Eden woke up, much like Sam had - with a feeling of lonely dread.
"Valentine's Day..." They'd both sighed, scrunching their faces up into their pillows.
What followed, however, had been far from the same.
Sam had gone to do research over breakfast in the kitchen, only to see Dean walk in with a huge hickey on his neck. He had claimed he was a 'hopeless romantic' and 'just doing my civic duty'.
Eden, had sat up in bed to Lucifer strolling in with massive bouquet of blood red roses.
"Happy Valentine's Day, my love." He grinned, placing the flowers down on her bedside table.
"Not in the mood, Luci." She grumbled, throwing the upper half of her body back on the soft Egyptian cotton, closing her eyes again.
"Oh, come on, Angel. You gotta get over Sammy sooner or later, it's been ages." Lucifer whined, throwing himself onto the bed next to her.
"Don't call him that." Eden snapped. "Only Dean calls him that."
"Whatever." Lucifer rolled his eyes, smirking as he rolled over to face her. "So what are we gunna do today? Watch sappy chick-flicks and stuff our faces full of over-priced chocolates from a heart-shaped box, shortly followed by pints of various flavour ice cream?"
"I don't eat." Eden pointed out. "And neither do you."
"No, I choose not to, there's a difference. I'm sure I could make room for two portions of chocolate and ice cream if you're not joining, though." Lucifer shrugged.
Eden sniffed.
"Is that actual blood on those roses?" She frowned, opening her eyes.
"They were white when I stole them." Lucifer grinned.
"Ugh. You know me so well." Eden groaned, sitting up again and running a finger over one of the petals, licking the liquid that came off it. "Mm, that's good." She sighed contently.
"So... What are we gunna do today?" Lucifer asked, leaning over to dip his finger on the petals, himself. "Lady's choice."
Eden leaned forward as she thought, resting her forearms on the bed between her covered legs.
All that sprang to her mind was Sam. Before all this had happened - before her memories returned, he'd promised her a proper Valentine's Day. He'd had a surprise lined up and everything. It would've been the first Valentine's Day they'd had together since their relationship began, since one of them had been either missing or having hallucinations of the man who was now sat next to her - so Sam had wanted to make it extra special before something else happened.
But, of course, something had to happen. That was just their luck.
"I want to go for a walk." Eden eventually said.
"Great. Did you have a destination in mind or are we winging it?" Lucifer asked. "No pun intended, but certainly welcomed."
"I want to go for a walk alone, Luci." She glared back at him.
Lucifer put his hands up in defence.
"Fine, fine. I'll let you have your self-pity party. I'll just sit here wondering how great we could've been had Sam said 'yes' to my invitation." He smirked.
"Sam was never going to say yes and I wouldn't have let you, even if he did." Eden retorted.
"Two boyfriends in one a little bit much for you, huh?" The Devil commented.
"You're not my boyfriend, Lucifer. No matter how many blood-coated roses you bring me." The Angel of Darkness threw the sheets off herself and got up, grabbing her phone and a change of clothes as she walked passed them on her way to the bathroom.
Eden's chosen walk attire had been a no make-up face besides mascara, a gorgeous black velvet gown with flared sleeves, deep hood and a dipped cleavage, paired with a simple pair of ballet-style slippers. Nothing particularly extravagant, but certainly suited to her.
She didn't even bother exiting the bathroom. She was rapidly growing bored of Lucifer's come-ons. She was perfectly aware that her flirtatious attitude wasn't exactly helping the situation, but that was just how she was. So she simply unlocked the bathroom door and disappeared in a rustle of feathers.

Eden found herself on the highest reach of Myrtle Point in Tennessee. She gazed over the breath-taking scenery illuminated by the mid-morning sun. It was stunning... And yet, all she could think about was how much she wanted to share the sight with Sam.
Her phone suddenly pinged in her hand.
Eden looked down at it, her eyes grazing over the picture of her and Sam to see a text... From Dean.
Impala 1: Sam's a wreck. He found a case to distract himself but I think it's a little too metaphorical for him.
The girl frowned as she texted back.
Eden: Too metaphorical?
Impala 1: Heart ripped out.
Eden: Werewolf?
Impala 1: Shifter.
Eden: Interesting... What do you want me to do about your brother? He broke up with me. I believe that makes it your problem now.
Impala 1: Don't act like you don't give a crap. He told me you said you still loved him despite no longer being Elizabeth. He had a plan for you two tonight, remember? He's tearing himself up about it.
Eden: That didn't answer my question.
Impala 1: Stop feeding on people. Stop whatever games you're playing. Get your ass over here.
Eden: The whole reason I'm staying away is because of him. Do you seriously think he's going to suddenly change his mind and want me there? Besides, I'm not dressed for a hunt.
Well, now she was just making excuses...
Impala 1: He invited you to the Bunker. He wasn't kidding. And if you're not dressed for a hunt then you're probably dressed in what normal people would consider date wear.
Eden sighed, looking up at the view.
Eden: Are you alone?
Impala 1: Right now I am, yeah. Sam's gone on a food run.
The girl locked her phone, took one last glance to the view and then disappeared.

When she reappeared in front of Dean in his motel room, he practically hit the ceiling.
"Son of a bitch!" He yelled, clutching his chest. "Don't freakin' do that!"
"Sorry." Eden muttered, looking around the room that seemed to look like just about every other motel they'd stayed in together. "You wanted my help, I'm here. Ta-da."
"You could've at least knocked! I could've been doing anything in here!" Dean protested.
"Why would you be doing anything that required me to knock whilst texting me?" She scrunched her nose up in mild disgust.
"Nevermind." Dean sighed, waving a dismissive hand. "So, I'm guessing since you're here, you wanna help me get him out of this post-break up routine?"
"I can't believe your solution to getting him out of a rut is to invite the cause of said rut back into the picture in what is effectively an ambush attack." Eden rolled her eyes. "This is, quite possibly, the worst idea I've heard since... Well, the beginning of mankind, give or take."
"Just go with me on this one, okay?" The Winchester mumbled. "You might not be Elizabeth, but you seem to be close enough when Sammy's around. Maybe you guys can find some common ground and get your asses back together."
"Dean Winchester; matchmaker extraordinaire." Eden chuckled, crossing her arms as the sound of the Impala pulled up out front.
"Hold up, I'm not ready." Eden's eyes widened slightly.
She disappeared for a second, reappearing with the tube of a blood bag tucked between her lips.
"I forgot I haven't properly fed today and you were smelling quite tasty. My bad." She shrugged.
Dean narrowed his eyes at her as Sam walked through the door.
"Eden!" He exclaimed, almost dropping the car keys. "W-what are you doing here?"
"Thought I'd stop by for some Shifter action. Haven't come across one in a while." She replied. Sam looked at her sceptically. "Fine... I was actually stood at the top of Myrtle's Point, looking over the truly divine view, minding my own business in a mildly depressive state when I received a text tipping me off that you were here and so was a Shifter. So, I came to offer my services."
"Well, thanks. But we've got it covered." Sam said blankly, putting the to-go bags on the table in front of him.
"Come on, man. She's here. Give her wings a break and let her join. Besides, I kinda miss having a snarky redhead around." Dean interjected.
"She's a murderer, Dean. That's not who we are." Sam retorted.
"Crowley. Rowena. Alexander. Castiel playing God Jr. Dean when he was a Demon. You when you were soulless." Eden listed, lifting a finger up for each name. "We all have our pasts, Sam. So, I committed mass murder in a hospital a few weeks ago. So what? As you can see, I've returned to the path of the blood bag." She held up the bag in her hand, taking a sip whilst she was at it.
Sam glared at his brother, who shrugged.
"You're going to need to change." He eventually said.
"Not a problem." Eden smirked, forcefully handing Dean the blood bag.
The older brother reluctantly took it, dangling it out in front of him with it pinched between his index finger and thumb.
She rolled her shoulders and the boys watched as her black velvet gown turned into an all-black pant suit.
"Okay, that's awesome." Dean scoffed in gleeful surprise.
Even Sam had a look of mild impress.
"Okay, let's get this over with. I despise trousers. Unfortunately, Elizabeth seemed to love them. There'll be no more of that." Eden rolled her eyes.

Not that long after, they'd received a call that there had been another victim. The first had been a babysitter who had her heart ripped out by the father of the child she was looking after - with whom, she was also having an affair. But, of course, it wasn't him. It was a Shapeshifter. This new victim had been the father, himself, in his office at work.
"You were the last person to see your boss alive, did you notice anything unusual?" Dean questioned the secretary.
"How much do you want to bet that the Shifter took the sitter's form?" Eden asked as she and Sam watched the coroners roll the body out of the office.
Behind her, the secretary was describing the babysitter, drawing the pair's attention.
"Wow, I'm good." Eden mumbled.
"Is this her?" Sam asked, holding up a picture of the sitter on his phone.
"Yeah, that's the girl." The secretary replied.
Dean gave a knowing nod to his brother.
"Thank you for your time, ma'am." He smiled, walking away. "Upping it's game by impersonating dead people, don't you think? I'm guessing it's the wife."

The wife; Melissa was a wreck, to say the least.
She sniffed back tears as she picked up baby bottles from the dining table, bringing them towards the kitchen island.
"We're so sorry for your loss." Dean told her.
"I just... I just can't believe it." The woman gave a shuddered breath. "I mean, how is this even possible?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out." Sam said.
"Where's the baby?" Dean asked.
"Uh, she's with my mom." Melissa replied.
"I hate to have to ask this," Sam cleared his throat. "But I need to ask you a difficult question."
"Okay..." Melissa frowned.
"Were you aware that your husband was having an affair with your babysitter?"
The woman sighed, looking down.
"Yes..." She answered. "I knew. I know what you're thinking; jealous wife kills her cheating husband. But that couldn't be further from the truth. I loved Dan. I still do. It may sound pathetic but, I thought we still had a chance."
"I promise you, ma'am." Eden gave a sympathetic smile as she placed a hand over the woman's. "We'll find who did this."
She gave it a small squeeze as the wife nodded, making sure that the sterling silver rings on her middle and ring fingers touched the skin.
When Melissa gave no reaction to the silver, she glanced to the boys.
"Thank you for your time." Sam said as Dean handed her a business card. "We'll leave you alone, let you get some rest. And if anything strange or out of the ordinary comes up, don't hesitate to call. We're staying at the motel on Main street. Room one sixteen."

"Alright, so Melissa's not the Shifter." Dean commented as they exited the house.
"We are back to square zilch." Sam huffed.
"I need a beer. Regroup, maybe get lucky." The older brother said.
"Just when I was starting to think that I didn't miss this... A wild Dean Winchester appears out of the blue with comments like that." Eden smirked.
"Didn't you just 'get lucky?'" Sam asked.
"That was in Kansas. What do you say, you guys with me? Scrape a few hearts off the bar room floor?" Dean offered as he opened the Impala's driver side door.
"Uh, I think I'll pass." Sam retorted, trying his very best not to look over at Eden. "I'm gunna hit the lore, but you go be you."
"I concur. One night stands aren't particularly my thing." The girl made a face of disgust.
"Suit yourselves." Dean shrugged, winking to Eden before getting into the car.

Once dropped off back at the motel, things quickly grew very tense in the room. This was, after all, the first time Sam and Eden had been properly alone together.
Eden sat on the end of Sam's bed, swinging her legs, happy to be back in the black velvet gown and out of the pant suit.
"So, are you gunna tell me the real reason you came here?" Sam asked after a couple of minutes of silence.
He was sat at the small dining table with his laptop in front of him, looking over at her.
"The 'real' reason or the real reason?" Eden smirked. Sam all but rolled his eyes, staring back at his laptop. "Okay, fine. Dean texted me."
"Saying..?" Sam pressed.
Eden sighed, walking over to the table where her phone sat. She unlocked it and passed it to him, revealing the text conversation.
Sam ran a hand over his face in frustration.
"He shouldn't have done that." He mumbled, dropping the phone back on the table.
"I told him it was a bad idea after I got here, but he gave me the whole 'just go with me on this' line." Eden replied, pausing for a moment. "Is it true? Are you really that bothered about today?"
"Can you blame me? This was supposed to be our first real Valentine's Day together where nothing bad was gunna happen and we'd actually, you know, be together." Sam was clearly growing frustrated. "But no, in true 'us' fashion, something just had to get in the damn way."
Eden frowned, thinking what he'd said over.
"What did you have planned?" She asked.
"It doesn't matter..." He breathed, looking out the room window, simply to avoid looking at her. "You're not Elizabeth. My plans weren't with you."
The girl knelt down by him, placing a cool hand over his warm one.
"Sam... I am still Elizabeth. She was just a fraction of what I am." She said.
The Winchester looked down at her, his eyes misting up.
"But I was happy with that fraction." He whispered.
Eden sighed, looking down.
"Get to know me - the full me. I can show you that she's still in here - that I'm still the woman you fell in love with. Just give me time, that's all I ask."
Sam gave a small nod after a few moments thought.
Eden smiled, standing up and pulling him by the hand from his seat.
"What? You mean now?" He frowned.
"No time like the present. This could be how we spend Valentine's Day together like you wanted." She shrugged.
"I've got lore to go over." Sam huffed.
"You're talking to a walking encyclopaedia on pretty much anything and everything that goes bump in the night. Come on, Sam... Just give it a chance." Eden pleaded.
Sam sighed and gave another nod and, together, they laid on his bed facing one another.
"What are we doing?" He asked breathily.
"We're going to lay here and you're going to ask me as many questions as you need to until you're satisfied. Where we go from there, however, is up to you." Eden replied.
Sam gave yet another nod, thinking his first question over.
"Do you..." He started, letting out a humourless, breathy chuckle. "This is probably gunna sound like a stupid question, but... Do you remember everything that you've done? Like, your whole life?"
Eden nodded.
"I was put to sleep when my Uncle - God, I suppose would be a better term, locked me away in the cave, but I remember everything I did afterwards. I also remember the Garden, even as a baby. I remember the feeling of my bones growing inside my mother's womb, the sound of her blood pumping around me, the warmth of her milk in my mouth... Everything - everything I've ever done or had happen to me since I was conceived." She replied. "Some memories are blurrier than others, like trying to think of a particular conversation I once had a few hundred years ago or something to that effect, but eventually it would come to me. So, yes, I remember."
Sam's eyes widened.
"Wow... Okay, um... What's your favourite memory?"
"Are we including the last five and a half years?" Eden smirked, tucking some hair away between the side of her face and her pillow so she could see him better.
Sam released another breathy chuckle.
"I'll split the question in two, then. What was your favourite memory before you met us and what was your favourite memory after?"
"My favourite memory before meeting you... Had to have been the first time I laid eyes on Kaa, my rattlesnake. It was barely a month after the echo of Amara's imprisonment gave me my abilities. I was growing wildflowers in the Garden, simply minding my own business. I was only three years old. He came up to me, wrapped himself around my arm and sat his head on my shoulder. It were as though we were always meant to have the bond we shared... I suppose he felt my power. He spoke to me and that was the first time anyone realised that I could speak back to him." Eden gave a soft smile at the memory mixed with the anticipation for what she was about to say. "As for after meeting you boys... You remember that time we were talking about the future? You came up with this gorgeous little dream for what we'd be doing in a perfect world... And I told you I wanted to be Human with you. That is my favourite post-Winchester memory. The picture you painted was so vivid. I could see it in my mind so clearly, as though it were real."
When she looked back up at him, a tear had slipped down from the outer corner of his left eye onto the pillow.
"I still want that." He mumbled.
"Then we'll find a way." Eden replied, cupping his face in her left hand. "We don't have to be apart, Sam. We're only two questions in and it's clear you see Elizabeth in me still."
"Hearing her voice reminiscing about that conversation... Looking up at you and seeing her. It hurts. I can see you still have Elizabeth in you, you're right. But you're also Eden." He sighed, turning to lay on his back, wiping away the stray tear.
"What can I do to make this easier for you?" She asked.
Sam cleared his throat, not exactly knowing how to answer that.
But eventually, he lifted up his right arm.
Eden hesitated, but took the silent invitation, curling up into his side, placing her hand on his chest.
They laid there in silence for a solid minute before Sam spoke up again.
"Your hair smells different."
"Good different? Or bad different?" Eden frowned.
"Just... Different. I suppose that's what comes of not being able to steal my conditioner." He mumbled.
Eden let out a little giggle.
"How dare I use another brand. Bad me." She smirked, earning a small chuckle from the man above her.
"You look beautiful in that dress, by the way." He mumbled after a few moments of more silence.
A smile crept its way to the edges of Eden's lips.
"Thank you, Sam." She replied.
It was then, that she got an idea. She lifted her head from his shoulder and sat up, walking over to the table where her phone still sat.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, sitting up with a frown.
"Well, it'd be a shame to put such a dress to waste. Especially when we're alone for the foreseeable future." She shrugged, playing a song through her phone speakers.
It was 'The Night We Met' by Lord Huron - a song that reminded her of simpler times - times when she was just a Vampire, Bobby was alive and the worst they had to deal with was Death. Lyrically, it also reflected their current situation, vocalising their feelings of no longer being together, but still loving one another.
She wandered back over to Sam after placing her phone back down on the table, holding out her hand to him.
"I can't dance..." He told her, seeming rather nervous.
"Then sway with me." She smirked, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.
Sam sighed, taking her hand.
She gently pulled him into a standing position from the bed and placed her other hand on his bicep as his hand found her waist.
They swayed to the gentle beat of the song. Eden had expected just that for the entire piece, but Sam released her waist, spinning her out.
She let out a surprised yelp that turned into a giggle as she spun, holding onto his fingertips.
He pulled her back in, wrapping his arms around her body as her back pressed into his front.
"You really are her, aren't you?" He mumbled.
"She never left. She just became whole again." Eden replied, softly.
As the song came to a close, Sam spun her back round so that she was facing him and took her face in his hands.
"I just can't stay away from you." He whispered. "No matter how hard I try."
"So don't." She said, her eyes almost closed.
Sam leaned down, pressing his lips to hers.
Eden's hands rested on his wrists, ensuring he wasn't going anywhere.
Their hearts pounded in sync, the hairs on the backs of their necks stood on end and their stomachs tied in knots at the sheer passion fueling their kiss.
It was bliss.
"Hey, any luc- woah!" Dean walked into the room, making the pair separate rather quickly. He smirked. "Son of a bitch, you guys weren't wasting time. So much for research, huh?"
"Shut up." Eden mumbled, rolling her eyes as she ran her thumb across her bottom lip.
"We... Talked." Sam shuffled awkwardly, stuffing his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans.
"Didn't seem like that from where I was standing." Dean looked highly amused as he placed a paper bag of fast food down on the table in front of his brother.
"Your plan, no matter how bad, actually worked." Sam continued.
Dean lost his smile.
"You, uh, you know about that?"
"Showed him the texts. He wasn't buying the story." Eden shrugged, adjusting the shoulder of her dress that had mysteriously fallen down.
"If it worked, it worked." Dean nodded. "So, you two back together now? Can I see a little less pining from now on?"
Sam and Eden glanced to one another.
"It's... A step in the right direction." Sam replied breathily.
That was good enough for Eden.
"So, what about you? You're back earlier than expected." The younger brother quickly changed the subject before things got awkward.
"Way earlier..." Eden mumbled.
"No luck, no." Dean sighed. "Hey, what's a, uh... 'Dad bod?'"
Eden sniggered as someone banged on the door.
Dean walked over, looking through the peep hole before opening it, revealing Melissa.
"Hey there." The older brother greeted, only to see the woman looking frantic as she ran in and locked the door behind her. "Everything okay?"
"No, Dan tried to kill me." She panted, looking out of the window.
"Dan your dead husband, Dan?" Dean confirmed.
"You told me to come to you if anything strange or out of the ordinary happened." Melissa replied, looking back at them. "Well, it did. And I think it's all my fault."
"Okay, why don't you sit down? Come on." Dean beckoned her to sit in the chair in front of him, across from where Sam had been sitting previously.
Melissa glanced over at Eden, who was stood a few feet from her with her arms crossed.
"I'm sorry, was I interrupting something?" The woman asked. "That's a really beautiful dress."
Eden looked down at the black velvet gown.
"Oh, no." She chuckled. "This is how I normally dress when I'm not on duty, don't worry. Besides, your safety is more important right now."
"Thank you." Melissa whimpered, feeling her emotions catch up with her now that she was in a safe environment. "Look, I swear, I really did love Dan. Maybe a little too much. I just... I wanted him to love me back. So, I got some advice and I confided in my hairdresser about the affair."
Sam sat in his spot across from her.
"Wait, women actually do that?" Dean scoffed.
Sam and Eden gave him a warning look.
"She told me that there was a way to get him back." Melissa continued. "I knew she... She dabbled in stuff."
"Wait a second," Sam started. "What kinda 'stuff' are you talking about here?"
"She calls herself a White Witch. Listen, I don't know if you believe in that sort of thing, I normally don't, but I was desperate." Melissa's tone of voice was pleading, needing them to believe her.
"Let me guess, she gave you a spell." Dean interjected.
"Yes." The woman breathed. "A return to love spell."
"Eesh. Those can be nasty at the best of times if not done right. Never seen one do this before." Eden frowned.
"All I had to do was chant it and... Seal it with a kiss." Melissa sobbed. "But I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I swear, I just wanted my husband back."
Sam glanced to Eden, knowing that this was usually her cue to be the 'fellow female', empathetic one.
"Look, we all do crazy things when we're in love. This wasn't your fault." She said, moving over to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Do you happen to have a copy of the spell on you?" Sam asked.
"Oh, yes, yes." Melissa exclaimed through her tears, reaching into her handbag to grab an old looking piece of paper.
She handed it over to the younger Winchester, who looked it over, then pulled open his laptop.