Elizabeth strained her eyes in the dark crisp air. The only light was a dimming street lamp since clouds shrouded the stars. She quickened her pace knowing that Sam and Dean would have found out she was gone by now. She hid behind a cement wall at the back of the building she had just been released from. There was no way she was leaving without killing that thing. Dean and Sam stalked out from the gaping entrance their eyes scanning frantically for something, for her.
She wanted to call out to him, let him know she was fine. But instead she slid deeper into the shadows and pressed into the cool cement, breathing heavily and twisting her head away.
"Elizabeth!" Dean called frantically jogging down the street to the beloved impala. As soon as the car and begun to hum she darted into the cracked window. Sliding along the floor with her gun raised out before her.
"Come on out! You want to freak me out! Well good luck bitch!" She tempted trudging deeper into the dark building. Glass shattered beneath her feet but she didn't even flinch at the sharp sound. The air spiked a chill and a foggy wisp escaped her lips. An unseen force slammed into her side and sent her straight through a decaying wall. She lay sprawled on ground in dusty debris as a dark smoke edged closer to her. She tried to tug her arm up but a sharp pain shot through her veins and the gun lay a few feet away. The smoke hovered closer and she stared up at it, completely un afraid.
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Dean shut off the car about two minutes after roaring it to life. Stepping out and jogging back to the building.
"Dean what are you doing?" Sam questioned running clumsily after his brother.
"She is going to go back."
"How do you…?"
"Because she told us Sam."
'but its taking every fiber of my being not to run after it now.' Sam remembered the words and quickened his haste to catch up to the retreating figure of his brother. They raced straight into the building scanning their new surroundings.
"Bitch!" Dean growled seeing the hovering smoke over Elizabeth who looked…uncaring. She lay there in bits of dry wall and glass with a crimson drenched arm. The smoke almost twisted to stare at him through unseen eyes. It continued to advance on her still form reaching a pitch black hand from the cloudy form. It dripped a sticky tar as it moved the limb closer to Elizabeth's chest.
Dean lifted the gun to shoot at it but a burst of movement sent the bullet flailing upward and into a light bulb. Sparks of light showered down and zapped at the floor until finding a steady hold. A small column of smoke billowed upward until a fire crackled violently. Another smash of force sent something smashing into Dean's forehead and he fell to the dusty floor. Sam charged forward but was thrown backward into a wall which promptly shattered as he made contact. A fire blossomed over the room and bit violently into anything it could catch hold onto as it stretched closer to Dean. Elizabeth flicked her throbbing arm to the gun and shot at the tar hand before scrambling up.
Her usual rush of adrenaline failed as she barreled toward Dean. The fire was at his heels as she pulled him up, his groggy eyes staring up at her. She pulled him from the building as he fire bit though the door and stopped dead. A ear wrenching scream broke the air and a splash of smoke extinguished the flames.
A purple mist flowed from the smoldering doorframe and grabbed hold to Elizabeth, squirming down her throat. Dean looked up to see her smile as her eyes went blank with fear before she collapsed in a heap on the dirt.