It was a week before Eden could even sit up in bed.
"Good morning." Sam's half asleep voice filled her ears as he rolled over in bed to face her, gently draping his arm over her hips.
"Good morning." She gave a croaky whisper, that being all she could manage at that stage.
"Don't strain yourself, baby, it's fine. Just sign." He replied, stroking his thumb along her right pelvic bone.
'This sucks.' Eden signed, rolling her eyes.
Sam chuckled, leaning over a little to kiss her shoulder.
"I know. But you'll heal faster if you stop pushing yourself. Listen to me when I tell you not to get out of bed and don't try to talk. At least this is helping me work on my signing." He told her. "How's your magic doing?"
Eden huffed, blowing a loose strand of hair from her face.
'Useless.' She replied. 'What are you doing today?'
"I think Dean said he was gunna be on the search for a case, take our minds off everything, you know?" Sam sighed. "Did you wanna be our Garcia?"
Eden gave a silent laugh that turned into a small coughing fit. She winced at the pain in her neck, chest and stomach wounds, clutching the most painful two with a hand each.
She reached to her left, grabbing a notepad and pen that she used when she knew Sam's ASL wouldn't be up to scratch enough to understand her.
'I will never once regret getting you into Criminal Minds.' She wrote, making Sam chuckle.
"Second best decision I ever made." He mused, kissing her shoulder again. "Next to asking you to marry me."
'Beyond cheesy. You're lucky I love you.' Eden signed, accompanying it with a whispered giggle, leaning over to kiss him.
Sam watched as she signed something else.
'I would love to be your Garcia.'
"Good." He smiled as a knock on their door came. "Come in!"
Dean opened the door, poking his head round.
"Hey, guys. Was wondering how Vampy Pants is doin' this morning." He smiled, waving a blood bag out for her.
Eden put her thumb up, then held out both hands for him to hand her the bag.
The older brother chuckled, entering the room fully to give it to her.
"I was also gunna say, I think I might've found something that could help us getting mom and Jack back. So, Sammy, get dressed, Eden, if you're feelin' up to it, you too." He continued.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be out in a sec." Sam nodded, earning a light slap on the arm. He looked over, seeing Eden with the blood bag tube hanging out of her mouth and a frown on her brows. "We'll be out in a sec." He corrected himself.
Dean smirked at the interaction between the two and nodded, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
"You should be resting." Sam cocked a brow at his love.
Eden rolled her eyes, biting down on the tube hard enough to free both her hands, taking the notepad and pen in her lap.
'If I don't get out of this bed today, I'm going to scream. That wouldn't be very good for my throat, would it?' She wrote.
Sam chuckled, shaking his head.
"No, I guess not. Just promise me you'll be careful and won't strain yourself too hard." He sighed.
Eden put down the writing utensils and drew a cross on her chest before holding the blood bag again with a smirk.

That was how the next couple of weeks happened. It became almost a daily occurrence that Dean would find some sort of lead on opening a portal to get Jack and Mary back.
One day, Sam and Dean had gotten a case about a cursed object at some random little store not too far away, so had gone to investigate.
"What the bloody hell is that?" Eden's voice was croaky and quieter than usual, but semi-functional, frowning at the boys as they carried in a massive flat screen TV.
"A gift from the guy who owns that store. Puttin' it in the Dean Cave." Dean grinned.
"'The Dean Cave?'" Eden cocked a brow, sipping from her glass of blood.
"I'm not a fan either." Sam sent a rather bitchy glare his brother's way.
"Look, I need somewhere to relax, okay? Just give me this." Dean huffed, moving passed the Dark Angel with the flat screen and his brother on the other end, through the War room, heading towards a room he'd claimed at the far end of the building.

Whilst Dean did his thing in 'the Dean Cave', Sam sat with Eden at the map table, looking into the lore on cursed objects.
"You know, that thing didn't act anything like a cursed object." Sam frowned.
"Dude, just be like Elsa; let it go." Dean smirked, walking into the room.
"'Be like Elsa?'" Sam and Eden said in unison with cocked brows to match.
"Right?" The older brother looked way too pleased with himself. "Come here, I need to show you something, it's important."
The pair at the table glanced to one another before getting up, following Dean into his new room.
It was a large room, one of the largest in the building that they never really used. Dean flicked on the lights, revealing a foosball table, a bar area behind it that was backlit with colour-changing lights, a juke box in the far corner, a couch that looked way too comfy for its own good, a matching reclining armchair and the aforementioned gifted TV.
"Behold!" The older brother grinned. "The Dean Cave. Or Fortress of Dean-atude. Just trying to figure that one out. We've got foosball, we've got juke box - all vinyl, obviously, Lazy-boy recliner, couch also reclines, and, of course, the bar. Still a working progress, it's gunna have a kegerator in it because- well, it's gunna. And finally, the piece de resistance." He picked up the TV remote.
"Okay, hold on, hold on..." Sam frowned before Dean had a chance to turn the TV on. "When did you have time to do all this?"
"When it's important, you make time, Sammy." Dean countered.
"I just can't believe you boys brought home something from a bloody cursed object case." Eden mumbled, crossing her arms. "That's just asking for trouble."
"It'll be fine!" Dean protested. "Let's give this bad boy a test run, huh?"
He pressed the 'on' button on the remote, causing purple sparks to come out from behind the TV. The picture was fuzzy and also purple.
"What the Hell?" Sam frowned.
Before anyone could do anything, a matching purple beam of light vacated the TV, blasting the three of them.

"Dean?" Sam's eyes were wide as he looked around the alien scenery. Everything seemed so... Fake. They were in the middle of a road, surrounded by dense trees on either side.
The brothers looked to each other.
"Ah! You're a cartoon!" They yelled out in surprise. "I'm a cartoon!"
"Oh, joy..." Eden glared off into space. "I'm not even bloody dressed."
The trio looked down at her black night gown and black ballet-style slippers which could've passed for some sort of daywear.
"Okay, okay, okay." Sam waved his hands. "Is this... This is a dream, it's gotta be-"
He was cut off by Dean slapping him across the face, leaving an indented handprint.
"Dude!" The younger brother protested. He shook his head, making the handprint disappear.
"It's not a dream." Dean stated. "Holy crap."
"This... This, uh, you guys saw that light. Did we just get sucked into the TV?" Sam asked.
"Or maybe this is an Angel thing." The older brother suggested. "Or... The Trickster."
"No. He's dead." The younger replied.
"Or is he?" Dean countered, giving an ominous look.
"Whatever it is, I want out." Eden grumbled, crossing her arms.
"Dean, what the Hell?" Sam huffed.
"I don't know, Sam, I- woah." Dean cut himself off as his eyes landed on something familiar - the Impala.
"Uh... How did the car get here?" Sam frowned.
"I had the keys in my pocket?" Dean gave a questioning response. "Maybe- wait, seriously? That's what's bothering you about this? Okay... Look. Are we animated? Yes. Is it weird? Yes."
"It's beyond weird." Sam interjected.
"Well, 'beyond weird' is kind of our thing, so... Whatever happened, we'll figure it out. This is a case, so let's work it. Vampy Pants, welcome back to the field, you're one hot cartoon. Come on." Dean began to walk towards the Impala.
"Thank... You?" Eden frowned.
"How do we work this?" Sam scoffed.
"Same as always." Dean shrugged, opening the driver's side door. "We drive."
Sam and Eden glanced to one another, releasing a mutual sigh.
"I wanna go back to bed..." The Dark Angel whined.
"We'll fix this, don't worry." Sam told her, draping an arm over her shoulders. "In the meantime, Dean's right. You're a hot cartoon."
"Shut up." Eden smirked. "You're a hot cartoon."
With that, she slipped out of Sam's grasp and sauntered her way over to the Impala to climb in the back, all under his watchful gaze.

The first sign of civilisation they came to was a malt shop.
"A malt shop." Sam looked wildly unimpressed. "Really?"
"Look, let's just head in, ask around, see what we can see." Dean replied, pulling up outside. He looked through Sam's window and gasped at what he saw. "Oh... My God."
Sam and Eden looked over and matched his expression.
"Tha- that's..."
"That's the Mystery Machine." Dean finished for his brother. "We're not just in any cartoon."
"We're in Scooby-Doo!" Sam exclaimed.
"Role opening credits..." Eden breathily chuckled.
They got out of the car, still gawking at the bright blue and green van parked opposite them as they entered the malt shop.
There were a few people in there, but Dean's gaze automatically fixed on a small group on the left far hand side of the building, dancing away to something playing on the juke box by them.
He gasped, clutching Sam and Eden's arms.
"That's the friggin' Scooby Gang!" He gushed.
"Great. So we're stuck in a cartoon with a talking dog." Sam's face relaxed into an awfully bored expression.
"Not just any talking dog." Dean held up a finger in protest. "The talking dog. The greatest talking dog in history."
"Aw man, I've been in love with Velma since the seventies and now I'm actually gunna meet her." Eden cupped her cheeks to hide her non-existent blush.
"Why is everyone you get a crush on that isn't Sam a girl?" Dean scoffed.
"Excuse me whilst I replace the 'Sam' in that question with 'Pigeon' and ask you the same thing?" Eden smirked.
Dean paused for a moment, scowling at her.
"Shut up." He mumbled. "Come on. Dibs on Daphne."
With that, he walked off, leaving the other two to look way too amused at each other before following him.

Dean paused half way across the shop, collecting himself.
"Oh man, this is like a dream come true." He hummed.
"Your dream is to hang out with the Scooby Gang?" Sam narrowed his eyes.
"Sam, growing up on the road, no matter where dad dragged us, no matter what we did, there was always a TV. And you know what was on that TV? Scooby and the gang. These guys - they're my freakin' role models, man. Except Fred, he's a wad." Dean countered.
"He's- what?" Sam scoffed.
"Just think about it. We do the same thing. We go to spooky places, we solve mysteries, we fight ghosts." The older brother continued enthusiastically.
"Except our ghosts don't wear masks." Sam pointed out. "And we don't have a talking dog."
"I dunno, I mean, Cas is kinda like a talking dog." Dean shrugged.
"Oh, I am so telling him you said that." Eden gave a low, borderline evil chuckle.
"You do you, Vampy Pants." Dean straightened out his hair. "Now, how do I look?"
"Two dimensional." Sam replied blankly.
"Perfect!" The older brother grinned, strutting his way over to the booth the iconic gang had moved to.
"I know I say this a lot..." Eden frowned as she watched him make his entrance. "But, this is going to be interesting."
"Agreed..." Sam sighed, placing a hand on her back to lead her in Dean's direction.

"Uh, hi! I'm Dean, this is my brother; Sam and his girl Eden. Mind if we join you?" The older brother greeted the gang.
The four Humans and the dog looked at them blankly. Velma glanced to Fred, who smiled.
"Of course not!" He said. "There's plenty o' room! I'm Fred, this is Velma, Shaggy, Scooby and-"
"Daphne. Enchanté." Dean leaned over to the red head on the left side of the booth, kissing her hand before sliding in next to her.
"I think that quarter of my soul just cringed out of existence." Eden mumbled, her nose scrunched up in disgust.
"Yeah, no kidding." Sam replied.
"Of course we know you. You guys are famous!" Dean continued.
"Famous?" Scooby spoke up as Sam and Eden slipped into the booth next to him.
The dog and his owner began to laugh.
"Like, the only thing we're famous for is our eating skills." Shaggy added, pointing over to the collection of photos behind the malt shop counter, piled high with pictures of them during various food challenges.
"Yum, yum, yum." Scooby gushed.
"So, looked like you guys were celebrating something?" Dean queried.
"We are!" Velma grinned, taking out a newspaper to show him an article. "We just found out that Scooby's just been named as one of the heirs to a fortune, left to him by an old southern colonel."
"Scooby saved him from drowning in a fish pond." Daphne added.
"I'm a hero!" The dog stood up on his hind legs, flipping the napkin round his neck to look like a cape. Shaggy also stood up and blew it to make it look as though he were flying.
The rest of their gang laughed as Sam leaned over and took the newspaper.
"Okay, okay, but he's dead now, right?" He asked.
"Uh, yeah... Cancer." Fred replied.
"Give us a second?" Dean scooted out of the booth, dragging Sam along by his jacket sleeve.
Eden sighed, giving the gang a crooked smile as she followed the boys.
"Hey, you wanna pull that stick outta your... Nether regions and just play along here?" The older brother grumbled.
"Play... There are no words in this newspaper, Dean." Sam shoved it into his view, poking a finger into the paper. "We should be trying to get out of here and instead, you- you're hanging out with Marmaduke!"
Dean let out an exaggerated gasp.
"How dare you." He demanded.
"And hitting on Daphne, when she's clearly with Fred?" The younger brother continued.
"She's settling, alright?" Dean countered. "Oh, Daphne could do so much better. Besides, I hit on Eden all the time and she hits on me right back, but you never say anything about that."
"Hey, don't drag me into your crap." Eden held up her hands.
"Because that's your whole thing and I know it's all talk. This is entirely different." Sam retorted.
"Not entirely different." Dean held up a finger with a mischievous smirk to match. "Both could do so much better."
"Would you like to repeat that into my fist." Eden glared, tucking herself under Sam's arm.
"Look, last time we got zapped into TV, we got out by playing our part. This is probably like that." Dean shrugged, looking back at the iconic characters being served a colossal amount of food to their booth. "The gang. They're about to get a mystery."
"That wasn't how it happened at all. You butchered your parts because you got dragged into it, not because it actually helped get us back." Eden frowned. "You just want to roleplay with Daphne."
Dean stared at her blankly for a few seconds.
"Shut up." He scowled, walking back towards the booth.
"You protecting my honour now?" Sam smirked down at her.
"Sure, like I could find 'someone better' who could actually put up with all my crap. You're the best there is, honey." She smirked, squeezing her arm round his middle. "We should probably go babysit that moron before he does something we'll regret."
"You're probably right." He sighed, earning a look. "About Dean, probably not the first bit, but I'll take it." He quickly corrected with a chuckle.

"I don't know, gang. Sounds like this could be the start of a mystery." Fred stated as the pair made their way back to the table.
"You know, Sam, Eden and I are actually mystery solvers too." Dean held his hands behind his back, standing in front of the oval booth. "Mind if we tag along?"
"That sounds like a swell idea!" Fred grinned. "In fact, I think it's high time we hit the road!"
"You know what that means!" Shaggy looked to his canine counterpart, who gave an amused hum in agreement.
"Road food!" They both cheered.
They both began to assemble comically large sandwiches out of the food at the booth in record speed. Dean watched in awe.
"Oh... Heck yes!" He exclaimed, sliding in next to them to form his own. The three opened their mouths four times as big as they would've been able to in the real world and shoved their momentously large sandwiches in their mouths in one. "Sam! Eden! Look how big my mouth is!" The older brother said through the sandwich.
Eden shook her head, putting her face in her hand. Sam simply sighed.
"This is going to be a long case..." The Dark Angel grumbled.

After watching Shaggy, Scooby and Dean scarf down every piece of food on the table, the group went out to their respective vehicles.
"Hey, why don't you guys follow us up to the colonel's mansion?" Fred suggested, hanging out the driver's side window of the Mystery Machine as the Impala pulled up next to it at the traffic lights.
"Uh, I'm not sure, Freddy." Dean draped his arm over the back of the bench seat. "I'm not sure Baby can go that slow."
"Well, the Mystery Machine is a lot faster than it looks!" Fred chuckled.
"Oh yeah? Well, let's see who can get there first." Dean smirked. "Or are you... Chicken?"
"Well, I'm game if you are!"
"How have we been dragged into an alpha male pissing contest?" Eden grumbled, resting her head on Sam's shoulder from behind.
"I have no idea..." He sighed, tipping his head to rest on hers. "Hey, Dean, why do you hate Fred so much?"
"He thinks he's so cool. With his perfect hair and his can-do attitude and that stupid ascot." Dean scowled at the character in the vehicle next to them.
"If Fred beats you, I'm never going to let you live this down. Or our drag race a couple of years back." Eden smirked.
Dean mumbled something inaudible as he put his foot down on the gas, revving the V8 engine.
"Let's do this!" He called.
The two vehicles rocked with torque as they waited for the lights to change. Sam held on to the top of his open window as Eden gripped the seat.
Within half a second of the light changing to green, the Mystery Machine set off impossibly fast, leaving the Impala in the rather literal dust.
The trio choked on the remanence of asphalt and tire.
"This is not good for my healing process." Eden wheezed, gently rubbing on the fresh Angel Blade scar around her neck.
"Did you just get beaten by a microvan?" Sam scoffed, waving his hands out passed the dashboard.
"The light was red! The light-" Dean cut himself off, punching the steering wheel. "FRED!"
He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, making the Impala pull up, lifting the front tires off the road as its rear wheel drive kicked in.
As the front tires made heavy impact with the road again, Eden jolted forward in her seat, her barely healed chest wounds slamming into the back of Sam and Dean's seats.
"Ah, you bitch!" She hissed, clutching the ones that hurt the most.
"Hold on tighter, then!" Dean huffed, his eyes glued to the road and the dust trail the Mystery Machine left.

After a car ride filled with Eden and Dean arguing as to why Baby should've won, they eventually got to the creepiest looking mansion any of them had ever come across.
"Look, all I'm saying is that, aerodynamically, there is no way my Baby should lose to... That." Dean scoffed, getting out of the car. "Unless Fred cheated, which he clearly did.
"Yes, Dean. But, we're not in a land where aerodynamics make any sense." Eden sighed, rolling her eyes for what felt like the millionth time.
"Can we please just get over it." Sam huffed.
"No!" The older brother protested.
As they approached the mansion, a bolt of lightning seemed to come out of nowhere, complete with a nest of bats flying out from the rooftop.
"Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you? We need some help from you now." Eden sang in a hushed tone, waving her index fingers in some sort of dance.
"Really?" Sam cocked a brow.
"I've been watching that show for almost fifty years. I'm allowed to sing the bloody theme tune if I deem it appropriate." Eden retorted, poking her tongue out at him, earning a shake of the head and a matching chuckle from her love.
"A Night of Fright is No Delight." Dean gasped.
"What?" Sam frowned.
"That's the episode we're in! I've seen it like, a million times!" The older brother draped his arms round the shoulders of the other two. "Aw man, this is gunna be awesome!"

They met the Mystery Gang at the top of the rickety old porch steps as Fred knocked the door. The low, baritone sound of his knuckles on the wood ran down everyone's spines, causing a mutual shiver.
They were greeted by a lean, old Caucasian man in a khaki green suit. His deep set, beady eyes bore into them as he looked the group over.
"Come in." He said with a ghostly tone, stepping aside to let everyone through.
The murmurs from the group echoed throughout the foyer as the man took his place behind a small table at the far end of the room, a record player sat on top of it. Three men and an older woman sat on an ornate, vintage, purple couch, waiting for the last will recipient to show.
"Attention everybody," He started. "As you all know, I am Cosgood Creeps; attorney of the late Colonel Sanders."
Sam frowned at his brother at hearing the Colonel's name.
"Shut up." Dean hissed.
"My client was a bit odd; his only directions were to play this record for you." Creeps continued, pulling a vinyl disk from who knew where.
"Yeah! Classic vinyl!" Dean cheered.
The spooky old man placed the record down on the player and set it up, placing the needle down gently on the grooves.
"Greetings, y'all!" A gruff man with a thick southern accent played. "Cousin Simple, nephew Norville, sweet cousin Maldehyde, cousin Slicker, and my old friend; Scooby-Doo."
Scooby gave his signature chortle.
"You're all gunna receive an equal share of a million dollars, providin' you spend tonight here in the old family mansion." The Colonel's playback continued. "Oh, one more thing; the house is haunted."
At that, an insanely loud clap of thunder rattled through the building, accompanied by a flash of lightning.
"Haunted?" Scooby and Sam exclaimed in unison.
Eden narrowed her eyes, looking up at Sam with an unimpressed look.
"Yes, haunted." The Colonel somehow replied. "And if any of you can't make it through the night, his or her share of my fortune will go to the others! Now, goodnight and pleasant dreams, y'all!"
"Oh, boy..." Scooby's voice quivered as he gulped.
"Piece of cake." Eden shrugged.
"Wow, Eden. You sure are brave!" Velma gushed.
If the Dark Angel could blush, she would've.
"It's nothing, really. Just my day job." She giggled, earning a cocked brow from Sam.
Everyone followed Mister Creeps to the other room, leaving Sam, Dean and Eden.
"What kinda weirdo sets this up?" Sam scoffed. "I mean, spend the night in a haunted house for a million dollars? That can't be legal."
"Sam, come on, the house isn't really haunted." Velma spoke up, making the others realise that she hadn't gone with the rest of the group.
"Yeah, I'm not-"
"And things like this happen all the time." Velma continued, cutting him off.
"Yeah, maybe in a cart-" Dean shoved his hand over his brother's mouth. Velma walked off. "Dude, what's wrong with you?" Sam asked as the hand was removed.
"They don't know that they're in a..." Dean trailed off, waving his hand. "C word! And we're not gunna tell 'em. Not anything. Not where we're from, not about monsters - nothing. Capiche? They are pure and innocent and good and we're gunna keep it that way."
"Look, if you've seen this episode, why can't we just skip to the end?" Sam frowned.
"Well, 'cause sometimes it's about the journey and not the destination." The older brother stammered.
"Or because he wants to live out twelve year old Dean's first sex dream with Daphne." Eden smirked.
"Yeah, I was gunna say... In less scarring detail." Sam grimaced.
"Do not ruin this for me!" Dean growled, walking off.

"I'll return to the house in the morning, to see which of you remain... If any." Mister Creeps rather ominously informed them, gathering his briefcase. He let out a psychotic laugh.
"Turns out, he's the bad guy." Dean pointed.
"You don't say..." Sam and Eden replied.
The grandfather clock in the corner of the foyer began to chime.
"Ten o'clock. I suggest we all turn in." One of the Colonel's relatives; a short, balding man with a receding hairline and bowed spine declared.
He and the other relatives made their way upstairs, shortly followed by Scooby and the gang.
"So... Daphne." Dean spoke up, grabbing the red head's attention. "Old drafty house... What say you and I bunk together?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Eden rolled her eyes.
"Oh, Dean! Boys and girls don't sleep in the same room, silly!" Daphne waved a hand, linking her other one with Eden's. "Come on, Eden. Come on, Velma!"
Eden gave a panicked glance to Sam.
'Kill me.' She mouthed as she was dragged away by the two girls.