Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or an of its characters
"What the hell?" I yelled trying to push myself up on my elbow but wavering and collapsing back down. Elizabeth glided over tugging me to my feet and steadying me. Her light touch on my shoulder a chest left a buzz in my heart. Her hand caressed my face and the area where I had been struck then she pulled her hand back breathing in a sigh of emotion.
"While this is a great reunion and I'd love to talk with you right now, really, but how about we take care of this killer gramps first?" she mentioned shrugging her slender shoulders and widening her eyes to emphasize.
"Ya, ya of course."
Then as if waiting for the right moment the ghost reappeared. Its frail translucent frame so unintimidating until you saw the power in which it raised the rout brass poker. The man's eyes had creases around them and seemed friendly until you saw the two black abysses inside the tiered creases. The pitch black holes swallowing any light and glinting eerily. Elizabeth swept the gun up through the air and shot surely; piercing the figure and making it waft away like dust. She pressed her palm into my back and shoved me toward the baseball cap. I rushed forward grabbing the cap and holding it in the dim light of the moon while my eyes swept it for the hair only momentarily flipping my eyes to Elizabeth's perfect silhouette in the silvery moon.
"You got it yet." Elizabeth questioned glancing back at me in the wrong moment. The old man hovered behind her right when her focus left the spot and he swung down hard just as the last of his remains went up in flame. She toppled forward and the spirit burned away. In an instant I pinned under her after she had fallen on me and her honey blonde hair flew in front of her face tickling my cheek ones.
"Hey." I said as I raised my head putting our noses at almost touching. Her soft breathe pulsed through the air and brushed my face. Her soft pink lips edged closer to mine and I pressed mine forward holding my hands around her waist while her wrapped around my neck.
"Dean!" Sam called seemingly from another universe. "What's going on?"
"Uhh Sammy," I said watching Elizabeth's face which now edged away from mine turn a light rosy color, "This is Elizabeth, she just saved our lives."
"Well hello…Elizabeth." Sam struggled out a look of confusion pasted on his face.
"Now Elizabeth I think it's time for the talk. Now, what the hell?"