Elizabeth and Dean found themselves standing in the middle of the black fog. No sign of Sam. No sign of the Impala. No sign of anything or anyone.
"What the Hell?" Dean frowned.
A woman appeared in front of them. A long black dress that hugged her curves and long dark brown hair in loose curls.
"Hey!" Dean called out to her. "The Hell's going on?"
She turned, looking at the pair from the corner of her eye before facing them fully.
She was stunning, to say the least. Positively divine.
"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked.
"I am..." She paused herself, looking to Dean with a soft smirk. "I am the Darkness."
Her voice was like silk enveloping them in a cold hug.
"You're the freakin' Darkness?" The Winchester narrowed his eyes.
"I wanted to thank you, Dean. For setting me free. It's been too long." She uttered.
"Well... Now that you've said your thanks, let's talk about what happens next." Dean said.
"I like it here." She smiled, ignoring him. "With you two. I haven't felt this peaceful in a long, long time."
"Well, let's get something straight - We're not here to bring you peace." Dean retorted. "I know what you are. We know what the Darkness is."
"Really?" The woman frowned. "I've been gone so long, I didn't think anyone remembered."
"Well, Death painted a Hell of a picture." The Winchester cocked his brow.
The woman tilted her head.
"I don't know this 'Death' and... He doesn't know me."
"So, you saying I shouldn't try and kill you right now?" Dean held up his knife.
"Am I saying that?" She took a couple of steps towards him. "Or are you?"
"If you're as bad as they say you are, why haven't you hurt us?" The Winchester asked.
"For the same reason that you'll never hurt me." The Darkness replied, slipping aside the strap on her dress, revealing the Mark of Cain by her left collar bone. "We're bound, Dean. We will always be bound. You helped me, I helped you. No matter where I am, who I am. We will always help each other."
Her face was merely inches from Dean's and he was too nervous to move.
"What about Elizabeth? If we're bound by the Mark, why is she here?" He pressed.
"Elizabeth?" The woman frowned. Dean motioned back to the Vampire. "Ah, is that what she goes by these days? In my day, she went by a different name."
"Eden." Elizabeth nodded. "I don't remember much about her. I had my memories wiped a couple of centuries ago."
The Darkness smiled.
"Then it looks like you and I have some catching up to do. I'll see you soon, Dean." She said.
Before Elizabeth could so much as blink, Dean had vanished.
"So... You know who I am?" Elizabeth frowned.
"Of course I do." The woman chuckled. "I made you."
She took a few steps towards the Vampire, beginning to circle her.
"Though, something's wrong. You're not at your full strength." She frowned. "You had far more than your memories taken from you, didn't you?"
"You made me? What does that mean?" Elizabeth asked.
"Are you familiar with the name 'Amara?'" The woman cocked a perfectly arched brow.
Elizabeth's eyes widened.
"Aunty Amara..." She breathed.
"That's right, my Angel. Now, let's give back what was taken from you, shall we?"
Amara cupped the sides of Elizabeth's head and stared so deep into her eyes, it could've reached her soul... It most likely did.
The Vampire's head shot back as images of a forgotten past rushed through her brain at a million miles per second.
The Garden... Her mother, father and siblings... Magic... Talking with snakes... The massacres... Alexander... Rowena... Wings. Black, leathery wings with burgundy spines.
When Amara released her, Elizabeth gasped out, staggering backwards.
"Oh my God..."
"I have to leave you now, my Angel. This form is not constant." Amara told her, backing away.
"But... I have so many questions." Elizabeth cried. "Amara, please!"
"And I shall answer them. In due time. I swear."

Elizabeth woke up in a field, surrounded by yellow and purple wildflowers.
She groaned as she sat up, rubbing her head.
The first thing she noticed was that... She was starving.
Images of memory fragments kept flashing through her mind as she staggered towards the smell of Sam's blood, slowly drying on the floor in the Mexican bar.
When she got back there, the Impala was gone.
The Vampire limped towards the trunk of her Camaro, opening up the cooler inside.
She guzzled down blood bag after blood bag until the cooler was empty.
She felt a little better, but certainly not much.
Elizabeth worked her way around the car after closing up the trunk and began to drive in the general direction of the Bunker.

After almost crashing a couple of times with images of the massacres running through her brain, Elizabeth eventually caught up with the boys.
They were sat with an officer in a Sheriff's department uniform at the scene of a crash. There was a crashed car, a road construction truck, an ambulance and the Sheriff's squad car on scene, parked in the middle of the road - bodies of workmen scattered all around the place.
Closing her car door drew the attention of the Winchesters over to her.
"'Liza?" Sam called, running over to her. "Where the Hell have you been?"
"Sam..." She panted, struggling to keep her balance.
She ran out of Camaro to lean on and ended up almost falling, but Sam lurched forward and caught her before her face made contact with the asphalt.
"Baby, what's wrong? What happened?" His voice ached with concern as he wrapped his arms around her to keep her steady.
"Is there any blood in that ambulance? I'm starving..." She panted.
"Dean!" Sam yelled. "Check the ambulance for blood bags and get over here!"
Dean looked over, seeing the state of the Vampire. He rushed into the back of the ambulance and grabbed as many blood bags as he could carry before running over to them.
"What the Hell happened to you?" He asked her, handing her a bag.
Elizabeth took it from him and ripped it open, chugging it down so fast that some of the red liquid dripped down her chin and onto her black tank top and Sam's khaki jacket.
The boys had never seen her like this and it was worrying them.
She beckoned for another as she discarded the empty one.
After repeating the action with that and a third, Dean held the other two in his hands back.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" He frowned. "I don't need you losing it."
"Dean, look at her. Just give her the damn bags." Sam huffed.
The older brother sighed, handing another one over.
By the time Elizabeth ran out of bags, she was at least standing on her own.
"The Darkness... She gave me back my memories." She breathed, rubbing the heel of her hand on her temple. "I remember everything. It's all coming at me at once and its burning."
The brothers looked to each other.
"You remember Eden?" Sam asked.
Elizabeth nodded.
"I keep remembering everything I did... It's driving me insane." She whimpered.
Sam sighed, taking her in his arms and running a soothing hand down her hair.
"This is huge." Dean's brows raised. "You remember what you are?"
"Dean, save the questions for later." Sam told him. "She's exhausted."
"Now's not the time to be exhausted, we've got a situation." The older brother said.
"What situation?" Elizabeth asked.
"Rabid people. Crazies style. With weird, black veins on their throats. The Deputy over there said the workmen she faced weren't stopping for anything." Dean explained.
"Crap..." Elizabeth sighed. "She's hurt. I can smell it from here. What happened?"
"She got caught on some rebar. We need to get her to the hospital." Sam told her.
"Let's go then." Elizabeth sighed.

With the images still rushing in, the Vampire was in no fit state to drive, so Sam drove her car whilst Dean went with the Deputy; Jenna, in the Impala.
The hospital didn't look much better than the road.
There was an ambulance parked outside with the back doors wide open and a paramedic dead on the floor next to an overturned gurney.
The boys got out to grab Jenna a wheelchair and load up a duffel bag with about half of the contents of both trunks.
Inside the hospital, things were so much worse. There were bodies and blood everywhere. The reception phone was ringing, making Elizabeth wince at the sound.
She walked over to the desk, picked up the phone and instantly placed it back down on the receiver.
"I gotta call this in." Jenna said.
"No, bad idea." Dean replied. "More people, more bodies. We'll deal with this."
"You know what, Dean, I'm gunna take a look around, you sew her up. 'Liza you come with me so we can top up your stash." Sam said, releasing his grasp on the Deputy's wheelchair.
"Alright. You know this place?" The older brother asked the woman.
"This way." Jenna sighed, pointing straight ahead.

With their guns cocked and ready, Sam and Elizabeth made their way through the corridors as quietly as they could.
A banging from round a corner made them jump.
Sam motioned for them to hide behind a reception desk to see what was causing it.
Down the corridor on their left, was one of the workmen from the road they'd come from, using a pills cart to ram at a door. Not long after they stopped to watch, he gave up on the cart and began punching the door with animalistic grunts.
He stopped that too, jolting his head in their direction, making the pair slip back against the desk before they were spotted.
The workman began to walk towards them, breathing heavily and loudly. But just as he was about to turn and see them, a baby began to cry. It sounded as though it was coming from the room he was so desperately trying to enter.
The workman turned back and instantly began throwing the pill cart at the door again.
"We've got to help that baby." Elizabeth whispered.
"Yeah, I know. How strong are you feeling?" Sam asked.
"Not sure I could take whatever that is on my own. I grab, you shoot?"
"Yeah. Sounds good." Sam nodded.
Just as they were about to activate their plan, a different crashing sound came.
They looked round the desk, seeing the workman on the floor.
They hesitantly walked over, guns at the ready.
Elizabeth knelt down by him and put two fingers to his neck, littered with black, protruding veins.
"He's dead." She frowned up at Sam.
The door he'd been trying to bust through was the Janitor's closet.
Sam knocked on it.
"Hello?" He called.
"Is he dead?" A man's voice asked from the other side.
"Yeah, he's dead." Elizabeth replied.
"It's okay to come out, we're FBI." Sam said, pulling out his badge and slipping it under the doorframe.
They waited a second or so and then the door unlocked, revealing a white male who looked to be in his late thirties and had a sling for a dislocated shoulder. He was holding a baby, wrapped in a pink blanket.
"Help us." The man whimpered. "Please."
Elizabeth slipped her gun into the back of her jeans and held her arms out.
"Here, let me take her." She said in a hushed tone.
The man was only too happy to oblige.
"Thank you." He breathed.
As soon as Elizabeth touched the infant, a chill ran up her spine, stinging at the base of her skull. She shook it off as a side effect of her memories.

They made it back to Dean, who was just finishing up Jenna's stitches.
"So, tell me about the little one? I'm sure she can't be more than a few hours old." Elizabeth said, stroking the baby's cheek with the side of her index finger.
"Docs said it was gunna be a tough birth, but Janie... She stepped up. When the twister hit and the power went out, she just kept on going, no drugs - just pushed out that little dewdrop like she was nothing... Then Janie started bleeding. They tried but, uh..." The man's voice cracked as he brought his fingers up to rub the tears from his eye. "You'd think they'd know how to stop something like that."
"I'm so sorry, Mike." Jenna said.
"You think you can tell us what happened here?" Dean asked.
Mike cupped his daughter's head in Elizabeth's arms, smiling down at the infant.
"I went outside after... To clear myself. A truckload of 'em pulled up." He started.
"The road crew?" Sam frowned.
Mike nodded. "They didn't say nothing. They just went off, attacking folks like they were possessed. I tore back inside to get this little one. Found that supply closet and, uh, you know... Been there since. I could hear 'em, though. Tearing through the halls - doctors, nurses, they didn't care."
He looked down at the baby and that's when Sam noticed something. He cleared his throat, motioning for Elizabeth and Dean to look. The man had black veins peeking out from the collar of his blue flannel.
"You said the road crew went nuts." The younger brother stated. "Any of them come after you?"
"Yeah, a few of them." Mike replied.
"Did they cut you? Or bleed on you?" Sam pressed.
The man took a few seconds to answer. But eventually, he looked up to the Winchester.
"They did."
"I don't understand. What are you saying?" The Deputy frowned.
"Saying that whatever this is, it might be transmittable." Dean told her.
"What?" Jenna raised her brows. "We don't even know what 'this' is. Now you're saying it can be passed on?"
"He's right." Mike said. "I can feel it. Inside. Something's happening."
"How long's it been since you were attacked?" Dean asked.
"Three, four hours." Mike shook his head. "Real question is; how long 'til I become like them?"
"Well, if we don't know how long you've got, then we best find a way to cure it." Elizabeth nodded.
"Like I said, we don't even know what 'it' is. How the Hell are we supposed to cure it?" The Deputy scoffed.
A pain in the side of Elizabeth's head ripped through her, making her hunch over.
"Take the baby." She gasped.
She was just about to fall to her knees when Sam grabbed her, supporting her arms and the baby long enough for Dean to grab the infant and pass her to the Deputy.
"'Liza! You okay?" The younger brother asked. "I'm gunna go take her to lay down."
"No, we've got work to do and a newborn's dad to save...." She mumbled, clutching her head. "I'll be fine, I just need a minute."
"No. No arguments. You're laying down." Sam ordered.
Elizabeth didn't have the energy to argue any further.
"What's wrong with her?" The Deputy frowned.
"She's just... Been through some crap today." Dean said as Sam led the Vampire to the adjoining room, where a metal surgical table stood.
"I'm sorry it's not the comfiest thing in the world, but it'll have to do." Sam sighed, taking her leather trench coat off her to fold up and use as a pillow.
"I really don't care right now." Elizabeth winced as she laid down.
"I'll be in to check on you soon, okay?" Sam sighed, running the backs of his knuckles down her cheek.
"Go save the world, hero." She gave him a weak smirk.

Eden - appearing teenaged age - was in Alexander's study, reading a book from his expansive library on his couch, her rattlesnake; Karr, sleeping around her neck as he always did.
"Eden, my Flower?" Alexander called as he walked into the room.
"Yes?" She looked up from her book.
Karr awoke from his slumber, also looking to the man.
"Joseph is here. He would like to speak with you." Alexander told her.
"Send him in, please, Alexander." Eden replied, looking back over her book as she ran her fingers along Karr's scales.
Joseph, a tall, muscular man with sandy hair and rich clothes walked in, giving her a nod as greeting. He was her Alpha Vampire.
"What can I do for you, Joseph?" Eden sighed, snuggling her cheek into her snake.
"There's been an... Issue, Lady Eden. The Vampires are restless since you forbade direct feeding. They-" He cut himself off when he realised she wasn't listening. She was too busy with her snake, as always. "Eden, this is quite a pressing matter. If you could just listen for a moment."
"You're the Alpha. You handle it. You know what I say goes and you know my rules. So remind them or take care of it." Eden replied, still not even bothering to look away from her precious reptile.
Joseph glared at her. This was far from the first time this had happened. She was always too busy with that damned creature to care about anything else.
"I may be Alpha, but you are our Mother and our Queen. You should act like it once in a while and rule us." He snapped.
That got Eden's attention.
"Excuse me?" She spat.
"You're always more focused on that infernal animal than any of your children. Perhaps you should take some responsibility once in a while." Joseph retorted.
Eden rose from her seat, placing the book down on the table in front of her. She moved passed it, towards the man, who began to shuffle uncomfortably.
"You are grown adults, are you not? You have come this far in your embarrassingly short and pitiful lives, have you not? So, why must you resort to the state of children when I come into the picture? Hm? Answer me that, Joseph." She growled.
Karr began to twist his body into an 's' shape, hissing menacingly at the man from Eden's shoulder.
"You made us with the intent to rule, Eden. So rule us or your rules be damned." He said. "And if I need to, so help me, I will throw that disgusting thing in the fire." He charged an accusing finger at the snake.
Eden saw red.
She took Joseph's throat in her hand and squeezed.
"You dare make threats against my beloved Karr? Alpha be damned. You are nothing more than a stain to me." She snarled.
"Eden, I'm sorry. I shan't do it again, I swear. Please forgive me." Joseph choked out, clawing at her hand.
The girl smirked.
"This isn't the first time you've insulted my ruling or my precious baby. But it will, most certainly, be your last."
She threw out her other hand towards the double doors to Alexander's study, knowing that he would be back any minute. They slammed shut with her power.
Eden shook her back, revealing her stunning black wings.
Joseph gazed on in horror, having seen what was coming next happen all too many times with others. Never in a million years would he expect it to be his turn.
Eden's right wing charged at him, its razor sharp tip mere inches away from his face.
"This was your final chance. You've let me down." She mumbled.
The girl released Joseph's throat and he instantly began to retreat, his back soon hitting the spelled doors.
"Please, Eden. I beg you. Have mercy." He whimpered, cowering down on his knees.
"Mercy is for those who do not repeatedly irritate me." She sneered. "Goodbye, Joseph."
With one single swoop of her wing, it sliced through his neck like a knife through butter, his head landing on the Persian rug below and rolling away - his terrified expression still clearly written on it.
Eden tucked her wings away and went back to the couch, picking up her book as she de-spelled the doors with a wave of her hand.
Alexander came rushing in, seeing the mess she'd made.
"I hope you realise what you've done, my sweet." He said.
"I do." Eden replied, stroking Karr's head as he hissed happily by her chin. "Now, if you could just get me the next in line, I have a proposition for hi-"