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So, I know in the show it's only been five days since the end of the last season and the beginning of this one, but I made it two weeks instead. Just to add a little more time since Liz left the guys. Thought I'd let you know :):)

Bamby

SPOV

I sat in the front seat of the Impala, going through yet another book on lore centred around deals with demons and such. As tiresome as it was becoming, I was determined not to give up. I would save Dean, if it was the last thing I did.

Loud music turned on from inside the hotel room the Impala was parked in front of. You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet by Bachman Turner Overdrive.

Looking up, I found myself staring at Dean in the open window as he lifted both hands to give me two thumbs up, and an excited grin. With a nod and a smile from me, he closed the curtains to the window. But I could still see his shadow, which was now accompanied by the shadow of one of the two women he had in the room with him.

Chuckling, I shook my head and turned back to the book a moment before my phone began to ring.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Sam."

"Hey, Bobby."

"What are you doing?"

"You know, same old, same old."

"You buried in that book again? Sam, you wanna break Dean free of that demon deal you ain't gonna find the answer in no book."

"Then where, Bobby?"

"Kid, I wish I knew," he sighed. "So, where's your brother?"

Right on cue, I could hear Dean laughing inside the hotel room, just as his shadow disappeared.

"Polling the electorate."

"What?"

"Never mind."

"You boys better pack it up. I think I finally found something."

...

I knocked on the door to the hotel room, knowing perfectly well what I might be walking in to. But after talking to Bobby, and getting all the details from him, I waited a little while longer before coming to get Dean. I'd hoped the wait would give him and the women time to finish what they were doing so I wouldn't be walking into anything I didn't want to see.

"Dean?" I slowly and carefully began to open the door when there'd been no answer. "Dean, you conscious? Bobby called and he things that maybe we-" I poked my head into the room and made the mistake of looking towards the bed. There, in a tangle of limbs, was my brother and the two women, still very busy. "Oh, God!" I ducked out of the room as fast as possible, now scarred for life.

DPOV

I couldn't wipe the grin of my face. Time may be coming to an end for me, but I was enjoying the ride down.

"Let me see your knife," Sam spoke from beside me in Baby.

I looked to him for a moment before turning back to the road as I drove. "What for?"

"So I can gouge my eyes out," he answered.

I laughed. "It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam."

"It's a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean," he countered.

"I appreciate you giving me quality time with the Double Mint Twins."

Two weeks had passed since the gates of hell had opened. Two weeks since we'd been trying to find any signs of demonic possession seeing as we let out an army that night. But it had been two weeks of nothing.

So, I'd decided to let loose a little and enjoy the time I had left. Hence the twins.

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, no problem."

"Really?" I was a little surprised. "I gotta say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll. Something."

"No, not at all. You deserve to have a little fun."

"Well, I'm in violent agreement with you there." I laughed again, feeling pretty good. "What's Bobby got?"

"Not much. Crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Now, it could be demonic omens-"

"Or it could just be a bad crop and bug problem," I finished.

"Yeah, but it's our only lead."

"Any freaky deaths?"

"Nothing Bobby could find. Not yet anyway."

"It's weird, man." I shook my head, not feeling right about the situation. "I mean, the night the Devil's Gate opened, storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?"

"Seventeen."

"Seventeen." I nodded. "You'd think it'd be Apocalypse Now. It's been two weeks and bupkes. What are the demons waiting for?"

"Beats me."

"It's driving me crazy. I tell you, if there's gonna be a war, I wish it'd just start already."

"I don't know, man. Careful what you wish for."

...

The place Bobby wanted to meet at was a farm just outside of Nebraska. Driving up the dirt road, we could see him already waiting, leaning against his car outside of the farm house, hands in his pockets.

As I stopped the car and we got out, Sam spoke, "You hear those cicadas?" They were everywhere…

"Well, that can't be a good sign," I noted, closing my door.

"No," he agreed as we started to walk. "No, it can't."

Bobby pushed off his car, looking to me. "So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?"

"Well, sold my soul." I shrugged, mouth full of food. "Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol."

"So, Bobby, what do you think?" Sam started, getting to business. "We got a biblical plague here or what?"

Before Bobby could answer, the sound of a car had us all turn. We watched as the vehicle headed our way, a little faster than necessary, a cloud of dust behind it. When it came to a stop, it left marks on the road at the sudden brake. Once the dust and dirt settled we could see the car. It was a dark cherry red 1969 Chevy Camaro, and it was beautiful.

The door opened. The first thing we saw was a black boot landing on the ground, followed by tight dark jeans on long legs. A thin, loose white tank, deep red leather jacket, dark glasses and long golden hair that was pulled back and up.

Elizabeth Rose Hart.

She looked no different since the last time we saw her, yet she seemed more gorgeous than ever before, and equally as dangerous.

Neither Sam or I hadn't seen her during the two weeks that had passed. Sure, we'd been separated a lot longer than that when she wasn't well, but we'd still talked. We still knew where she was. We could have gone and checked up on her back then. Now? Now things were different.

Sam had called Bobby one day to see how she was doing. It was about two days after everything that had happened at the Devil's Gate. Both of us knew she was going to need some time, she'd been pretty upset that night. I wasn't a hundred percent sure why, but I got the message anyway. What Bobby told him hadn't sat right with either of us. Liz had left his place the day after everything. She'd borrowed one of the cars from his yard, and just left.

Before joining Sam and me, she used to come and go as she pleased. But she would still check in. Whether it be with Bobby, Jo, Ellen or Ash, someone knew where she was and what she was doing. This time, though, no one had seen or heard from her in two weeks, and we were all a little worried.

"'Bout time you got here." Bobby gave her a pointed look.

"Bobby. Winchesters." She nodded to each of us as she headed up the stairs of the porch. "I came by earlier, checked the place out-"

"By yourself?" I didn't like the sound of that. I didn't like her hunting on her own. Especially with all the demons out there, and the fact that she was like Sam.

After we'd all separated that night, Sam had explained a few things. He told me the truth about Liz. How when Meg possessed him she forced Liz to drink her blood, which triggered her abilities that had been dormant. He didn't tell me why her abilities hadn't shown up like everyone else's, though. But he did tell me how she saved him from Madison, the werewolf, and how she'd kept Jake back to try and save her and Sam.

If you had told me a couple of years ago that my brother and one of my closest friends had special powers... I would have freaked out. But that wasn't the case anymore. They were two of the most important people in my life.

"Yes," she answered coldly. Lifting her hand, she opened the front door to the house without touching it. "I'm perfectly capable on my own."

We stepped into the house, and I almost doubled over the moment I was hit with a smell like nothing I'd ever experienced before. "That can't be a good sign," I noted, pulling out my gun as Bobby and Sam did the same thing.

"It's not." Liz didn't even look at us as she walked through the house.

We were right behind her, looking around, making sure everything was safe and secure. But she didn't seem to care. She just walked through like it was her own home. As if she were certain nothing had changed or come here since the last time she was here.

The door in front of her opened on its own. Well, we all knew it didn't open on its own. She opened it. Just like she had with the front door. Only, she hadn't lifted her hand this time. She'd just looked at the door and it did as she wanted.

She's getting stronger, better at control. I wasn't too sure if that was a good or bad thing.

It seemed Bobby had the same reservations as I did. "Lizzie, do you think you should be doing that?" he asked her.

"You mean should I be using the ability I was given by a demon?" She shrugged. "If I start murdering people and worshipping Satan, then I give you permission to shoot me."

The smell was worse in this room, more intense. If I hadn't been so preoccupied thinking about Liz, I would have heard the faint screaming before coming from the TV.

We were in a small living room, three people seated on the couch. At least they used to be people. They were quite clearly dead. By the looks of them, they would have been dead for some time.

"Oh, my God," Sam groaned, his face turned up in disgust at the smell. "What the hell happened here?"

"I don't know. I just found them like this." Liz shrugged. "I've checked for sulphur, there's nothing. Bedrooms are in order, kitchen is stocked, there aren't any signs of a break in or attack. I've got nothing." Her tone made it seem as if she were both impressed, confused and annoyed by the anomaly.

The sound of the something wooden creaking outside had all of us tense and shut up.

I gestured to Bobby and Sam, telling them to go one way, while Liz and I would go the other. She didn't look very happy about that, but we didn't have time to argue. Pulling her gun out of the back of her pants, she gave me a nod before we started for the back door, heading out, while Sam and Bobby headed around to the front door.

Stepping out first, I was careful and quiet. Walking on to the porch, I moved to the railing and looked out to see if I could spot anyone or anything. When I found nothing, I turned and began to move further down the porch.

Before I knew what was happening I was hit in the back with something, and then pushed to the ground.

Looking up, I found a man and a woman glaring down at me, the man aiming his shotgun at my face. But they both froze at the sound of a gun cocking as Liz stood behind them.

"Tammy, tell your husband to lower his gun."

The woman stiffly turned to Liz, surprise on her face. "Elizabeth?" She has a heavy British accent.

"Issac? Tamara?" Bobby spoke as he and Sam finally came around the corner.

"Bobby?" Tamara looked from Liz to Bobby. "What the hell are you two doing here?"

"I could ask you the same," Bobby countered, smiling at her.

The couple relaxed as the man- Issac- lowered his gun from my face, turning to Bobby. "How are you?" he asked, giving the older man a pat on the shoulder. "You too, Lizzie. It's been awhile."

"Hello?" I lifted my hand and gave a wave to get their attention. "Bleeding here."

Rolling her eyes, Liz ignored me and smiled at Tamara. "Please tell me you have a place you're holed up in? I am so not in the mood to stay at a sleazy motel."

"Of course." Tamara smiled, nodding to Liz as the two women started to walk off. "So, what's with the extra baggage?"

"Winchesters," was all Liz said as they continued to walk off.

Winchesters? That's all she's got to say? And in that tone? What the hell did we do to her? And when did we become 'extra baggage'? What the hell?

EPOV

It was dark outside now. Bobby, Sam, Dean and I had followed Issac and Tamara, they'd brought us to a run down, abandoned house, just outside of town. All their things were here, everything anyone could ever need to kill monsters and whatnot. Their collection of items had always amazed me.

The first time I met Issac and Tamara had been in my early hunting years.

Bobby had saved me from my first hunt, which had been about revenge. I was naive, and had no idea what was doing, the hunt turned wrong, fast. That's how Bobby and I first met. He'd taken me in, began to teach me everything how to become a hunter- we both knew I wasn't going to quit- and then we'd gone off to hunt together. We were dealing with a witch situation when we found out Issac and Tamara were on the same case.

Tamara had taken an instant liking to me, treating me as if I were her sister or daughter. She was protective and cautious, but also fun and excited. She ended up showing me a few things that even Bobby hadn't known. Issac had been just as nice and supportive of my decision to hunt

It had only been a few months since their wedding, but with how they acted around each other, you'd think they were new lovers. At the same time, it was like they'd been together forever, like they were made for each other. They were so in love and so in sync. It amazed me.

I remember thinking that what they had was something I wanted. Back then I hadn't even kissed a guy yet. Just under a year into being a hunter and I was more innocent than most people would have realised. Holding a guy's hand would have been a big step for me. So the idea of finding a guy who loved to hunt as well, and getting married and having a family with him, it was the ultimate dream.

"So, Jenny, is it? That's a beautiful name." Dean was in the background, talking on the phone. "That's my sister's name. Yeah."

Ignoring him, I watched as Tamara and Issac moved about.

"Honey... where's the Palo Santo?" Issac asked. I'd always loved their British accents.

Tamara gave him a pointed look. "Well, where'd you leave it?"

He sighed, "I don't know, dear, that's why I'm asking."

"Palo Santo?" Sam asked from where he stood by a counter, looking at the many things Tamara and Issac had.

"It's holy wood," I explained. "Found in Peru." When he gave me a question look, I shrugged, "I'm not just a pretty face, Sam. I know a lot more than you realise." Grinning, I went on, "Palo Santo is toxic to demons, like holy water."

Tamara came to stand beside me, looking through the bag that sat on the bench next to me. "Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them," she told him as she pulled out the Palo Santo stake before handing it to her husband.

"Thank you, dear."

She shook her head, chuckling at him. "You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me."

Sam watched the couple, amused. "So how long have you two been married?"

"Eight years this past June," Tamara answered.

Issac leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead before speaking to Sam. "The family that slays together..."

"Right, I'm with you there." Sam nodded. "So, how'd you get started?"

My head snapped in his direction. "Dude, seriously?"

He instantly realised his mistake. Smile now gone, he looked so guilty as he tried to apologise. "Oh, you're not... I'm sorry. It's not... it's none of my business."

"No, no, it's... it's all right," Tamara assured him.

Dean walked back into the room then, distracting everyone from the awkwardness. "Well, Jenny, if you, uh, look as pretty as you sound then I'd love to have an appletini." He looked to Sam, the idea of having an appletini clearly not sitting right with him. "Yeah. Call you." He smiled before hanging up. "That was the coroner's tech," he told us.

"And?" Sam pressed.

"Get this. That whole family, cause of death, dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint. No violence. They just sat down and never got up."

That made no sense...

"But there was a fully-stocked kitchen just yards away," Bobby noted.

"Right." Sam looked just as confused as I felt. "What is this, a demon attack?"

Bobby shrugged. "If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw and I've seen plenty."

"Well, what now? What should we do?" Dean asked.

But it was Issac who spoke up, his answer not what either Sam, Bobby, Dean or I wanted to hear. "Uh, we're not gonna do anything."

I turned to look at him, not liking the sound of that. "What are you talking about?"

"You guys seem nice enough," he looked from Sam to Dean, "but this ain't Scooby-Doo and we don't play well with others."

"Well, I think we'd cover more ground if we all worked together," Sam suggested.

But it was clear Issac wasn't changing his mind. "No offence. But we're not teaming with the damned fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place."

Dean pushed off the bench turning to Issac. "No offence?"

Before anyone else could speak, Tamara turned to her husband. "Issac. Like you've never made a mistake."

"Oh, yeah. Locked my keys in the car." Issac nodded. "Turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world though."

Dean gave a short unamused laugh. "All right. That's enough."

Sam looked exhausted already, and nothing had even happened yet. "Guys, this isn't helping. Dean."

"Look, there are a couple hundred more demons out there now," Issac started. "We don't know where they are. When they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us. On all of us."

He was right though. Well, partially at least. We did play a part in the opening of the gate. But if we're being honest here, it would have opened anyway. I mean, if Dean hadn't of made the deal, if Sam and I had stayed dead, Jake would have opened the gate anyway.

That didn't make me feel any less guilty though, and as I looked around the room, I realised I wasn't the only one feeling bad about the situation.

Shaking her head, Tamara grabbed her husband's arm. "Okay. That's quite enough testosterone for now," she said before dragging him out of the room.

"All right..." I sighed, looking to the three men left with me. "Maybe we should go find a hotel."

...

I sat on my bed, in my room, on my own.

The two weeks that had gone by since I'd left the brothers, I had done a lot of thinking, and a bit of hunting as well. I'd finished a couple of haunting jobs on my own, and used the rest of my spare time to just drive around and think.

Sam and Dean were friends, family. I cared about them. That was a problem.

Ash was dead. I'd lost yet another person I cared about. Dean was going to die in eleven months. All I'd have left would be Bobby, Ellen, Jo and Sam. Before long, I'd lose them too, and I couldn't go through with that. Dealing with the loss of loved ones, and the pain… it was going to kill me.

Which is why I'd told the brothers and Bobby to get their own rooms and do whatever they want, while I stuck to my room and did a little more research on the town.

It was getting close to midnight when there was a knock on my door.

Unfolding my legs, I got up and headed over. Peeking through the peephole I sighed before unlocking the door and opening it. "What do you want?" I asked, turning away and walking over to my bed again.

"Nice to see you, too." Dean followed me in and closed the door.

"I repeat, what do you want?" Taking a seat on my bed as I focused on my computer, I refused to look at him. "Thought you and Sam would have made good use of the local bar by now. Found a girl or two to have some fun with. Not like you've got a lot of time left."

He scoffed, shaking his head before storming over and closing my computer. "What's your problem?"

Finally looking at him, I glared. "What's my problem?" Shaking my head, I once again unfolded my legs and moved to stand, not caring as I got in his personal space. "My problem is that for years I'd done a fantastic job at keeping people at arm's length and then I do one job, one job with you and your brother, and my life is turned upside down."

"What the hell happened? What did Sam and I do to piss you off so much?" He almost sounded offended.

"Sam?" I gave a harsh laugh. "Sam did nothing."

He looked hurt, confused and clearly angry at my answer. "Me? What the hell did I do to you?"

"It doesn't matter. I've learnt my lesson." Shoving past him- harshly bumping his shoulder on the way- I moved to my bag. "Now, I work alone."

"Then why are you here?" He followed me. "Why are you at this job?"

"Bobby asked me to come," I mumbled, hating that I loved the old man enough to go against everything I wanted and needed to do for myself.

Grabbing my shoulder, he turned me around to face him. "That's bull." He looked into my eyes, searching them. "Why are you really here? Is it... did you come to see me? To see Sam and me?"

Stepping even closer to him until our chests were pressed together, I looked from his eyes, to his lips as I neared them with my own. My voice low as I spoke, my hands gripping his jacket tightly.

"I'm here to find something to kill."

Whatever we'd shared before was gone. At least for me it was. The sex had been great, the guy had been great, everything had been great. He was sweet, caring, smart, funny, and the perfect amount of badass and bad-boy.

But none of that mattered to me anymore.

Letting him go, I grabbed my purse, phone and keys off the table and started for the door. "Lock up when you leave."

"Where the hell are you going?" he called after me.

"Out!"

SPOV

Standing outside on the path I watched as a forensics team went over a crime scene. I wasn't a hundred percent sure what had happened, but it didn't feel right. Women don't just attack and kill other women for shoes... did they?

Walking into the store where the shoes were bought, I walked up to Dean, catching the end of his conversation with one of the store's staff members.

"What happened outside makes you realise how fragile life really is," he told her, though I noticed how he was only putting half his normal effort in. "You gotta make every second count."

I cleared my throat, getting both his and the woman's attention.

He offered a kind smile. "Excuse me a minute, would you?"

"Sure." She nodded with a small smile of her own before walking off.

Once she was gone, I sighed at my brother. "Dean, what are you doing?"

He shrugged. "Comforting the bereaved. What are you doing?"

"Working," I answered simply. "Dead body. Possible demon attack, that kind of stuff."

We'd heard about the incident while we were out getting breakfast. Once we had our food- Dean insisted we finished eating first- we went back to the hotel to find Lizzie. But apparently, she already knew about the case, because when we got to her room there was no answer.

Bobby had called her and found out she was posing as an agent at the police station, asking the attacker questions. Not liking her working by herself, Bobby had then left Dean and I to go join her.

It surprised me at how protective and fatherly he was when it came to her, and yet through the years he'd taken care of us we'd never seen or heard of her.

"Besides..." I chose my words carefully as I went on. "What about Lizzie?"

"What about her?"

"Well, you two did have a thing," I noted.

"Exactly. We had a thing. Past tense, Sammy. It's over."

"So, what? Now you're just friends?"

He gave a sharp nod. "Exactly."

I knew they liked each other. I knew they were both good for each other. The only problem I'd had was the fact that they were only casual. If Dean was going to settle down with anyone, it would be Lizzie.

"And you know," he turned to look at the woman he'd just been talking to, "I don't have much time left. You gotta make every second count."

"Yeah. Right." I rolled my eyes, wondering how many more times he was going to play that card. Yet it still worked every time. "I'm sorry."

His smile returned. "Apology accepted."

Bobby and Lizzie walked up to us then, Bobby dressed in his suit while Lizzie had ditched her usual pants suit. Instead she wore a tight black pencil skirt that fell mid-thigh and a white button up top with black heels, her hair twisted into a neat bun and some make up on. During the whole time she'd been with Dean and I, she'd never put so much effort into how she looked. Even I couldn't resist looking her up and down…

"Looking spiffy, Bobby." Dean completely ignored Lizzie. "What were you, a G-man?"

"Suspect wasn't possessed." Lizzie got straight to the point. "But there is clearly something wrong with her if she's willing to mercilessly kill someone over a pair of ugly-ass green heels."

Bobby nodded, agreeing with her- about the possession, of course. "There's none of the usual signs. No blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just think she really wanted those shoes-"

"Those ugly-ass green shoes," Lizzie slipped in as Bobby went on.

"I spilled a glass of holy water on her, just to be sure. Nothing."

"Maybe she's just some random whack job," Dean suggested.

Bobby didn't seem too convinced. "If it had been an isolate incident, maybe. But first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you boys find anything around here?"

I shook my head. "No sulphur. Nothing."

"Well, maybe something." Dean turned and nodded to a security camera up in the corner before he turned back to me. "See? I'm working."

EPOV

I sat on the desk by the computers where Sam and Bobby were watching the security footage of the store. With one foot over the other, my legs stretched out in front of me, I was well aware of the fact that Dean couldn't stop glancing at them.

"Anything interesting?" I asked, turning a little so I could see the screens as well.

"I don't know, yet." Sam shrugged, just as a man walked into the store on the screen. "Might just be a guy. Or it might be our guy."

I watched the guy, seeing him rest a hand on the attacker's shoulder before the two of them looked over to the victim as she stood by the shoe stand.

"That's him." There was no doubt in my mind. The look on his face, the way he touched her. "That's our guy." Pushing off the desk I started for the door.

But Dean was right there to stop me, stepping in my way. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to go find the son of a bitch, and I'm going to send his ass back to hell," I answered as if to say 'duh'.

"No." He shook his head. "We're doing this together."

"Dean's right," Bobby spoke from behind me. "Lizzie, I don't want you going off on you own. Not when we don't know who this guy is."

Sighing, I didn't bother putting up a fight as I turned to Bobby. "Fine. But just so everyone is clear, once this job is over I'm gone again. I don't need babysitting anymore."

Bamby