Eden awkwardly.
"Are we still discussing the same thing?" He asked.
"Where are you?" Dean huffed.
"I'll send Ede-" Cas cut himself off as he looked over again and Eden had disappeared. "Nevermind."

"One express Angel ride to Missouri, at your service." Eden smirked, making Dean jump as she appeared behind him in the War room.
"Damn it, Eden. What have I told you about doing that?" He grumbled.
"I'll get my coat." Mary said, standing from her spot at the map table.
"Wait, uh... Okay. Why don't I take this one solo, okay? It's just; we don't know what we're walking into, here." Dean stood up.
"We never know, we're Hunters..." Mary frowned.
"Right... Um, okay, I can't do my job if I'm worried about you." Her son replied.
"Dean, you won't have to be." Mary smiled. "I can handle myself. Okay? Alright, good talk."
Eden sniggered from behind Dean as his mother disappeared down the hall.
"Shut up." Dean mumbled.
"You forget that your mum is a bit of a badass herself and that this isn't her first rodeo." Eden cocked a playful brow. "If it makes you feel better, I'll look out for her."
"That makes me feel a whole lot better, actually. Thanks." Dean nodded.
"Looking out for Winchesters is kind of my thing." Eden chuckled.
"That, it is." He replied.

"Where's all this warding you mentioned?" Dean asked after Eden had zapped them as close to the house as she could get.
"It's cloaked." Castiel replied. "And very powerful. You brought your mother?"
"Hello, Castiel. Yes, he did." Mary looked to Dean who gave an awkward smile.
"You sure there's anyone inside?" He looked over to the big white house.
"I can just about hear movement in there." Eden said. "The warding is making it fuzzy, but yes, I can hear it."
"I'm gunna go have a closer look." Dean said, walking with Mary in tow. "Mom, I got this."
"You can keep me from driving, Dean. Not from hunting." Mary retorted.
Dean looked to Cas and Eden for assistance.
"How about Dean goes to check it out and take down the warding, we'll come up with a plan for inside." Eden suggested. "Besides, being surrounded by men all the time? I could use a bit of sensible company."
Mary gave a small chuckle.
"Fine." She sighed.
Dean nodded, silently thanking Eden before walking off.

About ten minutes later, a bright yellow glow could be seen all the way to the car. It only lasted a second or so.
Eden frowned.
"Something's wrong. Something's happened."
"I'll check it out." Mary offered, grabbing her gun from the back of her jeans.
"Be careful!" Eden called as the woman walked off. "Christ, this could all go really wrong..."
"She really needs to take down that warding. If we can get in there, this plan should be easy." Cas said.
It wasn't long after that Eden heard a fight ensue.
"Bloody Winchesters!" She growled. "Why didn't she take down the warding before she went in there!"
"What's happening?" Cas asked.
"Sounds like she's found the boys. But she's fighting someone, presumably the English bitch – sounds female, at least."
And then there was a gunshot.
"Hello, Angels." A male, cockney English voice came from behind them.
Cas and Eden shot around, seeing a lone white man, dark hair, dark five o'clock shadow.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Eden sneered.
"Oh, that's very refreshing. It's nice to hear a familiar accent in all this... Yank." The man smiled. "Name's Mick. British Man of Letters."
Eden's brows raised.
"What on earth are the British Men of Letters doing here?" She asked.
"I think we can ask those questions after we've saved your friends, don't you think?" Mick cocked a brow.
He sliced into his hand, aiming the wound at the house.
Eden and Cas both felt the warding leave the place.

They heard fighting down in the basement and went to investigate.
Dean had just punched the mysterious blonde woman who'd taken Sam.
"Turns out this ape did read a book or two." The older brother said as he used the keys on the cuffs holding a very beaten-looking Sam.
"Well played." Mick smirked.
The three Winchesters looked up, seeing the man and the Angels.
"Eden..." Sam breathed.
The Dark Angel shoved passed the British Man of Letters, running to Sam's side, hugging his neck.
"What the Hell did she do to you?" Eden panted, looking him over.
He had various cuts on his face, a torn t-shirt revealing more cuts and bruises, a tourniquet on his right foot and the gunshot wound just above his left knee.
"Nothing that won't heal." Sam gave a breathy chuckle. "I just... Can't believe you're alive."
"That's a story for later." Eden smiled, cupping his face.
He leaned in, kissing her lips as though it would be the last time.
"Who's this guy?" Dean asked, pointing to Mick.
"British Men of Letters." Eden replied breathlessly as she helped Sam to his feet.
"Now, what you were told is basically true." Mick started. "We were keen to know about the two of you, seeing as you partially seem to be carrying on the Men of Letters work here, now that the American chapter is defunct."
"So, you stick your attack dog on us to what, say hi?" Dean asked as the blonde woman regained consciousness and got to her feet.
"Well, part of our group suspect some kind of malfeasance amongst you American Hunters. No argument - Lady Bevell went too far." Mick replied, earning an unamused hum and nod from Sam. "She'll face consequences in London."
"Why wait?" Eden sneered, putting out her hand.
"Ah, ah, please. Let us take care of her." Mick spoke up.
"I am you. Technically, I'm still on your payroll." The Dark Angel retorted.
"Touché." Mick replied, motioning for her to continue.
Eden gave a malevolent smirk to the woman, making a fist.
Lady Bevell instantly crumpled back to the floor, screaming out in agony.
"Alright, that's enough." Dean sighed, rubbing his temple. "She gave me a headache and those screams aren't making it any better."
"Leave the room then." Eden growled as she continued her work. "She tortured Sam. I'm going to torture her nightmares for the rest of her life."
"Uh, actually, that might be enough. I think London can take the rest from here. We have pressing matters to discuss." Mick interrupted.
Eden gave the woman one last extra powerful burst of pain, knocking her unconscious again before lowering her hand and giving a bittersweet smile to the Man of Letters.
"Go on." She said.
"Now, I'm here to extend an olive branch. We wanna work with you." Mick nodded.
"Let me ask a question, uh, Mick? Is it?" Sam spoke up. "Why would we believe any of this?"
"Lads, ladies, if I wasn't sincere – if I meant you harm, there's a dozen ways I could've come in here and taken you all prisoner instead of being unarmed. Not to mention I powered down all the wardings in this shack so your attack dogs could come in. I reckon they could finish me off without breaking a sweat – thank you Miss Smythe for your demonstration." Mick smirked.
"Anytime." Eden sneered.
"I don't sweat under any circumstances." Castiel narrowed his eyes.
Mick sighed, reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a business card to hand to the Angel.
"My number. Take your time, cool down and just think it over." He said. "And what have you got to lose, except your worst nightmares? I'll leave you all to mull it over a bit. Miss Smythe, it's an honour to finally meet you. Your case file is... Impressive, to say the least." He smiled, giving the rest of them a nod. "Gents. Ladies."
He walked over to Lady Bevell, picking her up off the floor before walking out of the basement.
Eden turned to Sam.
"Let's sort this all out, shall we?" She smiled, earning a nod.
She placed the heel of her hand on his forehead, emitting a dark smoke that healed him instantly.
He let out a sigh of relief as he stood up straight.
Eden looked to Dean and Mary, who shook their heads.

Back at the Bunker, the Humans tucked into some fried chicken they'd picked up on the way, plus a few well-earned beers.
"Oh, that was fantastic." Dean groaned happily as their mother walked in with a dessert container. "Thank you, mom."
"All I did was point out some stuff on a take-out menu." She scoffed, placing the container down in front of him. "I would've cooked but I... Don't."
"No, wait. Your meatloaf was amazing." Dean frowned as she sat down.
"Came from the Piggly Wiggly. Sorry to burst your bubble." She smirked. "But, do you still like pie?"
Dean's face lit up as he looked down at the dessert container.
"I mean..." He chuckled, quickly grabbing the box to tuck in.
"It's all good, mom. Eden's an incredible cook." Sam smiled, placing a hand on the girl's thigh.
"So, I've been told, at least. I haven't exactly been able to try my own cooking." Eden added.
"Well, I'd love to be one of your regular judges." Mary replied.
"Done." Eden shrugged, putting her hand over Sam's.
"Sam," His mother started, seeing him still staring at her. "You keep looking at me like I'm going to explode."
"I'm sorry..." He gave a breathy chuckle as Dean shoved some pie onto a paper plate.
"So... What do we think? Are we buying that Brit's whole 'let's be friends' routine?" Mary asked.
"No, no way." Sam shook his head, earning a 'no' in agreement from Dean before he began shoveling pie into his mouth as loudly and obnoxiously as possible.
Sam put his face in his hand as Mary gawked at her first born.
"Could you eat that any faster?" She asked.
"No. No, I cannot." Dean said with his mouth so full of pie, filling was coming from the sides of his lips.
"He can." Eden cocked a brow at him. "The amount of times I've had to see that boy through an indigestion attack is no longer funny."
Mary laughed, shaking her head.
"Well, we should call the internet and find out as much as we can about these people." She continued. Eden practically snorted into her glass of blood. "Did I say that right?"
"So close." Dean replied through more mouthfuls.
"Yeah, it was... Close." Sam squinted.
"We'll get you all caught up in no time." Eden giggled.
"What about you? You worked for the British Men of Letters, right?" The younger brother looked to her. "What are they like?"
"Well, I can't speak for them now, it's been decades since I last did a job for them. But back then, they were all pompous arseholes who thought they were better than everyone. To be fair, that was mostly true, but they definitely didn't mind reminding people of that every chance they got." She explained.
"Doesn't sound like they've changed all that much then." Dean continued to speak with his mouthful.
"What exactly did you do for them?" Mary asked.
Eden gave a short-lived, breathy chuckle, looking down at her hand in Sam's.
"I was their executioner." She said. "Or their torturer. Whichever they needed me to be at the time. And I was bloody good at it."
"Yeah, I think I got a taste of that earlier with that blonde bitch." Mary cocked a brow.
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." The Dark Angel smirked. "If Mick hadn't told me they'd deal with it, I'd be healing her again and doing it all over until she died of old age. I'm still debating it..."
Mary's brows raised as she glanced to the boys.
"She comes in handy." Dean shrugged.
"I can see that. She cooks and she's a badass who clearly looks after you boys." She replied.
"Oh, yeah. We wouldn't be sat having this conversation if she hadn't showed up all those years ago." Sam nodded.
"Likewise." Eden playfully glared.

Later that night, after bringing his mother a cup of tea and having a chat with her, the youngest Winchester walked into his room with a rather unreadable expression.
Eden walked over to him, embracing his waist in a hug.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I, uh, have a confession." Sam replied, pushing her back by her shoulders.
"Okay..? You've never done that before, so it must be serious..." She frowned, watching him move to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Because I don't know if you'll want to hug me by the end of this conversation." Sam sighed.
"I highly doubt that, but go on." Eden replied, sitting next to him.
"When Lady Bevell had me in that basement, she tried everything she could to get information out of me..." Sam started, taking a deep breath. "She drugged me – gave me hallucinations. She and I... Had sex."
He looked over Eden's face, trying to see any sort of emotion from it.
"Right? They were hallucinations, Sam. You didn't really think I'd hate you for being drugged, did you?" She asked.
"Maybe not them on their own. Just the fact that I... Liked it." He sighed.
"Jesus, Sam..." Eden rolled her eyes. "You can't seriously expect me to blame you for your body or your mind reacting to a drug-induced vision."
Sam simply shrugged, looking down at his hands in his lap.
She cupped the side of his face, turning him to look at her again.
"Do you love me?" She asked, staring straight into those gorgeous hazel eyes.
"Of course I do." He replied.
"And you know I love you."
"That's kinda why I was so nervous about telling you this."
"Right, then we've established two things in the last couple of minutes; we love each other and you've done nothing wrong. I'd say that's got to be a record or something." Eden smirked.
Sam gave a breathy chuckle, cupping his hand over hers on his face.
He leaned into her as she did him, connecting their lips in a soft kiss.
"Mom seems to like you." He said, resting his forehead on hers.
"Not bad for my first time meeting the parents." Eden smirked. "Not sure how your dad would react to us, though. He'd probably try and decapitate me or something."
"Why would he do that?" Sam chuckled.
"Well, he asked me to look out for you boys, not fall in love with one of you." She cocked a brow, leaning away from him to look at him clearly.
"True." He smiled.
"Oh! I almost forgot, I have something to tell you!" Eden gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.
"This sounds... Potentially exciting?" Sam frowned through a smile at her reaction.
"I hope so." She grinned, taking his hands in his lap. "So, you know Amara's gift to Dean was your mother... Well, she gave me one as well."
"What was it?" The Winchester pressed.
"Well... She told me I could share my immortality." Eden gave a shy smile.
"Oh, wow." Sam's brows raised.
"And she somehow knew of our hypothetical talk of the future we had and... Gave me the ability to have kids... Who would also be immortal." Eden finished, scanning his reaction.
"You... Can have kids?" His lips parted in shock. "Baby, that's incredible!" He gave a breathy chuckle of disbelief.
"Yeah?" She grinned.
"Absolutely!" Sam laughed, pulling her into him for a tight hug. "But..."
"Oh, God..." Eden frowned, separating from him.
"Hold on a second, it might be a 'but' you agree with." He told her. "I don't want to have kids while we're still in the hunting game. I don't want any kids we have to be raised like Dean and I were – immortal or not."
"That sounds like a really good plan." Eden smiled. "Ah, Dean's going to be so pissed off with me."
"Why?" Sam chuckled, brushing a loose section of hair from her face.
"He was really looking forward to seeing your face when I told you."
"I'm sure he'll get over it if we ever do get to retire and he becomes an uncle." He smirked.
"You should've seen him. He got so excited." Eden giggled.
Sam leaned down on the bed, propping himself up on his elbow as he looked her over.
"You're stunning, you know that?" He mused.
The girl gave a low chuckle, moving to lay down next to him with her legs hanging off the side of the bed.
"Speak for yourself."
Sam gave a bright smile, smoothing his free hand over her middle, resting it on her hip as he leaned down to kiss her.
Eden's fingers trailed up his neck, finding a home in his hair.
"I adore you, Sam Winchester."
"I adore you too, Eden Smythe." He smiled.