The fic becomes slightly AU here, with the fact Castiel does not meet April but rather is successful finding the bunker himself after Dean told him too. Because no one wants to make Cas' relive April trying to stab him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Castiel couldn't stay at the bunker. Elise had accidentally zapped into the bunker – painfully she might add with the condition of her wings – while Dean was having this conversation with poor human Cas who'd only just made in to the bunker in one piece. At first she'd been quite outraged with Dean, silencing Castiel's attempt to calm her with his acceptance of Dean kicking him out, but then she'd seen Dean's expression. She knew that look, he didn't want to do this – but something was making him do it. Without a doubt the bigger brother had done something stupid again, something that would likely come back to bite their asses. With a sigh Elise accepted that Castiel had to leave the bunker – and she left with him.
All the supplies Dean could give them where piles in the back seat of Elise's old car, with Cas in the passenger seat staring out of the window with a solemn look and Elise driving. They were silent. She'd tried to broach conversation but had been met with short answers of no more than five words, so she quickly got the message that Cas didn't feel like talking.
Elise had been tapping her hands on the steering wheel in time with the music when the song switched and the Black Veil Brides 'fallen angels' started to blare. Elise threw the stereo a look and grimaced "well, that's just in ironic bad taste" and she shut it off, plunging them into pure silence.
They came to a motel and she flicked a look at Castiel, but he was still looking out of the window. It was starting to rain, so she decided to pull over and they could stop for the night. It was far from the bunker, and she never did like to drive at night in the rain. Castiel didn't even to notice they had stopped, not even when Elise got out of the car and went to pay for a room. She came back and he was still in the same position. She walked out into the rain, getting thoroughly soaked as it lashed down hard enough to sting, with a grim expression. How do you cheer up an ex-angel?
She opened Castiel's door for him and he finally looked up at her. From the frown that formed she was making a good guess that he hadn't even noticed she was gone, let alone that it was raining. Elise crouched down, ignoring the drips of rain now running off the end of her nose, and gave him a small encouraging smile "it'll be okay Cas" she said resting one of her now very chilly hands on his knee "I'm sure Dean had a reason for kicking you out. He's not the kind of guy to turn a friend out in the cold without a reason, especially not someone he counts more as family than just a friend. It's nothing you did, I promise you."
He didn't really look like he believed her as his deep blue eyes searched her icy ones but he nodded and that was the most reaction she'd gotten out of him in a few hours so Elise decided that was progress. "Good, now grab that green duffle bag and haul tail before we drown."
They made it to the motel room with Castiel only getting marginally wet. Elise was so wet the first thing she did was go to the bathroom and start to rub her hair dry with a towel. When she was no longer dripping (aside from her clothes) she found Castiel sitting on the queen sized bed still looking forlorn. Not the kind of depression a pep talk could get him out of? Okay, she sighed, time to distract him instead. She reached into the duffle back and pulled out a canister of salt. "Hey-" she made sure he saw she was about to throw the salt and passed him the can "-salt the doors and windows while I draw protection sigil's" she told him kindly, retrieving a pack of chalk from the bag also.
He did as she asked wordlessly. She bit her lip, drawing on the walls, and asked him quietly "hey Cas, do you ever wonder how Dean, Sam and I choose our rooms at the motels?"
He paused, she saw it in the reflection of the television, before he said "no. It has never occurred to me that there was a reason."
"Well it's something you're going to want to learn" she said "it's strategic. We choose our rooms by either the advantage of escape routes or how fast we will notice a big bad has found us. Sometimes both. This room for instance is right on the end, and has the advantage of a window more extra compared to the other rooms where if we needed to we could climb out of. There's also that big vent up there in the wall that someone could hide in, though I didn't know about that till getting in the room. That's a nice bonus. But this room also has a view of the entire parking lot and the gas station across the street so we can see if anyone is lurking."
"Yes, I see" Cas mumbled from the window as he drew a line of salt on the ledge but looked up, noticing even in the rain the lights of the motel and the gas station allowed him to see quite far. He turned, and noticed her drawing angel sigil's "Will those not hurt you?" he asked, knowing she still had quite a bit of grace left, perhaps more so than the other angels did.
"I feel weaker but not hurt" she replied as she finished "not that it bothers me much. I'm not as strong as the other angels when they're running on a full tank of gas. That doesn't bother me either."
"A lot of things do not seem to bother you" he commented, actually sounding amused. Elise looked over her shoulder at him and saw his lips had indeed tugged into a slight smile.
"What can I say?" she said, jumping off the bed where she had stood to reach the wall better "I'm a bit of an optimist. Dean hates it, he says there can't always be a good side to everything. What do you think?"
Cas tilted his head and looked into the distance as if considering, and finally he nodded "yes, I believe you are right and Dean is wrong. I am beginning to realise there is even a good side to our current situation."
"Yeah?" she smiled "what's that then?"
He raised an eyebrow at her "I shall tell you later. First we must get you out of those clothes."
Elise smirked "down boy!" she said, though knew he probably hadn't meant it how it sounded.
Castiel frowned and sat down and she almost burst out laughing, just barely able to keep herself from grinning, even as an understanding look seemed to grace his features "oh, you believed I was insinuating-? I simply meant that your clothes are exceptionally wet from the rain and no doubt are making you very cold. With so little angelic power left in your body it is plausible that you are susceptible to human illness and I would rather you did not get sick."
Elise looked down at her clothes and realised that he was indeed right, not a patch seemed to have been spared by the rain. Another root around in the duffle bag saw her finding a pair of cotton shorts (they had once been sweat pants until she took a pair of scissors to the legs) and a tank top. She disappeared into the bathroom to change and when she reappeared Castiel had also changed into a pair of what must've been Dean's old sweat pants. They sat surprisingly low on his hips, and Elise was actually slightly concerned they might fall down completely if he tried to run.
"Are you hungry?" she asked him as she smothered a yawn with her hand.
"No, I am just tired" he replied softly.
"Wanna just go to bed?"
"But there is only one…" he trailed off, looking at her with a tilt of his head.
"What?" she grinned "you're not one of those people who refuse to even share a bed with the opposite sex unless you're married are you? Because I'm not sleeping on the floor and neither are you. It'll be fine. I've shared with Dean and Sam before."
His expression suddenly turned sharp and, surprisingly, jealous as he asked "when was this?"
"Oh well" she folded her arms in amusement looking at the ceiling as if trying to remember "let me see, there was a few times when we were kids, and then when we were teens – Dean was particularly hands-on back then – and as adults there's been a fair hundred dozen times or so. Last month for instance-"
"-stop" Cas's voice was hard, growly, and she instantly shut up to look at his glowering eyes "I do not want to hear that you have shared beds with another man again, do you understand?"
"Jealous?"
"Yes" he replied honestly, still glaring.
"Hmm, well I can't promise anything" she teased, getting under the blanket herself and turning off the lamp, plunging them into darkness.
It was barely a few seconds after she turned off the light that she felt the bed dip beside her as Castiel shuffled to join her under the covers. She thought he would be awkward and stiff so she was lay on her side, right on the edge of the bed, to give him enough room to be comfortable. Which was why she let out a surprised squeak as his hand snaked over her side to lie flat against her belly and drag her back against him in the middle of the bed. He growled, so close to her ear that his lips brushed her skin delicately, "no more sharing beds Elise, unless it is with me, understand?"
"Yeah, okay" she mumbled back into her pillow, trying to hide a grin. Still he seemed satisfied with this answer, and this position if the way he snuggled his face into her hair was any indication. Since he seemed disinclined to move she made herself comfortable and soon fell asleep in his protective embrace.
X
Elise woke slowly, the room still dark as it was well before dawn, and became aware of movement on the exposed skin of her thigh. She kept her breathing shallow as she realised it must have been Castiel, and that he must also be awake, just savouring the feeling of being relaxed. Her legs where tangled in Cas's, one of his between hers, no doubt she'd done that at some point in an attempt to warm her toes which were always in a constant state of cold no matter if she had socks on or not, and she could feel Cas's breath steady and warm on the exposed skin of her shoulder. She was still paying more attention to his finger drawing patterns on her leg, right up until she realised what it was he was drawing.
He was drawing his name on her skin, in Enochian. She'd become adept in the language since their trip to the temple searching for god, though reading it hadn't really become easy until she'd become an angel. She smirked when she realised what he was drawing, and couldn't contain the chuckle which obviously made him freeze.
"You're like a kid marking his favourite ball, drawing you're name on me like that"
"You knew what I was-"he sounded quite embarrassed as Elise turned over so she was facing him.
She gave him a light smile "don't worry. I don't mind. Just don't go around tattooing it on me or something."
"My name is already tattooed on you Elise, as yours is tattooed on me."
"What?"
He took her hand and rested it palm flat against his chest, holding it gently in place so she could feel the thud of his heart beat. "Soul mates Elise" he reminded her softly "your name is tattooed on my heart like mine is on yours."
"Don't ever let Dean hear you talk like that, it's really cheesy." Elise smiled gently, but it soon slipped from her face and she had to shift a bit to feel more comfortable, the ache of her shoulders getting worse.
Castiel noticed her discomfort and frowned "are you okay?"
"Yeah it's just my – eh – wings. Something happened when heaven was shut, and they've hurt ever since."
"And you are only just telling me now?" Castiel sat up abruptly looking horrified "Elise your wings are delicate, a part of your celestial form that you must care for, any pain or discomfort you are feeling should be immediately seen too!"
"I just figured I pulled a muscle… I mean that's what it feels like" she frowned, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him. He was looking at her like she was seven kinds of crazy. "Also, I am totally new to this wing thing. You're brother wasn't really interested in teaching me that side of being an angel. Just essential survival techniques really."
He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it even more, and looked stressed "Elise would you allow me to take a look at your wings? It is a personal thing, but I would rather make sure there is no lasting damage to you."
"Person-"she stopped, thinking this probably wasn't a time for questions "-uh, sure you can look…"
She waited until Castiel had moved from beside her, and then when he gave her a go-ahead nod while turning on the bedside lamp Elise allowed her wings to become visible. Castiel watched mesmerized. The only times angels saw each other's wings was as mated pairs, or in threat. It was personal, Cas could count on one hand the amount of people who had seen his wings and only one of them survived – Elise. He knew she didn't know anything of angel's etiquette, but he couldn't help feeling pleased that she trusted him enough not only to see her wings but to see them while she was obviously injured too.
Her wings, being female, where much smaller than his but they were as onyx black as his where. The difference was that the tips on her feathers where a deep red, crimson as blood. One of her wings flapped slightly, stretching out a bit, but the other just twitched and remained pulled in to her body. The feathers on said wing where askew and mess, and coated with a sticky substance he quickly guessed to be blood. Cas's hand hovered over the wing, and he scowled to see the injuries.
"I'm sorry…" he muttered harshly.
"Why?" she frowned, peering at him.
"If I hadn't…"
"Don't start" she growled at him feral like with a hard stare "you didn't know. Not your fault. It's Metatron's fault, and we will kick his ass just like every other bad guy we come across."
Castiel didn't feel nearly as confident about that as Elise was, but he didn't say anything. He began to examine her most injured wing, and found a small gash among the feathers – the source of all the blood apparently – and felt the tension of the muscle. "How did it feel, when this happened?" he asked softly, going to the bathroom to get a damp cloth so he could clean the blood.
"It burned… the muscles went very tight, like a stitch…" she muttered, watching him as he came back.
He nodded, and started to wash the blood away. Beneath him Elise buried her face in the pillow. She had never considered what it would feel like to have her wings touched, in fact she'd never really considered anything about her wings, but if she knew how good it felt than maybe she'd have had someone do this sooner. It felt like… like those first few moments of sex, touching and exploring trying to memorise the other person or have them memorise you. An involuntary sigh left Elise and she buried her face in the pillow even further.
"There is a cut" Castiel told her, only too aware of her reaction. "It has begun to heal but you are lucky there is no apparent lasting damage."
"Why do they hurt then?" her voice was significantly muffled by the pillow, but he could understand her words.
"Locked muscles" he explained "as I said, wings are delicate. Locked muscles in them are not so easily rid of as the muscles of your human form. I am going to start massaging the muscle, okay? This should help to relax the muscle somewhat, but only time will fix it completely. You really are lucky you know, and flying around with this! Honestly you are like a fledgling…"
"Say's the man who had issues with a toaster just a few days ago…" she muttered into the pillow.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, I just say 'okay that's fine'" she gave him a sweet smile, an expression that turned into one of relaxed bliss as his hand suddenly started working on the muscle of her wing. She moaned, bit her lip at the noise and went back to burying her face in the pillow.
"Did that hurt?" Castiel hesitated after her moan, but saw her shake her head. She looked quite amusing to him. He continued to work along the muscle of her wing.
What he was doing certainly worked. She felt her wing relax under his touch and started stretching out more. Cas noticed this too with a slightly smug look and as he massaged with one hand he started to right her skewed feathers with the other. With earth gentle tug a fresh wave of itchy pleasure swept through Elise, but she kept her no doubt breathless face buried in the pillow, clutching the cotton fabric of the bed sheet. Cas noticed that too and this time didn't pause as he asked "does this hurt?"
"Hell no" she lifted her head long enough to say, and whimpered as his hands closed expertly on the largest muscle at the joint of her wing, massaging it until it relaxed and unlocked allowing the wing to stretch completely, the tips of her feathers curling slightly as they touched the walls of the motel. She panted as he moved back down the wing, heat washing her entire body and sending chills up and down her spine.
Both of them had been so enraptured with what they were doing they didn't notice the effect they were having on their surroundings. Not until Cas's warm hand had reached the fluffier feathers of her wing where they came from her shoulder blades, and Elise gasped again – the bulb of the lamp on the bedside burst suddenly. Elise jumped so badly away from the 'pop' that she ended up kneeling at the base of the bed with her wings half outstretched like a threatened bird, a dagger in her hand. Cas just frowned at the surge of adrenaline in his body – where human bodies in a constant state in which they were ready to produce excessive amounts of adrenaline?
Elise stared at the glass on the floor "did I cause that?" she asked a little sheepishly.
"Indeed it is likely" Castiel nodded "we should be more careful, other angels will be able to detect you're grace."
"Mind the glass" she warned when she noticed him moving around with bare feet "don't worry Cas, if angel's notice us then we'll run like greyhounds on the track."
He sighed, sitting down on the bed beside her and staring at his clasped hands "is this how we are destined to live now until we can find a way to reverse what Metatron had done? To constantly be running and hiding?"
"Course not" Elise frowned at him "I thought our next actions would be obvious."
He gave her a blank look.
"We hunt together Cas" she gave him her kindest smile "god knows you probably have some angry steam to blow off, and there's nothing like ganking an evil son of a bitch to get rid of that negative energy. And that's a part of what angels are supposed to do, isn't it? Save people, protect the humans, all that spiel? Never know. If we lead by example the few angels out there who don't wanna kill us might try protecting the humans too."
"Do you really believe that?" he gave her a doubtful look.
"Really?" she asked "No, I was just trying to make you feel better. I think it's still going to take more than this to get the others to understand free will. They're so used to orders. And the ones who do have free will, hell even the ones like me…" she trailed off without finishing.
Cas frowned, as he hadn't been aware that other angels like her – nephilim who became angels – still existed "you have met others like you?"
Her expression darkened "just one. I don't want to talk about it, so let's just forget it" her tone was dead and lazy as she looked away from him – behind her, her wings started to fade and vanish again but certainly felt much better. "You know what we should do?" she looked at him now. He tilted his head. "We should look for a job."
XXX
There was a house, Sammy gave Elise the heads up, in Dakota that was one of those houses. Haunted for only a limited time, every year. Every year some stupid kids get the great idea to stay in the house after hearing the legends and they never come out again. This year Elise and Castiel were heading up there to take care of it.
The legend was that in 1776 the Eldritch house had been a hotel of sorts, no doubt for its lakeside views, but on the evening Morris Eldritch found out his wife had been cheating with multiple partners he went completely insane – already having been quite crazy from what Elise could sus out, since he reportedly never left the house at all – and took an axe not only to his wife but all six guests in the house. That was he report anyway, since no bodies where ever found, and Eldritch shot himself in the lounge.
Castiel was actually the one who found all this, Elise and Sam where both impressed. He might have become human, but he hadn't lost his – as Dean called them – dorky, nerdy, abilities.
In honesty Cas was becoming a very good hunter, even if he wasn't an angel anymore. It seemed her technique of throwing himself into the work was doing its job and keeping his mind of heaven's situation at least for now. She didn't tell him, but once or twice when she'd made them move it was because she sensed an angel on their tail. He probably knew that, but they didn't discuss it. She shook her head of her thoughts when she saw Castiel shouldering his own duffle back and looking at her ready to hunt. They had decided – after he thoroughly checked her wings, though not enough to have a repeat of the light bulb incident – that she would fly them to the house. Far easier than climbing the locked chain fence.
"You got everything?" she asked with a teasing tone.
"Yes" he replied with a raise of his eyebrow. That was usually his reaction when she teased him at odd times, to just look at her with something akin to curiosity and amusement.
"You sure? Guns, salt, extra rounds, something made of iron?" she was turned away from him and shouldering her own bag, full of similar items.
He stepped closer to her so he almost towered over her "yes, Elise, I have everything we shall need for this hunt."
She turned around, so close that their noses brushed together "just checking, angel" she muttered, before she grabbed him by the arm and they flew off to the Eldritch house.
They were in the dark and gloomy corridor for all of five seconds before Castiel's eyes widened and he shoved Elise to the side in time to avoid having her head swiped off by an iron poker as someone let out a startled yell. She recognised the yell and turned around to face the other people, keeping Castiel behind her knowing he'd make a move to protect her. "Hey!" she yelled "totally not dead over here!"
There was a light shining in her eyes that made it hard to see, and that light was atop a small hand held camera that filmed them. Still she could just make out the faces that she knew. "Aren't you guys the… what's it, Ghostfacers? Ed and Harry right?" She asked as Castiel's grip on her arms remained tense.
"Wait…" the dark haired one moved the camera so the light wasn't in her eyes and frowned "Ed… is that, that's that girl the one who was with those Winchester douche-bags."
"I resent you calling my family douche-bags" Castiel muttered.
"Oh yeah" Harry sounded a bit annoyed "what was her name?"
"It's Elise, you know if you want to do well with girls it helps to remember their names?" she rolled her eyes and folded her arms "especially after they save your life."
"Whoa!" Harry seemed to look past Elise and see Cas for the first time, and immediately he took a step backwards "your- Ed, he's that, that angel!"
Elise looked at Cas over her shoulder "you've met these guys?"
"Yes."
"Look-"Harry gave them his best authoritative tone "-this is our haunted house, so you guys can just make like a tree, and leave. Even if you do have an…angel."
Elise raised an eyebrow "still not the sharpest hunter in the tool kit are you? We're not leaving either. But please feel free to continue filming and scream if the ghost tries to get you."
Elise span on her heel and began to walk down the corridor. She didn't actually know where she was going, but she assumed that eventually she'd find stairs. Castiel followed shortly, and the pair of them heard muttering before running footsteps. "Wait, wait, wait, wait" Ed caught up to them "last time we got trapped in a house with you people our intern died."
"So we figure we're better off…" Harry trailed off, obviously not happy "-but Ed and I, we call the shots."
"Uh… sure" Elise's voice was thick with sarcasm – she caught Cas's curious eye and winked – but she followed Ed and Harry to where they'd set up a 'base camp'. They had a few hours to wait until the hauntings usually begin, and Elise figured this would be a good time to make sure this room at least was salted, protected, and that no other ghost hunter wannabe's got in. "So what happened to the rest of your team? They didn't…" she trailed off, asking the Ghostfacers.
"Dead? No" Harry replied, but didn't seem keen to elaborate further or even look up from his laptop.
Ed was in the corner, texting with a cheesy grin on his face. "Girlfriend?" Elise guessed as she sat on the arm of a mouldy chair and nodded at Ed.
"Yeah" he muttered kind of shyly, yet proudly. He noticed Castiel watching him with a curious look and a tilt of his head and scowled. "If he's supposed to be an angel what's he doing hunting ghosts?"
Elise watched as Castiel ducked his head sadly, but she couldn't blame Ed for accidentally rubbing salt in the wound. "He's human now" she explained in a gentle voice, then after a silent second she said "hey Cas, why did you visit these guys in the first place?"
"They were mentioned in Chuck's chronicles" he said simply.
"We have the footage" Harry jumped in suddenly, leaning forward on his laptop obviously searching. A bit eager Elise came over and leaned on Harry a bit – earning her an annoyed glance from him that she ignored – and she giggled almost immediately at the beginning of the video. Cas was just so… well, Cas. She laughed merrily at the footage of the Ghostfacers trying to get away from the angel, only to have him pop up at each door they opened.
She gasped when he shattered a picture frame to demonstrate his 'minor miracle' "I can't believe you smashed a signed photo of Shatner" she laughed out loud, and beside her Harry made an indignant exclamation of agreement. She then looked at Cas, who was watching her with a blank expression "why didn't you just show off your wings, you know like you did for Dean when you guys first met?"
"He said we were too dull to see them" Ed grumbled, kicking the dusty floor.
"The physical wing, yeah, I'm on about the shadow thing?" she tilted her head at Cas.
"It did not occur to me" he shrugged, then looked at her "why do you not try it, since they are still sceptical of angel's existence?"
"Wait" Harry got up, putting the laptop down on the only intact table "she's an angel too?"
"Have been for like three years now" she shrugged like it was no big deal "before that, last time I saw you guys, I was just a nephilim."
"A what?"
"Nephilim" Castiel answered "humans with grace who can become angels upon death should they choose."
"So you… died and came back as an angel?"
"You say 'came back' like it's shocking. You have met Sam and Dean right?" she raised a sceptical eyebrow, and in the corner of her eye she saw Castiel grin.
"They do have an alarming inability to stay dead" he said, sound amused.
Elise took a chance to tease him "you can talk, you literally raised them both out of hell."
"Indeed I have a role in their resurrections" he dipped his head.
Harry at this point had folded his arms and exchanged a look with Ed who stood in a similar position – his hand closed around his phone however no doubt waiting for his girlfriend to text back. "I think you're having us" he said flatly.
"Sure you do" Elise shrugged – if she was them she'd probably believe that too. She prepared to show the shadow of her wings, and realised she didn't actually know how to do that. She thought for a second and figured it would be similar to when she exposed them, and tried to will the shadows to show themselves.
Seconds later Cas was standing protectively in front of her with a scowl and she realised she'd obviously made a mistake. "What'd I do?" she asked, startled.
"You have shown your physical wings" he scowled at her "to other males. While injured I might add."
"Heh… whoops" she gave him her most sheepish look, he remained scowling, and she looked around him at Harry and Ed's faces.
When one of them tried to lift that camera, she clicked her fingers and the camera vanished.
X
The ghost who haunted the guest house turned out not to be Morris Eldritch. It turned out that Morris had not been the one to take an axe himself and the guests either, it was his wife. She really was insane, and after she killed the guests, throwing the bodies into a pit in the basement, she'd jumped in too effectively killing herself. Her husband had shot himself from grief. Unfortunately said basement pit was proving difficult to get too – between ghostly locked doors, and Harry and Ed jumping like jack rabbits (she'd took the guns off them, and given them salt and iron pokers instead) and the ghost literally trying to bring the house down on them Elise was having trouble. Still she managed to throw salt and gasoline down the pit – just as the ghost loosened a support beam from the roof. It swung down about to land on her when she was tackled from the side and chucked across the room.
"Cas!" she screamed his name when she saw him get tossed away from her by invisible hands and hit the wall with a meaty thud. He didn't get back up again. "Alright bitch, time to burn" Elise hissed, bringing out a pack of matches. She struck it, lighting it on the first draw, and dropped it into the pit. The dark bottom suddenly erupted in fire, illuminating a small pile of bones and mould, and the ghost disappeared with agonizing yells.
"Cas! She called his name again as she ran over to him. He was blinking awake thank god but she still skidded to a stop, practically in his lap, and cupped his face in her hands checking him for injury. "God don't you dare scare me like that again!" she admonished, moving her hands down to grab the front of his hooded shirt and drag him towards her.
"I am fine" he said, trying to give her a smile. She wasn't in a position where she could see his expression however.
She was peppering kisses over his face "you-" she kissed his head "-scared-" his cheek "-the-" his other cheek "-living-" his nose "-crap-" his chin "-out-" his jaw "-of-" the other side of his jaw "-me!" she finally pressed a kiss to his lips, but before she could pull away Cas's hand was in her hair keeping her right where she was with a firm grip as he deepened the kiss, nibbling her lip and giving a demanding nip when she refused to open for him. He gave a satisfied hum when submitted, opening to him, and his tongue plunged in to taste her.
"Get a room" the voice of Harry alerted them to the fact they were not alone, and Elise looked up to find them with another camera pointed at them.
"How many of those things do you have?" she growled, having already destroyed two.
"Big supply."
"The ghost might be gone but we got another problem. She brought down enough of the house that she's sealed us in too."
Elsie sighed, standing up from Castiel's lap, and she offered him a hand to help him stand too. They exchanged a look, clasped their hands together and Elise grabbed Ed while Cas grabbed Harry. One ground lurching second later and they were standing outside where the house used to be. Ed and Harry gaped, looking around, at each other, then Elise.
"Thank you for travelling air Elise, I hope you enjoyed you're flight. We've got to be getting off now, I promised Dean boy we'd call him when we were done, but you boys take care now ya' hear?" she winked at the Ghostfacers, she couldn't wait to tell Dean about running into them, before she and Castiel vanished once more.
They reappeared in the same motel room as before they left. From the way Castiel's arms suddenly encircled her waist Elise had the good idea that he wanted to continued their kiss from the basement, and at first she was all for continuing more than curious to where this would lead – until she saw the shadow behind Cas. She shoved him out of the way, ready to confront the unknown entity. She froze however when she saw a face, and familiar cold green eyes. Which was long enough apparently for the shadow to lunge forwards, grabbing her and vanishing with a flutter of wings.
Castiel called her name "Elise!" and tried to lunge forward and grab either of them but was too late. His hand closed around empty air, leaving him alone.
