Author's note: Last Piece of Love enjoyers... This is it, this is the end. UNLESS... You'd like to see a sequel fic? That one would feature the Deanmon coming back and the possible death of someone important... Plus you'd get to see more of the guardian angel (seen in this chapter) =O You might learn his name! Here's the s/10876211/1/Rising-Angel
Please enjoy the final chapter!
A knock sounded on the motel room door, and Dean glanced over to Sam, who had already prepared himself with a knife. "Did you forget to pay the room bill or is this something else?"
Sam shook his head, putting one hand on the door knob, the other grasping the knife tightly.
He opened the door a crack and it flung open, bouncing against the wall and coming back slowly.
"I'm back!" Elena called, placing her foot back on the ground from having kicked open the door. Dean stood up from where he sat. She hugged Sam first, ruffling his hair.
Then she met the green eyes that stared back at her silently.
"Dean."
"I thought you said you'd be home soon."
"I didn't know a day here was half an hour in Hell." She said, slightly annoyed.
"It's been a week."
"It's been three and a half hours, plus the two I had to take on my way here. Lucky I was in Ohio. So it was five and a half hours." She argued back. They drew a truce as he walked quickly and she ran to meet his embrace, him lifting her up and squeezing her tightly. She laughed and he kissed her, while he placed her back down.
"This yours?" She asked, taking off his jacket. He smiled and tossed it onto the bed, falling so that he landed on top of her. They kissed again, their lost time transferred to each other.
"Wow. So um, I'm gonna go over there. Yeah." Sam left, grabbing a pair of keys off of the table, almost tripping as he rushed out the door.
Dean smiled down at Elena, and she smiled back, both of them truly happy for the time they'd been gone from each other.
"You need to shave." She laughed, running a hand down his stubbled face. He smirked.
"I'll shave when I want to."
He placed a hand in the small of her back, kissing her deeply, and her hand brushed through his hair. His scent was the same, slightly smokey and a lot of leather. He didn't wear cologne, but she knew this was enough.

He lifted her up and into his arms, carrying her outside next to the Impala, where he put her back down. She took a step closer to him, placing her hands under her arms. "Asshole. It's freezing out here." She leaned against the Impala and he leaned there next to her. "Where are we going?"
"Food." Dean replied.
She cracked a smile. Figures. She thought.
"What good restaurants do they have around here?" She asked.
"Nice one down the road. I've heard they have good pie, but I think we should check it out."
"A self-hired pie critic." She mumbled, and he grinned.
They both climbed into the black car, and she held her hands next the heater when the car started up. Some sort of combination of pop music and hip-hop came on and Dean shut off the radio instantly. "Damn it, Sammy." He mumbled and Elena laughed as he spun the radio dial and pressed play, filling the car with rock and roll.
Elena tapped her hand against her thigh to the beat, in time with Dean's singing. She'd heard the exact same song play over and over again but it made him happy, and she liked the music anyways.
They arrived at the food joint, Elena letting out a small laugh. "Riley's diner?"
"What? Not good enough?" He looked slightly disappointed and also defensive of his choice.
"No, it's great. Maybe you can make good food decisions."
He looked triumphant as he came out of the car confidently, walking over to her side where she had already climbed out. They clasped hands, trying to warm each other by standing close.

It had started snowing, and as soon as they were in the warm restaurant they both wiped the white ice off of their clothes and hair. Somebody took them to a booth and they sat beside each other.

A waitress strutted over confidently, placing both hands on the table and leaning as close as she could to Dean who sat on the outside. She smiled, her far-too-white teeth practically blinding them. Green-blue gum bounced between her teeth as she asked what she could start them off with. Her boobs were about to fall out of her shirt.
Dean scooted closer to Elena, hiding his face with the menu. "You got any beer?" He asked.
"Yes we do. You drink free." She winked at him.
"Great, I'll take two."
She completely ignored Elena as she walked away.
"Thanks." Elena mumbled, knowing the second was for her. She kissed him, and as the waitress was returning, she kissed him deeper, hands around his neck, flaunting their relationship to the slut.
She mentally laughed as the waitress slammed own the alcohol, leaving in a huff. Dean seemed to not notice the waitress being upset.
He popped the tabs and they both took a swig, as a new waiter showed up.
"What will we be having?" He asked, holding a pen to the order paper. He stood tall and proud, but unfortunately, something was off.
"Burger, extra onions." Dean said, leaning back in his seat. He could tell that Elena had noticed the signs of a supernatural being in the waiter.
"Same." She said automatically, knowing Dean would order something good. "And by the way, where are the restrooms?" She asked, and the waiter pointed her to a back hallway. "Thank you."
Dean stood to let her pass and he slid something into her back pocket as she passed. It felt like a knife.
She walked briskly to the hallway, knowing the waiter was on her tail. Instead of turning at the women's room, she walked further and took a left into storage. When she turned, she was met by the server. She drew the knife, holding it tightly, in a fighting stance.
"This isn't the bathroom." He said, stepping away from the door, and holding his hand out, encouraging her to leave. She was confused. "Aren't you going to kill me?" She asked.
"Kill you?" He asked, and now he was confused.
"Aren't you a demon?"
"Exactly." He said. "I was sent by Lebidoff to protect you."
"Lebi-?" She suddenly remembered the name tag on the desk of the demon in Hell. The one that had 'hired' her. "Oh, right. Lebidoff."
"So... Have you taken his soul yet?"
"Who's?"
"That man out there."
"Oh, I was actually going to do it quite soon." She laughed. Kissing Dean in front of the demon would be fine enough. If she killed this demon, it would be obvious to the Lebidoff guy that she was a hunter.
"Well thank you." She said awkwardly, and left. He turned to continue down the hallway to the kitchen, and she scooted in next to Dean.
"He's connected to Hell. I can't kill him, or an entire office of demons will be after me."
He didn't understand but he nodded. "If we can't kill him, then what do we do?"
"Nothing. He says he's here to protect me."
They ate in silence, both noticing the demon's close watch. He treated them well, not handing them a bill as they left, but they both noticed him now that they and come face to face with him. He watched them from the side of the road as they drove by.
"This is creepy." Elena mumbled, adjusting the container of pie below her feet so that it wouldn't fall over.
"Should we kill him and lock you up in a bunker until they come for you?"
"No. I'm not spending any time in a closed space for long ever again." She mumbled, and the car fell silent, and they both knew she hadn't meant to reference his time as a demon.
"I'm sorry." He apologized.
"No, Dean, I shouldn't have said it." He wrapped an arm around her with his other hand on the steering wheel. "Let's just go home, alright?" He asked hopefully.
"Dean, we are home" she spread her hands out to the Impala. "The only thing that stayed the same through all this Hell." He smiled a little, cheered up.
"You, me, and Sammy. Living in a car on the side of the road somewhere. I can see it now." He said jokingly, and she punched his arm.
"No, really. This is your home, where you guys belong when you don't have a place to go."
He nodded. "I know."
They got back to the motel, and they spotted Sam pull in just after they did. They both sat behind the car, waiting, and as soon as Sam got near enough, Dean chucked a snowball at him. It hit his shoulder and he jumped slightly, looking their way, confused. Dean taught Elena how to make a snowball, she had never seen snow before, and they continued pelting Sam until he caught on. He was secretly piling snow onto the top of the Impala, ever so slowly to avoid their notice. As soon as there was a large stack, he pushed it on top of them, and they ended up buried and shivering.
"Jeez, it's cold out there." Elle laughed as they piled, cold and wet, back into the room. Sam placed down a shopping bag, and he pulled out a few packets of hot chocolate. Dean and Elena covered themselves with blankets on the couch while Sam was mostly warm and content, making them drinks.
It was as if they were a normal family. Except they all knew the pain was still there.
After they finished, they lied down to sleep, and Elena cuddled up to Dean, as the apartment was slightly cold.
The sun rose, bringing with it, light. That light burned Sam's eyes as he opened them, the curtains still drawn wide, allowing it to blind him as he woke.
He flipped over and looked to the bed beside his, Elena and Dean lying side-by-side. He noticed his brother was awake, and he whispered "Dean?"
His brother looked over, exhausted. "Yeah?"
"We should call Cas." Sam sat up slowly, looking over to where the book lay on the table.
"I know." Dean said. He knew today would have to be the day.
Sam said Castiel's name aloud, practically shouting it, and the angel was there, standing by the door. He looked down to the sleeping Elena, who was oblivious to the conversation around her, still fast asleep.
"So we doing this today?" Sam asked, pointing towards Elena and Dean.
Castiel nodded. "It's time."
"Don't have to sound so ominous." Dean said sarcastically, tossing the book to Cas, who caught it gingerly.
"Don't throw the book." He said, upset.

Dean looked skeptical.

"If you damage it, all of heaven and hell will be after you."
"Like that hasn't happened already." Dean smirked, and so did his brother.
Cas opened up the book, reading the Enochian symbols carefully.
"Deterrance was killed, breaking the blood-bond. This is the only way known to break the bond. There are no other possibilities or hope for saving either blood-bound entity." Castiel spoke in a serious tone.
Sam looked lost, hurt, and confused all in one. Dean looked horrified, and looked from Cas to the book. "What?"
"Ha. I was joking." The angel smiled up at him.
"Don't be that serious when you're telling a joke, Cas." He said, still slightly shaken.
"We need to extract your blood from Elena." He looked down at it, and flipped a page. "A painful process." He shut the book and held it in between his hands as he sat on the bed beside Elena.
"And?" Asked Dean, knowing there was something else.
"If we don't do it correctly, she'll become... Something else."
"Like what?" Sam asked, sitting on the sofa next to Dean.
"It doesn't matter. We won't mess up."
Elena began screaming on the first try. Castiel had sliced a small cut onto her arm after waking her up. The idea was that Castiel would draw out the blood using his grace. The dark-red fluid drew out of her arm slowly, and her veins blackened up to her right shoulder, and began to crawl up her neck. Her eyes had turned blood red, and her head snapped towards Dean.
"Sam, take Dean and leave."
"What? Why?" asked Dean, as Sam grabbed his arm.
"The blood is taking control and she can smell you. In this close proximity, she'll stop at nothing to gain the lost blood. You need to get out so I can restrain her."
Sam had to drag Dean from the room, who hadn't wanted to leave.
"Dean, she's not Elle right now. We need to wait until Cas is done."
Dean nodded, barely hearing a thing his brother told him. He could still hear the anguished and pained cries of Elena from the room.

Castiel drew more blood, holding her down with both arms now, also using a leg to hold down her legs. She pushed against him, struggling to knock him off of her as he pulled the blood from her cut.
"Elena, you need to calm down."
Her teeth had grown into fangs, not like a vampire, but more like a snakes, every single tooth a sharp one. Her hand had become a mess of claws, which she was attempting to use.
She thrashed and kicked at him, yelling angrily.

She managed to get an arm loose, her talons coming for him and it sliced into his chest, blood pouring over his white shirt and coat. He couldn't heal himself since he had to hold her down, and he winced in pain, a slight gasp escaping his lips.
Elena's breathing suddenly slowed, her dark red eyes gleaming. She stared at the red on his shirt.
"Cas. I'm sorry." She said, blood pouring from her eyes in place of tears. "I didn't mean to."
"I know." He mumbled, still feeling the pain firing through his body.
Her hand changed, morphing back to its original form. She placed it on his chest and the blood was pulled back into the wound, and the pain suddenly ceased. Castiel's eyes widened

"What did you do?"

"I don't know." She winced against the pain, letting a small noise escape her throat. "Why wasn't I like this before?" She asked, flinching as he began to draw the blood faster.
"It's instinct to fight the hardest before death."
She nodded, the pain enormous, like someone was tearing off her skin. She looked up to him.
"Cas, why do you look so-" she gasped out in pain. "-worried?" She finished, her breathing heavy. The blood that had come out of her body began to disappear, and she wondered where he was sending it.
"I'm hoping."
"For what?" She asked.
"The book said I'd have to restrain you the entire time. It also said that if I did it wrong, you'd...change." He finished.
"Into what?"
"An angel." He responded. "The ritual is close enough to the forbidden one of creating angels, so close, that it could immediately change."
"I don't feel very holy. Maybe it's because I fought against the blood? He didn't give me enough to bind me completely, did he?" She questioned, wondering what would happen if she was one of the angels.

There was a pause as she sat up. "Would I still care?"
"Not as much as you could as a human." He spoke, almost sadly, and she knew he partly missed being a human. "Perhaps you're different from the other blood-monsters. You love the one that changed you, and care for the one that brought you back."
"Yeah." She said, and she felt a sudden rush of happiness as the pain drifted away to a dull throb.
She grabbed a tissue out of a box on the night stand, wiping the blood off of her face. "That was disgusting and painful." She said, using the tip of her finger to poke at her teeth. They were normal again.
"Thanks, angel." She kissed his forehead, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back.
"Elena, before you go... I want to test-" he cut himself off, as if unsure. "-your humanity." He finished. She nodded, but wasn't sure how he could test that.
He picked up the knife from the night stand, the one he had originally used in the blood pulling. He slid the blade across the skin of her arm, and she sucked in a breath.
"I need you to do what you did to me earlier. Do you remember?"
She seemed to consider for a moment. "Yeah. It was weird... These words came to me, but I didn't understand them at all."
"They might have been Enochian." He muttered, then turned towards her. "Try to remember those words, or pictures you received."
She closed her eyes, and placed a hand over the cut. "It might not work." She said, and pulled her hand back, still covered in blood.
Castiel placed a hand over the cut and it left suddenly, not even a scab left. She smiled, hugging him.
"So was that just some miracle of blood-monster-ness or something else?"
"My theory is that because my grace was closely interacting with your soul, you were able to channel it."
"I didn't know that was possible." She said, staring down at her hand in disbelief.
"Neither did I."
She walked out with Castiel, rushing into Dean's arms.
"I'm not an angel!" She said happily, and he looked down confused.
"Are you all right, or did he screw with your sanity?"
"Pretty sure we're all insane here, Dean." She kissed him. "And no, I seriously could have become an angel if Cas had messed up."
She hugged Sam next.
"I'm glad you're all right." He said.
"Same. Sorry for all the trouble, Samoose."
"That name is not okay." He said, slightly upset

"Is Moosam, better? No, I like Samoose."

"That's not cool either."

She laughed a little, parting.
She turned towards Castiel. "Next time come when we call." She said, hugging him again. "I might pray tomorrow."
He smiled, and then was gone.
Elena turned towards the two men, who were now arguing over something stupid.
"Sammy, I'm not that stupid."
"Dean, we need to-"
Elena smacked them both in the back of the heads simultaneously. "Stop arguing. What's the problem?"
Sam pointed to a newspaper claiming there had been three disappearances in a week, two found dead.
"So then what's the argument about?"
"I think it's a ghost, with that exact evidence, but Sam over here keeps saying 'it could be something else.' I know how to tell if it's a ghost or not."
Elena sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Sam's right, it could turn out to be something else, but so is Dean. It probably is a ghost."
"So are we going to deal with it?" Dean took the paper from her, reading it over again.
"Where at?"
"Indiana." Sam responded.
"Sounds like a plan. Our first hunt after all that Hell and back stuff." She smiled and they headed to the motel room to pack what little belongings they had.
"Elle." Dean said, stopping her while Sam continued on, letting them have their private time. "What exactly happened in there?"
She breathed out. "I found a way to channel angel grace, but I'm not entirely sure how it works."
He nodded, thinking.
"Do you think this will lead to anything…different?" He asked, almost sounding afraid.
"No. But he might." She looked just beyond his shoulder and he slightly turned, noticing the demon watching her again.
"There's a reason he hasn't told Lebidoff yet." She mumbled, trying to figure it out.
"So what is he now, some creep demonic stalker?" He asked.
"I don't think he was actually hired by any one to watch me. I'll be back." He watched he carefully, making sure the demon wouldn't try anything.
She approached him, and he looked up to her, waiting.
"Lebidoff didn't hire you, did he?"
The demon shook his head. "You think I'd take orders from him?" He leaned in close to her ear. "I wanted to watch you. But I guess it's done now."
"What's done? Why were you watching me?"
"I heard the angel speak to you of me. I first started watching you when I realized what you were. A blood-monster."
She nodded. "So? Who are you, really?"
"An illegal angel. I was brought back like you were, except it failed. I was a follower of Deterrance."
She nodded her head slowly. "So because it failed, you became an illegally created angel?"
"Yes." He said, seeming ashamed of it. "The only way to redeem myself was to take up position of an angel. I've been placed in one of the lowest ranks of angels. A guardian."
"Then shouldn't you be watching someone else?"
"In order to keep my eye on you, I requested a transfer that was granted. Now I'm your guardian angel, but now that I'm done with you, I'll be requesting another change."
"Good." She said, glad that her transition hadn't failed.
"Thank you, by the way." He told her. "For not making the same mistake I did."
"What?"
"When you were changing, you probably felt the urge to rip the heart out of your angel friend. But you didn't give in to it. That's the reason my extraction failed. I gave in to the blood's desires."
"Oh." She said, remembering the want, the need, to kill Castiel.
"I do have one question before I leave you though."
"What is that?"
"What was it that kept you sane during the blood-binding?"
"What?"
"While you were a monster, you didn't worship your master like you should have been. You should have been on your knees, willing to serve him faithfully. Why didn't you?"
"I don't serve anyone, and it especially wouldn't be a master as lazy as him." She glanced Dean's way. "But I guess because I'm the real leader."
'You hate having to be the strong one.'
She remembered when demon Dean had told her that.
He was right then, but now she was glad. She was strong for them, and that's what gave her that strength in the first place.
She smiled. "I loved my 'master' far before I became that thing. It's how I became one. I loved him too much to let him go."
He nodded slowly. "I might never understand what you mean, but know that if you and him don't work out..." He handed her a small card. "Call me."
'Your Guardian angel' was inscribed on the card. "Didn't realize angels could flirt."
"This one can." He smiled widely. "See you then."
She crossed back over to Dean when he left, hugging him tightly.
"Everything's good?" He asked, and she nodded.
"Thanks Dean. And I'm sorry for everything."
"Don't get all sad on me." He told her, pulling her back. "I don't need to say 'your welcome' or 'apology accepted.' Alright?"
She nodded, laughing a little.
"I love you." She said.
"I love you more." He told her.
They held hands to the room and Sam was waiting by the locked door, all bags already packed and ready to go.
"Thanks Sammy." Dean said, and they carried the bags to the impala, tossing them into the trunk. Elena climbed in back, stretching out so she'd get some sleep on their drive.
"Don't get any dirt in my baby." He warned Sam as he climbed in. "I know there's mud over there, I saw it."
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Shut up." Elena added as she listened to their stupid sass-battle.
As soon as they were on the road, Dean chose his normal five repeated albums, and Sam looked down at a map, trying to direct Dean, who wasn't paying attention at all.
Elena shut her eyes, exhausted and weak from everything that had happened in the past weeks. The life of a Winchester. Unfortunately they'd have more shit to deal with, probably tougher than this.
Dean stared out the front window, a thought burning his mind. He knew it was a long way off, but he also knew it was spiraling out of control, and he could feel the small tug of darkness. Saying 'nothing' to Sam would work, but he wouldn't be able to avoid Elena's notice.

I'm going to be a demon again.

(Link to sequel: s/10876211/1/Rising-Angel )
[I hope you liked that cliff-hanger :D ]