"Do you ever eat normal food?" Dean asks Sam while he drives down the highway.  Sam and I left our cars we'd unfortunately stolen behind and decided to hop into Dean's car, just like we used to. 

I've missed the impala.

The memories...

I'll admit, it's a little strange finally seeing Dean again.  I mean don't get me wrong, I'm so incredibly happy to finally be with him again after trying to find him for three months.  But, it just feels weird for everyone to just act like it never even happened when obviously it did. 

He was gone for three months.  That's a long time if you ask me.  I can't stop looking at him...it's like I'm so afraid of losing him again that I feel like I have to take it all in and take advantage of having him here.  I just missed everything about him so much...I'm still angry with him, but I've decided that conversation will come up when we're alone. 

Sam eats his salad. "I don't understand how you eat that cardboard." Dean says, once again commenting on Sam's favorite food. Dean is obviously not a fan of salads, or lettuce...or healthy food in general...

"Dean shut the hell up. It's way better than that unhealthy crap that you put into your body. I'm a lot healthier than you." Sam argues. Dean begins to laugh and he gets increasingly louder and louder. I look back at Sam who's sitting in the back seat. I shrug, rolling my eyes and shaking my head with a smile. "I don't understand what's so funny." Sam says, rolling his eyes. Dean's laugh slowly fades after about five minutes.

Yes, he literally laughed extraordinarily loud for five. straight. minutes.

Nothing was even funny.

I look out the window. "Where exactly are we going?" I ask. I watch as we pass large, yellow fields of corn. The corn fields remind of that movie I used to be really scared of as a kid. The one about aliens coming to Earth. What is it called? Oh yeah, Signs. It terrified me for the longest time. I can actually watch it now and enjoy it but it still freaks me out.

I couldn't go in any corn mazes during Halloween for the longest time.  "Home.  We're going home. You know that bunker Sam and I live in? You haven't been inside of it yet have you?" Dean asks, looking over at me for a moment. "Nope, I haven't." I say looking over at him. "You'll love it. It's got everything you could possibly think of. I know you like reading and researching, there's a ton of stuff for you to check out." Sam says with a smile. I look back at him and grin, "Good, I can't wait." I say excitedly.

Sam's right, I've realized that I really do love reading and researching. Sam and I really bonded with that while Dean was gone. We finished our hunts unusually fast because we both love researching, so things got done a lot quicker. We drive for a few more minutes until Dean realizes we need to get some gas. "All right, I'm gonna pull over and get baby some gas. She's about empty." Dean says as he drives onto an exit, looking for the nearest gas station.  "I'm gonna go inside and get some snacks to bring back with us.  Elena, do you want to go in with me?"  Sam asks as Dean pulls into a gas station.  "Sure."  I say, smiling.

Dean parks the car in front of a gas pump, grabbing the keys and turning the car off. We all get out of the car, and I begin to follow Sam toward the store.

Dean stops me, "Elena, wait a minute, come here." He signals for me to come over to him. Sam looks back at me, "I'll meet you in there." I smile. Sam nods as he goes ahead into the gas station. I turn around and walk over to Dean. When I reach him, he looks into my eyes, his expression serious and calm. "What is it?" I ask. The wind blows softly and the tips of Dean's hair move with the wind. His gorgeous green eyes look down at the ground for a moment and then back up to meet mine. "Let's talk later. There are plenty of places to be alone at our place. We can even go in my room since I actually have my own bedroom." Dean suggests, moving a strand of hair away from my face as the wind continuously blows it into my eyes.

"Aww you have your own room." I giggle. When I really think about it, it makes me slightly sad that Dean never really had his own bedroom his entire life. That's not fair at all. I half smile, nodding. "Sounds like a good plan. But, can we bring wine with us? I feel like it's always good to have a glass of wine while having a nice, long chat." I say, giggling slightly. Dean smirks, nodding. "Of course. Whatever you want." He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a hug, kissing the top of my forehead lovingly.

I love when Dean does this.

A kiss on the forehead has so much more meaning than just a regular kiss on the lips.

I feel like wine is a good idea because it'll hopefully lighten the mood while we talk about something very serious, maybe make things a little more comfortable rather than uncomfortable.

Dean gets ready to fill the car up with gas and I begin to walk toward the store where Sam is. Before I can get to the door to go in, I feel my phone begin to vibrate in the pocket of my pants. I pull it out, checking the caller ID.

My phone screen says: "Unknown Caller".

Hmm, that's odd. Who the heck would be calling me on an unknown number?  I debate with myself as to whether or not I'm going to answer it. Maybe I should, it could be Jeremy for all I know and that's definitely not a call that I should miss. I slowly place my phone up to my ear, answering it.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

I get an immediate answer. "Hello darling." A voice responds.

My heart drops and my eyes widen as I shockingly look around.  I recognize that voice immediately. How could I forget that voice? I pause, staying silent for a moment. I'm unsure of what I should say. "It's been brought to my attention that you and Dean are reunited and reconciled. I'm so happy for you both." Crowley says in his strong, British accent.  A look of confusion plasters across my face and I walk a little ways away from the store and Dean's car.  "How did you know about that?" I ask, already worried. Him calling me is already bad enough.  But the fact that he's immediately talking about Dean and I is even worse.  How did he even find out?

He always has some wicked plan ready in the back of his mind.  How did he even get my phone number? "Oh, a little birdie told me, it's not important how I know. Although I am the King of Hell for God's sake I obviously know everything. That was a stupid question, Elena." Crowley says, putting emphasis on my name as he says it. It's almost as if he's spitting it out at me. "What do you want? Why did you call me?" I ask in an angry tone of voice, looking over at Dean as I watch him walk into the gas station. I turn my back to the gas station so that Sam and Dean don't notice my expression during this phone call. They'll both ask fifty billion questions that I don't want to answer at the moment.  "You recall the conversation the two of us shared while you were in the hospital months ago, right?"  Crowley asks. 

Oh...great...

I sigh as I question, "What of it?"  He pauses for a moment before speaking again.  "You see, I've discovered an opportunity to use you now.  I need you to do me a favor." He says.

Something tells me I'm definitely not going to have any choice in this. "I'm not doing anything for you." I say angrily. Crowley chuckles over the phone. "You know, I was asking nicely. I didn't plan on threatening you any today but now you've really gotten me to change my mind. Here are your choices, either you do as I say, or you die.  Simple as that, love."  He says confidently.  His voice is cold and full of rising anger. Crowley becomes impatient when he doesn't get what he wants.  I stay silent. I guess I really have no choice but to do what he says. "...What kind of favor?" I finally ask after a long and thoughtful pause. "You'll see. Oh, and don't tell Dean and Sam.  You'll regret it if you do." Crowley says.

Okay, hell no.

I'm not keeping this from them especially if I have a possibility of dying. Crowley could kill me at any moment, whenever he wants.  "Are you kidding?  Do you really think that I'm going to keep this from—".  I look up from the ground and notice Crowley walking out from behind the gas station.

Holy shit.

He hangs up the phone, a huge smirk stretched across his scruffy lips as he slowly approaches me.  "Yes, I do think you will because they aren't going to know where you are."  He says, grabbing my arm tightly.  Before I can really register what exactly is happening, the both of us disappear into thin air.

[[Dean P.O.V.]]

I walk out of the gas station, Sam following behind me.  "Elena never came inside.  Is she sitting in the car?"  Sam asks me.  "Yeah, I think so.  She was on the phone."  I answer, walking up to the impala. 

Once we reach the car, the both of us realize Elena isn't inside. 

What the hell? 

"Where'd she go?"  Sam asks, beginning to look around.  I look around also, feeling the panic begin to rise in the pit of my stomach.  I quickly walk over to where she was standing and look behind the building.  Maybe she walked back here?  Sam follows behind me as we frantically look, of course, nothing.  "Dammit, where the hell is she?"  I say angrily.  How could I let this happen already? 

"Who was she on the phone with?"  Sam asks.  I shake my head, "I don't know, I really don't know, Sam.  I should've paid more attention to her.  I was too comfortable with it.  Dammit, I'm such an idiot."  I begin to ramble on angrily, blaming myself over and over.  Sam gets impatient with me, "Let's call Cas, he'll know how to find her.  We need to just stay calm. We'll find he—everything will be okay." Sam always tries to reassure me but sometimes that just pisses me off even more. "Yeah. We better hope we find her. We need to figure out who was on the phone with her." I say, Sam and I looking at each other worriedly.

I dial Cas' number.