Hey everyone, so chapter 7 is a little long, but it's the set up chapter for what is really going down. Dun-dun-dunnnn... The apocalypse. So hope you enjoy, keep up with the reviews! Thanks!

-Britt

Chapter 7- Rising of the Witnesses

Elizabeth found herself walking into a house which was owned by a hunter named Olivia. Bobby had apparently been trying to reach her for days, hoping she would have information on angels, but she hadn't been answering. This was unlike any of Bobby's friends, and knowing Bobby, he had to come on check on her, just to make sure she was okay.

"Olivia." Bobby called out. Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder at the three men and then took a sharp right turn to check out the kitchen. She gripped her gun tight as an uneasy feeling inched its way into her stomach. Her eyes scanned the room and came to a halt when they landed on the red liquid that she instantly recognized as blood.

Her mouth fell open as she took in the gory sight. Olivia's heart was ripped completely out of her chest and was lying next to her dead body. Blood and salt were mixed together and sprawled out all over the kitchen floor. It took Elizabeth everything she had not too lose the breakfast she had eaten earlier.

"Bobby!" She called out. Heavy footsteps echoed off the walls and came to a stop when Bobby, Sam and Dean arrived in the kitchen. Elizabeth turned to look at them, she could see the pain in Bobby's face as he looked around the kitchen and saw Olivia lying in a pool of her own blood.

"Bobby I-"Elizabeth began. She was quickly cut off by Bobby turning on his heel and storming out of the kitchen. Sam and Dean both called after him but he kept walking.

"Damn it man…" Elizabeth whispered. Her eyes glanced up as Dean walked over to a fully loaded hunter's closet that was just off the kitchen.

"Olivia was rocking the EMF meter." Dean said as he held up a palm-sized metal piece of equipment that no normal person would recognize.

"Spirit activity." Sam mumbled.

"Guys, this is a mess." Elizabeth said as she ran her hand through her hair and glanced at the entryway that Bobby had just stormed out of. "I mean. Honestly you both saw the look on his face." She continued.

"Yeah- well, we will figure it out but if it was a spirit, it was on steroids. I've never seen one do this." Dean said.

A noise at the door made Elizabeth look up. Bobby was standing there with a flip phone in his hands.

"Bobby, you alright?" She asked as she noticed the look of pure panic on his face.

"I called some hunters nearby… to get some help or something, expect… they ain't answering their phones either." Bobby said.

"Crap… something is up isn't it?" Elizabeth whispered.

"Ya think?" Bobby replied.

Silently Elizabeth glanced up at Sam, his eyebrows were furrowed and he had a very pensive look on his face.

"Let's get out of here." Bobby said as he quickly turned on his heel and once again stormed out of Olivia'

Elizabeth decided it was best if she went with Bobby to check on some nearby hunters while Sam and Dean checked on others. After going through two houses of hunters who also had their guts sprayed everywhere, Bobby and Elizabeth decided to head home and try and figure out what was going on.

"Bobby this is ridiculous, what the hell would be going after hunters like this?" Elizabeth said as she slammed the book she held closed and threw it down on the closest table. Bobby just shrugged and gave her a defeated look. Instantly she realized that he had just lost some of his closest friends and sighed, feeling like an ass for snapping on him.

"Look, we will figure it out." She said echoing Dean's words from earlier. Before either of them could say another word, the lights in the house began to flicker, and the temperature instantly dropped about 20 degrees. Now to any normal person, this would have been seen as an electrical problem, but the two skilled hunters in the room knew better. The spirits that had been killing the other hunters in the area were here, and they weren't about to play nice.

Elizabeth inched near the fireplace and grabbed the iron rod, she tightened her grip around it and turned to hand Bobby one.

He was gone.

"Son of a… Bobby!" Elizabeth whispered. Her breath came out like smoke in front of her as she let out a sigh. She wondered where the hell he had went, or what exactly had taken him. Quickly she rounded the corner, hoping that she would find him standing there, but like usual, she had no luck.

"Great." She mumbled as she kept walking. Her boots clicked heavily on the old wooden floors as she walked through Bobby's house in search of him.

"You look like you are searching for someone." A voice said from behind Elizabeth, causing her to whip around and slap herself in the face with her hair. Her eyes narrowed at the translucent figure standing in front of her. Realization dawned on her just as quickly as fear washed over her. Standing there was her old boyfriend Alex- who three years ago, had died violently at the hands of werewolf's.

"You know I was looking forward to this day, ever since I crossed over to the land of the supernatural." Alex said.

Elizabeth stood frozen as she watched Alex twirl a piece of paper in his hands. Everything about him was exactly as she had remembered it. He stood about 6 feet off the ground, his body was slim, but not weak, as one could clearly see his muscles as he flexed his arms out. His light blue eyes contrasted heavily against his tanned skin, which paired perfectly with his wavy hair that fell over in blankets and washed across his forehead,.

"You could have saved me, but you chose your own skin over me, which to be fair I should have expected. After all, you are a Winchester- well… sort of." Alex continued on. This statement made Elizabeth furrow her eyebrows and finally gather the courage to speak.

"What do you mean sort of?" She asked. This made Alex smile slightly and look up at her.

"Do you remember the night I died?" He asked her, avoiding her question completely.

Elizabeth swallowed, of course she remembered that night, she tried very hard to forget it most days, but every now and then the guilt of leaving her boyfriend to become a dog's chew toy snuck up on her.

"Let me guess. It was you over me, you had no choice… blah, blah, blah. Face it Lizzy, you saw the three big bad wolves attacking me and you knew you had no chance in hell at saving me, I saw you run off right before they gutted me. You had that look in your eye, the look they all have, the flight look. You were never going to save me." Alex said as he approached Elizabeth.

Quickly she gripped onto the iron rod tighter and clenched her jaw as Alex stopped and stood inches away from her.

"Nothing to say for yourself?" He asked.

"Go to Hell." She responded. Alex let out a chuckle but before he could issue another word, Elizabeth reared the iron rod backwards and struck the ghost, making him temporarily disappear.

"BOBBY! ELIZABETH!" The familiar voice of Dean called out. Quickly Elizabeth darted off to where the sound of Dean's voice was coming from. Her heart pounded in her chest as images from the night that Alex died flashed through her head. She didn't mean to leave him, she had planned on saving him as soon as the first wolf grabbed him, but when two more showed up, she froze, it had been just him and her, and there was no way she could fight off three werewolves at one time.

"Dean!" She called out as her cousin came into focus. "What the Hell is going on?" She cried out as she reached him. Instantly, she noticed that his lip had been slit open and was oozing out blood.

"I don't know, but I just blasted Meg with a salt round." He responded.

"Wait, demon Meg?" She asked raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, crazy bitch Meg that wanted us all dead. Only it wasn't the demon, it was her vessel, the real Meg." Dean answered as he cocked his gun again.

"Is she responsible for the lip?" She asked him while smirking.

"Shut up." He replied.

Footsteps echoed from behind Dean and Elizabeth, which caused the two hunters to turn around and ready their weapons.

"WHOA! It's just us ya idjits." Bobby said.

A feeling of relaxation washed over Elizabeth as Sam and Bobby came into view.

"Thank God! Bobby are you okay?" She asked him as she quickly pulled him into a hug. Bobby felt his cheeks grow hot as Elizabeth openly showed her concern for him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Look let's get downstairs. I have a place that will keep up safe." He replied as Elizabeth let him go and gave him a quizzical look.

In all her years living with him, Elizabeth had never gone downstairs, she was never allowed to because Bobby always said he kept his most dangerous equipment down there and warned her that if she ever did venture down there, she'd regret it.

"So what, they are all people we know?" Sam said with an exasperated sigh as Bobby slammed the door shut to the unknown room and locked it.

"Not just people we know, people we couldn't save." Dean replied as he began loading salt rounds into his shotgun.

Elizabeth was vaguely listening to the conversation going on in the room as she looked around the place. The walls were thick and made of solid iron that had the color of rust. Stacks and stacks of books were shoved into each corner, along with all the essential hunter supplies. Above her head, there was a large fan that had a pentagram shaped into it, just like the floor. It honestly reminded her of a war bunker, except it was for hunters, not soldiers.

"Bobby, what is this place?" she asked, interrupting Dean who was asking about a mark on Meg's hand.

"It's a panic room." He said simply.

All three Winchesters looked up at him with expressions that were mixed with confusion and awe.

"What? I had a weekend off." He replied as he noticed the looks on their faces.

"Anyway, about that symbol you two saw on them ghosts. I found it, it's called the mark of the witness." Bobby said, flipping around a book he was holding and showing the three the familiar mark they had seen.

"Witness? Witness to what?" Sam asked from his seat at one of the old tables.

"The unnatural. None of them died what you would call ordinary deaths. See these ghosts, they were forced to rise. They woke up in agony. They are like rabid dogs, it ain't their fault. Someone rose them, and on purpose." Bobby replied.

"Who?" Elizabeth questioned as she stopped gazing around the room and took a seat at the other table, across from Bobby.

Bobby shrugged his shoulders and said in a sarcastic voice "do I look like I know."

Elizabeth pursed her lips and looked over at Sam and Dean who were still packing salt into more shells and loading them into their guns.

"Whoever it was, they used a spell so powerful, it left a mark. A brand on their souls, whoever did this had big plans, it's called the rising of the witnesses, it's a prophecy from an ancient book." Bobby continued.

Sam and Dean rose out of their chairs and made their way over to Bobby and Elizabeth.

"Wait, what book is that prophecy from?" Dean asked as he stared down at Bobby.

"Well the widely distributed version is for just for tourists ya know, but uh, long story short, revelations." Bobby answered.

The room was quiet as everyone exchanged brief looks.

"This is a sign…" Bobby said

"A sign of what?" Sam, Dean and Elizabeth said in unison.

Bobby took a breath and leaned back in his chair.

"The apocalypse." He replied simply.

The word hit Elizabeth like a truck, along with her panicked thoughts. The apocalypse, as in the end of the world? Doomsday. That was a thing? How could that be a thing?

"The Apocalypse, as in the apocalypse, apocalypse? As in four horsemen. Pestilence, five dollar gallon gas, apocalypse?" Dean said echoing Elizabeth's thoughts.

Bobby shrugged and looked over at Elizabeth, she appeared to be lost in her thoughts, as she was a lot these days.

"You okay over there girl?" He asked bringing her from her thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine Bobby, but how is this a sign?" She asked him.

"Well the rising of the witnesses is uh.. Mile marker so to say." Bobby answered.

"Great… So what do we do now?" She whispered

"Well I have an answer, road trip, Star Trek adventure… Bunny ranch!" Dean said as he clapped his hands together.

"Dean- seriously." Sam said in a disapproving tone.

"First things first, why don't we try and survive our friends out there?" Bobby told more than asked the group.

"And how exactly are we supposed to do that?" Elizabeth asked. She was beginning to get a small headache, and briefly thought about removing her head due to the abnormal amount of headaches she had been getting.

"Well it's a spell, if I can translate it correctly. I think I got everything we need in the house… It should work" Bobby said, intruding upon Elizabeth's thoughts again.

"Should? Great. Any chance you have everything we need in this room?" Sam asked.

"You thought our luck was going to start now all of a sudden?" Bobby replied in a sarcastic tone.

Elizabeth attempted to stifle her chuckle as she knew this was a serious situation and laughing at a time like this seemed… Wrong. So she settled for a smirk.

"And since the spell has to be preformed over an open fire.."Bobby began saying as he rose to check out his gun collection

"We need to go to the living room fire place.." Elizabeth responded.

"Exactly." Bobby replied.

"You know, that just doesn't sound as appealing as a ghost proof panic room." Dean said. Elizabeth turned her head and shot him her best disapproving Sam look. He replied but rolling his eyes and letting out a long sigh.

Bobby shook his head and grabbed his favorite gun, he pulled another one down and tossed it at Elizabeth who caught it with ease. She opened it and shoved the salt rounds that were sitting by her into the chamber.

She could hear Sam and Dean doing the same. Loading and cocking their guns, ready to blast away anything that might be standing on the other side of the iron door.

"Cover each other, and don't run out of bullets until I'm done… Ready?" He asked the three.

Everyone nodded and quickly, Elizabeth locked eyes with Bobby. He gave her a small smile, and then unlocked the door, shoving it open and exposing the group to the abnormally cool air.

Sam was the first one out the door, then Dean, then Bobby, then Elizabeth. Slowly and quietly they made their way through the basement, glancing around every shelf to make sure no spirit was hiding behind one.

As they made their way to the stairs, Dean stopped, which caused everyone else to stop and gaze up the steps with him.

Sitting on the top step, was a heavyset man with shoulder length curly hair and deep sullen eyes. Elizabeth instantly recognized him from a previous hunt, and remembered how he died while shooting up a bank, of course, it was an attempt to prove his point about the supernatural.

"Ronald- with the laser eyes. I wish I could say it's good to see you." Dean said with a slight smile.

As the spirit rose, Elizabeth knew that this was not going to go well. If Ronald was like the other ghosts that had encountered, he would be pissed, and most defiantly want them all dead.

"I'm dead because of you! You were supposed to help me!" Ronald screamed at Dean.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and lifted her gun, not wanting this to go any further, she pulled the trigger and blasted Ronald away.

The shot echoed off the walls and all three men turned to look at her. Their eyes wide and full of shock.

"What? We don't have time for this. Let's go." She said, pushing past the gawking Dean.

Once out of the basement, they ran to the living room. Silently Elizabeth thanked God that they had encountered no spirits on their way and she quickly began forming a circle of salt around the room.

"Upstairs, linen closet, there is a red hex box, it will be heavy." Bobby said to Sam as he lit the fire.

Elizabeth looked up at Sam as she finished pouring out her salt bag.

"Got it." Sam replied.

"Sam wait, let me go with you. Dean, cover Bobby." She said, tossing the empty bag aside. Dean nodded and Elizabeth followed Sam up the stairs quickly.

Elizabeth heard gun shots firing off from downstairs as her and Sam reached the linen closet. She glanced around, looking for any angry spirits while Sam shuffled around in the closet.

"Got it." Sam said.

Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder at him, in his hand he held a the medium sized red box Bobby had informed him about.

"Great, let's go." She said, turning on her heel and making her way back downstairs.

"Lizzy!" Sam called out from behind her. Quickly she whipped around and came face to face with Alex again.

"Miss me beautiful?" He asked which caused Elizabeth to swallow down the fear that was rising in her throat.

"Move I'll shoo-" Sam began, but he was thrown backwards by Meg.

"Nice try Sammy." Meg said.

"You know that trick with the iron rod was not cool." Alex said, taking another step towards Elizabeth.

"Well, sorry. Ghosts trying to kill me isn't really cool either." She responded. This made Alex laugh, and not just a small chuckle, but an actual laugh that made him rear his head back and echo off the walls.

"What do you know about dying?" He asked once he was done laughing. His once humorous expression had disappeared and was replaced with a look of pure fury.

"Alex, don't." Elizabeth warned as she gripped her shotgun tighter.

The ghost glanced down, looking at the gun in Elizabeth's hand. He let a small smile spread across his face and shook his head.

"Look at you, all ready to kill me… Again." He said in a cool tone.

"I didn't kill you the first time, werewolves did." Elizabeth responded. Quickly she glanced over Alex's shoulder and saw Sam fighting off Meg.

"You might as well have. Do you know what it felt like? Being ripped to shreds while your girlfriend watched and then ran away? I could feel every piece of skin being ripped off my bones, I could feel my blood running down my body. I could hear my bones crack. I could feel everything until I finally bled out." Alex yelled.

"Ale-" Elizabeth began

"And YOU let it all happen!" Alex yelled.

Before Elizabeth knew what was happening, the ghost of her ex-boyfriend reared his hand back and dug it into her chest. His ice cold grip latched onto her fast beating heart. She could feel her breath leaving her body, her veins felt like there were on fire as they screamed for oxygen. Black spots began appearing in her vision as the lack of air hit her brain and made it feel like it was being split open.

"Tell me, how does this feel? Knowing that the one person who swore to always protect you, is going to kill you?" Alex whispered.

Elizabeth felt her knees getting weaker and her body going limp, a thought crossed her mind for a fraction of a second as she looked into Alex's eyes- I'm going to die.

Then- the echoing sound of gun fire reached her ears, and she fell to the ground, fully able to breath again. Her veins rejoiced as she sucked in oxygen, coughing slightly with each breath.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked rushing to Elizabeth's side.

She coughed a couple more times, as the fog lifted from her head.

"Not really." She whispered. Sam flashed her a small smile and then practically lifted her off the ground.

"Come on, we got to go." He said to her as he placed her on her feet.

The pair ran back downstairs, Elizabeth noticed the kitchen was a mess, which it had not been before they went upstairs. Her only guess was that Dean got into an altercation with a ghost in there.

"Got it?" Bobby asked as he dropped a number of things into a bowl and began mixing.

Sam nodded and sat the box down in front of Bobby.

"Hey Ronald, come on man, I thought we were pals?" Dean said which caused Elizabeth to turn her attention to her older cousin.

"That's when I was breathing. Now I'm going to eat you alive." Ronald said.

"Well- I'm not a cheeseburger." Dean said as he lifted his gun to shoot, however, Ronald was gone, which made Elizabeth's blood run cold.

Where were they?

Where could they be hiding?

The three Winchesters stood in the salt circle around Bobby, guns at the ready as he began chanting something in Latin. The windows across from Elizabeth bursted open as Bobby continued to chant, strong wind whipped around the room, causing papers to fly everywhere, and worse, the salt line began to disappear.

"Dean!" Elizabeth yelled over the wind, their eyes locked as she motioned to the salt line. It was completely gone. Dean's eyes widened and he glanced over his shoulder at Bobby who continued to complete the spell.

The next five minutes were a complete blur to Elizabeth, every 2 seconds a ghost would appear, and either she, Sam, or Dean would shoot them with salt rounds and they would disappear. Meg would show herself, then Hendrickson, then Alex, then Ronald, then two twin girls that Elizabeth did not recognize. Over and over again they appeared, and then were blasted away, almost like a bad game of whack-a-mole.

Empty salt rounds covered the floor and Elizabeth was in the zone until, click, click, click. Her gun was out of ammo, as was Dean', however he had grabbed an iron rod and was swinging it around like a light saber. Elizabeth went to grab one too, however, before she could move an inch, one of Bobby's desks flew across the room and pinned her against the wall. She grimaced as the wood pinched her legs in between it and the wall.

"Lizzy!" Sam yelled.

"Cover Bobby!" She responded as she tried to push the desk off of her.

It was a struggle, seeing as the thing would not move an inch, frustrated she kicked at the desk and glanced over at Bobby. Meg was directly behind him, and before Elizabeth could scream out anything, Meg's hand went directly into Bobby's back, and clinched around his heart.

"BOBBY!" Elizabeth cried as the sound of his strangled attempts to breath hit her ears.

She watched in horror as Meg tightened her grip and Bobby dropped the bowl in his hand. Elizabeth expected to hear the shattering of ingredients as the bowl hit the floor, but she didn't, instead, she realized that Dean had laid out, and caught the bowl just before it hit the ground. Once again Elizabeth attempted to move the desk, a mixture of emotions ranging from anger to pure fear, coarsed through Elizabeth's body as she glanced around the room, looking at Bobby who was barely breathing and Sam who was getting thrown around like a rag doll by Hendrickson.

She could feel something swelling inside of her, almost like a wave of strength, her family was in trouble, she needed to do something, anything, but most importantly she had to move this desk. Over the sound of the angry wind, Sam's last remaining gun shots and Bobby's attempts to breath, Elizabeth let out a small scream and lifted her hands, the desk in front of her shot itself backwards and flew into the adjacent wall, freeing her from its clutches. Sam stood up as he ridded the room of Hendrickson again, their eyes locked onto each other for a fraction of a second and Elizabeth recognized that look. The what the hell just happened look, the did you do that look. She glanced down at her shaking hands and was instantly hit with a wave of fatigue, her whole body gave out and she crumpled to the ground, feeling the monster headache that she was so familiar with coming on.

She could see Sam running over to her, but she couldn't hear anything, her head felt like it was full of cotton.

Then everything stopped, and a bright flash of blue light sweep over the room, blinding Elizabeth and making her slam her eyes shut. The cotton sensation instantly lifted from her head and she could hear the mangled screams of the ghosts as they were blasted away by Bobby's spell.

Slowly the light died, and the house that was once occupied with numerous vengeful spirits, was back to normal. Bobby let out gasps of breath as he attempted to breath normal again. Sam rose from the kneeling position he had taken to avoid the bright light and glanced around the room. Dean let out a sigh and stood up, as he too had thrown the ingredients into the fireplace and then taken cover.

Elizabeth, still feeling the remnants of the headache, rose off the ground and stared at the desk that had been thrown into the wall across from her. She could hear Sam and Dean checking on Bobby as her thoughts raced.

Did I do that?

If I didn't do that who did?

A ghost? No, they trapped me, why would they let me go?

Castiel? No, he wasn't even here.

Sam? With his psychic powers… It couldn't have been because he vowed to stop using them years ago plus he looked just as confused as she did when he saw the desk.

The wind wasn't strong enough to blow the desk off her.

The only other option was her… But how? She was just a human…she couldn't move a desk with her mind…could she?

Bobby's cough ripped her from her thoughts and she glanced over at the three men, who were staring around the room, letting out heavy breaths.

"What a case…" Elizabeth whispered, causing all Dean to look at her and slowly nod in agreement.

Finally the day was over, Elizabeth threw herself down on the nearest thing she could sleep on and quickly dozed off. She slept for what seemed like thirty minutes, only to be awoken by a fluttering noise that sounded oddly like wings. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked around. Sam and Dean were out like a light, and leaning against the sink in the kitchen, stood the absolute last person Elizabeth ever expected to see. Castiel.

Quickly she rose off the couch and walked over the mysterious angel.

"Excellent job with the witnesses." Castiel said in his husky voice that threw Elizabeth off balance for a split second. The last time she had seen him in the flesh, was when he was knocking her unconscious in that abandoned warehouse. She had almost forgotten what he looked like in person, but as if she was hit by a bus, she was quickly reminded.

"Why are you staring at me?" Castiel asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"I am just remembering how last time I saw you, well, you, you, and not a pigment of my thoughts in my dream, was when you were knocking me out cold." She lied.

Castiel lowered his eyes to the ground for a second. He still felt bad about doing that but he had needed to talk to Dean alone. Slowly he raised his eyes back up to meet Elizabeth's gaze.

"Yes, and I apologized for that, but I needed to speak to Dean alone." He responded echoing his thoughts.

Elizabeth slowly nodded and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes and I forgave you- why are you here?" She asked, getting right to the point.

Castiel took a moment before he gave her an answer, he knew that he was supposed to be explaining this stuff to Dean, however, an odd feeling had overwhelmed him when he saw her again. He couldn't help himself, and ended up waking her instead of the eldest Winchester.

"I am here to make sure all went well." He finally said.

Castiel watched as a small crease line formed between Elizabeth's eyebrows. She seemed to be deep in thought, and he took this moment to let his eyes briefly scan over her once again. When he had first laid eyes on her in the warehouse and the again in her dream, he couldn't help but feel a strange connection to her. She had an average build of a woman her age, maybe a little more muscle on her than most but still, she appeared to be of average height and weight. Her long brown hair wrapped around her face and fell over her shoulders in thick messy waves. Her bright green eyes contrasted brightly against her olive colored skin and shined, even in the darkness of the night. Her lips were a light pink and very full and his thoughts began to turn into something dark as he stared at them, something that he was not quite understanding of.

"So you knew about this?" She asked in a smooth voice causing Castiel to blink a couple times and focus on where exactly he was.

"I was made aware…yes." He answered.

Elizabeth scoffed and let her eyes roll into the back of her head for a split second. She had almost died, Bobby had almost died, and an angel had known and did nothing to help them. She narrowed her eyes at him, and locked onto his blue ones. The fierceness in his eyes almost knocked the breath out of her, but she stood her ground.

"Thanks for the help… you know Bobby and I almost died. Literally, ghosts had their hands wrapped around our hearts." She said with an angry tone that Castiel picked up on.

"Well. You didn't." Cas said, his voice oozed with sarcasm and Elizabeth couldn't help but let a small smile cross over her lips. As much as she wanted to be pissed at Castiel for not helping them, she couldn't be. The look in his eyes and the expression on his face made it almost unbearable to stand in the same room as him, let alone be mad at him.

"You know Dean thinks you angels are a bunch of dicks." Elizabeth said as she took a couple more steps towards Castiel.

Cas narrowed his eyes at her and titled his head ever so slightly. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"He should read the bible. Angels are warriors of God. I'm a solider." He said. Elizabeth let her eyes roll again and once again felt her anger spike a slight bit.

"If you're a solider, how come you didn't fight? It's not like we didn't need the help." She said, crossing her arms across her chest.

Castiel let out a small sigh and proceeded to pierce her with the most earth shattering gaze she had ever bore witness too.

"I'm not here to perch on your shoulder. We had larger concerns." He said causing Elizabeth to internally flinch at how rigid his demeanor had turned.

"Concerns like what Castiel, there are people down here dying. Hundreds, hell thousands. What are you and your boss waiting for, the freaking apocalypse?" She asked sharply.

Castiel could tell that she was getting frustrated with him now, but all he could focus on was the way his name had sounded coming out of her mouth. He sighed and broke eye contact with her, he wanted to tell her what was going on in order to make her less angry with him, however he had direct orders to inform Dean Winchester, and Dean Winchester only. However, standing here with her had been much harder than he imagined and despite all that he was told, he decided to break the rules and tell Elizabeth what was going on.

"Are you going to answer me, or not?" She asked, once again ripping him away from his disobedient thoughts.

Cas tilted his head slightly and once again peered up to give Elizabeth that look that would melt anyone where they stood.

"Your friend, Bobby. He was right. We are here because big things are a foot." Castiel said.

Elizabeth backtracked in her mind to remember what Bobby had said about the rising of the witnesses.

"Wait- you mean to tell me that this is some sign of doomsday?" She asked.

Castiel sighed and leaned back further on the sink, revealing to Elizabeth just how tall he was. She bit down hard on her bottom lip in order to make her thoughts focus on the conversation at hand.

"The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals, those seals are being broken by Lilith." Cas revealed. Elizabeth felt her eyes widen as she unfolded her arms and walked over to stand next to him.

"So she did the spell…" She mumbled.

"Mhm, and not just here, 20 other hunters are dead." Cas answered.

"Of course, and she picked people who we couldn't have saved so that their spirits wouldn't object to killing us." Elizabeth replied.

It was all making sense to her now, Lilith of course was behind all of this, she didn't think she could hate that demon any more than she already did, but here she stood, practically fuming at the fact that Lilith was still breathing.

"Lilith has a certain sense of humor." He mumbled looking over at Elizabeth. She was so close that he could almost touch her, and the thought of reaching over and pushing her loose hair strand behind her ear, scared him.

"But we put those spirits back." She said.

"It doesn't matter, the seal has already been broken." He retorted quickly.

Elizabeth bit her bottom lip, her stomach was in a ball of nerves and she could not figure out if it was from the impending doom of the apocalypse or from Castiel, who was standing inches away from her.

"So, why is she breaking these seals anyway?" Elizabeth finally said. Castiel inhaled and looked down at the floor, she was glad to get a break from his piercing blue gaze.

"Think of the seals as locks on the door…" He began. This made Elizabeth furrow her eyebrows in confusion.

"Okay… so they open what?" She asked when Castiel didn't continue talking.

He clenched his lower jaw and slowly turned his attention back to Elizabeth. He did not want to tell her this, nor was he permitted too. However for some reason he couldn't help but break the rules tonight.

"Lucifer walks free." He said simply.

Castiel watched as Elizabeth's green eyes grew wider with the realization of what he had just ushered out of his mouth. She bit down hard on her lower lip again and he found that small act to be very distracting.

"Lucifer… how… Lucifer is real, like real real? I always thought he was made up." She said. A small smile threatened to break Castiel's serious, stone cold face, however he did not allow it to.

"3 days ago you thought there was no such thing as me." Castiel said.

Elizabeth tore her eyes away from Castiel's face. She was deep in thought about how everything she ever viewed when it came to religion, was now turned upside down on its head. God was real. Angels were real, and most importantly Lucifer, the devil was real. Panic slowly began to rise in her as she looked back up at Castiel, his blue eyes held a humorous glint that did not register on his stiff face.

"Honestly Elizabeth, why do you think we are here? Walking among you for the first time in 2,000 years?" He continued.

Once again, she had no answer to his statement, her mind was swirling with thoughts that she never imagined she would be thinking. Honestly, had someone told her she would come across an angel, this time last year, she would have laughed in their face.

"So… you're going to stop Lucifer?" She finally managed to say. Slowly Castiel nodded his head, and licked his slightly chapped bottom lip.

"Me, and my brothers and sisters, yes." He whispered in return.

It now dawned on her, if these angels were here to help stop the seals from breaking, how come they let this one break? How come they stood idly by while she, Sam, Dean and Bobby battled the witnesses off? Before she knew it, her thoughts were spilling into words that she didn't mean to say.

"Well congratulations, if your plan is to stop Lucifer from rising, you've done a pretty crappy job so far."

As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. The humor that was in Castiel's eyes instantly vanished and was replaced with a dark anger. Slowly she inched backwards, slightly afraid of what he might do to her, and slightly attracted to how dangerous he looked.

"Let me explain to you that some seals we will be able to stop from being broken, while some seals we will not be able to stop from being broken." Castiel began.

Slowly he took two steps forward so that he was invading Elizabeth's personal space. All she could do was shut her mouth and stare up at this angry blue eyed angel. He was so close that she could practically feel his heat radiating off him. His fragrance hit her like a truck and it smelled like a warm sunny day mixed with ozone. Everything in her mind told her to take three steps backwards, but she could not move her legs for the life of her.

"Our numbers are not unlimited." He continued. His deep husky voice washed over her like an ocean wave. She could feel his breath of her face and instantly found it hard to concentrate on the words that were coming out of his mouth.

"6 of my brothers died in the field this week, you think the armies of heaven should just follow the humans around? There is a bigger picture here Elizabeth…" He said as he leaned in closer, making Elizabeth's breath hitch in the back of her throat.

"You and the Winchesters should show the angels a little more respect. Especially since I am the one who dragged your cousin out of hell." Castiel finished.

Elizabeth felt like she couldn't breathe, move or even speak. Castiel took one last glance at her and before she could even usher out an apology, he vanished. Leaving her behind with nothing but the sound of fluttering wings.