Elizabeth wasn't sure when it happened, but she was in the passenger seat of the Impala in Sam's arms. Dean was driving passed the South Dakota state line marker.
"Sam?" She whispered.
"Elizabeth. Oh, thank God... We were really worried. You've been catatonic for hours." Sam sighed, nuzzling his nose into her cheek as he gripped her tighter.
"Where are we going?" The Vampire asked.
"Back to the house. He would've wanted his Hunter's funeral on his property." Dean answered.
Elizabeth didn't reply. She simply leaned her head on Sam's shoulder and closed her eyes until she felt the Impala pull into the salvage yard.

They sat in the living area drinking Bobby's whiskey - or blood in Elizabeth's case, until dark.
"I'm gunna go build the pyre." Elizabeth mumbled, getting up from her seat on the couch.
"I'll help." Sam said, moving to get up.
"No. No, it's fine. You guys just relax and drink. You took care of me earlier, now let me do the hard bit."

Bobby's wood shack at the rear of the property was stacked high with trunks ready for chopping for his fireplace. They'd be perfect for the pyre.
One by one, Elizabeth slung the trunks over her shoulder and took them out, building the pyre just as she'd had to do more times than she cared to think about.
She'd gone numb again.
Building had barely even registered in her head, but soon enough, she was done.
She went back inside to grab the boys.
Together, they wrapped Bobby's body and took it outside, setting him down gently on top of the wood pile.
"Does anyone wanna say a few words?" Sam asked.
Clutching the whiskey bottle tightly, Dean took a step forward.
"You were there when dad wasn't. In some ways, you were more of a father to us than he ever could be. I know I can't thank you enough for that, Bobby. You taught me how to throw a football right, how to maintain an alcohol tolerance, how to work the freakin' washer. We're gunna miss the Hell outta you. And uh... We love you." Dean sniffed, pouring some of the whiskey onto the pyre before taking a large gulp as he stepped back.
"What he said, if I'm honest. You've helped us in so many ways. You never let us down, always told us exactly what you thought and what we needed to hear. You never took any crap from anyone. You were our hero - our family. So yeah, we love you, Bobby. And we'll spend the rest of our lives honouring you." Sam said, looking down at Elizabeth next to him.
"I suppose it's my turn..." She sighed, taking a step forward, trying to think of the right words. Once she had, she looked down and gave a small chuckle. "I remember this time after a case, you, John and I stopped at a diner. We ended up talking about my past, but I was trying to remain as vague as possible about time specifics so that you wouldn't clock onto what I was. I told you about my mother. John compared my upbringing to Sam and Dean's - being in the life, always on the road. He compared me to Sam, always with my nose stuck in some book relevant to hunting whilst my mother was out on a case. You agreed. You said 'I've always seen similarities between you and that boy'." Elizabeth gave a small smile, looking back at Sam, who did the same. "How right you were. I suppose you saw it more and more since we've come closer. But what I remember most about that night, a part from it being the first night I laid eyes on those boys, sleeping peacefully in their motel room, was the conversation we had on the couch when we got back here. You said I was doing you and John some good. I really hope you still thought that after you found out what I was. I swear, I'll never forget you, Bobby. Not even if I live a million years. I love you so bloody much. It's been a Hell of a ride."
She stepped back as Dean stepped forward, dousing the pyre with gasoline. Then came the match box.
Elizabeth flinched as they burst into flames.
Dean lazily threw them onto the pyre, causing it to burst into a massive ball of fire.
They stood in silence as it burned; the only noise that wasn't the crackling of the wood was the whiskey sloshing around in the bottle Dean held as he took the occasional gulp.

"You never told us you saw us before we actually met." Sam commented as the trio sat back down in Bobby's living area.
"Never really occurred to me." Elizabeth shrugged.
"Dad and Bobby really thought you were like Sam?" Dean frowned. "All this time, I've been thinking you were just the female version of me..."
Elizabeth cocked a brow.
"You wish you were this cool, Winchester."
Sam gave a small chuckle, drinking from his whiskey glass.
"What other stories do you have?" He asked.
Elizabeth curled up under his opened arm, thinking for a moment.
"There was this time we were seeing who would get drunk first - your dad or Bobby. You guys were asleep upstairs and they'd invited me over. I'd brought over a couple of crates of beer and they had to chug whole bottles as fast as they could. First one to quit or stop to pee lost."
"Who won?" Dean's eyes glistened with fascination.
"Oh, Bobby. Hands down." Elizabeth scoffed, taking a sip from her glass of blood. "Your dad never stood a bloody chance."

The room went silent for a good minute or so. No one really felt the need to say anything, it was just comfortable.
"I think it's time for bed..." Sam eventually yawned.
Elizabeth sat up out of his way.
Sam patted his thighs to get up after placing his now empty glass on the floor.
"Yeah. It's been a long day." The Vampire agreed, doing the same. "Goodnight Dean."
"Night guys." Dean nodded, moving to the couch after grabbing a blanket.

Upstairs in the guest room, Elizabeth changed into a black tank top and black shorts, climbing under the sheets and going into the foetal position instantly.
Sam stripped off down to his boxers and got in behind her, moving to envelope her tiny frame with his.
"Tomorrow's going to be crap, you know that, right?" Elizabeth mumbled, kissing his hand that had tucked itself in the crook of her neck.
"As crap as today?" He replied.
"Crappier. The week after a funeral is always the worst part of the whole process. It's when your brain makes you realise that you're never going to see them again and that you'll have to live the rest of your life without them." The Vampire told him.
Sam sighed.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I've never really thought of it like that. I think I've always been too busy worrying about Dean or trying to find another case or generally trying to save the world."
"One day at a time. We've got this so long as we have each other." Elizabeth whispered, closing her eyes. "Goodnight Sam."
"Goodnight Elizabeth." Sam replied, kissing her shoulder softly.

It had been a couple of months since Bobby's death and everyone was just about bored of grieving. Not that it was something that was just going to go away, but actually doing something other than moping around Bobby's cabin seemed like the best idea - the cabin,due to the fact that Leviathan had blown up Bobby's salvage yard and house a month back.
Sam woke up with a start as his phone rang. He sat up, giving Dean a look.
"Don't give me that dirty diaper look, I ain't callin' you." The older brother spoke slightly defensively, glancing up from his laptop as he researched the head Leviathan on their main quest, before it was interrupted by Vampires.
Elizabeth looked between the brothers and gave a small, breathy chuckle before going back to her book.
"Hello?" Sam grumbled into his phone. "Sheriff... Um, yeah-I mean uh..."
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he turned on his bedside lamp and waited for the 'Sheriff' to speak.
"Okay... Um, so what's up with the body?" He asked, pausing for the reply. "Yeah, yeah that's our kinda number. Hey, question; how does a Sheriff in Sioux Falls end up on a case in Ohio?"
Elizabeth looked up from her book again, glancing over to Dean, who simply shrugged.
"Well, we'll look into it, thanks Sheriff." Sam replied, hanging up the phone. "Sheriff Mills. She caught us one."
"Jody Mills?" Elizabeth frowned, placing her book down on the table behind Dean's laptop.
"Yeah, you know her?" Sam frowned.
"She arrested Bobby and I a couple of times back in the day. Things got a little wild in the bar some nights. Can't believe she made it all the way up to Sheriff." Elizabeth chuckled in mild disbelief.
"Man, we gotta go drinking one day. You sound awesome." Dean smirked, turning back to his brother. "I feel bad. She caught us a case but we didn't get her anything."
"I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I hope you're watching cartoon smut, because reading Dick Roman crap over and over again is just... Self-punishment." Sam sighed.
Dean looked down at his laptop screen, then up at Elizabeth who raised her eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. The older brother let out a barely audible huff and closed the computer.
"It's called anime and it's an art form." He corrected.
Sam glanced between the two sat at the table in the centre of the room, earning a small smirk from the Vampire.
"He's got a point. Anime changed my life." Elizabeth commented, earning an excited grin from the older brother.
"Oh... Not you too." Sam grimaced.
"I mean, none of that tentacle crap... But, you know... Death Note, Black Butler, Di-Gi-Mon, Naruto... Classics." The Vampire shrugged.
"I knew you were more like me than you wanna admit." Dean gave her a classic 'Dean' side smile.
"You wish." Elizabeth shook her head, unable to keep the grin off her face. "Now, come on boys. Pack up and get in the car before I leave you here."
"Oh, hell no, you don't." Dean grumbled.

Elizabeth pulled up outside of an old, seemingly abandoned house. There was a 'for auction' sign on the metal construction fence along with a couple of 'no trespassing' ones. The house itself was grey and looked as though it were about to fall apart, with newspapers covering every window.
"Well, this is nice." Dean commented from the back seat. "Let's check around back."
"Looks like somewhere I crashed for a while a few decades back." Elizabeth visibly grimaced at the memory, pulling away from the house to pull around behind it.

After checking it out and making sure it was clear, the boys started hauling a table and some chairs into the living area.
"Well, there's a semi functioning bathroom and one un-rancid bedroom." Sam informed them as he came down the stairs with a chair.
"Define semi functioning and do not use the words 'hole in the floor'." Dean held up his hand in disgust at the thought.
Sam shuffled uncomfortably, then put out his hand and put a fist in the other, giving his brother a look.
"Oh Jesus, here we go..." Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
They 'rock, paper sissor'ed for who was to get the bedroom, Sam drawing paper, Dean drawing rock.
"Aw c'mon..." The older brother cursed under his breath.

"How does paper beat rock?" Dean asked, watching Sam unfold the double sleeping bag onto the floor in the bedroom upstairs. "It's stupid."
"It's symbolic. When a petition was made to an ancient Chinese Emperor, the petition was signified by a rock. When the Emperor passed judgement on the petition, he would order a servant to place the rock either on top of or underneath the paper to finalise it." Elizabeth informed him.
Dean frowned.
"I'm starting to see why dad and Bobby thought you and Sam were alike." He grumbled, wondering off to somewhere else in the house.
"Was that true?" Sam asked, walking over to her.
"M-hmm. Found it out when I was playing a game of strip poker with some Chinese businessmen in the nineties." She smirked, wrapping her arms around his waist as though her comment had been entirely innocent.
"You're crazy, you know that?" Sam chuckled, pulling her into him more.

The case seemed rather interesting and definitely a welcome change from Vampires and the four walls of Bobby's cabin.
Something had mummified a body in seconds, but finding out what seemed to be the bigger mystery.
Whilst the boys talked to a (quote) 'nut-job who'd smoked one too many' (Dean's words), Elizabeth decided to check out the body.

"The guy said that the vic aged before his eyes after a man in a fedora approached him and cast some sort of red energy." Sam filled Elizabeth in.
"Aged so much he mummified?" Elizabeth frowned, earning a nod from the younger brother. "Sounds like a nasty way to go."
The three sat in the abandoned house at the table they'd put in the living area.
Sam was looking through all sorts of lore on his laptop, Dean was going through John's journal and Elizabeth was mentally filing through her own records.
"Yep. Nothing that turns a dude into a crypt keeper." Dean sighed heavily, closing the journal and lazily throwing it onto the table. "You guys?"
"Nothing I can think of." Elizabeth huffed, watching as Dean leaned down to a cooler to grab another beer.
"Uh, well, greater Canton turns out kind of a hot spot for weird dead bodies." Sam said.
"Hm. You don't say." Dean commented, handing his brother a can.
"Weird how?" Elizabeth frowned.
"Well, in nineteen twenty eight, three deaths cited as spontaneous combustion. Bodies - quote - 'shrivelled despite no signs of fire'."
"Little stretch, but okay." Dean shrugged.
"Seventy four, three bodies found with leathery decay. Uh, fifty seven, three more. Severe dehydration." Sam continued. "This time, one made the front page. Girl named Terry Cervantes found a corpse near her church."
"Any pattern here other than location?" Dean asked, taking a gulp from his beer.
"Random vics, random years. But they seem to drop in threes." Sam replied.
"Always three victims?" Elizabeth asked, earning a nod from the younger brother.
"That's two down, one to go." Dean stated, sliding the laptop over towards himself. "Alright, let me drive for a sec."
"You gunna look at more anime or are you strictly into Dick now?" Sam cocked a brow, making Elizabeth choke on air as she tried to supress a laugh.
Dean gave them both a look before typing away at the keyboard.
Sam saw what his older brother was doing and looked at him in mild shock, peaking Elizabeth's curiosity so much that she scooted her chair over to Dean's other side.
On the computer screen was live feeds from all the local security cameras.
"Are those local feeds?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." Dean replied, looking awfully proud of himself.
"How did you do that so fast?" The younger brother wondered aloud.
"A little tutorial from Frank. Don't worry, we'll pretend this never happened."
"Who's Frank?" Elizabeth questioned.
"He's our new M." Dean smirked.
Elizabeth chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"Now, mummy numero dos was found at the Gas n' Sip near Main Street, right?" Dean continued, typing away at the keys. "Alright, well here's all the cameras around that store."
He leaned back in his chair after pulling up the likeliest camera feed.
"You uh... Need to teach me that trick..." Sam practically whispered.
Dean gave him a little glance and side smirk.
"Hey, look." Elizabeth pointed to the screen.
"Check it out. Timberlake." Dean said.
"Hold on a sec." Sam frowned, pulling the laptop back over to himself.
"Can't let me bask in the glory for one second, can you?" Dean huffed, sipping his beer.
"Shut up. Look." Sam slid the laptop back around.
On the screen was a side-by-side picture of a man from one of the old murder articles and 'Timberlake' from the camera feed.
"They're the same person." Elizabeth gasped.
"He hasn't aged a day, has he?" The older brother commented. "And I don't know what you're acting so surprised about. How old are you again?"
"I was never dumb enough to put myself in front of a camera." Elizabeth playfully glared.
"Alright, well, if he's been popping up for decades, then somebody's bound to know who he is, right? Is there any chance that Terry's still local?" Dean asked Sam.
"You guys go on ahead when you find her. I'll stay here and do some more digging; see if I can't find out what exactly we're dealing with here." Elizabeth nodded.