Sam and Eliza, decked out in their FBI gear, approached the receptionist's desk at Grantsburg Memorial Hospital. They both flashed their badges and a warm smile.

"Afternoon. I'm looking for a John Doe that was admitted here a few days ago. He's a, uh... skinny...Ichabod Crane-looking kind of guy," Sam descripted. The receptionist smiled and nodded.

"I know just who you mean. Room one-one-three, agents," she replied. Eliza grinned at her.

"Alright, thanks."

"Sure is a popular fella," the woman muttered to herself, returning to work. Sam and Eliza exchanged confused glances before shaking it off, continuing on to Garth's hospital room. Sam pushed open the door and walked in, shooting Dean an annoyed look and gesturing behind his back for Eliza to hide. She peeked in and her eyes widened, obeying and taking a step back. Dean returned Sam's expression with a glare and there was a long silence before one of them spoke up.

Sam sighed and said, "Saw Garth's John Doe on the police wire. You?" Dean nodded. Unlike Sam he was dressed normally, a syringe hidden behind his back.

"Yeah. Where you comin' from?"

"New Mexico," Sam replied, quickly glancing out the window of the door to see Eliza peeking in. He shot her a glare and she recoiled back in hiding.

"Well, that's a haul." Sam nodded in agreement to his brother. "Especially considering that I got this, uh... pretty much covered, so if you want to..." Dean clicked his tongue and motioned to the door, but a lock of straight blonde hair caught his eye. He could feel a new familiar power radiating into the room, and it definitely wasn't coming from Sam or Garth.

"You spoken to him yet?" Sam asked, ignoring Dean's gesture.

"No. Assload of painkillers. He's been out since I got here," Dean replied, obviously annoyed that his little brother was still there. Sam furrowed his eyebrows, noticing that Garth was handcuffed to the bed. He tugged on the cuffs slightly.

"What's he being charged with?"

"Killing a cow."

"Why?" Dean shrugged.

"I was about to see if I could find out. Lock the door." Sam moved to lock the door when it suddenly opened, Eliza stumbling into the room with her hands up, her back to the Hunters.

"Jesus Christ. I'll go in, you bitch," she muttered, walking backwards and mumbling out a string of curse words. Sam raised an eyebrow at her as he locked the door, waiting for an explanation. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Apparently I was 'loitering'," she told him, air-quoting the last word. Sam turned around, shaking his head, just as Dean pulled out the syringe behind his back. Sam's eyes widened.

"Whoa. Hey. What is that? Adrenaline?" Sam questioned.

"Yes, sir," Dean replied, flicking it.

"You trying to jump-start him or kill him?" Dean looked up, his glare locked on Sam. Eliza was still turned around, facing the door and Sam.

"I want some answers. He walked out on Kevin and Libby. He walked out on us. So if you got a better idea..." The blonde rolled her eyes and walked over, shoving Sam out of the way and slapping Garth in the face. Garth shot up from his position, screaming with wide eyes. Dean's eyes were also wide, but it was because he was staring at a blonde Libby.

"Dean? Sam? What is this? A hospital? Wait. Am I in Heaven?" Garth questioned, glancing between the two Hunters. He looked to Eliza and cringed. "Why are you blonde?" She rolled her green eyes and reached out to slap him again when Sam caught her wrist, glaring at her. Dean's gaze fell on the Mark of Cain on her arm.

"Alright, take it easy, Garth. You're in Wisconsin," Dean told him, never taking his eyes off of Eliza. He wasn't sure if she was real or not.

"You were hit by a car. Do you remember anything?" Sam chimed in, dropping Eliza's hand. She rolled her eyes, again, but didn't make a move to hurt anyone. Instead she stepped back.

"I, uh... Vaguely," Garth replied with a groan. He pulled his hand up to hold his head but he was stopped by the handcuffs. "What's with the hardware?" Sam unlocked the cuffs and removed them.

"You tell us," Dean snapped. "And while you're at it, why don't you give us the lowdown on why you went AWOL for the past six months? Only way we tracked you down is that you offed a cow." Garth stared up at the Hunter in confusion.

"Offed a...what? I — I — I was on a hunt."

"Hunt for what?" Eliza asked, finally speaking. When Garth replied Dean realized that she actually was there. She wasn't a hallucination. She was really standing in front of him.

"I — oh, no." Looking like he was about to throw up, Garth turned green slightly and started to rip off all of the monitor wires and IV. "Oh, get back. Ohh. Oh, God." He jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom gagging, slamming the door behind him. Eliza cringed when she heard him retch.

"Good thing I didn't give him the adrenaline," Dean grumbled. Dean sat on the edge of the bed and Sam walked over to the chair, sitting down. Eliza leaned on the wall behind Sam, arms crossed over her chest as she studied Dean. He didn't look as...innocent as she remembered. "Anything on Gadreel?" Dean questioned after a couple moments of deafening silence, save for Garth's vomiting.

"Actually, uh, yeah. Turns out he, uh, he left some Grace in me before he bolted," Sam replied. Dean nodded.

"You know how wrong that sounds, right?" Sam shrugged.

"Wouldn't worry about it. Cas took care of it." Dean chuckled and hummed. "What?" He shook his head.

"Nothing. I'm gone for two weeks, and you're like an episode of 'Teen Mom'," he told him. Eliza cringed as the retching and coughing grew louder. "Just breathe, Garth! Work it out." Sam was glancing around the room when he noticed part of a scar on Dean's arm.

"What happened to your arm?" Dean looked down and pulled his sleeve up so that he can see it better.

"Oh. It's a... gift from Cain." Eliza's eyes widened and she pulled her weight from the wall, walking over and grabbing Dean's arm and comparing their marks. She scoffed and shook her head.

"Like...the wrestler?" Sam questioned.

"I wish. That would be awesome. Uh, no. The, uh...The Old Testament dude. He got all Biblical on me and gave me his mark," Dean explained, pulling his sleeve back down and clutching his arm. Eliza tugged her sleeve back down, too, walking back over to Sam.

"What does it even mean? How — how did that happen?"

"He was an idiot," Eliza chimed in bluntly. Sam turned his head and gave the blonde a flat look. She just shrugged. "Just stating the obvious."

"Crowley and I found him, and he gave me this so that I could eighty-six Abaddon once and for all." Sam's head snapped back towards Dean with wide hazel eyes, not sure if he heard his brother right.

"You worked a job with Crowley?" he asked in disbelief. Dean nodded his head to the side.

"The devil you know..." Dean's gaze shifted towards Eliza and he pointed at her. "And you." She looked up. "Nadia kidnapped you and Elizabeth confirmed it." Eliza chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah. I was there," she told him as if it were obvious. Dean cocked his head to the side in confusion, earning an eye roll from the blonde. She locked eyes with Dean, her green irises flickering to black. Dean's eyes widened for the millionth time in ten minutes and he jumped up. "Oh, relax. I'm not here to hurt you." Dean looked to his little brother.

"You're working with her?" he demanded. Sam shrugged.

"Right now Eliza's our best bet. She wants Nadia, Metatron, and Gadreel gone just as much as we do, if not more." Eliza sent Dean a smug smirk. "She also helped in trying to track Gadreel. She's harmless, Dean."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I do bite, as you both know," she told them with a wink. Dean's expression fell into a flat look and Sam turned around in his seat, glaring at her. She snickered and shook her head. "Looks like I'm on the side of Humanity, once again. Let's get all Libby Wilson up in this bitch, yeah?" The trio stopped talking upon hearing the silence. "Garth?" Eliza called out.

"What?" Sam and Dean chorused. The three of them exchanged glances before rushing to the bathroom. It was empty, Garth nowhere to be found. Dean's gaze settled on the wide open window.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered.

"Why would Garth run from us?" Dean questioned as the three Hunters speed walked out of the hospital. They looked around the parking lot for any sign of the scrawny hunter.

"Why haven't we heard from him for the last six months?" Sam retorted. "Did you test him?"

"He was unconscious. No, I — he steal a car?" Dean asked, glancing around. Eliza noticed a discarded pair of boxers on the ground and walked over to them.

"Did he... steal a car naked?" she said, turning back to look at the brothers. She glanced over her shoulder towards the roof, tapping Sam and pointing to a camera. "I'll see what I can find on those cameras. Why don't you go talk to farmer Brown, see about that cow?" Sam nodded.

"Yeah." They both looked to Dean to see who he would go with. When he pointed to Eliza they all knew the answer.

"I want answers from you." Eliza held her arms up in surrender and headed back towards the hospital, Dean right next to her. "Why suddenly switch sides?"

"Nadia lied. She's not looking to split power, she's looking to hog it all. When she spoke of her plans to merge Libby and I back I knew I had to get out before I was just bait to her. So I turned to Sam." Dean nodded.

"How'd you know he'd welcome you back and trust you?" She chuckled and looked to Dean.

"Because we're soulmates." Dean frowned slightly as they turned the wall towards the security office. "Libby is still your soulmate, Dean. There's two of us and two of you. It's by bloodline, not by person. Looks like Heaven really wants a dysfunctional child," she told him with a chuckle. Dean shot her glare. "Oh, come on. Can you imagine a child with our personalities? You or Sam, either way it'll be catastrophic. It'd be a Nephilim."

"That'd be one hell of a Nephilim considering you're a demon and an Archangel." Eliza nodded in agreement. "So tell me, Eliza. What happens when you and Libby merge back? There's going to be one of you and two of us."

"Oo, a love triangle. Interesting." Dean scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't know. It depends which part is stronger and takes over. Right now it's a battle of dominance, and I'm probably winning considering Nadia is most likely torturing our precious princess as we speak." Dean tried not to let Eliza's words get to him as they flashed their badges, gaining entry into the security room. The guards left them alone to do their thing, the duo continuing to converse as they searched the footage.

"So there's a good chance it's gonna be you and Sam," Dean said, his eyes skimming over the screen. Eliza shrugged.

"I could always be wrong, Dean. That does happen, you know." Dean bit back the smile that threatened to take over and instead paused the footage of Garth. Dean hesitated on the print button. "If you don't want to hunt with Sam then just tell me. I'll convince him to find another case and bolt." Dean spun around in his chair and stared up at Eliza in confusion.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because we're dangerous together, Dean." She nodded her head at his arm. "Together our Marks could cause a massacre that I don't think we want. It's dangerous."

"How'd you get the Mark anyways?" he inquired, printing the photos from the footage.

"Lucifer had given me the Mark when he created the Knights. I didn't want it so I went to Cain and made a deal with him. He keeps the Mark, I let him live. It's true that the Knights were slaughtered by the Archangels. Except it wasn't all of the Archangels, it was one. Me." Dean got up from the chair, paper in hand.

"He told me he did it for Collette."

"And I convinced you two that I was pure and innocent. Demons lie, Dean. It's who we are," Eliza replied as they walked out of the room together. "The only catch was that once Cain transferred over the Mark to someone worthy of it, it'd appear on me again. It's a complicated spell that Lucifer messed with once he found out what I did." Dean scoffed.

"Even from the Cage he's screwing with you."

"You can say that again," Eliza muttered. She cleared her throat. "Right now three of us have that Mark. Only one person should and that person is me. We kill the ginger bitch and then we find a way to get rid of that damn thing. It should have never even been created." Fear coursed through Eliza's veins at the thought of removing the Mark. She knew what would happen if they removed it and she wasn't ready for what would come.

Dean's phone rang, cutting off their conversation. He answered it and held it between him and Eliza so that they both could hear.

"So, the cow wasn't just killed. It was eviscerated," Sam said from the other line.

"Well, why was Garth there?" Dean asked, continuing out of the building.

"He said he was on a hunt, right? Maybe he was hunting whatever killed it."

"Why would he run? This whole thing's starting to stink. You know that, right?" Dean glanced down at the papers and photos in his hand as he and Eliza walked towards an ambulance.

"Yeah. What about you? Any luck?"

"Uh, nada. Cameras were pointing in the wrong direction." Eliza bit back her chuckle.

"You're kidding," Sam replied, unconvinced.

"Wish I was."

"Hmm. So..."

"...so Garth's a hunter. If he wants to stay gone, he's gone," Dean finished.

"We got nothing?"

"Well, what can I say, Sammy? We lost this one. Send me a postcard." Dean and Eliza rounded the ambulance, Eliza with a smirk on her face, and Sam snatched the photos out of Dean's grasp. He leafed through them, raising an eyebrow at the perfect shots of Garth and his escape. Dean put his phone away awkwardly and turned to glare at Eliza. "You had anything to do with this?"

"Did I forget to mention that I can text behind my back?" Dean scowled and Sam looked up, angry.

"Wow. Make, model, license plate. Really, Dean?"

"I told you we can't hunt together. It's for your own good," Dean replied, ignoring Eliza as she stood next to Sam. Sam nodded in agreement.

"I hear you. And after we find Garth and get to the bottom of this, we're gone. But until then, no more games." Dean nodded, reluctantly giving in. He knew that with Eliza around there was no getting out of this. She was playing a game and he wasn't sure what game it was.

"Ride belongs to a girl named Bess Meyers. She lives in the next town over."

~*~

Sam kicked in the door to Bess Meyers' apartment, guns drawn. Eliza held out her Sword, ready to swing at anything that came her way. Garth's head snapped up from a pile of clothes, his hands raised in the air.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa! Hey, guys. I can explain. Everything's cool. Just a simple misunderstanding," Garth yelled out shakily.

"Who you talking to?" Dean asked, knowing that no one would yell like that in this situation, especially not when they trusted them like that.

"What?"

"The girl," Eliza clarified snappily.

"What — what girl? What the —" Dean pointedly grabbed a bra from the table and held it up. "What, now?" Dean motioned for Sam to go to the right, Dean going left as Eliza kept an eye on Garth. "Alright, alright. Guys, everyone needs to take a chill pill and put their guns down. You see? Let's all be grown-ups here and have an adult conversation," Garth said when the Winchesters didn't find anyone.

Suddenly a blonde woman leaped out from the closet from behind Sam, attacking him. Eliza's eyes widened and she raced over, slashing the woman with yellow eyes and bared fangs with her Sword. She yelped and clutched her arm, heaving breaths escaping her mouth as Garth tackled the gun from Dean. Sam had his pointed at her, Eliza holding her Sword out ready to kill her.

"No! Libby! Libby, please — don't hurt her." Eliza didn't bother to correct him.

"What are you doing? She's a werewolf!" Dean shouted. Garth held his arm out, stopping them from coming any closer.

"So am I." Eliza turned to face the Winchesters, the three of them exchanging glances.

Minutes later Garth and the blonde werewolf were seated on the couch, Garth tending to her wound from Eliza's Sword. "It's okay, baby. Hold it like that," he told her as she watched him with a loving smile.

"What are they doing here, Garth?" she questioned. Eliza narrowed her eyes at the blonde.

"They're friends. I promise."

"They're hunters," she retorted, now holding the gauze to her wound.

"Alright. We've all gotten off on the wrong foot here. So let's do things right. Boys...this is Bess...my beloved. And, Bess, that's Dean. Now, he could start a fight in an empty house, but deep down inside, he's just a big ol' Teddy bear." Dean gave him a look of annoyance but Sam chuckled quietly. "And Sam here — Sam can be a bit insecure at times—" Sam shot the Hunter a glare. "—but for good reason. Bless his heart. And the blonde, who used to be a redhead, is Libby. She's known as the fiercest warrior out there, but she's actually really nice."

"That's sweet. Werewolf?" Dean asked. Eliza held up a hand, stopping either from speaking.

"Actually, Garth, you got it wrong. I'm not Libby, I'm Eliza. Libby is currently missing." She looked to Bess. "And I'm not nice." She flashed her demon eyes at Bess and Garth who flinched back. Sam pressed his lips in a thin line and shot Eliza a warning look. She rolled her eyes but complied, her eyes returning to normal.

"Alright, guys, look — about six months ago, I was outside Portland, Maine, hunting this big bad wolf. I took him down, but... He bit me in the process," Garth explained.

"And you didn't call one of us?" Dean snapped.

"And tell you what? That I messed up? No, I-I knew the deal. There's no cure, so I accepted my fate. Ate my favorite dish of egg fu Yung, watched the world's greatest movie, 'Rocky III' and then... was ready to eat a bullet, when Bess here found me." Eliza raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over her chest.

"And how'd she do that?" she asked in a monotone. Bess smiled at Garth, the look in her eyes showing how much she truly loved him. Eliza didn't understand it one bit, but she bit her tongue and kept from saying anything.

"Smelled him. How else?" Bess replied.

"Yeah. She talked the gun out of my mouth, and, as they say, the rest is history. We've been married for four months now." Eliza fake gagged, earning in elbow in the gut from Sam. She let out a grunt and flashed her demon eyes at him with a glare.

"You're married?" Sam questioned in disbelief.

"To a werewolf," Dean added. Bess nodded, smiling up at them.

"Yes. And my pack has taken him in as one of our own."

"Guys, it's not what you think," Garth quickly defended. "We don't hurt people."

"No, you just go all Wolverine on cattle," Eliza retorted. Garth thought about it for a moment before nodded.

"Yeah."

"At least he's not eating human hearts. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a bitten to control his instincts, like Garth does? How well he's doing?" Bess told them, looking to Garth with a smile. She was too happy and innocent looking for Eliza. She didn't like it one bit.

"Thank you, baby."

"Well, it's the truth, honey bunny."

"Wait. A — a 'bitten? You're all bitten," Sam said. Bess shook her head, frowning slightly.

"Not at all. You're either born to it, like I was, or you're bitten, like Garth," she explained. Sam and Eliza exchanged confused glances. Neither of them had ever heard of it before. Dean held out his hand, stopping them.

"Hold on. You said you were — you were born a werewolf?" Bess nodded in confirmation.

"Second generation." Sam and Dean exchanged glances, the werewolf couple watching warily. They weren't sure what to think of the Hunters, especially of Eliza considering that fact that she still had her hand gripped on her Sword's hilt.

"Garth, can we talk to you for a sec? Alone?" Dean asked. Garth looked over to Bess and took her hand in his, sending her a small assuring smile.

"Honey, why don't you go find some ointment for that arm? Okay?" Bess nodded and left the room reluctantly, watching the trio as she left. Garth stood up once she was out of earshot and Eliza took a step back to give him space.

"What the hell?" Dean hissed to the werewolf.

"Look, I know you guys want to shoot first and ask questions later, but I checked everything out. This pack is clean. Everything's Kosher," Garth explained quietly, careful that Bess couldn't hear. Sam scoffed.

"Right. Uh, minus the part where your wife attacked me," Sam retorted. Garth rolled his eyes at the youngest Winchester and Eliza's grip tightened, her jaw clenching. Garth was really starting to get on her nerves.

"Yeah, because you two came busting in here like a house on fire. Guns waving, the jawlines and the hair — it's very intimidating! What'd you expect? Dean, no one wants any trouble. You got my word on that," Garth told them, Dean nodding, unconvinced, as he spoke. Eliza scowled.

"Oh, no. That ship has sailed. We're gonna need a hell of a lot more than your word," she spat. Garth nodded, holding his hands out slightly to keep her from advancing towards him.

"Okay. Okay. Tell you what. You want proof? Come pray with us." Dean stopped to make sure he heard the man right and exchanged glances with Sam and Eliza.

"Oh, I don't pray," Eliza said. Sam's expression told her to shut up and just go along with it, but she wasn't having it. "Sam, I'm the last person who should be praying."

"No, the last person who should be praying is your father and right now your mother," Sam shot back. "Give it a chance." Eliza closed her eyes and let out a deep breath through her nose, obviously pissed off with the fact that she wasn't going to win this argument.