Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

Fifth book in my Found Series-

Lost Love

To Wear Your Fear

As Simple As Love

Where Fault Falls

I recommend reading the others but you can survive my story without. Just know that Dean and Elizabeth are a couple and in my last story Castiel brought her back from the dead. Creepy right. Enjoy.

Chapter 1:

Dean held Elizabeth close even with the extra space left in the queen size bed. They had just finished an easy job, simple salt and burn, but where extremely exhausted. The decision was clear in staying in the decent room one more night before heading out, too early in the morning. Dean breathed in a gush of Elizabeth's warm scent. His muscular arms wrapped gently around her, her fingers entangled loosely over his wrists. His toned forearm matched perfectly with her slender waist as if part of a puzzle. His chin was just barely brushing the pale skin of her shoulder revealed by his large t shirt ensnarling her.

The tensing of her stomach muscles and a pained moan forced Dean awake. His worried green eyes flashed open to see a flow of honey blonde hair and the edge of Elizabeth's tight lips. Her eyes remained closed with a line beginning to crease in between her eyebrows. Her even breathes hitched a few times as she wriggled her legs and moaned with slightly parted lips. Dean ran his hand over her forehead and brushed off the stray hairs feeling her relax at his touch. Worry broiled in his center with the warmed flesh that met his touch.

"Shhhh, it's okay." Dean coaxed propping up on the edge of his elbow and continuing to run his fingers over her forehead. Slowly her tense muscles relaxed into his touch and she turned into him. Her head resting across his toned chest as her breathing fell back into an undisturbed rhythm.

Dean leaned back down onto his pillow letting his furrowed eyebrows release but the worry coating his green watch remained.

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7:00 a.m. was not that early in the Winchester book. However, after a night of worry and a hunt Dean Winchester felt like it was 3:00. He struggled upward while rubbing a used hand over his face. Elizabeth was perched at the end of the bed tying her shoe. A partly see through cotton shirt was unbuttoned on top of a dark blue tank top. Her honey hair was pulled loosely at the base of her neck and flipped over a clip. Dean couldn't help the tired smile which stretched over his features as she looked over to him.

"Morning." She chirped leaning over the dark green bed spread to kiss Dean lightly, "You better hurry and get ready because I'm not listening to your little brother whine about waiting."

"So you agree he's whiny and impatient." Dean hummed sarcastically sliding to the foot of the bed and looping an arm around Elizabeth.

"Of course, I know where he got it from too." Elizabeth laughed back sweetly.

"Whatever do you mean?" Dean teased letting his arm fall to her hips, "Where you okay last night?"

"Yeah," Elizabeth turned her gaze away, unable to lie while staring at him.

"Aha sure you are, you seemed kind of hot…"

"Just kind of? I am hurt." Elizabeth fawned with a hurt expression holing a palm to her chest. Dean rolled his eyes and rose from the tough mattress before shuffling to the bathroom, "Dean!"

"What?" He murmured twisting back around to look at her. She raised his duffel an inch or two with a knowing smile before tossing his bag to him. He grinned back a thanks before treading back toward the tiled room. Elizabeth waited for him to seal the gaudy green door to the adjacent restroom before collapsing back on the bed. This was not the time to get sick. Yet no matter how much she scowled herself it seemed this cold had latched onto her and refused to relinquish. As soon as the water cut off in the bathroom she rose back to her feet and glued a smile to her glossed lips. The world squirmed in her vision making her stumble back for an instant before regaining her posture.

Dean waltzed out from the bathroom minutes later with worn jeans and a grey t shirt. He gave his megawatt smile before lacing an arm around Elizabeth. Sam poked his head into the room with annoyance sprawled on his features.

"You two are so slow, what is taking so long?" He barked leaning into the doorframe.

"Do you really want to know Sammy?" Dean joked back with a wiggle of his brow. Sam gulped back disgust and shook out his hair before retreating from the door way.

"Just hurry up…I'll be in the car." He called back nervously. Dean and Elizabeth chuckled with the image of Sam's bright red cheeks. Then Dean's smile dropped as he gave into thought.

"Sam I am driving!" He yelped jogging to the door with a duffel over the shoulder. Elizabeth picked hers from the carpet before leaving the room and establishing check out.

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"What in the…?" Elizabeth squirmed in the back seat as a trench coat coated angel appeared beside her. Dean through a look over his shoulder into the back seat glaring at the angel before turning his gaze back to the road.

"What do you want Cas?" Dean called back in a mono tone voice looking over to his brother in the passenger seat.

"You have to get away from here." Castiel stated in his emotionless voice, leaning towards the driver.

"Why? What's going on?" Sam tensed maneuvering his broad shoulders to face the angel.

"There is a wave of demons coming this way," Castiel explained, Dean looked back over his shoulder with a wave of exasperation edging him to go on. "They are here for Elizabeth."

"What? Why am I being singled out?" Elizabeth whined still leaning towards the other side of the car away from the bearer of bad news. She crossed her arms in front of her chest with a scowl before a sharp pain engraved in her brain. She screwed her eyes shut and huffed out turning away from the others.

"They know you are Dean's weakness and plan to use you as….leverage."

"Sam's a weakness too." Elizabeth mumbled as the stab subsided.

"Hey!" Sam barked turning towards the windshield again. Dean chuckled beside him but died off as he remembered what this came from.

"Where exactly do you expect us to go?" Dean urged rubbing his fingers through his cropped hair.

"What about Bobby's?" Sam opted letting his furrowed brows relax.

"Sounds like the best plan to me." Dean urged before starting the Impala back up.

"I think we should go faster…" Castiel argued reaching forward with a flutter of his trench coat.

"Whoa! Whoa!" Dean held his hands in front with brake pressed down, "I am not going on Angel Airline."

"Dean…" Castiel countered his eyes still in a gaping wide stare. Dean huffed out a breathe of hot air before turning off the engine and sitting back. His eyes screwed shut and he pinched his lips together in anticipation. 'I am going to be sick…'