A/N: OMGGGG I have not been updating this story just because I have been so busy with school and everything and for that I am DEEPLY sorry! I'll try to do much better now! Anyway, this chapter is sort of a slow one, less drama than the last but Elizabeth comes to an understanding that is very important from here on out!

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Chapter 12: Bobby's

ACDC blasted outside from the impala radio as Dean worked on tuning up his baby. He, Sam and Elizabeth had been taking case after case after case these past couple of weeks, mainly due to his need to think about anything other than what he did to the souls in Hell. Yesterday, he had finally listened to Sam and Elizabeth's insistent cries about being dead tired and decided that taking a day off at Bobby's wouldn't be so bad.

Sam was probably still asleep, and last time Dean checked, Elizabeth and Bobby were having a conversation about something nerdy that he barely wanted to pay attention to. They had tried to get him to join the conversation, but he couldn't focus and slowly began to feel the guilty thoughts creep back into his mind, so he found himself outside, working on his car because it was the only thing that kept his mind busy.

He let out a sigh as the music switched over to Def Leppard. He slowly pushed himself off the open hood and glanced over at the door that led into Bobby's house. He clenched his jaw when he found Elizabeth standing there, watching him with a very intent gaze.

"What? Is there something on my face?" Dean questioned with a raised eyebrow. Elizabeth smiled slightly and walked over to Dean, her boots crunching hard on the gravel as she did so.

"Apart from grease? No. Here, thought you might want one." She responded to him, holding out an ice cold beer that Dean quickly grabbed and untwisted the top.

"You read my mind Lizzy." He replied as he downed the ice cold drink.

"You look like you are itching to get out of here Dean." Elizabeth said as she tilted her head slightly at the eldest Winchester. Dean took another swig from his beer and sat it down on the corner of his opened hood. He quickly glanced at Elizabeth and then went back to working on the impala without responding to her.

Elizabeth scrunched her eyes up as the sun peaked through the clouds. She watched Dean for another minute or so in silence before Dean gave up on being stared at and dropped the wrench on the ground and turned to look at her fully now with his arms crossed over his chest.

"This doesn't look like a petting zoo to me." Dean said which made Elizabeth copy Dean and fold her arms across her chest.

"You didn't answer my question." She said

"Oh that was a question, I thought it was a statement." Dean responded, which only made Elizabeth arch her eyebrow at Dean and fix him with a stare that showcased her annoyance with him.

"I'm just trying to keep my mind busy Elizabeth, so that I don't have to think about everything that I did in Hell…" Dean said trailing off.

Elizabeth got it, she understood why they had been running around chasing case after case. She knew that Dean was trying to keep busy and ignore his thoughts and feelings. Sam wanted Dean to talk about it more, but Elizabeth got it, she related to it. While they had been out, she hadn't thought of Castiel, Anna or anything about her powers which was a welcomed change because it allowed her to breath and not fall victim to her conflicting emotions. Elizabeth let out a small sigh and glanced back up at Dean.

"I get it Dean.. I just.. You know we are all here for you. If you need to talk, even though I don't think you will use that because I saw the files you pulled last night. You found another case." She said softly.

Dean uncrossed his arms and leaned against the impala as he crossed his ankles. He glanced down at his boots and then looked up at Elizabeth. At times he found himself searching her face for any sign that she was changing internally. He knew that she was growing stronger each and every day and it worried him. Just like Sam worried him. He swore to himself that if he didn't stop worrying so much he would have permanent line creases in his forehead.

"I know you guys are here for me… And yeah, I was planning on heading out today." Dean replied after he realized he was staring at Elizabeth akawardly.

"By yourself?" She quickly responded.

Dean ran his hand through his hair and shook his head slightly.

"No, I was going to see if you and Sam wanted to go. Or just you, or just Sam. Whichever." Dean replied.

They had been so engulfed in their conversation that they hadn't heard Sam come outside.

"Yeah, I'll go Dean." Sam said, which made Elizabeth jump slightly and whip around to glare at Sam.

"A little warning that you were standing there would have been nice." She snapped which made both Sam and Dean chuckle. Elizabeth stared at Sam as he made his way over to stand next to her, she proceeded to glance between the boys, half expecting one to say something but they didn't. Instead, the three stood in an awkward silence for a moment before Elizabeth cleared her throat and tore her eyes away from her boots to look up at Dean.

"So where are you guys going?" She asked.

Dean raised his eyebrows at her and glanced over at Sam before looking back at her.

"Bedford, Iowa.. Are you not coming?" Dean asked. Elizabeth chewed on the inside of her lip and kicked a rock that was sitting by her boot.

"No, I think I'll stay here with Bobby. Catch up with him, get some rest. I didn't sleep much last night." She answered.

"Oh, alright, so it'll just be me and Dean, that's cool. When did you wanna leave?" Sam asked Dean.

It took a second for Dean to answer Sam because he was staring hard at Elizabeth. Her eyebrows were furrowed just slightly enough to make it look like she was in deep thought about something. Dean briefly wondered if she had Castiel on her mind. He hadn't seen him since their last encounter at the barn with Anna, and seeing as he had been with Elizabeth and Sam since then, he knew that she hadn't seen the Angel either.

"We can go right now." Dean said quickly as he tore his eyes away from Elizabeth's face and moved in front of the car to shut the hood. He quickly downed the rest of his beer and wiped the grease off his face with the towel he had brought out earlier.

"Alright, Lizzy will you tell Bobby for us?" Sam asked

Elizabeth blinked a couple of times, barely realizing that Sam had spoken to her. Once again she had been thinking about Castiel. This time it wasn't thoughts about her feelings toward him, but it was intensely intimate thoughts about how perfect his lips had felt on her lips and body. About how strong his arms were when he held her up in the barn a couple weeks ago. About how he could look at her with an intense gaze that felt like he was staring straight into her soul.

"Yeah, I'll let him know. You guys be careful, and call if you run into anything. I mean it." Elizabeth called after the boys as they got into the impala.

"We will." Dean called back as he placed the key into the ignition and started up the car, smiling slightly at the roar that came from the exhaust pipe. He turned up the music that had already been playing and chuckled slightly at Sam's frown. He turned to look out of the passenger seat, looking around Sam, and gave Elizabeth a small smile along with a slight wave which she returned with one of her own.

Bobby came out onto the front porch just as Dean put the car in gear and drove off, sending rocks flying out slightly behind him.

"Where are they going?" Bobby asked roughly from beside Elizabeth.

"Out to hunt something in Iowa that smashed a women's head in with a meat tenderizer." Elizabeth said bluntly. Bobby looked over at her while he scratched the hair that was under his rugged ball cap.

"And you didn't go with them because?" He asked. Elizabeth unfolded her arms and looked over at Bobby, slightly smiling.

"I needed some rest, and I wanted to spend some time with you. I haven't done that in a while." She responded. The statement instantly made Bobby smile slightly, a small tinge of red brushed over his cheeks as he nodded at Elizabeth, signaling that he was thankful for her staying.

Elizabeth smiled at Bobby and glanced back down the driveway, watching the last part of the impala whip around the corner and disappear. She chewed on the inside of her lip as the familiar sensation of worry began to gnaw at the inside of her of stomach. She wanted desperately to believe that Sam and Dean would be fine, it's not like they haven't gone out and solved cases on their own before. Slowly she breathed out a sigh and tried to push the sensation down, they would be fine. They were always fine.

Bobby leaned back in his old recliner and lifted his glass of whiskey to his lips. His eyes grazed over to Elizabeth who had her nose buried in some old dusty book about Angels. They had spent most of the afternoon talking and throwing insults back and forth while eating and plowing through their alcohol stash. Bobby was by no means dumb, he knew Elizabeth was worrying constantly about the boys, she kept checking her phone and glancing over at the door as if expecting them to walk through it, even though they only left a few hours ago. On top of her insistent worrying, she kept bringing up angel related topics which made Bobby wonder what sparked her sudden interest in the celestial beings.

He took another swig of his drink and then sat it down on the side table next to him. He sat up a little straighter and leaned forward so that he could get a better look at Elizabeth. He knew that biologically, she was not John's child, but every time he actually paid attention to her features, he found himself commenting on how much she in fact looked like John. She had the same sharp cheekbones that Sam had, her hair was thick and brown and waved out past her shoulders. Bobby chuckled as he thought about Dean's comments on her and Sam's long hair. Her eyes were bright green and were framed by extremely long eyelashes, exactly like Dean's. Much of her appearance screamed Winchester, but there was the faint shape of her nose, and arch of her eyebrows that whispered Amelia.

"Bobby- why are you staring at me?" Elizabeth gently asked as she tore her eyes away from the book and looked up at Bobby.

"What's with the sudden interest in angel lore?" Bobby asked gruffly trying to hide the fact that he was worrying about her. Elizabeth slightly arched her eyebrow as she picked up on the concern that was present in Bobby's voice.

"Well- honestly Bobby every time we turn around we are dealing with Angels. I'm just trying to see if there is a way to actually hurt them." She answered, trying to slightly hide the fact that she was partly looking at the book because she missed Castiel.

Bobby being Bobby seemed to pick up on the change in her voice. It was his turn to now raise an eyebrow at her, and before he could stop himself, he was letting all the questions he didn't know he had for her flow out of his mouth like a waterfall.

"Lizzy, how are you, and don't try to give me some crap, I'm fine answer." He started

Elizabeth once again glanced up at Bobby. The expression of confusion was plastered on her face.

"Bobby, I am fine." She said in a whisper that made Bobby rip his ratty baseball cap off his head and twist it in his hands for a split second and then shove it back on his head with a huff. He didn't respond to her statement, however, he just gazed at her with his signature I'll wait look that made Elizabeth squirm. Finally she sighed and slammed the dusty book closed, she tossed it aside making it land on the cushion beside her with a soft thump. Her eyebrows arched at Bobby as he continued to stare at her. She knew that look because he had given it to her millions of times over the years. It was the don't you dare even think about lying to me look.

"Fine, I'll bite. I'm doing alright… Okay?" She said.

Bobby let out a small scoff and scooted forward more on his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and piercing Elizabeth with a glare that she knew meant a good talking to was coming.

"Listen here girl, I know you are lying to me just like I know Sam is lying to me and that Dean is lying to me. You idjits are not as smart as you like to think you are. All of you walk around here like everything is fine and dandy when it's not. Now I'm asking how you are doing, and I expect an answer that doesn't look like it came straight out of a holiday card." Bobby snapped.

Elizabeth was taken aback for a split second at how angry and concerned Bobby was. He usually tried to hide his worrying under snarky humor but this time he was outright asking her what was wrong and voicing his concern for her. She thought about lying to him again, and say that she was fine and to drop the subject, but as she locked eyes with her father figure she knew that lying was out of the question.

So she inhaled and exhaled a huge sigh and attempted to turn her thoughts into coherent sentences.

"I don't know how I'm doing Bobby, and I say that honestly. I haven't given it much thought because ever since I found out what I am… Well we have been going non-stop and I just haven't had time to think about it. I bury myself in the drama that happens between Sam and Dean and try to keep them from ripping each other's heads off. All I know is that when I do think about it… I'm hit with waves of anger and betrayal mixed with confusion and fear and curiosity." She blurted.

Bobby didn't respond right away, he took a moment to exhale a sigh and glance over at an old and very rare photo of him, Elizabeth, John, Sam and Dean. Bobby had always wanted to tell Elizabeth about her parents, but John had always told him not too, and anyone who knew John Winchester knew that arguing with him on something like that was pointless. Bobby tore his eyes away from the picture and looked back at Elizabeth who was staring directly at him, waiting for his answer, desperately hoping that he had the word to fix all her problems.

"Well, I suggest you use this time to actually think about what you are and stop ignoring the fact that you are the Antichrist. The longer you ignore it the more these feelings are going to swallow you up. You need to get ahead of this Elizabeth, and stop hiding from yourself." Bobby finally said.

Elizabeth's eyebrows furrowed as she took in Bobby's words. Accepting what she was meant using her powers, and that was a can that she wasn't sure she was ready to open up.

"Bobby I'm not sure I'm ready to do that." Elizabeth replied simply

"Well you better get ready. None of this is going to go away like magic girl." Bobby responded with a gruff tone.

Elizabeth breathed out a sigh and leaned back in the couch, she laid her head back against the top of the seat and stared at the chipped popcorn ceiling. She knew Bobby was right and that she could not run away from her problems forever, but accepting her problems meant feeling all the emotions that she desperately tried to ignore.

The fear.

The worry.

The doubt.

The craving for power.

All these different emotions whipped around her constantly like a tornado and all she could ever do was hold on tight and hope that she didn't get swept away. Maybe taking Bobby up on his offer and using her time here to actually think could be beneficial to her. Maybe she would come out of the experience with a new found realization about herself.

"Alright then Bobby… I'll go for a walk. Try and think about everything." Elizabeth said as she pushed herself up off the couch.

"And don't worry, I'll stay in the junkyard." She continued before Bobby could comment on her staying close.

"Alright, I'll let ya know if the boys call." Bobby said simply as he watched Elizabeth throw her leather jacket on and walk over to the door.

"Yeah, okay thanks Bobby." She said briefly before pushing open the old door and bracing the cool air of Sioux Falls. Elizabeth didn't really know how to do this. She never really thought about how she was feeling, she always just sort of accepted that everything was how it was and nothing could be done to change it. She had no idea where she was walking, she barely paid attention to the sound of her boots crunching the gravel underneath her. Her thoughts began to flood her mind like a raging ocean as her feet unconsciously carried her deep into the junkyard.

Why her? Why did she have to be the one person in the world that was half demon and half human? Why couldn't it have been someone else? Someone more capable of handling everything. Why couldn't John and Bobby have told her earlier? Even if she wasn't allowed to know because of the stupid Angels, she would have been able to have more time to process everything instead of it being forced on her.

Everything about her was completely different, yet everything was the same. She never knew that she could feel so many emotions at one time. She never knew she could feel like a complete stranger in her own body. She had all these powers, all this strength, yet she didn't want any of it. She just wanted to be a normal human girl. At least, that's what she thought, until a couple weeks ago when she pinned Alastair against the wall and felt her strength radiating off her body.

It was almost euphoric being able to trap someone against the wall and watch them struggle to get free of her power. The fear that flashed through Alastair's eyes when she had tightened her grip had sent exhilarating waves through her body along with a pride that stemmed from being able to protect her family. Maybe Bobby was right, maybe the last thing she should be doing right now was ignoring her powers, especially with the impending doom of the Apocalypse.

Could she do that though? Practice and learn about her abilities? Become stronger? The Angels didn't want that, and Dean didn't want that.. Yet Sam and Bobby seemed on board with the idea of expanding her knowledge about herself, after all it did have to deal with her own body.

Elizabeth let out an exasperated sigh as flung her hands down in defeat. Without meaning to do so, an old car went flying sideways, crashing into another old rusted out car. The collision of metal clashed together fiercely and produced a loud enough noise to echo off the crisp air.

Elizabeth stood stationary, idly staring at the car that she had just flung fifty or so feet with just the flick of her wrist.

She hadn't meant to do it, but it felt good. All her thoughts that were swallowing her whole floated away as the endorphin rush hit her like a train. A small, barely visible smile pulled at Elizabeth's lips as she lifted her arm again and focused in on the car sitting directly in front of her. This time was easier than when she first used her powers to trap Alastair. The warm sensation began in the bottom of her stomach and spread outwards, all the way to the edges of her fingertips. It filled her with a vibrating, electric feeling that she had become accustomed to feeling when she was in tune with her demon powers. Another smile tugged at her lips as she felt the same endorphin rush wash over her like a tilde wave. Before she even processed what she was doing, Elizabeth began flinging cars left and right, sending them crashing into the gigantic pile she was currently making. With each new car, it became easier and easier to move things, by the time she reached her tenth car, she barely even needed to raise her hand, all she had to do was move her eyes in the direction that she wanted the car to go and it would shoot itself there.

Elizabeth flung car after car into her newly made pile of broken down vehicles, she didn't allow herself to think about how wrong this was from her to be doing, she just allowed herself to feel the small extent of her powers. It was almost therapeutic to her, and by the time she was done throwing the cars around like rag dolls, her breathing was heavy and her mind was clear. Her body felt as if she had drank twenty cups of extremely strong coffee and her hands shook slightly.

The lock that Elizabeth put on the door that hide her powers was now shattered and in the thirty minutes that she spent throwing things around, it dawned on her that she wanted these powers, she wanted to know how to use them. She wanted to be able to control them, and not have them control her.

She wanted to embrace being the Antichrist. Demonic powers and all, and no one could stop her. Not even the blue eyed angel that stood silently behind her. It took Elizabeth all of 2 seconds to realize that she was no longer alone out here. For a moment, she thought that maybe Bobby had come outside to figure out what all the noise was, but when Elizabeth felt the familiar warm, powerful pull that only an angel excreted, she knew who was standing behind her before she even turned around.

Her eyes latched onto Castiel's as soon as he came into her view. For a brief moment she found herself falling deep into his crystal clear oceans, but she quickly reminded herself what Anna had to say about him and subtly took two steps backwards, as if distance would really help her in this situation.

Castiel noted her defensive appearance and furrowed his eyebrows while tilting his head at the emergence of it. She didn't look scared of him, but more…. Guarded. Much like she had in the abandoned barn a couple weeks ago. Castiel let out a small sigh and shoved his hands inside his trenchcoat pockets while clinching his fists.

If he had needed anymore confirmation that Anna had said something that put Elizabeth off, this was it. She was staring at him with an almost untrusting gaze, and it bothered him to no ends.

The pair stood in silence for what seemed like ages before Castiel finally gave up and cleared his throat. His eyes glanced over at the freshly moved vehicles and then moved back to Elizabeth's face.

"Practicing?" He asked simply. Elizabeth swallowed hard and quickly darted her eyes over to the pile as if she had never seen it before.

"And if I am?" She responded in a weak voice that did not match her appearance.

"I would be the first one to question why." Castiel responded quickly. This statement made Elizabeth clinch her jaw together and roll her eyes in an almost painful looking manner.

"Because, there is no use pretending like I don't have these powers anymore. I need to know how to use them, they can help protect me, and my family. They are there so I can- yeah just use them if I want, because they are, you know a part of me… so, yeah… Look, honestly I don't even have to explain myself to you Castiel." Elizabeth said, growing more irritated as she rambled and stumbled over her words.

Castiel didn't answer right away, however he just pierced Elizabeth with a stare that made it seem like he was reading her entire soul. Elizabeth fidgeted under his intense gaze, and she could feel a slow burn beginning to form in the pit of her stomach as she continued to stare back into Castiel's eyes. Heat began to creep up Elizabeth's neck and into her cheeks as her nerves tightened hard in her stomach.

Finally, Elizabeth tore her eyes away from Castiel and looked down at her boots. She chewed on the inside of her lip and silently prayed for Castiel to go away. However- instead of her wish being granted, it was laughed at as Castiel's heavy footsteps made their way over to her. He stopped only when Elizabeth could see both her boots and his shiny dress shoes. Slowly, she let out a shaky breath and looked back up at Castiel. The sun peaked through the clouds ever so slightly and bounced off his eyes. It was almost unfair how blue they were, and how alien they looked contrasted against his slightly tanned skin.

Elizabeth had no idea how much time passed as she found herself entranced in Castiel's eyes, however she was vaguely aware that her lips had parted slightly and that her breathing was coming out a little heavier than normal. She was an idiot- she knew that she was attracted to Castiel, and she knew that his mouth could preform in an almost sinful way. She knew that Castiel- an angel of the lord- was the last person that she should be interested in yet, here she was, once again, standing inches away from him as her mind went completely blank and all logic was thrown out the window.

"I have a question." Castiel stated in a breathy and husky voice. Elizabeth swallowed hard, and found it hard to actually focus on the words that were coming out of Castiel's mouth.

"Shoot." She mumbled. For a second, Castiel's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as if he didn't understand the meaning of shoot. Upon seeing this, Elizabeth let out a breathy chuckle and rephrased the statement.

"It means ask away Cas."

His face still held the look of confusion on it as his eyes slid from Elizabeth's bright green eyes to her full pink lips. He swallowed as his thoughts instantly turned dark, staring at her lips sparked flashbacks of pinning Elizabeth against the hood of one of these dusty cars and examining her mouth with his.

Cas wanted to mention Anna, but for some reason he couldn't get his thoughts to form into coherent words. It was as if they were lodged in his throat and refused to come out. He swallowed hard and took another step towards Elizabeth, leaving almost no distance between the two of them.

Elizabeth wanted to move, she wanted to run, far and fast as Castiel raised his hand hesitantly and tucked her stray hair behind her ear. His fingers were soft and warm and for a split second Elizabeth found her eyes fluttering closed and leaning into his touch.

"You had a question?" Elizabeth breathed out as she opened her eyes again and stared at Castiel.

"Honestly, I forgot what I was going to say." Castiel replied simply.

Before Elizabeth could register what Castiel was doing, the Angel leaned forward quickly and placed his slightly chapped, full lips on hers. It took Elizabeth a moment to register that Cas's lips were on hers, she could feel the angel tensing as her body stood frozen in shock.

Slowly, Castiel pulled back, leaving an inch or so between his face and Elizabeth's. Her face held an expression of shock and for a spilt second Cas thought that he had done something wrong.

"Cas- what... Why?" Elizabeth stammered. Internally she cursed, upset that some guy was making her act like a stumbling sixteen year old with her first crush. Castiel on the other hand, had no idea why he had just kissed Elizabeth again. He knew everything about this was wrong. However, for the first time, he did not care. He could finally grasp onto the idea that he was drawn to Elizabeth- and he liked this idea.

The pair of them stood there, breathing in each other's air. Eyes locked onto each other. Slowly a sense of understanding was building in the both of them.

Castiel wanted to be around Elizabeth and nothing would stop him.

Elizabeth wanted to embrace her powers, and nothing would stop her either. Nothing- but perhaps her growing feelings towards Castiel.

"Elizabeth! Girl, we got to go! The boys got themselves into some trouble with a Siren!" Elizabeth heard Bobby yell from his front porch.

Castiel was still staring at Elizabeth as she took a step back. Quickly, her eyes fell onto his lips and she found herself wanting to taste Castiel all over again.

"I gotta go- but.. I'll see you later Cas." She breathed out.

Cas nodded slightly while a small smile grew in the corner of his mouth. Silently, he watched her jog off to Bobby, and let his thoughts about her lips consume him.