Summery: When the Leviathan killed Cas, the wall he put up in Ben and Lisa's memories shattered. Now they remember everything and the Leviathan are after them. Dean's forced to seek help from Elita to save them; but it may just be Elita that needs saved when the Leviathan strike when they are all unprepared.

SPOILERS: Will follow season 7 a little…

Author's Note: I've been holding out until I got a few good chapters written (because I like to be a few chapters ahead of updating) but I've finally gotten to where I can post. So here's the sequel to Touched By An Angel =) Enjoy!

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Dean's boots kicked up dirt as he walked along the beaten path. The Impala was parked a little ways back, hidden behind a few trees and underbrush. He was sure no one would see it. For God sake he was beginning to question if anyone would see him. There was literally nothing around him. It was old fields and trees for miles with the exception of a railroad track and an old beaten down tavern straight ahead. There were exactly two trucks parked outside and probably three people- max- inside.

"Quit talking," Dean complained. He was carrying Elita bridal style because she was pretending to have passed out. But with her head on his shoulder, her whispers would go unheard. "Your breath is tickling me neck."

Elita chuckled darkly and blew lightly on his skin. He jerked his head to the side and glared at her as she laughed. But they quieted down as they came up on the tavern. Dean opened the door and rushed in.

"Help me! My wife passed out and- and I don't know what to do! Someone call 911 or something!" Dean begged in convincing hysterics. Everyone in the bar rushed to his aid. He was absolutely correct about there being two people inside. He laid Elita on an empty pool table while the bartender quickly called 911.

"We're way out here. It's going to take them a while to get here." he told Dean as he rushed out from behind the bar and to where Dean was. Elita was lying motionlessly on the table, looking even paler under the florescent lights.

"She just fell over and hasn't woken up since. I don't know what happened to her!" Dean cried, selling it as best he could. He looked at the person standing across the pool table and spotted the man he needed to take care of. William Rogers. Underneath that well adjusted businessman, was a bloodthirsty vampire.

Dean watched carefully as William leaned in closer to Elita. Dean's hands balled into fists even though he was sure William wouldn't make a move in front of other people. William breathed in discretely, inhaling the smell and wanting a taste of Elita's fine blood. Dean was on alert, watching the vamp as closely as he could. Even though she was bait, Elita was not getting hurt on this hunt.

"Do you have blankets or anything in the back that we can use to keep her warm until the ambulance arrives?" William asked- no doubt trying to find some alone time with Elita. The barkeep nodded and ran off to the back to look for blankets. William was staring at Elita with such a look on his face…it was all Dean could do not to reach for his knife and end it instantly. "Where's your car?" he asked, looking up at Dean.

"Down the road a ways. I had to carry her here." Dean said. This was their opportunity. They had a plan and- for once- it was actually working out. Dean shuffled away. "All of our identification is in there!" Dean yelped, holding his head in his hands. "The doctors are going to need that right?"

"Yeah they will," William replied, feigning sympathy. "I'll stay here with your wife and make sure she's okay. Quickly run back to your car- but be fast!" William was surprisingly convincing at playing the Good Samaritan.

Dean nodded, looking down at Elita. God she looked utterly bored sitting there pretending to be dead. He could've swept her into his arms and kissed her hard just because she was so good at this. Instead, he kissed her forehead and told her he'd be right back. Then he rushed out the front door. But only to go around to the back and peek through a dusty window. He could see William lean over Elita and stroke the vein in her left arm. It was one of the creepiest things Dean had ever seen but he held his ground, weighting for the opportune moment. He saw the barkeep come back with blankets to lay on Elita.

The barkeep and William exchanged words- probably about where he had gone. But then they smiled at each other real mischievously and a shiver danced up Dean's spine. The barkeep smiled, revealing a whole set of disgusting vampire teeth. Dean rushed towards the backdoor with his machete in hand.

As William went in for the first bite, Elita's eyes flew open and she stuck a needle right in William's arm. She forced the pump down, dosing him with dead man's blood. William hurtled backwards at the lethal injection and Elita turned towards the barkeep just as Dean's knife sliced through his neck. Without even thinking twice, Dean tossed Elita the knife and she hopped off the pool table, swinging the weapon at William. His head went one way and his body another.

"That was almost how we planned." Dean mumbled as he went to stand next to her. She bent down and wiped the blade off on William's jacket. "Better than some plans."

"Nearly got me killed but hey, when doesn't that happen?" Elita retorted, handing Dean his machete. They started for the front door again but Elita paused. "You think he really called 911? It would be pretty stupid of him if he'd been apart of it the whole time."

Dean thought a second. "Well I don't really want to hang around to find out. Get to marching, Ginger." Dean teased, shoving Elita forward. She laughed at the nickname but punched him in the gut anyway.

The two of them had been hunting together on and off for a few months. Things weren't too serious, but there was an unspoken love between them. They placed their lives in each other's very capable hands. They trusted each other and they had a friendship. And despite Dean being so closed off and anti-chick-flick-moments, they were close. It had been about a year since she'd chosen Dean and started hunting again. Of course they weren't celebrating anniversaries or anything but they both could feel something different in the air recently. Half of it was fear; because neither one of them had ever experienced a romance that had lasted so long without many snags along the way. But part of the feelings was happiness. They were happy together. That's all that Elita and Dean wanted for each other. And who would've thought they'd find that in each other.

When they got back to the Impala, Dean scooted into the driver's seat while Elita slammed the passenger door behind her as she climbed in. As soon as the engine roared to life, Metallica kicked in and Elita turned it up. Dean loved that about her.

"I used to fall asleep to this song all the time when I was a kid." Elita mumbled as she tapped her hands against her knees in time with the beat. Dean looked over at her questioningly. "On long car trips my mom would put this song on and that meant it was time for me to shut up and lay down."

Dean chuckled. "Enter Sandman isn't exactly the ideal lullaby." he commented and she agreed with laughter. "The worst part about long car trips when I was a kid was Sammy. He would get bored literally in two minutes. He'd whine the whole time about having to pee or being bored. It drove me and Dad insane."

"I can absolutely see Sam being like that." Elita chuckled. "I used to sit in the back of the Roadrunner and line my arm men up on the seat and whichever ones fell off on sharp turns were dead. Then I decapitated the rest."

Dean busted with laughter. "That would be so concerning to normal people." he joked. "Sammy and I used to count raindrops on the windows when it rained."

"Who didn't do that! You had to see who would win the race." Elita exclaimed and smiled widely at him. "Yeah," she murmured more quietly, scooting down in the seat to rest her head against the back. "It wasn't all that bad growing up the way we did."

"That's what I try to tell Sam. As long as you look at the brighter side, our childhoods weren't exactly hell." Dean replied.

"Exactly. If you dwell on the shitty moments, then soon enough those are the only moments you're going to remember." Elita said. Dean asked what her best memories were then and she thought for a long minute then laughed. "It's a tie. Either the time I kicked the shit out of a bully five years my senior in school for picking on a nerd. Or maybe the time I threw a bunch of army men in Bobby's fireplace so their ghosts could find peace in the afterlife- that is, after they rolled off the backseat of the Roadrunner or got decapitated."

Dean was laughing really hard as Elita recounted some of her better childhood moments. They shared their smiles and she asked what some of his were. "Bobby took us to a pet shop once. It was a terrible idea because Sammy wanted every animal he saw and we practically had to carry him out. But it was still really fun getting to hold the little animals then go for ice cream afterwards." Dean recounted. "I remember a little over a year after Dad started hunting; he was running around a motel room trying to get Sammy and me in the car so we could leave before he had to pay for another night. He was in such a hurry that he actually sat Sam on a hot stove burner when he ran to get his keys from the bedroom."

"Was Sam okay?" Elita questioned worriedly.

"He was fine but his pants were pretty singed and there were bits of plastic diaper stuck to them forever." Dean said with a chuckle. "That was the first time I laughed since…" Dean's sentence trailed off. "I guess I went into a shell after Mom. That was the first time I really laughed since then."

"You were getting better?" Elita asked sweetly, looking up at him from under her eyelashes.

"Yeah, slowly. It helped when Sam started walking and talking cause then I had something to focus on. If I had to keep Sam out of trouble- which he was always getting into- then Dad wouldn't notice how down I was. Then slowly I started feeling better." Dean told her. He smiled lightly at her and she reached over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Thanks for telling me that." she whispered as she kissed him. He just smiled back at her. "I'm gonna rest a bit. Wake me when it's my turn to drive." she said, lying with her head in his lap. He hit the button so Enter Sandman played again for her and she chuckled, tucking her head in against his chest. She fell asleep quickly with Dean there.

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"What took you guys so long?" Sam asked as he opened the door for Dean and Elita. They were staying in a backwoods cabin in Duluth, MN. It was essentially their safe house. Sam and Dean used to most often (since Elita had her apartment still) as a place to hangout between cases if they couldn't get back to Bobby's. Sam was waiting there for Elita and Dean to finish off the vampires nearby.

"Getting antsy sitting alone, Sammy?" Elita teased as she removed her coat and boots and fell to the bed. Sleeping in the Impala had formed a permanent creek in her neck.

"I'm bored," Sam replied, grabbing a beer. "I think I found a new case."

"You are such a nerd!" Dean moaned as he too removed his jacket and fell on the opposite bed. He curled over on his side and closed his eyes. He drove most of the way himself before she finally coned him into switching with her. He put up a fight but as soon as his head hit the leather backseat he passed out. He snored the rest of the drive.

"What do you have?" Elita asked, sitting up and scooting over on the bed so Sam could sit next to her. He grabbed his papers and sat down next to her, handing over all the research he'd done while they were gone.

"Durand, Wisconsin. The town only has a couple thousand in it- however they are still managing to lose a dozen or so every few years. Once someone in that town goes missing, they just don't return." Sam told her.

"That could be any number of things. My first thought is a god." Elita replied, flipping through the missing person reports and whatnot Sam printed out.

"Mine too. Whatever it is, it has roots in this town." He reached around her to nudge Dean's leg. Dean moaned and rolled over, growling at Sam. "You coming with us?"

Elita chuckled as she started packing up her things. She knew how Sam could get when he had a case in his hands. God forbid they get some sleep and drive down tomorrow. Nope Sam would insist they go it tonight. Just as long as he knew he'd have to be the one to drive because Dean wasn't going to make it.

"Dude, take a breather. We just took out a few vampires. Our daily good deed has been done. I wanna sleep." Dean mumbled into the bed as he fought against passing out again. But Sam shook him again, tossing his jacket on him.

"I'll drive," was all Sam said and within the hour they had the cars packed up and were ready to hit the road. They practically shoved Dean in the Impala before Sam climbed in and drove off. Elita stopped at a restaurant before following in her Roadrunner. She was starving and needed some kind of sustenance if she was going to stay awake another three and a half hours.

Elita put in her order and pulled out her cell phone. She had a few missed calls and text messages but she knew they were from Sam. He called a lot when he wasn't with her- in fact he called her more often then Dean. But that's just how Sam was. He was sweet and looked after her; and not just because Bobby would kill him if he didn't.

After Elita ate and got back to her car, she popped the trunk and checked her bags. She'd need fake ID's and a convincing detective get-up if they were going to work a missing person's case. She didn't have much in the way of dressy things or hell, even nice things. Mostly jeans, button-ups, and boots. She had sneakers but that was it. She'd left the only pair of heels she owned in Minnesota and she wasn't driving all the way home to come all the way back just for a pair of heels. So she made a mental note to stop off at a mall or something when the sun came back up. But until then, she had to make due with plain black slacks, a deep purple long sleeve shirt and a black blazer. She also needed to re-laminate her badge since the edges were curling.

She heaved a sigh as she slammed the trunk shut. Hunting with the boys was becoming more and more exhausting. But a treat nonetheless. She enjoyed watching the two of them bicker like an old married couple yet still get the job done the right way. She had to admit, the boys kicked serious ass. In the years she'd known them she always assumed they were good hunters- how else would they manage to stay live this long? But she never knew just how good they were until she saw them hunt first hand. And by God, the Winchester's were a force to be reckoned with. Anyone to under estimate them would quickly regret it.