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Without further ado...

When Elizabeth awoke the next morning, it took her a moment to process where she was.

America. Kansas. Lebanon. Bunker.

Right. Okay.

Not to mention, she had just found out that angels, demons, and the Apocalypse existed.

Somehow, she wasn't surprised. She credited Sherlock for that. Having her grow up among dead bodies and vicious killers probably prepared her for anything. Thus, she was totally cool with the idea of the supernatural. In fact, she was a little excited.

Elizabeth had just found out that a world beyond her own existed. How could she not be ecstatic?

Swinging out of bed, Elizabeth slid her clothes back on. Last night, Sam had led her to a unused, but furnished, room three doors down from his. He had left her for the night then, and Elizabeth had dug around to try and find some suitable sleepwear. She had ended up settling for a slightly large pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

Elizabeth walked out of the room and crossed the hall. She went straight to the kitchen, having remembered passing it the night before.

Dean was there, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.

"Morning, Brit," Dean greeted. "Mugs are in the cabinet if you want some coffee."

"Thanks," Elizabeth smiled, heading straight for her sweet nectar. She filled a mug and then sat down across from Dean.

"So," Elizabeth began, "you and your brother are hunters, then?"

"How did you know we were brothers?" Dean asked, suddenly seeming wary.

Elizabeth looked down at her mug. For the first time, she was a little shy of her abilities.

"He's younger, right?" Elizabeth redirected. "By like three or four years? It's obvious in how your protective of him, and he is used to it. You practically raised him."

"How did you know that?" Dean asked again more firmly.

"I observed you guys," Elizabeth said tersely.

"What like some sort of Sherlock?" Dean smirked. "Trying to live up to your name?"

"Sherlock Holmes is my father."

Dean's mouth dropped open. Apparently, even in the world of angels and demons, they'd heard of the world's only consulting detective. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Elizabeth nodded. "He taught me how to do deductions."

"Well, then you are certainly living up to your name."

Elizabeth suddenly remembered that her father had no idea where she was. In the excitement of realizing that monsters existed , she had forgotten to give him a call.

"Oh, damn it!" Elizabeth cried, running back to her room. She had left her jacket, mobile phone in pocket, hanging over the bedpost.

"What?!" Dean shouted, racing after her. Elizabeth quickly rifled through her jacket, ignoring the slightly freaked out hunter behind her. "Elizabeth, what is it?"

"He must be so worried," Elizabeth muttered, punching in her father's number.

"What-?" Dean understood. "Oh...Yeah, make sure to tell him that we didn't kidnap you or anything. Just don't mention..." Dean trailed off.

"Yeah, like I'm going to tell him any of that," Elizabeth scoffed.

"Elizabeth, where are you?" Her father's worried voice came through the line.

"Hello to you too," Elizabeth said wryly. "I'm in Dublin," she lied quickly and easily. "Reid's aunt is sick, and I came up with him. He shouldn't be alone right now, you know?" Pulling her phone away from her ear, she sent a text to Reid, telling him the story and imploring him to cover for her. She knew that he would without question.

"Alright, fine," The worry lessened slightly, Elizabeth heard. "When will you be back? Do you think it will be in time to solve this triple-homicide with me?" Dean, hearing that last sentence, glanced at Elizabeth with a weird expression.

"Don't know, sorry," Elizabeth said honestly. "I should be back day after tomorrow, though. I'll call if it will be later than that."

"Okay, have fun with the boring, mundane, dying people."

"Have fun with the brutally murdered," Elizabeth echoed. "And don't be rude to Anderson this time. I'm not there, so Lestrade will just throw you out."

Sherlock hung up, and Elizabeth put her phone back in the pocket of her jacket.

"So that explains a bit of why you weren't totally spazzing when you found out about all of this," Dean mused as they walked back to their awaiting coffee mugs. "You solve cases with your dad. How old are you anyways?"

"Fifteen," Elizabeth answered. "And yeah, having intimate knowledge of the corruption of humans means that I'm not really surprised by anything. Your world might have demons, but mine has sick, twisted human beings."

Dean grimaced, "At least with demons, there are patterns and predictability. People are just crazy."

"I couldn't agree more."

After finishing in the kitchen, Dean and Elizabeth went into the main room. Sam was sitting at the long table, immersed in one of the thick, scary-looking books.

"Hey," Sam greeted them as they walked in. He looked at Dean, "So far, I've got nothing new on Lucifer." Dean sighed, running his hands through his short hair.

"So when you said the Apocalypse had started..." Elizabeth trailed off.

Sam explained, "Lucifer was released from his Cage in Hell. If we can't kill him or put him back in the Cage, the world's basically going to end."

"And how close are you to figuring out how to save the world?" Elizabeth asked.

"We've got nothing," Dean said tersely.

"Well," Elizabeth sighed. "Then I know what I'm doing the second I get back to London."

The brothers glanced at her curiously.

"I'm am not dying a virgin."

Dean chuckled at that, shaking his head. Elizabeth pulled out a chair and sat across from Sam.

"Want some help?" Elizabeth asked. Sam looked tired, and she wondered if he had ever gone to bed last night. Obviously he was working really hard. Dean didn't exactly strike her as a book guy and Castiel was passed out in a bed somewhere, so she thought maybe she would lend a hand.

Sam gazed at her like she'd just fallen from Heaven, "Please." Elizabeth nodded and pulled the closest book into her arms. She opened it to the first page and immediately lost herself in this new world.

A loud thud snapped Elizabeth out of her reading. She jumped and glanced around for the killer holding the knife. Or the vampire, fangs bared to kill her.

But it was Sam, who had slammed the cover of a book shut in frustration. He scrubbed at his eyes, sighing deeply. Sam looked horribly exhausted.

"Hey, it's like," Elizabeth glanced at her watch. "Noon. I know you didn't get much sleep last night, if any. Why don't you crash, and I'll keep looking for a way to gank Lucifer."

"Okay," Sam stood. He was about to walk away when he turned back. "Wait...Did you just say 'gank'?"

"It means kill."

"Yeah, I know," Elizabeth wasn't sure why Sam was laughing. It was probably a private joke.

After he left, it was quiet again (Elizabeth wasn't sure where Dean had disappeared to). She dove back into her book.

Thirty minutes later, Elizabeth was once again brought roughly out of her reading.

She perked her ears, unsure of what had startled her this time. And then she heard it.

It was muffled, like it was far away. But it was unmistakable.

A pained cry.

It came again, and Elizabeth darted towards the sound. As she raced down the hallway, she knew where it must be coming from.

Elizabeth sprinted into Sam's room. Too late, she realized that if he was being attacked or something she would be little help. She had no weapon.

But there was no one in the room but Sam. He was in bed, sheets twisted around him. He was crying out and writhing like he was in pain.

Elizabeth slowly approached the bed. She wasn't sure if she should wake him, but she was out of options. She couldn't just leave him like that.

Reaching her hand out gingerly, she found that she was holding her breath. "Sam," Elizabeth said firmly, shaking his shoulder. "Sam, wake up."

Sam thrashed, jerking away from her touch. "No," he begged pathetically.

"Sam!" Elizabeth pressed. She used both hands and shook his shoulders hard.

Sam's eyes shot open. He sat up quickly, knocking Elizabeth's hands aside.

"Elizabeth?" Sam reached out and grasped her arm like he was assuring himself that she was real. What had he been seeing?

"Are you okay?" Elizabeth sat down at his feet, letting Sam keep her arm.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Sam sighed. "I just..."

Elizabeth squinted and deduced rapidly, "So you have nightmares about Lucifer, huh?"

Sam cracked a small smile, "Dean wasn't kidding. You are Sherlock Holmes's daughter."

"You think that the Apocalypse is your fault," Elizabeth stated.

"That's because it is," Sam's grip tightened. "I started the Apocalypse. It's all my fault."

"How is it your fault?" Elizabeth asked, confused.

"I killed a demon named Lilith, and that was the final seal," Sam explained. "Breaking that seal caused Lucifer to be able to escape his Cage. I didn't mean to, I was tricked by another demon. I never would have killed Lilith if I had known!" Elizabeth could see that Sam was pleading with her to believe him.

"I know you wouldn't have," Elizabeth soothed.

Sam was rambling now, "I didn't mean to get addicted to demon blood. It made me strong; I needed to be strong. I had to be. Dean was gone, and I didn't know what to do!"

Elizabeth listened calmly. Sam was getting like Sherlock did when he was exhausted, bored, and irritated.

"Dean was gone!" Sam screamed, causing Elizabeth to jump. "He was in Hell! He sold his soul to save me, and I couldn't save him! Dean was down there getting tortured and burned and... I couldn't do anything about it! I couldn't save him, and I was all alone!"

Sam was breaking down, so Elizabeth did the only thing she could think of.

She hugged him.

Sam stiffened for a moment, but then relaxed in her embrace. In that moment, Elizabeth's heart went out to him. Sam wasn't even thirty yet, and the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

Elizabeth didn't care if he had started the Apocalypse. No one deserved this kind of responsibility.

Dean came running in at that moment, "Hey, I heard yelling. Are you..." He noticed Sam on the bed, Elizabeth hugging him tightly. Nightmare?, Dean mouthed. Elizabeth nodded.

Seeing his brother enter, Sam pulled away from Elizabeth. He looked down, trying to school his expression.

"Hey, y'all want some grub?" Dean asked, walking back out of the room without waiting for an answer.

Elizabeth smiled and stood to leave too. She had reached the threshold when Sam spoke.

"Thanks, Elizabeth."

She kept walking.