Feeling like a zombie from the lack of sleep, Elizabeth stumbled into the kitchen for her second cup of coffee of the day. It had been a long night and she wasn't sure how much sleep she had actually gotten, but it wasn't enough. Walking though to the library, she sat across from Dean.

"Couldn't sleep either?" She asked.

"Not really." He sighed.

"Whatcha doing?" She asked curious about why he was on the laptop. There were no special noises coming from it, so she knew it wasn't his normal , for which she was grateful.

"Research. Trying to get a beat on Kevin. So far, nada." He was taking this hard and Elizabeth knew it.

"I'm feeling cooped up. Wanna go for some breakfast? Maybe grab some beer on the way back?" She asked. She needed to go outside and walk around but she didn't want to go on her own.

"We should have beer in the fridge." He said.

"Yeah. About that." She smiled at him sheepishly.

Dean shook his head. "Seriously?"

"What? I got bored and it's a great pain reliever. If you… drink a lot of it, at once." She flashed her teeth at him, trying to lessen the blow.

"Alright. First off, you shouldn't be drinking so much. Second. Get dressed, I'm not going out there with you looking like that. People will think I kidnapped you or something." He told her.

She stuck her tongue out at him as she went to her room to tame her hair. She had not really brushed it in a while and she could only imagine what her auburn locks looked like.

After having some of the best pancakes she had ever tasted, Elizabeth and Dean made it back to the bunker. He put the beer on the table next to his laptop and she reached over and grabbed one. Swiftly uncapping it and taking a swig.

"Oh, nu uh." He said, taking it out of her hands. "No way. You're not becoming an alcoholic on my watch." He warned, as he drank the beer.

"You're one to talk." She challenged.

"Well, I'm older. So that means I'm always right." He told her smiling.

Just then, Sam appeared looking like he just woke up from a very long nap. His hair was all over the place and he looked disoriented.

Dean turned to him. "Y…" He stopped once he saw his brother, giving him a look of slight disgust. Sam stopped and slightly swayed. "Man, I'm telling you, give me five minutes with some clippers and…"

"Oh, shut up." Sam said as he ran his fingers through his hair. Dean looked like he wanted to say more, but he held his tongue. "Uh, what time did I lay down?" Sam asked.

"You came in and passed out around noon." Elizabeth told him.

"Yesterday." Dean clarified. He picked up a beer and tossed it to Sam who looked at it without even attempting to catch it. Elizabeth flinched when it shattered behind Sam. Dean looked like he was trying not to let his temper get the best of him. He lightly hit his fist on the table as Sam apologized.

"That's why we don't have nice things, Sam." Dean told him. Elizabeth was trying not to laugh but a giggle slipped through her lips. Dean shot her a look that said "I will end you."

"This is why you should have given me the beer instead." She told him smirking.

She looked at Sam who swayed slightly. "Sam, you okay?" She asked.

He put his hand on the table and rubbed his eyes like he had a headache. "I'm…I'm fine. Just, uh, you know what? I'm gonna get dressed. We should find Kevin."

Dean stopped him. "Hey, hey, hey, hey. Easy, easy, sleeping beauty. Look man, I've hacked into every security camera around – Garth's houseboat, Kevin's hometown, where Mrs. Tran lived."

"And?" Sam sounded hopeful.

"He's got nothing." Elizabeth offered.

"Well, we have to find him." Sam insisted.

Dean tried to calm him down. "I know. Look, Garth is out looking for him. We've got a hunter A.P.B. out on Kevin. We will do what we can from here. While you get better."

"Yeah, I'm with Dean on this one, Sam. You look like Hell." Elizabeth was worried about how he was looking. It didn't help that his balance was terrible.

"The same goes for you." Dean shot at Elizabeth. "Do you think I didn't notice you still flinch when loud noises happen or when you move the wrong way. You're still busted up too." Dean shot at her.

"I'm fine." Sam and Elizabeth said at the same time.

"I can still go out there." Sam said, while Elizabeth said. "I can still hunt."

"Really?" Dean shot at the both of you.

Dean took Sam to the firing range and had him shoot off a couple of rounds. From the look on Sam's face, it didn't end well. Dean walked up to Elizabeth. "Alright. Your turn."

"What? You want me to shoot a gun at a target too?" She asked sarcastically.

"Nope. We are going to spar. Try to take me down. If you can, we can talk about you going on a hunt."

She chuckled and lunged for him. She punched at his face, but he grabbed her wrist stopping her. With her other hand, she tried to break his hold. He grabbed that hand as well. She tried to break his grasp, but he was too strong, so she brought her right leg up to kick at him. When she moved too fast, she hissed from the pain radiating down her side. Dean let go of her immediately and she grasped her ribs. They would only give her sharp pains every now and again. Of course, this would be the time they would flair up.

"I rest my case." He told her walking away.

Huffing in frustration, she kicked the back of his knee and pushed his torso forward, sending him tumbling to the ground. She climbed on his back and held him down, locking him in a headlock. He tapped on her arm for her to let him go. "See, I told you I was ready." She smirked at him, while she helped him up.

"That doesn't mean anything." Dean said. "We are all staying here, and that's final."

Elizabeth was sulking in a chair at the end of the library when Sam announced that he got an email from Charlie about a case. At the mention of the redhead, Elizabeth couldn't help but smile. She was extremely fond of her and of course, redheads had to stick together.

"In the neighborhood? How the hell's she know where we are?" Dean asked.

"Uh…well, she doesn't. Not exactly, at least. It says she tracked our cells to a 20-mile radius then the signal went out. Huh. This place must be in some kind of, like, Bermuda triangle." Sam looked like he hit the jackpot.

"What, are you saying, that we can make and receive phone calls from here and nobody can track us?" Dean asked, glancing at Elizabeth. "Man, I love this place."

Elizabeth took a second to let that sink in. The bunker was truly the safest place for her to be. Scott would never find her while she was there. "But," a small voice said to her, "you save people. To do that you have to leave."

"Well. Let's go meet her." Dean said. "Maybe you should stay here, just in case anything pops up." He said to Elizabeth

"But I want to say hi to her." She pouted.

"She's coming back here. Say hi to her then." He scoffed. Elizabeth could only watch as they left the bunker in search of your other favorite redhead.

When the door opened, Elizabeth ran up the stairs leading to the door. As soon as she saw Charlie, she gave a squeak and hugged her. "I'm so happy you're here. Finally, someone cool to join us. What are you doing here?"

Charlie laughed. "There's a comic convention in Topeka. Couldn't miss it. Heh."

Elizabeth looked at her for a second, it struck her as odd that she would be at a convention in the middle of the week, but she let it go. "I hear ya. So, are you staying for a bit? Please tell me you are staying."

"Uh. Yeah, I found a case for us all. Hey, you okay?" She asked Elizabeth.

Elizabeth followed Charlie's gaze and noticed that her shirt had slipped revealing a bruise that was still healing. She pulled down her sleeves to hide the burns and chuckled. "Of course. It's nothing. Come on in, let me show you around the place."

Going down the stairs, Charlie was taking in every inch of the place. When they entered the library, she actually said "Holy, mother of Tolkien."

Once they got settled, they talked about the case. Elizabeth couldn't keep a straight face when Charlie said what she had been thinking for months about the Men of Letters. "Too bad they got whipped out, though that is what they get for the sexist name." Elizabeth caught Charlie's eye and winked at her, sending a blush over Charlie's cheeks.

Charlie brought a computer system that she used to categorize monsters, making it easier to eliminate possible bad guys. They were looking for a creature that liquified a man, by the name of Tom Blake. The tech she had was impressive, but it left the Winchesters questioning her.

"Wait a second. When did you become such an expert?" Sam asked her.

"Well, after you guys left, I dug into all things monstrous. I'm a wee bit obsessive. If "a wee bit" means completely. Elizabeth helped me out on some of the cases, giving me some info and whatnot. Thanks for that by the way." Elizabeth bit her bottom lip as Sam and Dean turned to her with looks that told her she would get an earful later. "I also found this series of books by Carver Edlund."

At that, the three of you them looked very uncomfortable and gave each other glances. Charlie noticed and asked if they actually happened. When no one answered herher, and the room was teeming with awkwardness, she tried to break it. "Wow. That is some meta-madness. Thanks for saving the world and stuff. Sorry you have zero luck with the ladies." She said to Sam. "Awesome job keeping up with these two, even though you had a huge crush on Sam when you were younger. Glad you didn't let it stop you from the brother sister thing." She said to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth felt her throat go dry. Sam and Dean turned to look at her with their eyebrows raised. "We need to find every single copy of those books and burn them." She said, avoiding Sam's gaze.

"They're online now, so good luck with that." Charlie let the three of you in on the bad news.

"Awesome." Dean said, while Elizabeth slammed her head down on the table. "Well, you three crazy kids deal with that. I will go see if there's anything to this, uh, case of yours."

Without missing a beat Sam volunteered to go with Dean. As he got up, he fell and had to hold onto the chair to keep himself standing. Dean told him in his fatherly voice, "You're taking a knee as long as you're off your game."

Elizabeth stood up, but Dean cut her off. "You too Lizzy. We are not having this fight again. Stay where you're safe."

In the end, Charlie went with Dean after he took her into the shooting range for her to prove herself capable. She ended up getting two headshots, leading Elizabeth to high five her for being a badass. Elizabeth laughed at the way Dean's face looked when he saw the shot. It was like he couldn't believe he was wrong and because he is a sore loser, he told her she had to ditch her novelty t-shirts.

"So, did you really have a crush on me?" Sam asked Elizabeth trying to be subtle but falling flat. Dean and Charlie had been gone for a few hours and Elizabeth hated that she wasn't with them.

She cleared her throat. "Um. Yeah. When we first met, I thought you, you know, were cute. I was 17 and you were about to head off to college." She told him. He raised his eyebrows and put his hands in his lap, waiting for more of an explanation. "I didn't say anything because I knew it wouldn't work. Then, you found Jess and I kept hunting. It never seemed like the right time to say anything and then the apocalypse happened, and you died. Again. Suddenly, I was with other men and then Scott came around. It just never seemed to work out is all."

He sighed. "Yeah, that seems like our life doesn't it?" He looked at the table for a few minutes before turning to her again. "Would you, ever…" He stopped looking like he wanted to say something but didn't want to say it.

"Would I ever, what?" She asked, worried about what he was going to ask.

"Would you ever try again? With someone? Maybe someone like me?" He asked, watching her reaction.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and sat thinking. "I honestly don't know Sam. Would you honestly be able to see me as anything other than a sister? If the answer is not an immediate yes, then it's probably not a good idea. Anyway, after Scott…" She couldn't finish her sentence.

"Look, I know he hurt you. I'm not saying you should get right back out there and date, but don't say never. Even if it could be with someone like me." He told her, turning to head to the shooting range. She knew what he said was right, she just had to heal a bit. His questions also brought up a question of her own. Was Sam into her?

She shook her head and went to her room. For some reason, she was exhausted and decided to try getting a few hours of sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she would hear a gunshot go off and it was getting irritating. Though, she knew Sam needed to practice so she threw on a pair of headphones to drown out the noise. Soon, she found herself drifting to sleep.