By the time they'd finished researching, Sam was beyond exhausted.
He collapsed in a heap on the sleeping bag, the sight making Elizabeth chuckle to herself.
"Get some sleep, Sam. I think after today, you've earned it. Jody and I will carry on looking downstairs." She said, softly, kneeling down next to him on the floor.
"Okay. Let me know if you find anything." Sam mumbled, his eyes struggling to stay open.
"I will." She smiled, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. "Goodnight, Sam."
"Goodnight." He replied.
As Elizabeth walked out of the room, something on the floor lining caught her eye.
"Sam..." She gasped, realising what it was.
Sam looked over, seeing where she was pointing to.
On the skirting board, right in Sam's eye line, was his name carved into the woodwork.
Elizabeth knelt down, ripping the piece of wood from the wall.
Tucked inside was a folded up piece of paper.
"What does it say?" Sam asked. Elizabeth handed it to him. "Oh my God..."

"Alright, you asked for it. Young man-" Jody was about to use her 'mom voice' when Sam interrupted her by showing her the piece of paper. "Sammy, turns out Schneider is Chronos... Wait, it's from Dean?"
"Just read." Sam urged.
"I rode him to nineteen forty-four, am working with Eliot Ness, yes that one. Tracked down Chronos, he's banging some chick named Lila Taylor and we got a weapon, we're going after him. Take care of yourself, Sam." She looked up at the younger brother in shock.
"Look at the top." Sam said.
Jody did as asked, reading aloud once again.
"November fifth, forty-four."
"So now we know the exact date Dean had hands on Chronos. All we need is the exact time." Sam spoke hopefully.
"Which we get, how?" Jody asked.
"We ask someone who was there." Sam replied.
"Jody and I will go see Lila Taylor. You go take a nap." Elizabeth told him.
"But-"
"Nope. No 'but's. You've been running on fumes all day. Now go." The Vampire told him, sternly. "I'll wake you when we know more."
Sam huffed, but complied, kissing Elizabeth's forehead before trudging his way back up the stairs.

"Ms Lila Taylor?" Jody addressed her with a gentle voice, grabbing the attention of the old woman in the retirement home they'd found her in.
"Oh, can you get 'the Sullivan Show'? I want to watch that Frankie Valli." Lila asked, mistaking them for staff.
"Um, actually, we're with the Police." Jody told her, flashing her badge.
"Oh. Is Michael in trouble again?" Lila wondered, her voice going grave as she turned to take a seat. "I told him not to read those comic books."
"No, no. He's fine." The Sheriff replied as she and Elizabeth took a seat next to the old woman. "We wanted to ask you some questions about this man."
Jody pulled out a printed off photo of Chronos, handing it to her.
"Ethan." Lila gasped. "That's Ethan."
"Do you remember the last time you saw Ethan?" Jody asked.
"Of course. November Nineteen forty-four... The night the clocks stopped." Lila almost whispered.
"What do you mean, the clocks stopped?" Elizabeth asked, leaning forward in her seat.
"Eleven, thirty-four. Every clock in the house." The old woman replied.
"Do you remember anything else that happened? Besides the clocks stopping?" Elizabeth urged.
"Ethan said awful things." Lila recalled. "And then... And then he strangled that poor man."
"Poor man?" Elizabeth frowned. "What poor man?"
"Two Policemen came." Lila said. "To arrest Ethan."
Elizabeth took out her phone, pulling up a photo of her, Sam and Dean that Bobby had taken a few months previous.
"Was it him?" She asked, showing her the photo zoomed in on Dean.
"Ethan choked the life out of that man." Lila whimpered.
Jody and Elizabeth shared a grave look.
"Okay. Thank you for your help, Ms Taylor. We'll leave you to it." Jody gave her a smile as the pair got up.

The two women opted to tell Sam when they got back to the house, rather than to call him, figuring he desperately needed as much sleep as possible. Dean wasn't exactly going anywhere.
But as soon as they got back, Elizabeth went upstairs, telling Sam they had their answers.
Everyone kicked into gear.
Sam rushed downstairs, headed straight for the table in the living area as Jody grabbed a bowl and two white candles, whilst Elizabeth got an hourglass.
"Here, break this." Sam said, putting the hourglass into the bowl.
Jody grabbed her gun and instantly went to crush it up, placing a cloth down over the top of the glass.
The Winchester pulled out the spell he'd found and unfolded it, placing it on the table next to the bowl.
Jody and Elizabeth rushed to get the rest of the ingredients into the mix as Sam cut open his hand, writing '11:34' on a piece of paper in his blood.
The sweet, metallic smell was enough to make Elizabeth's knees weak, but she desperately pushed through. A, there was no way in Hell she'd feed off Sam at the best of times, B, they had more pressing matters than a Vampire's need to feed.
Sam place the paper into the bowl and began to recite the spell as Jody lit a match, tossing it into the pile of ingredients.
Almost instantly, a bright red light and magic-induced wind came out of nowhere.
The trio spun around, seeing Dean in Chronos' grasp.
"Dean!" Jody called, running to his aid.
"Hey." Sam shouted, rearing up to punch the God, but Chronos caught his fist, shoving him back into the table.
"Pick on someone your own strength, dickbag." Elizabeth growled, using all of her Vampiric abilities to tackle him to the ground, punching him in the face at every opportunity.
Chronos yelled out in fury, shoving her backwards. She toppled over, hitting her head on the wall a few feet behind her.
Sam gathered himself, reaching for a wooden stake Dean had had in his hand when he traveled back just as the God rose to his feet.
"You destroyed everything!" He bellowed at Dean.
"Chronos!" Sam shouted.
As soon as the God turned, Sam plunged the stake into his chest.
"Was that the best you got?" The younger brother growled.
Chronos' face turned from pure anger to shock, blood beginning to drip from his nose, a red glow coming from the stake wound.
He fell to his knees.
"You want to know your future? I know your future." Chronos gave a blood-coated smile as he turned to address Dean. "It's covered in thick, black ooze. It's everywhere. They're everywhere."
Elizabeth's frowned eyes darted between the three men in the room just as Chronos' gaze landed on her.
"Enjoy oblivion." He said.
With that, he fell to the floor, dead.

A few weeks had passed. Elizabeth and Dean had noticed that Sam had been slightly 'off' since before the whole Vampire town thing, but recently it had become particularly alarming. He hadn't been sleeping and had been consuming far more alcohol than usual, muttering to himself at seemingly thin air. Dean and Elizabeth began to worry that maybe his Lucifer hallucinations weren't as gone as he claimed they were.
Speaking of which, Sam had been gone for a few hours.
He'd said he was going to the library, but when he didn't return Dean's calls or texts, it began to worry the remaining pair.
"He's probably okay... Right?" Elizabeth frowned, leaning back in her chair at Bobby's cabin. "He's probably just got his nose in some really good book."
"Probably..." Dean mumbled. "But I don't like him not answering my calls."
"Do you think we should go and check on him?" The Vampire frowned, sipping her glass of blood.
"I'll do it. Mind if I borrow your car?" The older brother asked.
Elizabeth glared at the man for a moment before reaching into her pocket to grab her car keys.
"Scratch her, I'll scratch you." She warned, throwing them to him.
"Promises, promises." Dean smirked, making his exit as Elizabeth flipped him off.

It was two hours before Elizabeth heard any news - that news coming in the form of a phone call.
She sat up from her seat abruptly as Dean told her what had happened.
"He what?" She gasped.
"He was hit by a freakin' car, 'Liza. You gotta get down here." He said. "The doctor put him in a psych ward. He said he's been having a full blown psychotic episode or some crap."
"Lucifer?"
"Yeah, looks like it."
"I'm on my way." Elizabeth nodded, already half way out the door.

She found a car as soon as possible, hot-wiring it.
The drive was short-ish, but felt like eternity as worry set deep in the forefront of the Vampire's mind.
She ran straight into the hospital, held up her badge to the receptionist claiming to be a specialist psychiatrist, and was lead straight to Sam 'Smith's' room, where she found Dean, gazing at him through the window with a half worried, half vacant look.
"Doctor Cassandra Freud, here to see your brother." The receptionist introduced them.
Dean looked the Vampire up and down, admiring the lab coat she'd clearly liberated on her way in.
Elizabeth flashed him her badge.
"Please, call me Cas." She smiled politely, then looked through the window at a very doped up looking Sam Winchester who was lazily sat up on a hospital bed. "How's our patient doing?"
"He's on as much sedatives as they can safely give him, but it's had no effect." Dean explained, watching as the receptionist walked off. "Doctor Cas Freud? Really? Could you be any less subtle?"
"I admired his work." Elizabeth shrugged, not taking her eyes off of the younger brother. "And I was going by Cas long before we knew of Jimmy bloody Novak."
Sam was wearing white patient's garb, complete with a pair of cheap Vans knockoffs, clearly trying to ignore something or someone. His face was scratched up on one side and he looked like he had a few bruises on his arms.
"Have you been in to see him?" The Vampire asked, finally looking up at the younger brother.
"Yeah, about half an hour ago. It's definitely Lucifer still. He's really messed up, Elizabeth. But feel free to try something I haven't." He mumbled, waving a lazy, previously-folded arm in the direction of the door. "I'm gunna go back to the cabin - see if I can't find someone in Bobby's old contacts who could help us."

Elizabeth knocked on the window gently, as Dean made his exit.
She gave Sam a small smile as he looked up at her opening the door as quietly as she could.
"Heya Sam." She kept her voice low.
"Hey." He replied, simply.
Elizabeth took a seat on the edge of the bed next to him, taking his hand.
"How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Like I got hit by a car and haven't slept in almost a week." He scoffed, fraining a chuckle.
Elizabeth's expression saddened.
She'd known Sam's sleeping had been off, Hell, she'd stayed up with him almost the entire time. But this? This was bad.
"Squeezing your hand scar isn't cutting it anymore, is it?" She sighed, running her index finger along it ever so gently.
Sam shook his head.
"He won't go away." He whispered, glancing off over Elizabeth's shoulder towards the desk parallel to the bed.
Elizabeth looked in the general direction he had, hardly surprised that she didn't see anything.
She looked back at her love and put her other hand over the one of his she was already holding, looking him dead in the eye.
"We're going to fix this, Sam. I promise." She told him sincerely.
All he did to respond was give a small nod.
Elizabeth gave a short, quiet sigh as she got up, releasing his hand and getting to her feet.
"I've got to go and help Dean find whatever it is we need. But I'll be back. I don't like the idea of leaving you here alone with your literal Demons."
"No. Please stay. Please..." Sam begged, not taking his eyes away from the Lucifer hallucination sat on the desk behind her.
Elizabeth sighed again, sitting back down.
"Alright." She whispered, picking up his hand again to give it a soft kiss.

As the hours ticked on, nurses flittered in and out of the room, doing blood pressure checks and medication runs, dosing the Winchester up until Elizabeth was sure he'd rattle if you shook him.
Every now and then, the doctor who'd spoken with Dean would come in and ask Elizabeth about her professional opinion of his patient, but usually, she'd only respond with the same answer; 'It's still too early to say for sure, but I'll keep you updated.'
She knew what she was doing, for the most part. She'd studied psychology and behaviourism during the sixties and always made sure her knowledge was up-to-date. And she was glad she did, because Sam needed those expertise now more than ever. But, she could hardly tell the doctor that his hallucinations were, more or less, real and that the Devil in his head had actually tormented him in person.

"How's it going?" Elizabeth asked, holding her phone close to her ear as Dean took a deep sigh from the other end.
"Seems all Bobby's contacts are either dead, assholes or just can't help. Don't suppose you have anything tucked away in here?" He mumbled.
Elizabeth thought for a moment.
"I have an address book in the trunk of my car. It's buried under fake IDs by the tail light on the right hand side. All the numbers should have a short description of what I use them for, so see if you can find any relevant ones and give them a go." She said.
"Gotcha." Dean nodded, getting up to exit the cabin. "How's Sammy doing?"
"Same as before, really." Elizabeth sighed, looking back at the younger brother through the window of his room. "I'll let you know if anything changes."
"Yeah, same here." Dean replied, hanging up the phone.