"Hey!" Sam yelled, making himself known as Virgil gunned down several of the show's crew members.
The Angel spun around to shoot him, but just as he pulled the trigger, Dean tackled him straight through a set wall, wasting no time in punching him repeatedly in the face as soon as he was down.
Virgil blocked one, getting his own lick in.
Dean staggered backwards and, just as the Angel was about to make his move, he grabbed him and threw him over a double bed on the set piece.
Sam burst through the set door, Elizabeth coming in from the hole Dean and Virgil had made in the wall.
The Angel went for Sam, but the Winchester got there first, punching him straight in the face so hard that Virgil fell to the floor.
As Elizabeth held him down and Dean punched him, Sam grabbed the key from Virgil's pocket.
"Guys, got it." He said, getting up.
Elizabeth gave the Angel one more punch with all of her strength, just to be sure he wouldn't go anywhere.
It knocked him out cold, instantly.
The set began to rattle. The trio looked around, seeing one of the windows had the symbol from the spell on it, glowing profusely.
"Raphael. Run." Sam growled, but they were shoved back, through the window, by some unknown force before they could.

"You two have the strangest luck." A dark, sinister looking woman in a pantsuit strutted towards them.
Elizabeth looked around. They'd come out of a motel room window. They were back.
"Raphael?" Dean panted, getting to his feet. "Nice meat suit. Dude looks like a lady."
"Now? Really?" Elizabeth scoffed, earning a shrug.
Raphael balled their fist, their powers making it feel as though the trio were being squeezed to bone-breaking point.
The boys fell to their knees in pain. Elizabeth could stand it a little more, but it still hurt like Hell.
But the key fell out of Sam's hand.
Raphael bent down, picking it up just as the rustling of wings sounded.
"And that, will open your locker at the Albany bus station." Balthazar sauntered over to them, a smug smirk decorating his face.
"Really..?" The Archangel sighed.
"You see, I needed a modest decoy to make it more convincing."
"Give me the weapons." Raphael ordered.
"Sorry, darling." Balthazar shrugged as the trio rose to their feet. "They're gone."
"What?" Raphael exclaimed.
"I said; too bloody late." The Angel replied. "You see, they're so well hidden that I needed time to find them, so I volunteered these two marmosets and their Queen of the Damned for a game of fetch with Virgil. You three were such an adequate stick. Thank you. Thank you, boys. Thank you, Lizzie."
"You've made your last mistake." Raphael said.
"Oh, I've got a few more up my sleeve." Balthazar smirked. "Honey."
The Archangel was about to make their move, walking over to him.
"Step away from him, Raphael." Castiel appeared a few feet from them.
"Oh yay..." Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Jimmy's here to save the day... It's so good to be back."
"I have the weapons now. Their power is with me." He continued.
Thunder and lightning came from nowhere, casting a shadow of Cas' wings behind him on a building.
"Castiel." Raphael hissed.
"If you don't want to die tonight, back off." Castiel growled, moving towards the Archangel.
Balthazar watched with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed as Raphael disappeared with nothing but the sound of Angel wings.
"Well Cas," Balthazar started, walking towards him. "Now that you have your sword, try not to die by it." With that, he disappeared.
Castiel stalked over to the trio, enveloping them in a group hug to be able to touch them simultaneously.
"Get the Hell off me, daddy's girl." Elizabeth grumbled. When she looked around, they were back in Bobby's living room, the thunderstorm outside lighting up the room. "I would've rather walked..."
"Wait, you were in on this?" Sam shouted. "Using us as a diversion?!"
"It was Balthazar's plan. I would've done the same thing." Cas replied, facing away from them.
"That's not comforting, Cas." Dean growled.
Castiel slowly turned around.
"When will I be able to make you understand?" He asked. "If I lose against Raphael, we all lose. Everything."
"Yeah, Cas, we know the stakes. That's about all you've told us!" Dean yelled.
"I'm sorry about all this." Cas sighed. "I'll explain when I can."
And then he vanished.
"Friggin' Angels." Dean muttered.
"Once you get into bed with one of them, you're in bed with them all." Elizabeth sighed.
"The Hell's that supposed to mean?" Dean grumbled.
"Funny that you were the one to get antsy about that comment." The Vampire smirked.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Dean's eyebrows knitted together.
"Aw man, Dean. You're too easy." Elizabeth laughed, wiping away a fake tear. She clapped her hands together as she walked towards the hall. "Right, I'm off. This has been fun and all but I need to go get my car and hit the road."
"Wait, you're just leaving?" Sam asked.
Elizabeth turned around to face him.
"Uh, yeah." She nodded, biting her bottom lip. "I got some crap to do anyway."
The room went silent except for the thunder cracking outside.
"Right... Okay then." Dean mumbled. "Fair enough."
Despite the awkwardness she felt she should confront, Elizabeth opted not to, turning again to make her exit, leaving the boys on their own.

The next few months were weird for Elizabeth.
It always played on her mind that she hadn't talked it out with Sam or even so much as asked why he seemed okay again.
She had just been so ready to get out of there and back to solo hunting.
She realised she was better off alone. Getting attached was never really her thing and the boys had Bobby to take care of them and keep them out of trouble.
They didn't need her.
Or that's what she thought, at least.
Those two months didn't last quite as long as she'd hoped.

Elizabeth found herself on one of the rare days she decided to sleep.
That was, until her plans were foiled by her phone ringing.
She groaned, rolling over in the hotel bed.
Through tired eyes, she squinted at the caller ID.
'Impala 1'.
"Dean. Do you know what time it is in Vampire hours?"
"Missed you too, Vampy Pants. Long-time, no see." The deep, growled tones of the older Winchester brother vacated the phone's speaker with harshness, spiking the Vampire's sleep-ridden ears.
"Someone had better be dead." Elizabeth sighed, sitting up in the bed.
"That's our endgame. Though, we may need your expertise to get there." Dean replied.
"What do you need?" The Vampire asked.
"A tour guide round Sunrise, Wyoming. We need to go back to eighteen sixty-one to get some Phoenix ash. It's a long story. Can you get to Bobby's?"
Elizabeth took a pause, thinking it over.
"I'm guessing if time travel's involved, that irritating toddler in a suit has something to do with it."
"Yeah, Cas is here. You two really need to sort out whatever crap you got goin' on between you. You'd make a Hell of a team." Dean chuckled.
"He started it when he called me an abomination. However I choose to retaliate is none of your concern." Elizabeth retorted. "Give me a few hours. I'll be at Bobby's right after I take a quick detour for a more appropriate choice in clothing."
"Crap, I didn't even think about that. I suppose we should do that too." Dean sighed.
"I'm assuming 'we' means Sam's there too." Elizabeth ran a hand through her hair.
"Of course."
"Is he... Him again? Sorry I never asked in the Twilight Zone."
"He's got his soul back, yeah. You've got a lot of catching up to do, gorgeous. Now get your ass over here ASAP." Dean told her.

After stopping at one of her many storage lockers, the trip to South Dakota was a long one.
Would Sam remember everything they did?
Would he be back to his old, regular self or changed?
Has the Angel grown a pair yet?
But eventually, Elizabeth got there.

"Hey." She smiled, walking into the house, where Bobby was at his desk.
"What d'ya know? The prodigal Vampire returns." He chuckled, getting up to move round his desk and give her a hug.
"Hey, Bobby. I'm sorry it's been so long."
Just as they separated, Sam and Castiel walked in.
Elizabeth made eye contact with the younger brother for a fraction of a second before she moved her gaze downwards.
Truth be told, the words he'd said before she left him with the Campbell's had stuck with her the entire time.
'For the record, I don't think it was Dean who was the best chance of getting my soul back.'
The Vampire shook her head, shaking herself out of her thoughts. Clearly, he'd been wrong.
"Hey... Sam." She gave an awkward half smile.
"Hey, Elizabeth." He replied, looking just as awkward as she did.
"Elizabeth." Castiel nodded a monotonous greeting.
The immortal scowled up at him through her eyelashes.
"Pigeon." She uttered before looking back to Bobby. "Where's Dean?"
"Supply run, he said. I don't know." Sam spoke up.
"Um, about your plan." Castiel shuffled uncomfortably. "You'll only have twenty-four hours."
The eyes of the two men and the Vampire widened.
"Wait, what? Why?" Sam asked.
"Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed as a series of partial differential equations." Castiel answered, taking a few steps towards the other three.
"Yeah, aim lower." Bobby scoffed.
"The further back I send you, the harder it becomes to retrieve you. Twenty-four hours is all I can risk. If I don't pull you home within that time, you'll be lost to me." The Angel explained.
Dean walked into the house with a few shopping bags in each hand.
"Well, then we'd better get you a watch." He shrugged.
"What the Hell's all that?" Bobby frowned, gesturing to the bags.
"We're going native. Gotta blend in." The older brother said as though it were obvious as he handed a bag to Sam.
"Uh, no thanks. I'm fine." Sam refused.
"Sam." Dean huffed.
"Dean, I can wear this." Sam gestured to his current outfit of jeans, a t-shirt, a flannel over that and a khaki coloured jacket.
"And look like a spaceman?" Dean retorted.
Sam sighed heavily.
"Look, just because you're obsessed with all the Wild West stuff-"
"No, I'm not." Dean protested.
"You have a fetish." Sam cocked a brow.
"Shut up. I like old movies." Dean practically pouted like a spoiled child.
"You can recite every Clint Eastwood movie ever made, line for line." Sam countered.
"Seriously?" Elizabeth giggled.
"Even the monkey movies?" Bobby grimaced.
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Especially the monkey movies."
"His name is Clyde." Dean corrected. "At least wear the damn shirt."

Elizabeth could hear Sam making comments about how he hated his outfit and that he looked stupid from upstairs as she tightened the corset she'd barely worn for over a century.
Once dressed, she looked herself over in the mirror.
Gone was her usual black make-up, dark red lips, modern corset, leather pants, boots and leather trench coat. She now wore a tan coloured button-up shirt tucked into a pair of extra wide leg brown trousers that stopped at her ankles - perfect for horseback riding and running when necessary whilst still looking like a skirt. Putting on a pair of brown lace up boots, a brown gunslinger's hat and brown leather belt, she was good to go.
All chit chat ceased when she walked down the stairs.
"Oh, wow." Sam's mouth hung partially open.
"Where the Hell did you get that?" Dean asked.
"I keep almost all of the clothes I've worn throughout the centuries. It brings me nostalgia. Turned out to be a useful decision, after all." She smirked, looking down at the ensemble.
"Is it customary to wear a blanket?" Castiel asked, gesturing to Dean's choice in outfit.
Elizabeth took notice of the garment and sniggered.
"It's a sarape. And, yes. It's uh..." He paused, trying to find the right words, but only caught Elizabeth's highly amused, almost smug expression. "Nevermind. Let's go."
He walked over to Bobby's desk, where the older man was packing jewellery into a duffle bag.
"What's this?" Dean asked.
"Where you're goin', they don't take plastic." Bobby informed him, dumping the bag in the older brother's arms.
"I'll send you back to March fourth. That should give you time to find the Colt... And this Phoenix creature." Castiel said, moving himself into position.
"Alright." Dean smiled, clapping his hands together in anticipation. "See ya at high noon tomorrow."
Castiel approached the brothers and touched their foreheads, causing a bright light to wash over the room. By the time Elizabeth looked back at where they had been, they were gone. The Angel then touched Elizabeth's forehead and she too disappeared in a flash of white light.