Linda pulled up outside her house as the sun set over the town. The oncoming darkness rather neatly disguised a '67 Chevy Impala a few yards behind her.

"Is this her place?" inquired Sam.

"The house with the Graceland gates? Yeah, I guess so. Hang on, she's going in."

The gates parted, as her car slinked into the garage. Dean parked the impala across the street and Sam produced two pairs of binoculars from the glove-box.

"Stakeout time?"

"All night?"

"If we have to."

...

Turning the keys in the lock, Linda opened the door to the sound of an Elvis record. She glanced at her car's trunk before entering, dancing as she did so. As the song entered the chorus, she strolled over the mantelpiece and gave herself a winning smile as she picked up the mirror sitting atop it.

"Linda, is that you?" A deep, slurred voice came from upstairs.

She nearly dropped the mirror. "Derek?" She expelled some relieved laughter. "oh thank goodness it's you" She carefully placed the mirror next to the fireplace and walked timidly to the bottom of the stairs. When she looked up, a single blue suede shoe appeared at the summit. She swallowed her fear.

…Ooh ooh ooh, I feel my temperature rising…

White sequinned legs descended the stairs, followed by the beginnings of a beer belly and a hairy chest bursting from a jumpsuit. Sitting atop them was a remarkably square head with a mess of black hair, drowning in gel. Linda gasped in a lungful of air.

"Oh it is you!"

"It sure is, baby!"

She ran and wrapped her arms around him; "I thought you said you weren't going to dress up for me?"

"It's because I love you, baby. And besides, this way, we get to do it"

"Oh, really?" Lifting an eyebrow, she pulled off her coat, one arm at a time. Still struggling with the sleeves, Derek cupped her face in his hands and kissed her with an abundance of saliva.

…Your kisses lift me higher…

As the kiss went on, Derek noticed that Linda seemed to be clinging on to him harder and harder and his head was forced higher and higher. He opened his eyes as she grappled onto his shoulders. He drew back in shock. She was levitating like a minus sign, eyes wide with terror. Her nails dug into him like talons as he tried to pull her down to Earth, but she resisted him with a mysterious force.

She strained her mouth, barely forming the words "Help… me…"

An invisible sphere of wind blasted him back against the wall. He watched helplessly as she began spinning in mid-air, slowly at first, but turning faster until she glowed red with heat; flames spat from her body in every direction, licking across the wallpaper. Soon the fire began eating away at her skin, her lungs, her muscles, and her brain; soon the flames encircled her heart.

…You light my burning sky… Burning love…

Derek crawled back, terrified, wary of the surrounding flames that crept in on him from every angle. Smoke and ash –the remains of Linda- began to choke the room. Soon she invaded his lungs, slowly caking the insides of his mouth in a fatal kiss. Tears leaked from his eyes, scared more for losing Linda than for his own life. He prepared himself for death and closed his eyes.

Splinters burst from the door as a boot bashed its way in. The Winchesters burst in, covering their mouths, their eyelids almost shut. Sam instinctively went for the survivor, lifting him up onto his shoulders as the last grain of consciousness fell from Derek. Following very similar instincts, Dean whipped out his gun and unleashed a round into the firey sphere. As the bullets penetrated the flaming cloud, sparks crackled, but abated, bursting into oblivion. A human heart fell, seemingly evaporating in yellow flames as it hit the floor.

Dean motioned to Sam to hurry up and Sam gestured to the rather heavy Elvis impersonator strewn over his shoulder. Flamed flooded the doorway they had entered through. Dean sighed and flung himself through the window, littering glass everywhere. Sam followed through, but first passing Dean the limp body of Derek.

Fleeing the scene, Sam and Dean lumbered Derek into the back scene of the Impala as the top floor exploded behind them. Dean slid into the driver's seat as Sam looked back at the remains. For a second, he thought he saw a flash of rhinestones and the flutter of lei, before leaping into the passenger seat. The tires squealed as they sped away.