When Dean got back, he had company.
"'Liza! Sammy! Get out here!" He yelled from the War room, knowing the Vampire would hear him.
"Ugh. He's calling us..." Elizabeth groaned, curling into Sam's side in bed.
"Get your asses out here!" The older brother continued to call.
"Sounds like he's got someone with him. I can hear two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs. Could be important." The Vampire frowned.
"We should probably go see what's going on." Sam sighed, running his fingers along the dip of her spine.
Once dressed, they exited the bedroom and met Dean in the cell.
He was in the process of chaining up a blonde man... With a Styne crest on his wrist.
"We send you out for pizza and you come back with a meal for me too? How considerate of you, Dean." Elizabeth smirked as she leaned against the cell door with her arms folded.
"Hold your horses, Vampy Pants." The older brother replied before turning to the man. "Here's how this works. You're strong, I'll give you that, but you can bleed and hurt just like the next guy. So, I'm gunna ask questions and you're gunna give answers or its gunna get crazy real quick. I'm sure my incredibly sexy friend here worked up quite the appetite whilst I was gone, hey, 'Liza?"
"Positively starving, my darling." She winked to the chained man, who simply smiled.
"Well, I hope you got some time." He said. "I'm not the usual breed of cat."
"They're not either. And I'm not the usual breed of Vampire." Elizabeth retorted.
"Did you kill that girl in Omaha?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Mr Styne smirked. There was a moment's silence where he looked down at Dean's arm before he spoke up again. "So, it's true. You have the Mark of Cain. My sympathies. That's why you wanted the book - to remove it."
"We wanted the book because that's where your power comes from." Sam told him. "See, our family business is putting guys like you out of business."
"Oh." The man breathed. "That's impressive. Let me tell you about my family business. You're in way over your heads. The family is vast - spread over the world. And that power that you mentioned? Doesn't come from the book. It comes from intelligence and will. The book facilitates. Stock market dive, recession, nine eleven, any of them ring a bell? Arab spring? Didn't even break a sweat."
"Okay." Sam nodded. "Why?"
"Well, you gotta be in it to win in, boys." The man chuckled. "And... The little lady, of course - my apologies. Don't let it be known that I was ungentlemanly. But, you see, chaos breeds fear. Fear breeds panic and panic breeds desperation and there's always profit to be made from desperation. You make a big enough mess, it has to get cleaned up. We've been in the fix-it business for a thousand years and business has never been better."
They were interrupted when Sam's phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a call from Castiel.
"Now, for the last eighty years, we haven't had the book. With the book, we're unstoppable." Mr Styne continued.
Sam cleared his throat and held up a finger before leaving the room with a small glance to Elizabeth.
"Sorry about that. You were saying." The Vampire give a sickeningly sweet smile.
"The girl you killed. Why take her eyes?" Dean asked.
"Now, that whole situation... Unfortunate." Mr Styne sighed. "We normally never leave a body when we harvest."
"Yeah, I've heard about this harvesting lark from you guys before..." Elizabeth frowned. "What exactly does that mean?"
"It's a family specialty." Mr Styne replied. "Bioengineering. Surgical enhancements. And I'm not talking about nose jobs."
He lifted up his button down shirt and vest, revealing a thick scar running down the length of his torso.
"See? Two hearts in here, bunch of extra muscles - especially in the legs. Every man in the family's had a little something. Pretty much what you'd expect though, given the family tree." He said.
"So you take the body parts and stitch them to yourself... Like some sort of Franken-" Elizabeth cut herself off when she made the connection. Her eyes widened and she gasped.
"Frankenstein. You've got it. You're a sharp little lady, aren't you? We changed our name to Styne out of necessity. You have chanced upon a lineage with a long and proud tradition. I hope you're ready for those consequences." Mr Styne smirked.
"Frankenstein's not real. They're made up." Dean chuckled.
"Yeah, of course." Mr Styne sighed. "And we never had a family acquaintance named Mary Shelley who spent a few nights in castle Frankenstein, stumbled upon our secrets and forced us to change our name and go underground."
"So why didn't Shelley go public?" Dean asked.
"She wrote a freakin' book, Dean. How public do you want?" Elizabeth narrowed her eyes.
"Took the words right out of my mouth, darlin'." Mr Styne smiled. "But no one believed it to be true, just like no one's gunna believe you."
"Well, as long as me, my brother and his girl believe... That's enough." Dean replied, taking a few steps towards him.
"Yeah, well, as mighty as I'm sure your little family is, mine is a juggernaut. We're not ordinary men, we're Spartans." Styne taunted.
Dean took out his blade, holding up to let it gleam in the bulb light.
"But you aren't immortal." He said, pointing the blade at Elizabeth. "She is."
"That Vampire thing we mentioned earlier? It wasn't just some fetish." The Vampire smirked, walking over to him. "Can I eat him yet? Has he run the course of his usefulness?"
"What we are is expendable." He said. "I go down, there's an army of replacements behind me."
"And where does this army call home, hm? Who's bad daddy Frankenstein?" Dean smiled.
"Did you hear when I mentioned that we're underground? They're our secrets."
"Well, I'm swell at uncovering secrets. And so is Elizabeth, here. And we're just killing to know what secrets you've got." Dean retorted, circling him.
"You give me the book and it's conceivable that we have a conversation." Mr Styne offered.
"The book." Dean stated, earning a hummed confirmation. "Dude, we don't have the book. The book was burned."
Elizabeth was beginning to get nervous.
"The book was protected by a spell. It's eternal. It cannot be destroyed." Styne replied.
Dean was facing away from the pair of them at this point. He stopped his aimless wandering around at the man's words. Elizabeth's eyes were fixed on him. It felt like a small age before he turned around, instantly looking to the Vampire.
"Excuse me." He eventually said, leaving the room.
"He didn't know that, did he?" Styne asked, seeing the look on Elizabeth's face. "But, you did... We'll find that book. We always do in the end. Then, we're gunna come for your boyfriend and his brother. And after that? We're gunna dismantle you - see what makes your pretty little immortal self tick and use it to grow."
"Not bloody likely." Elizabeth mumbled, walking out of the cell.

"Let me ask you something." She saw Dean say as she walked down the corridor towards him and Sam.
They were interrupted when a banging noise came from the cell.
They ran back to it, seeing a blood trail on the way in. Styne was gone, leaving nothing but a torn off arm in the shackles.
"Oh, wow." Elizabeth's brows raised. "I'm on it."
"No eating him!" Dean called after her as she Vamp sped down the trail of blood.
She might've been faster, but he was still fast. He had just enough time to escape the Bunker and get out into the woods before she got there.
"Damn it!" She hissed.

Elizabeth and Dean had gone to explore the woods to see if they could find him, using the Vampire as a sniffer dog. But the trail went cold not even that far from the Bunker. The whole thing ended up a bust.
"Hey, any sign of him?" Sam asked as they came back down the Bunker stairs.
"Lotta signs, just no him." Dean replied. "We followed the blood trail - which, by the way, was like the Mississippi - Until it ran dry."
"Meaning what, he bled out?" Sam pressed.
"No way." Elizabeth shook her head as they approached him at the table in the library.
"Meaning that the trail stopped." Dean said. "Vanished. Nada. He sure must've thought he was gunna win that one, 'cause, boy, was he gabby."
"Well, I've been going through everything we have on the Frankenstein's and it's just like Eldon said. I mean, a thousand years of nasty. They made a tonne mobbing up the Black Plague, they started the Hundred Years War..."
"You know, I thought there's a lot of them Stynes. You know, it's like alpha male central. And then I thought - and this is key - I thought 'this is bad, it would really blow if these guys had the book'. I mean, at least they don't have the damn book." Dean wandered around the room ominously as he spoke, ending up behind Sam as he finished his sentence.
Elizabeth looked the pair over from the opposite side of the table.
"Yeah... Yeah." Sam mumbled, not even bothering to look up at him.
Dean leaned over him, placing one hand on the table and the other on the back of his brother's chair.
"At least... The damn book burned." He sighed. "Right, Sam? But then, Eldon Frankenstein, he hits me with this fun little fact." He got up again and continued to pace. "He says that the book can't be destroyed - says that it can't be sliced, diced, shredded, burned, drowned... It cannot be destroyed. Ain't that crazy? Elizabeth, ain't that crazy?"
"Yeah... Crazy." The Vampire breathed through a chuckle.
"Because," Dean continued, leaning back over his brother. "I know I saw something burn." Sam's phone began to buzz on the table. "Sam, you answer that, so help me."
He answered it anyway.
"Hey." He practically whispered.
"Sam, she's gone." Cas told him.
"Who's gone?" Sam asked.
"I've looked everywhere. Charlie is gone."
Sam and Elizabeth's eyes widened in horror.

"Spill. Now." Dean ordered as soon as Sam hung up the phone.
"I didn't burn the book." Sam sighed. "I knew it was the only thing that would get rid of the Mark, so I had Rowena and Charlie help decode it."
"Charlie and Rowena? Is that why that Witch bitch was at the suicide house last month?" Dean shouted.
"The book we found in the Werther Box was a Witch's codex to crack the Book of the Damned. It was also coded, so we needed Charlie to decode that before we could see what the book said." Elizabeth continued.
"I can't freakin' believe it. You got Charlie involved with this again?!" The older brother roared. "And now she's missing!"
Sam's phone buzzed on the table again.
"Charlie. Where are you?" He answered.
"Um, a motel. The Blackbird. Sam, someone is here. They think I have the book." Charlie replied.
"If you have the book, give it to them." Sam told her, getting up from his seat.
"Charlie has the damn Book of the Damned?!" Dean yelled.
"No, I don't have it, I just... I just have my notes." The girl was frantic.
"Give them your notes Charlie, give them the code, whatever they want!" Sam shouted as Dean took the phone off him.
"Charlie, I don't know what the Hell is going on, but you need to listen to me." He said, walking towards the Bunker exit. "Give whoever that is whatever they want, you understand?" She didn't say anything. "Charlie!"
"I can't do that Dean." Her voice was quiet.
It was silent for a moment and then the sound of smashing glass came through.
"'Liza, go, now." Dean ordered.
Elizabeth nodded, disappearing.

She reappeared in Charlie's motel room, Eldon Styne stood right by the doorway.
"You're not going anywhere near her." The Vampire sneered.
"Elizabeth?" Charlie asked from the bathroom.
"Yeah, she's there to protect you until we get there." Dean replied on the other end of the phone.
"Let's dance, little lady." Eldon smirked.
He came at her, swinging with his one good arm.
Elizabeth dodged it, sending him staggering towards the bathroom. She went to make her move, but two more members of the Styne family grabbed her, yanking her back by her hair and arms.
She watched Eldon pound at the bathroom door with his bloody stump.
The Vampire spun out of their grasp, running towards him. He swung his arm, sending her backwards.
"Charlie get out of there!" She screamed, punching one of the other men in the stomach as Eldon continued to break the door down.
Elizabeth reared back into the other guy's chest, raised her arms to grab him by the back of the neck and tossed him over her shoulder just as Eldon got into the bathroom. The Vampire knelt on the guy's neck, putting all of her weight and strength onto it as the first guy came at her again.
She heard Charlie scream. She looked over towards the bathroom. The two guys took her and shoved her to the floor, one pinning her down and shoving a knife through various places in her body, the other pounding punches into her face.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Her bones broke.
The echoes of Charlie's screams rang in her ears.
And then they stopped in one last choked groan...
Elizabeth was barely conscious as Eldon made his exit, covered in blood, smirking down at her as he walked passed.
Elizabeth closed her eyes, channeling all of the pain and emotion.
She roared out with everything she had, a tidal wave of energy burst from her body. The two men who'd attacked her flew back into the wall, every orifice smoking and blackened.
Elizabeth groaned as she got to her knees, crawling over to the bathroom.
When she saw what had happened, the blood-curdling scream she let out could've been heard for blocks.
"Charlie, no!" She sobbed, trying to get to her feet, but it was no use.
She collapsed on the edge of the bathtub, gazing over in horror at the mangled, bloodied corpse of her friend.

Elizabeth wasn't sure how long it had been.
She'd been waving in and out of consciousness for who-knew how long. Everytime she opened her eyes and saw Charlie's blood-soaked body, more tears, more body-wrenching sobs came for her.
She never even heard the Impala pull up or the boys come rushing in.
"Oh God..."
"'Liza... Charlie..."
The sound of their voices made Elizabeth's body twitch.
"She's alive." She'd heard one of them say, she wasn't sure which.
Sam knelt beside her and turned her around so that she was sat against the bathtub.
"I'm sorry... I tried to-" Elizabeth's whispers were interrupted by a cough so hard, blood splattered from her mouth, dripping down her chin.
"Don't speak. Let's get you out of here." Sam told her, wiping away his tears with the back of his jacket sleeve.
With the little effort she could muster, Elizabeth looked up at Dean, who was frozen in place in the bathroom doorway.
Sam scooped her blood-drenched body up into his arms, carrying her out to the Impala.

The drive back was silent, with the exception of a few sniffs from everyone conscious in the car.
It was morning by the time they got back to the Bunker.
Whilst Sam tended to Elizabeth, getting her all the blood she needed to heal up, Dean was outside making a pyre. Once Elizabeth was better, they went out to help.
The older brother had been adamant on carrying Charlie's body out. No one dared to try and offer anything else until it came to placing it on the pyre, when Sam helped.
As her body burned, Sam was the first to speak up, holding Elizabeth close to his side.
"Charlie, we're gunna miss you." He said. "You were the best. And I'm so sorry."
"Shut up." Dean growled. "You got her killed, you don't get to apologise."
"We were trying to help you." Sam replied.
"I didn't need help. I told you to leave it alone." The older brother snapped.
"What were we supposed to do? Just watch you die?"
"The Mark isn't gunna kill me."
"Maybe not." Sam sighed. "But, when it's done with you, you won't be you anymore. Dean, you're all I've got. So, of course I was gunna fight for you because that's what we do."
"Except I'm not all you've got anymore. You've got Elizabeth. She made it out of that Motel room all fine and dandy. Funny how it always seem to be the ones at fault who live while the innocent die." Dean spat.
"I tried to save her, De-"
"Yeah? Well you didn't damn well try hard enough." He cut the Vampire off.
"Listen, we had a shot-"
"Yeah, you had a shot." Dean interrupted again, finally looking at the pair next to him. "Charlie's dead. Nice shot."
"You think I'm-" Sam cut himself off this time as he thought his words over. "You think I'm ever gunna forgive myself for that? It was me who didn't burn the book. It was me who got 'Liza in on it. And Rowena. And Charlie. And Cas."
"You wanna know what I think?" Dean asked, looking back into the flames. "I think it should be you up there and not her. This thing you two have with Cas and that book ends now. Shut it down before somebody else gets hurt. You understand me?"
"What about you?" Sam mumbled.
"Oh, I'm gunna find whoever did this. And I'm gunna rip apart everything and everyone that they ever loved. And then I'm gunna tear out their heart."
"Is that you talking or the Mark?" Sam asked.
Dean looked back at them.
"Does it matter?" He retorted.
He took one last look at Charlie's burning body before walking away.
Sam released Elizabeth from under his arm as he turned and watched his brother leave.
"I'm so sorry, Sam..." The Vampire whimpered.
"Don't." He said. "Just don't."