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"Her what is whating?" Dean barked sickly brining himself up to his full height and tensing his jaw.

"Her body is giving out." Castiel repeated with little emotional affliction. Dean raked a frustrated hand across his scalp before pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked down to Elizabeth and started running over the signs in his head. The darkening circles under her tired blue eyes. The way she flinched at his touch to her side. The tremors and pained groans from the night before. Why hadn't he noticed?

"What do we do Cas?" Dean questioned calmly, falling onto the bed ironed to the wall. His hand rested sternly on Elizabeth's calve even if only to make sure she was still there. Dean risked a glance at Elizabeth's face. She seemed so peaceful, but his hunter observation wouldn't let him get by with that. He could see the slim lines of pain which creased her forehead and the dent of frustration between her brows.

"I do not know Dean." Castiel conceded unable to meet the terrified green eyes which snapped to him. A painful silence ensued and nobody dared to break it. Dean got up from the bed and left the panic room without a glance back. Sam looked around the confined, letting his gaze pause over Elizabeth for a moment, before following his big brother.

Sam found Dean on the front porch slouched against the wall with hardened features.

"Dean," He called softly steeping closer to the older hunter. Dean barely glanced towards him but Sam could barely cover the intake of breathe which came. Dean's usually bright eyes were hardened and pained, "I know this is bad Dean, but we will figure something out…"

"Because we always figure something out, right?"

"Yeah, so it will be okay…"

"Why do we always have something to figure out?"

"I don't…"

"Why can't out hardest decision be where to go for dinner? Or choosing a movie?"

"Dean we've never had that, why is this coming up?"

"I don't want to talk about Sam."

"Dean you need to talk…"

"I know what I need Sam, and right now it has nothing to do with talking."

"Okay, but if you do need…"

"Sam, let's just fix this."

"Alright Dean, come inside and we will find a way to fix this."

"I just need a minute Sam."

"…"

"Alone." Dean snapped quickly before Sam got a word in edgewise. Sam took a moment of consideration before nodding shyly and retreating back into the house. Dean stared across the dirt lawn with solemn features even though a sea of emotions swirled under his surface. This was different then just saying goodbye like he had to countless other girls. This was Elizabeth. The girl who brought a real smile and made him feel like it was all okay. If he said goodbye this time…it would all be over. Death could not be their final goodbye so soon. Dean ground his teeth together and swallowed back a wave of feeling before stroking back into Bobby's rundown house.

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It had been one week and hundreds of books later and they were no closer to fixing this mess. Elizabeth was only getting worse and it seemed everyone else went down with her. Dean was on the belief that beer could sustain human life and that if he closed his eyes she would be gone when they reopened. He sat by Elizabeth with a distant gleam over his green hazel eyes, occasionally questioning his friends for answers, which they couldn't give.

Dean stared down to Elizabeth who had been slipping in and out of consciousness periodically. A thin sheen of sweat encased her forehead causing a few strands of honey blonde hair to stick to her forehead. Her lips stayed in a tight line of pain even as she slept causing worry to strangle at Dean's heart. Elizabeth's tired blue eyes tugged open wearily and a tight smile split her lips as she looked up at Dean.

"You been sitting there…all along?" She grumbled in a weak voice that shouldn't possibly come from her. Not the strong minded girl who stared a demon in the face and kept her back straight. Not the girl that beat Dean in the battle of sarcasm.

"Yeah." Dean stated through a loose smile that fooled nobody, not even himself. Elizabeth frowned at the sad attempt of a grin.

"Well you are…boring. If you are going to…sit there, at least entertain me…with your mindless conversation." Elizabeth tried to tease back but losing some of the fun with each struggling breathe. Her chest felt as if all the oxygen was drained from the air surrounding her.

"Mindless?" Dean gasped fawning hurt.

"There's the Deanie we know and love." Elizabeth giggled back before a barrage of coughs cascaded from her lungs. She struggled to sit up awkwardly and release the raspy breaths. Dean reached forward to assist her with an open palm to the small of her back. As the coughs subsided Dean leveled her back down onto the bed, "Does…that…ser…ious look mean…fun Dean is…gone."

"Definitely." Dean admitted honestly stroking a stray lock from in front of her pained face. Dean smiled softly at the eyes staring back up at him before pressing a soft kiss to her sweat stricken forehead. Elizabeth leaned into the lip lock with a small wheeze escaping her lips before slowly leaning back into the mattress.

"Don't do anything…stupid." Elizabeth breathed out quietly before back into the dark arms awaiting her. Dean choked on a sob before falling back into his wooden chair. Dean rose up and glanced around to see an empty room. He stalked out of the cramped room slid up the stairs near silently. Sam was sprawled across the couch close to the basement door with a rock salt gun squirmed in between him and the couch cushion. Dean swerved away from his sleeping little brother with light steps, moving silently until reaching the front door.

Dean wedged the door askew before moving out of the familiar house. His fingers fumbled over his keys in the pocket of his jacket before finally wrapping around them and tugging out.

"Where do you think you're going?" A gruff voice spat out at him making Dean twist around with a slight blush at being caught.

"Just going out to get a burger or something…"

"Don't lie to me boy." Bobby spat back through a tense jaw, watching Dean coolly through tight eyes.

"I can't tell you Bobby."

"And why not?"

"You wouldn't let me go if I did."

"Shouldn't that show you something."

"Well, I've always been a bit dense…"

"Think Dean, just think about what you are about to do."

"I have been thinking about it Bobby. I've been thinking about for the last week while Elizabeth only got worse."

"Dean, there has to be another way…"

"Is there Bobby? Can you promise that? Can you promise we will find it? Can you promise it won't be too late?" Dean didn't receive an answer to any of his question as Bobby shifted uneasily, "I didn't think so."

Bobby only watched for a moment as Dean retreated to the car. He only snapped back to reality with the sound of the opening impala door.

"Dean!"

"I am going Bobby."

"Please, how is she going feel about this?"

"At least I'll be able to ask her."