Elena's eyes opened slowly. She looked around, seeing no one. Today was the day she escaped, she told herself, just like she had been every day before that. The food was going bad and the only one that showed up occasionally was Crowley, just to make sure she was alive and that she hadn't escaped.

She sat on the bed, waiting for him to show up. Soon, he sat across the room from her, smiling cruelly.

Crowley she thought with venom.

"Hello, Ellen."

"Don't call me that."

He smiled wider. "Dean and I, well... looks like he's forgotten about you."

"Then why isn't he here with you?"

The slight falter in the King of Hell's smile was enough to tell he was lying. She glared at his fake act.

"He would have been here if he wasn't busy." Crowley stood, walking slowly to stand with his back to her. "Unfortunately he had people to murder in cold blood."

Elena stood slowly, approaching his turned back.

"If there's one thing you should know, Ellen..."

He turned, a match in his hand. "It's that I never turn my back to my opponent."

Damn it! Alarms were going off in her head, as he dropped the match and enhanced the flame with his power. She watched as it spread unnaturally, and he was gone when she looked up again.

She let her hunter instincts take over, her feet carrying her over to the window, where she held the edge of the curtains near the flame, until it caught fire. She was cornered in the back of the room, and she tried to avoid being burnt alive, while the angel blocking runes were being destroyed along with the curtain it was embroidered on.

The fire raced across the carpet, and she watched as the last of the cloth was burnt away.

Cas! Get your feathered ass over here, now! She prayed quickly, and shut her eyes, holding up her arms to block the heat from the fire. Smoke was filling the room fast, and if she didn't suffocate first, then she'd be on fire soon enough.

Suddenly, the heat vanished, and she opened her eyes to the fire shrinking, the flickering light now blue and white, instead of orange and red. Castiel stood next to her, and grabbed her shoulder, ready to send them back to Sam. Then the angel froze, eyes staring off at something on the other side of the hotel room.

"Cas?" Elena followed his gaze, coughing and rubbing her eyes from the effect of the smoke. She locked eyes with the demon's cold ones.

"Elle. Cas."

Castiel moved to attack Dean, but Elena held him back. "Let's just go."

The angel didn't look away from Dean, even as he turned his body towards Elena.

"We need to get him back to Sam."

"Cas, no, let's just go!"

Elena's body felt heavy, and she realized Castiel's hand had been on her shoulder.

"Damn... Angelic... Bull shit..." She mumbled, falling to the ground, asleep.

"Don't-" The demon blinked, his eyes going black as he looked towards the ground for a second, as if reassuring himself. "Hardly fair to a human."

"As if you follow any rules."

Dean smiled, amused "Well, you got that right." He held out his hands, both in fists. Castiel glanced down at them and back up at Dean. "Well? Take me away."

Castiel let out a burst of angelic power, causing Dean to fall to the ground, paralyzed. He retrieved the demon handcuffs from his trench coat pocket, placing them over the demon's wrists. Dean was released from the paralyzing effect, and he pushed himself up to a standing position. "I'll carry her, you fly us back to Sam?"

"What makes you so confident?" The angel picked up Elena, holding her in his arms, and grabbing Dean's forearm.

"I just have a feeling that you and Sam won't be able to keep me long."

Elena woke up, her head pounding. She then sat up slowly, holding her head in one hand.

What happened?

She looked around, taking in her surroundings. She was in a bedroom, but in a house she didn't recognize. She pushed herself off the bed and cracked the door, peeking out. She saw Sam sitting on a couch, typing away on his computer. She opened the door more and stepped out.

"Sam? Where are we?"

"Nevada." He looked up from his work, then slightly laughed. "You look like you got in a bad fight…and lost."

"That's what I feel like. That, or an extremely bad hangover." She rubbed her eyes, sleepily. "So what happened after Cas knocked me out?"

"If you're asking about Dean, he's in the other room."

Elena took a seat on the other sofa nearby.

He sighed, looking back down at his laptop. "Don't sit down. I know you don't want to."

She looked out the window. "I know."

"He's upstairs on the left. First door. He's been asking about you since you all got back."

Elena's eyes shifted to the clock across the room. "When was that?"

Sam shook his head, seemingly disbelieving. "This morning, and yet he can't stop talking about you. Think he's losing his 'touch'." He used air quotes

"Thanks, Sam."

"No problem. Oh, and, Elle?" He looked up at her worriedly.

"Yeah?" She stood.

"Be careful. He's not…Dean. There might not be any Dean left in him for all we know."

"I-" Her voice faltered. "I know."

She left the room hurriedly, swallowing back the lump in her throat. At the foot of the stairs, she remembered when her, Sam, and Dean had first met.

When they were happy. As happy as they could ever be as hunters.

"Can I get you anything?"

"Just a beer." Elena told the bartender, sitting down on the cool seat. The place was relatively empty except for a couple in the back, and a party of loud men a few tables away from the bar.

Two people had entered behind her, and sat down a seat away. She didn't pay attention to them.

A waitress came by, placing down her beer, and a glass of wine. "From the party of five." The waitress pointed at the wine, and then to the group of men that were staring at her, laughing and cat calling. Elena rolled her eyes.

She drank in silence, leaving the glass of purple liquid alone. One of the men came to sit by her "Why hello, beautiful." He pushed the glass of wine closer to her. "How about you and me go find a place alone?"

"How about you back the hell off?" She smiled a fake smile, and placed a wad of cash on the counter, ready to get up and leave. The man grabbed her hand.

"Now wait-"

Elena used that same hand to deck him in the face. Blood trickled from his mouth, where her fist had made contact. He held his lip, in shock and disbelief. She poured the wine on him, walking away, and silently proud of the laughs she got from the two guys that had sat near her.

She walked out onto the street, and after a while of walking, felt a chill crawl down her spine. She turned into an alley, and stood, waiting.

"I thought I told you to back the hell off." She glared at the four men that walked in behind her; only one of the group pf five weren't there.

"Hey princess, we just want to have a good time." The man in the lead, the one she had punched, leered at her, his eyes dropping to her chest. His head jerked around suddenly as he heard two loud cracks as two of the guys behind him dropped down, and two took their place. One held a knife and the other a gun, but both had knocked out the men, not killed them.

Elena squinted. They were both the guys that had sat next to her. She remembered the cute one with spiky hair, and the taller one, with longer hair.

The two remaining guys ran, past the boys from the bar, sprinting down the street. Both men approached her. Elena pushed by them. "Thanks." She mumbled as she passed, but was stopped by the shorter one, in a brown jacket.

"Hey. Wanna hook up sometime?" He winked, and she smiled slightly, blushing in the dark.

"I have nothing better to do."

"Well than how about now? I hear they make a mean pie down the street."

Elena was glad it was dark, or the bright pink of her face would have easily been seen. The triumphant smile told her that he wouldn't give up. "I'll pay."

They walked down the street, leaving the other man rolling his eyes.

"So does bad and beautiful have a name?"

"Elena. Does hot and kick ass have one too?"

"Dean. That was my brother, Sam."

"Older brother?"

"No." Dean mumbled, sounding upset "I'm supposed to be the eldest."

Elena tried to hold back her laugh. "Little bit of a height difference, isn't there?"

Elena made her way up the stairs, fighting the urge to run so she could hug Dean. She missed the way they used to be, all of them. But when you hunted the supernatural, there was no going back.
She placed her hand on the doorknob, suddenly afraid. What if Sam was right?

Her hand twisted the knob and pushed against it until the door opened. She came to stand a few feet away from the trap. "Dean." She whispered, and that one name crushed her heart. If he stepped out of the trap, he was okay. She thought about this as he came to stand near the edge of the trap.

"Elle."

She could barely hear him over the sound of her pounding heart, still hoping he'd take an extra step. But he didn't. She knew that he wouldn't, and that he couldn't.

She didn't move. She simply stood there, staring at him with sad eyes. His face looked full of emotion, but if she focused enough, she could see the carelessness in his eyes.

Her eyes shot downward, looking at his left foot, as he moved it forward. He placed it out of the trap, and walked to her, nothing stopping him. She froze, all her muscles locking in place. She didn't feel anything, even as he embraced her, his strong arms wrapping around her.

She instantly scanned the demon trap, looking over his shoulder, searching for a breakage. Her sight locked onto the small gap in the line, one so small and insignificant almost. But it meant the world to keeping him in, and it was that small gap that opened a larger one in her heart.

"It's too late." He whispered into her hair, and she shut her eyes as she was sent somewhere else with him still holding her. As soon as they arrived, she pushed him away, kicking him in the gut. He barely reacted to it, and she continued to punch and attack him in any way she could. Each time she hurt him, he healed almost instantly.

"Die, god damn it! Die!"

He grabbed onto her wrists as she went to hit him again.

"What the hell, Dean? Let me go!" She shouted.

She took in enough of her surroundings to realize they were in Bobby's old bunker.

Sam pushed away his laptop. "This is just ridiculous…" He grumbled. Elena had been up there with his brother for over tow hours, and as far as he could tell, she wasn't coming down anytime soon.

"Elle?" He shouted up the stairs as he climbed.

He reached the top, and walked through the open door.

"Elle!" He shouted, looking around. Dean and her were both gone, and the only sign of them was Elena's phone lying on the ground. Sam examined the demon trap, cursing himself for not double-checking it for a breakage.

Cas! It's Elle! He called out in his mind. What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do, what are we gonna-

"Sam. Wha happened?" Castiel looked at the incomplete trap, his face full of worry.

"God damn it!" He shouted. "Can you trace where he took her?"

Cas looked up from the trap to him "Yes. But it will take time to do."

"We don't have time Cas. My brother's a monster and keeps kidnapping his own girlfriend!"

Sam stormed out of the room, fuming. He slammed the door in the angel's face.

Once again, they were both caught up in chasing his idiotic brother. He clenched his fists, trying to relax.

I'm a Winchester. And I'm bringing the other home.

Elena looked down at the broken trap on the ground. "Dean why the hell would you bring us here?" She looked up at him. "What do you even want with me?"

"Well that's the surprise, isn't it?" He smiled, a fake grin.

She looked around for a way out. She wasn't going to be able to move the bunker door, since it was locked from the outside.

"I've seen it. Crowley's seen it. I'm becoming weak. And my weakness is you. Understand?"

"So you're going to kill me for it?" She yelled at him, and he walked closer to her, slowly.

"No."

"Then why?" She looked at him, hurt, afraid, and confused.

Dean was closer to her now, and she was pressed up against the wall. He grabbed her shoulder, and his lips slammed into hers.

She felt him pressing his body against hers, his electrifying touch coursing through her. She could have forgotten he was a demon. She could have stayed like this forever, and pretend everything as fine. Instead, she jerked her knee into his gut, and shoved her hands against his chest. She managed to move him an inch, but still enough to break away from him.

He stayed like that, his warm breath touching her face, and she still had the chance to pretend, to play along, but that would be playing into his hands. She turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

"I'm going to make you mine."

She felt his hand draw back from her waist, and his warmth was gone. Her knees went weak, and Elena slid down against the wall, sitting on the floor. She was still panting, her eyes spilling over with tears.

As Dean left, the weakness in him seemed to grow, and he longed to stay with her. But he left, and he knew that soon he'd be able to have her, and not have the risk of becoming human. That amount of feeling and recognition all from one kiss was enough to have kept him there, returning him to his original self. He left, slightly afraid of what the human girl was capable of doing to him.

Human. His mind caught on one little word. One that was weak and powerless. Human. Emotion. He thought about it more. She was a human now. One that preferred the human in Dean.

If she was something else… a demon… what would that change?

Cas. Castiel! I'm stuck in Bobby's bunker and crazy ass demon dean just kissed me. Come here. Now. Because if you don't, I swear I'll drag you by your wings down to the cage in hell.

"It's not physically possible for a human to drag me by my wings, especially since you can't touch them in the first place."

Elena looked up, sadly. She saw Castiel, but didn't run to him like she normally would. She couldn't stand. She felt sick, and dizzy. He came before her, and lifted her up by a hand. He then focused his power on sending them to the house he was just at with Sam. He sent them there.

His eyes were still open, and yet what he saw didn't change like it normally would. They were still in the bunker, with Elena crying silently, holding onto his hand like it was a lifeline.

"Elena…are we still…?"

"Cas, let's go. Dean's gone. Please just get us out of here." She looked up at him, and he tried again, and then again. Each time it didn't work.

He looked around the room "I can't."

He spotted the angel rune, that hadn't been there before, drawn in fresh blood. He led Elena over there, and they both tried to rub it away, but it didn't come off.

"He would never make it that easy." The light in Elena's eyes was gone and she was left, half asleep in Castiel's arms. Her head leaned against his shoulder and her sat her down, as he tried to find a way to remove the block.

Eventually, after many failed attempts, he gave up, and sat down next to her. There was nothing to do but wait and hope that Sam had an idea.

Sam had called for Castiel plenty of times, and he still hadn't answered. It was time he took matters into his own hands. He got to work on collecting the ingredients he would need.

Dean did his planning. He spoke to other demons about changing a human into a demon, and he did research on the Internet. He prepared for the different transformations he would have to try.

Elena's mind was blank. She stared across the room at Dean's parting 'gift'. The one little blood drawn sign that would keep her and Castiel from escaping. She tried to figure out why Dean would need Cas, but her mind turned up blank, and she drifted off to sleep.