Whilst the boys were on Eve duty, Elizabeth had separated from them again on the condition that, if they needed help, they were welcome to call on her. After all, there were still plenty of other creatures out there whilst the Winchesters were occupied.
It wasn't long before that call came through.
Elizabeth was half way through interrogating a Demon when it happened.
"Excuse me a second." She told him as she pulled her phone from the back pocket of her black skinny jeans. "Hunters are us. They shake 'em, we salt 'em. Elizabeth speaking."
"If this wasn't an emergency, I'd be laughing my ass off right now." Dean sighed.
"What's wrong?" Elizabeth frowned, running her fingers through her long, red wine hair.
"It's Sam. The wall Death put up in his head to stop him remembering the Cage is down. I need you to come to Bobby's." The older brother sounded panicked.
Elizabeth was already grabbing her car keys as soon as he said Sam's name.
"You just gunna leave me here?" The Demon asked.
"Pretty much. So get comfy." She replied before going back to her call. "I'm on my way."

As soon as she got out of the car, Elizabeth Vamp sped into the house.
"Dean?!" She called out.
"Down here!" The older brother yelled from the basement.
Elizabeth ran downstairs, stopping at the huge iron door of Bobby's panic room, in which Sam was laying on a cot.
"What happened?" She asked, turning to Dean and Bobby.
"Cas betrayed us. He's been working with Crowley to get the gates to Purgatory open." Dean told her.
"That backstabbing little cretin." Elizabeth growled, staring at Sam's unconscious body as her fists tightened in fury.
"He had some sort of seizure on your way here. There must be one Hell of a battle going on inside that melon of his." Bobby sighed, leaning on the door frame.
"Is this thing Vampire proof yet?" Elizabeth asked him, gesturing to the panic room.
Bobby shook his head.
"Keep getting busy." He shrugged. "Go ahead."
Elizabeth nodded, stepping into the room.
She knelt down on the floor beside Sam, taking his hand.
Giving Dean and Bobby a look, they shuffled back up the stairs.
Elizabeth sighed, gazing down at the younger Winchester.
"Hey Sam... It's me. I've got to be honest; you've officially scared the crap out of me. I don't think my car's done that amount of mileage that quickly in a long while." She let out a small chuckle. "Dare I say that... Everytime I leave you, it really bloody hurts? I'm constantly worried about you. A part of me knows you'll be alright. But actually having a reason to worry, like right now, it's excruciating. I just want to dive headfirst into your mind and save you from whatever Hell you've got going in there right now." She sighed, looking away from him to think her words over before continuing. "I think... I think Samuel was right. We have this connection, you and I. Even when you didn't have your soul, I just felt compelled to stay, no matter how much you pissed me off – that I needed to be there for you. I tried to convince myself I was doing it for Dean or because of the promise I made to your father. But it wasn't. It really wasn't. I never should've left you after eighteen sixty-one. I think I'm going to learn from that. I'll never leave you again, Sam. So long as you want me there, I promise I won't leave. Just... Please... Get better."
Elizabeth lifted herself to her feet and leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Sam's cheek before going back upstairs.
"You good?" Dean asked, walking over as she closed the basement door.
"Me? I'm fantastic." She scoffed. "If you'll excuse me a moment."
Dean and Bobby watched as she vacated the house.
After a few crashes and the sound of various metal items making violent contact, the two men glanced at each other.
"So long as she's not beatin' on my useable spare parts, she can do what she likes." Bobby shrugged, wandering off into the kitchen.

A few hours later, Elizabeth found herself back at Sam's side with his limp hand in hers. She was gently singing Good Riddance by Green Day, recalling Sam saying that he was a fan. Dean sat in a chair behind her, nursing a glass of whiskey as he half-listened in.
"Look what the cat dragged in." Bobby's voice came from outside the panic room.
Elizabeth stood up from her spot on the floor, inspecting the Angel behind Bobby, silently judging the celestial dressed as though he were a washed up music producer, as usual.
"Balthazar?" She scowled. "What the Hell are you doing here?"
"Nice to see you too, Lizzie." The Angel nodded a greeting, his signature smug smirk decorating his lips.
"He's help." Dean told her.
"Oh, I wouldn't go that far." Balthazar chuckled as he looked around the panic room at all the sigils. "Well, at least you monkfish finally got the Angel-proofing right. How's sleeping beauty? You didn't steal any kisses, I trust."
"Always nice to be reminded that there's an Angel with a smaller stick up his arse for a change." Elizabeth commented.
"The Hell took you so long?" Dean growled, walking up to the new edition, who was walking away from him.
"Honestly?" Balthazar turned around to face him. "I was having second thoughts."
"About?" Dean scoffed.
"About whether to help you. I was thinking; maybe... Maybe I should rip out your sticky bits instead." The Angel gave a small smirk.
"And what did you decide?" Bobby asked.
Balthazar looked between the three and sighed.
"Well..." He said, reaching into his pocket for something. He pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to Dean. "Cas and Crowley are there. That's where the show gets started."
"Can someone actually explain to me what he's doing? Kinda been out of the picture." Elizabeth frowned.
"Cas and Crowley are opening the gates to Purgatory." Dean replied, looking at the slip of paper.
Elizabeth gave a nod, peeking over Dean's shoulder at the paper.
'221 Piermont Ave. Bootback, Kansas.'
"Alright, well give us a minute to pack up and then zap us there." Dean instructed.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no. I don't think so." Balthazar chuckled.
"Balthazar!" Dean gave a warning growl.
"I'm betraying a friend here." The Angel protested, his gaze darting between the three before him. "A very powerful friend. We all are. So, I think I've stuck my neck out far enough already. Good luck."
Before anything else could be said, Balthazar disappeared.
"Great. Two Humans and a Vampire taking on an Angel and the King of Hell with nothing but our good looks. Sounds like a great plan to me." Elizabeth rolled her eyes, stepping back into the panic room. "If we've all got a death wish."
"We'll find a way." Bobby told her. "We always do."
Elizabeth sighed deeply as she sat back down on the floor next to Sam's cot.
"I'm glad he's not awake for this. At least here, battling it out in his head, he's not out here with us about to get slaughtered." She mumbled, resting the right side of her face on his forearm.

Dean stood by as Bobby packed a duffel bag full of guns, knives and a couple of Angel blades.
"Time's up, Dean." Bobby said, walking over with the bag.
"Yeah, just a second." Dean replied, looking down at his younger brother and Elizabeth. "You really care about him, don't you?"
Elizabeth lifted her head from Sam's arm, making eye contact with the older sibling.
"I care about both of you, just to clarify... But, yeah. I suppose I do." She gave a sharp exhale, passing it off as a singular, humourless chuckle. "I can't remember the last time I felt like this about anyone."
"We'll get him back." Dean told her. "I know we will."
"Yeah..." Elizabeth whispered, looking back to the younger brother. "But in what state?"
"It doesn't matter. We'll pick up the pieces and be there for him when he wakes up. So long as we get him back." Dean replied, handing her the slip of paper with the address on it. "If he wakes up before we get back and he seems okay, you know where we'll be."
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Elizabeth frowned.
"Honestly, I'd love the extra back-up. But one; I don't want to leave Sam on his own in such a vulnerable state and two; we don't know what he's going to be like when he wakes up. For all we know, he could be dangerous – to himself or others. I need someone I trust to take care of him if Bobby and I don't come back." Dean sighed.
Elizabeth stood up and walked round the cot, embracing the older brother in a hug.
"I'll protect him with my life, Dean. I promise." She whispered.
Dean wrapped his arms around her middle, tucking his face into the crook of her neck.
"Thank you, Elizabeth." He mumbled.

It was another couple of hours before anything happened.
Elizabeth was reading a book at the desk in the panic room when Sam began to convulse.
She threw the book down and ran to him, holding down his shoulders.
"Come on, Sam. Fight it. Please. I know you can do this." She told him.
It looked as though he was being tortured from the inside out.
But then... It just stopped.
Elizabeth hesitantly released him, sighing deeply.
"Christ, I need a drink..." She mumbled to herself.

Upstairs, the Vampire went to the refrigerator, grabbing the first available blood bag.
She was about to take the tab off and take a sip when she heard a creek of the floorboards.
With her back to the door, she slowly put the blood bag down, ready to fight whatever was behind her.
She heard shaky, shallow, panting breaths as whatever it was staggered towards her.
Elizabeth slowly moved her hand towards the knife block in front of her, grabbing the biggest kitchen knife on display.
"Elizabeth." Sam's voice sounded.
The Vampire spun around, gasping at what she saw.
He looked like death warmed up, but he still looked as beautiful as ever through her eyes.
She froze in her spot as he walked up to her, stopping merely inches away – so close that she would've had to arch her neck back as far as it went if she were to look up at him, so instead, she decided to look down and just about anywhere else.
He made her feel vulnerable. She hadn't realised it until she poured her heart out to him down in the panic room, but now that she'd been made aware, she couldn't think of anything else.
"I just wanted to say," He mumbled, hooking his index finger under her chin to get her to look at him. As her ice blue eyes made contact with his hazel ones, Elizabeth's breath hitched sharply. "I wanted to say that I heard you. And thank you."
Elizabeth's lips parted as her gaze differed between Sam's eyes and mouth.
"W-what did you hear?" She asked, barely above a whisper.
"I heard you talking to me. About our... Connection." As he spoke, Elizabeth felt his fingers brush against hers, sending electric sparks up her arm. "I heard you singing Green Day and I heard what you and Dean were talking about. It helped me through everything – you gave me the power to defeat my demons in there. So... Thank you."
"I, uh..." Elizabeth couldn't get the words out to save her life. Her brain had clouded over due to being in such close proximity to the man she so desperately desired. She licked her lips nervously. "You're welcome, Sam."
He gave her a small smile as the brushing of fingers turned into a gentle hand holding, slowly leaning down.
She wasn't sure when it happened, but Elizabeth's hand had glided up Sam's arm, stopping to cup his elbow and pull his hand towards her.
He had received the silent message. His large hand rested on her corseted hip, applying just enough pressure to bring her in closer.
Elizabeth's five foot three frame was vastly overshadowed by his height, since he had just over a foot on her. To meet him, she propped herself up on her toes, even with heeled boots on, it was a necessary action.
The hand resting on his elbow traveled upwards, running softly up his muscular bicep to finish its journey at his jawline.
As they neared their goal, their eyes fell to a close just in time for their lips to meet.
The heat that naturally radiated off Sam enveloped Elizabeth beautifully as they moved in perfect sync.
The hand that had been holding Sam's suddenly felt cold as he released it to cup her face, neither caring that a good portion of her deep crimson hair had got caught up in the mix.
By the time he had to part from her for air, Elizabeth's brain had all but turned to mush. He was the only thing on her mind that simultaneously destroyed it and kept it together.
Sam rested his forehead on hers, his eyes still closed.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." He whispered.
Elizabeth let out a small giggle.
"I'm not sure I even realise how long I've wanted to do that for, to be fair." She said, suddenly realising the situation outside of what had just happened. "Crap... I, uh... I don't want to kill the mood, but we need to go."
Sam frowned, feeling a little lost as she walked away from him.
"Why?" He asked.
"Dean and Bobby are facing Castiel. There's a good chance this could all go south." Elizabeth explained as she grabbed her car keys from Bobby's desk. "Dean told me to stay here with you and meet them if you woke up. So we should definitely go. If you're feeling up to it, of course."
"Let's go then." Sam nodded, following her out.

In the Camaro, Elizabeth tried her hardest to keep her mind on the road, but feeling Sam's eyes on her every thirty seconds or so was more than a little distracting.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Surprisingly okay." He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. "How about you?"
"What about me?" Elizabeth frowned.
"If I remember correctly, you said I was scaring the crap out of you while I was out cold."
"Oh." The Vampire huffed. "I'm fine now that I know you are. The only thing left to worry about is how Dean and Bobby are doing right now."

About ten minutes away from the designated location, Elizabeth forced the car to a stop when an upturned wreckage came into view.
"Oh, Crap..." She gasped. "That's the Impala."
Before Elizabeth had even come to a complete stop, Sam unbuckled his seatbelt and got out, running towards the wreck.
"They're not here!" He called out to her as she exited the Camaro.
"They probably walked the rest of the way. It's not far. We should go." Elizabeth replied.
"Hold on a second." Sam instructed, moving to the trunk of the Impala.
He tried to force it open, to no avail.
Elizabeth sighed, walking over to him.
"Here, let me." She said.
Sam shifted out of the way, watching as Elizabeth grabbed the trunk door and ripped it completely off the hinges, making everything that wasn't attached fall to the floor.
Sam gave a slightly shocked, slightly impressed chuckle.
Elizabeth glanced up at him, smirking at his reaction.
The duffel bag Bobby had previously packed was still there, making Elizabeth worry that they'd just gone in there without weapons or a plan.
"Those morons really think they can just talk their way out of this one?" She scoffed, throwing the bag over her shoulder. She then looked over to Sam, who looked like he was trying to beat off the worst migraine ever. "Sam? Are you okay?"
He didn't answer. His eyes were locked shut, the ball of his hand pressed against his forehead.
"Sam..." Elizabeth repeated, placing a hand on his upper arm.
The Winchester jumped at the contact, his eyes shooting open to look directly at her. His chest rose and fell as he panted through whatever had just happened in his head.
"Are you alright?" Concern dripped from the Vampire's lips.
He nodded.
"We've got to get moving." He said, making a move for the car.
Elizabeth sighed, watching him go. She knew he wouldn't let her worry about him until Dean and Bobby were safe.