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The group had been at Bobby's for over an hour…it was incredibly boring. Elizabeth was flipped upside down on the couch with her feet flopped over the edge. She lazily twisted her fingertips into the hole in the knee of Dean's jeans. Dean nursed a beer and ran his palm over Elizabeth's side with his head leaned back on the couch's back.
"Are you sure that the angel dude wasn't wrong? I mean really he didn't even know how to tie his tie right." Elizabeth groaned from her bent position. She wrapped her steel grip around Dean's forearm before lifting herself into a sitting position on the ruff couch. "No offense."
Castiel cocked his head to the side taking in the information, "I do not understand."
"He is kind of smart isn't he?" Dean chuckled softly wrapping a toned arm around Elizabeth's slender shoulders.
"I am so bored," Elizabeth groaned tossing her legs out in front of her.
"I can fix that." Dean coaxed teasingly with a twitch of his eyebrows.
"Sure you could." Elizabeth scoffed lightly and smiling wide at the look of hurt printing over Dean's features.
A giant crash brought them from their fit of laughter as hunter instincts snapped on. Dean brought a protective arm in front of Elizabeth who had snapped ram rod straight in her seat. Sam picked up his gun across the room and held it perpendicular to his chest. Bobby gripped his gun beside him and scanned the hallway.
"Panic room?" Sam questioned tensely, everyone nodded in unison except Elizabeth. 'The what?' she mouthed, Dean gave a reassuring glance before towing her behind him. The group began to move toward the basement safe room with Dean in front and Castiel at the rear.
"I hate when it is too silent." Dean groaned softly creaking open the basement door. They slid in and began to descend the stairs before the door snapped shut with an echoing hit. Sam jogged back up and pushed defiantly on the door before giving up the vain effort.
"I guess they want us in the basement. Wow that sounded naughty." Dean murmured moving in slower towards the iron room. He slipped his arm back to find Elizabeth's hand and calmed at the familiar grip which met it. His fingers had only grazed the door when black smoke choked the air. The entire place was pitch black as they all waved their arms frantically for the safe room. A booming crack resounded as the doorframe into the basement gave way.
The demon moved easily down the stairs with its followers, moving easily through the smoke.
"I found it!" Sam bellowed gripping Bobby's arm and pulling him in before gripping someone else to bring in. They flipped the light in the center of the room and saw three faces. Sam, Bobby, Dean…
"Elizabeth!" Dean barked ferociously diving back to the entrance to see a demon with a lock around her stomach. The demon wore a woman no older than 25 with shoulder length brown hair. The pitch black eyes which peered out seemed so out of place on the innocent face, marred by a hungry scowl. Elizabeth elbow cracked into the demon's temple as a fist smashed into the cheekbone. Elizabeth threw a leg out and made connection with the demon's abdomen.
"Stay there Dean!" She called back as a blow knocked the sir from her chest and she doubled over. Her knuckles went bloody on the Demon's face until she got out of the iron hold. Her view strayed back to Dean who fought at the entrance of the room, wanting desperately to charge out. With a final blow to the Demon's head she ran. Not waiting for its head to bob back up before she dove into the safe room.
Sam slammed the door shut and relaxed with each bolt which clicked. "I guess Castiel was right."
"You think, idjit." Bobby snapped back leaning into a stiff chair close by. Dean lifted Elizabeth's bruised face to his burning stare. His callous fingers traced her bruised cheekbone.
"Son of a b**ch." Dean bit out between clenched teeth, "I'm gonna kill them."
"Relax it's just a blow to the ego." Elizabeth mused wincing at the probe on her bruised ribs.
"Fine, stupid demon is still dead." Dean murmured angrily before dropping his hands. Elizabeth stepped back absently rubbing at her sore cheek before the world began to spin. She screwed her eyes shut as the light headed feeling washed over her. She moved forward in an attempt to move toward the bed across the room. As her legs gave out beneath her she flailed an arm blindly, making contact with Dean's elbow before hitting the floor.
Dean fell to the floor next to Elizabeth and lifted her head as tremors began to rack her body. Her icy eyes slid closed as she shook more violently.
"What's going on?" Dean barked lifting Elizabeth to the bed and pressing his hands to her tremor stricken shoulders. Slowly the movement stopped and she lay completely still. Her eyes stayed sealed as unconsciousness over took her.
"Dean!" a distant familiar voice called from outside the panic room.
"Nobody's home!" Dean called back shakily.
"It is Castiel!" The voice called back, "The demons are gone."
Sam moved over to the door and slowly pushed it open. Castiel stood at the entrance, unable to come in. His eyes scanned the room and halted on Elizabeth's still form.
"Cas, what just happened?" Dean questioned almost fearfully, keeping his hand splayed across Elizabeth's shoulders.
"I think I know what is happening." Castiel stated easily, Dean stared up at him with raised brows implying he needed more of an answer, "My powers are not what they were since I left the other angels therefore what I do is not working as well."
"What?"
"After I brought Elizabeth back, it wasn't the same way I could bring you. She is weaker than you were coming back."
"I repeat what?"
"Her body is giving out."