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Sam's POV

One Month Later…

I sprint across the empty warehouse, trying to find higher ground to get away from the hellhounds that tried to surround me. Dean was nowhere to be found, so once again I was the distraction. Up ahead there was a broken ladder attached to the wall. I jumped the wall, latching on. I pulled up, feeling a nip at my heels at the last second.

I thought I was home free, but I heard creaking sounds coming from the ladder, knowing it was going to give out any moment. My climbing became frantic, hoping to make it. just when my tips grazed the second platform, the ladder detached from the wall. "Shit!" I said, before I felt concrete meet my body. I would've been okay if my head didn't make contact as well.

I groaned as I propped myself on all fours, my vision swimming. Cold chills flood my body when felt the stench, hot breath wisp across my body. Though the hellhounds were undetectable by human eye, I can only imagine I was eye to eye with demon beast. God if there was anytime I needed you, this would be the time!

Spencer's POV

Once again, I found myself sitting on the side of my bed. Sun barely breaking into the sky. In the beginning, I could sleep, fooling myself with her scent lingering in the sheets, but days passed and it was gone.

Now, I was restless troubled and soothe by her memories. I sat for another twenty minutes, before I decided it was time for me to get ready for work. There is nothing I would want more than stay here, surrounded by her. Our home. But I need to find them! The Winchesters hold answers to my questions that has popped up since the investigation.

I walked to my bathroom, turning the shower on. I wait for the hot water to crank up, leaving my mind to wander.

I waited in the living room, waiting for Caroline to pick me up from the apartment. I can't even find urge to call it home. I stared down at Elena's wedding rings, dangling from a silver chain.

Tears clouded my eyes. "You finally got me in a suit, Elle!" I laughed bitterly.

"I'm just sorry it took your death to get me in one. How am I supposed to go on?! Huh?! This wasn't our happy ending! We wanted a family! A house!" I cried as I clutched the rings in my hands.

A knock on my door interrupted my interlude. Wiping away my visible suffering, I opened the door, finding Caroline in a black dress with a beanie cap to match. "I'm sorry. I was putting last minute touches on at the service." She said, smiling sadly.

"Let me grab my keys. I'll be out in a moment." I stepped away from the door to grab my keys off the mantle. I left the house, not giving it another thought. I followed Caroline in silence, not up to any talk.

My head laid against the cool window. My eyes stared at the blurred objects, but my tears rimmed my eyes, not falling. The pit in my stomach swelled as we turned into the parking lot of the Rose Garden. The lot was packed with cars, some I immediately recognized. The car's engine whirled to a stop when Care shut the car off. "We're here, Spencer." She mumbled.

"I know, but if I get out this car, I'm admitting she isn't here. That she is gone, Care." I looked to her, her expression mirroring mines. She grabbed my hand, quieting down the trembles.

"Spence, I want to wake up, knowing this is a nightmare, but it isn't! I lost my best friend! Sister! I want to tell you that everything is going to be alright, but I can't! Even I am struggling to see the brighter end. But I can tell you this: Elena want us to get closure. She was always thinking of others before herself. So, we have to do this for her. For ourselves!" Care said, raspy voice.

We stared at each other, before I turned to get out the car. I closed the door, then I moved towards the garden. I made it to the middle of the garden, seeing friends, Elena's family, and co-workers. My thoughts froze when I saw Jason Gideon among the crowd. His one can shaved face was now full beard, obviously maintained. We made eye contact briefly, but my attention was now on the coffin up ahead.

The coffin was expensive, but the engraving… 'Elena M. Reid'. It was major slap of reality. I swallowed my feelings and made my way up to the front row. Stopping at the end, Elena's brothers was all seated, sitting straight ahead, emotion non-existent. It was Care, Bonnie, and Rebekah that was huddled with soft cries being heard. The brothers were dressed in similar suits as mine.

I took noticed of the last empty seat, but I was hesitant. I look to the next occupant, Elijah. "Elijah, may I?" I whispered. He looked up to me.

"Of course. You are part of this family." He said, a flicker of sadness crossing his eyes. I nodded slightly, then taking my seat.

My cell started to ring from next to me. The bathroom was was fogged with steam from the shower.

I answered my cell, sighing from tiredness. "Hello." I said.

"Reid, it's Morgan. I'm just calling to make sure that you were still coming in the office with me today." Derek said.

"I'm sure like the last five times you asked me. Stop worrying about me. Even if they send me home, I still need to get J.J. on the Winchester case." I argued.

"I could take your notes-" I cut him off.

"I actually need to be there to explain. If Hotch send me home, then he does, though that won't stop me from independently searching." I said, humorlessly.

Derek sighed, finally giving in. "Fine. I will be there in a hour." He said.

"Okay. Bye." He returned my salutations, then we hung up.

Dean POV

I dispatched another vampire, decapitation, then I ran to find Sam. Somehow, we got separated along the way. I found the nearest stairs and flew down them. I got to the second when I heard a gunshot.

I turned off onto the second floor, gun in hand. I looked around my corners before moving off onto to this inside balcony. It gave me sights onto the ground floor.

I heard all too familiar growls from down below. "Fucking Hellhounds!" Any questions on my brain died when I saw Sam below, on his back. He was scrambling away, presumably a hound.

"SAM!" I yelled, aiming gun in his general direction. Another shot rang out, causing a screeching whimper from a hound. But it didn't come from Sam.

Two more shots followed, then silence followed. I eyed the room, looking for anymore lurkers. When could see and hear that it was clear, I spoke to Sam.

"Sam? Talk to me?" I said as I walked the balcony to get closer to his vicinity.

"I'm okay! Just scratch. Maybe a concussion. Nothing new." He grunted.

"I will be down-" I was cut off from a growling force knocking into me, which lead to me falling through the banister, splintering wood resounding in the air.

I landed on my side, but the adrenaline from the attacking invisible force had my concerns for now. The hellhound jaws locked on to my arm, keeping the damn beast from my neck.

I grunted from the pain. My eyes searched the ground for my gun, but it was nowhere to be found.

Nails pierced the flesh of my thigh. Taking my free hand, I grasp the beast neck and lifted. I managed to get foot in between us, so I kicked the hound a good distance.

"Fuck!" I scooted back, finally seeing my gun to my far right. Before I could calculate my chances, gunshots once again rang, piercing the hellhound.

The growls reduced to whimpers, before it was once again silent.

"Dean, you know better to turn your back. You taught me that." A voice I instantly recognized. My eyes looked to my left to see a smoking rifle pointed, with Elena on the other end with a smug smirk.