Dean leaned against the outside wall of an abandoned church, his foot pressed up against the peeling white paint with his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced down at his watch and let out a silent sigh before glancing back up, awaiting the arrival of the blonde. The screams inside the church had stopped just five minutes before and he knew that she never bothered to clean up the bodies.

Finally, after ten minutes of waiting, the church doors opened and out walked a petite blonde with a silver sword resting on her hip, blood splattered on her face and clothing. She stopped a few feet in front of Dean, her blood red lips curling into a smirk.

"Dean Winchester." She turned around. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" Dean pulled a key out of his pocket and stared down at it before holding it up. Eliza recognized the key immediately, her eyebrows raising in shock. It was the key to the Bunker.

"Sam doesn't like you."

"I got that, thanks," she replied in a monotone, rolling her eyes. Dean gave her a flat look but continued.

"And he doesn't trust you either, but he also doesn't trust me." Eliza let out a bored sigh and crossed her arms over her chest as Dean pushed himself off of the wall. "And as much as we both hate to admit it, we need your help finding Gadreel and Libby." Eliza laughed, shaking her head. She was surprised that the Winchester would come running back to her that quick.

"We're way past that, Dean. Sam made it clear that he didn't want to see me again—"

"Well, he didn't say those exact words."

"—so I'm staying away," Eliza finished, ignoring Dean's interruption. "I've made more progress without you two than I did with you. Pointless cases really use up useful time." Dean glanced over his shoulder at the church before looking back to the demon and nodding his head towards it.

"That's progress?" A sick smirk took over her lips.

"Torture does wonders when you want information. It's a real gem. You should try it sometime." Eliza grinned and glanced down at Dean's covered forearm. "Or not." Dean furrowed his eyebrows and followed her gaze to his arm.

"What, the Mark? What's that gonna do without the Blade?" he questioned. Eliza held up her wrist, revealing her own Mark.

"Oh, honey, you've got no idea. It took a lot out of Libby not to give into the Mark when she had it. All of those souls in Hell just waiting to be tortured. Mm, she tried so hard to push me back." Dean raised an eyebrow.

"'Tried'?"

"No one's perfect." Dean nodded slowly, understanding what the demon was saying. Libby hadn't been as pure as she let on. Eliza's tongue darted out and wetted her lips as she studied Dean, a certain glint in her eye that Dean couldn't quite recognize. Dean would never admit it out loud, but somehow Eliza looked hotter than ever being coated in blood. He wasn't sure if it was because it showed the badass side to her or if it was just the way the color contrasted on her skin.

"So Libby's got a little devil in her. Don't we all?"

"You wouldn't have tracked me down if you didn't want something," Eliza replied, finally changing the topic. Her smirk had fallen and she was all serious business now. She had work to do and Dean was getting in the way of it. The Hunter tossed the key to her, Eliza reaching up with one hand and catching it effortlessly. "Dumb move on your part."

"I'm trusting you."

"You have a death wish."

"We need your help."

"Wow, you're stupid."

"Come on, Eliza. You know you want to come back." Eliza's lips parted slightly as she stared down at the key, turning it over in her hand. She bit her lower lip in thought, weighing over the pros and cons if she were to go with the Hunter.

"Sam doesn't want me." She tossed the key back to Dean. "I have no reason to stay at the Bunker." Dean scoffed, shaking his head as he pocketed the key.

"You and I both know that isn't true." Eliza cocked her head to the side, waiting for him to explain further. "You may not be Libby but I do know that Sam does feel something for you. I don't know what it is or why, but there's something about you that he's attracted to. We can use it to our advantage." Eliza let out a laugh, shaking her head. She was wondering how clueless the Winchesters could possibly get.

"I'm Lucifer's daughter. Of course he's attracted to me. Our bloodlines are linked and certain things need to happen for Heaven to be happy." Dean closed his eyes let out a frustrated sigh. "Not that any of us want Heaven or Hell to be happy. We despise them." Dean grinned, opening his eyes to look at the demon who was lost in thought.

"Now we're getting somewhere, Eliza." She scoffed, shaking her head.

"Sam won't work with me. I can't exactly stay in the Bunker if he's desperate to get rid of me."

"Let me handle that. All I ask is that you help us find Libby and Gadreel and once we do then you merge back with Libby. You two become Elizabeth again and then it's all rainbows and unicorns until we fuck up the world again," Dean suggested. Eliza snorted at his deal. The world would be fucked over soon enough now that Dean had the Mark. It was only a matter of years before the Darkness was unleashed and Elizabeth had to take on the job she was meant to do.

"You do realize that I'll still be here when we're whole? I'm stronger than her, Dean. I'm the part that will take over." Dean licked his lips, seeming to think about it for a moment.

"Will your Archangel powers still be there? The good intentions? The memories and feelings whole?" Eliza nodded her head to the side.

"For the most part, yes. I will only have one soulmate and you'd have to understand that it wouldn't be you. There's too much darkness in me." Dean waited for her to explain further, so she sighed. "Sam is associated with Hell and you're associated with Heaven." Eliza eyed the Mark on his arm. "At least you were. That may have changed now that you bear that pretty little curse of death. Either way, her demon half is attracted to Sam. You've got no chance." Dean nodded and glanced away before looking back to Eliza and shrugging.

"It's a girl, Eliza. I'm sure I can get over it. We have bigger things to worry about." Eliza smirked and turned on her heel, walking towards the Impala. "Where are you going?" Dean called out. She stopped and glanced over her shoulder.

"Well, according to you we're taking a road trip to Lebanon, Kansas. Or did I read this all wrong?" Dean sighed and shook his head, making his way to his Baby. Eliza's smirk grew wider as she pulled open the passenger door and slipped in. "This should be so much fun," she said, looking over to Dean.

"Don't make me regret this, Eliza."

"Oh, I plan on it."

~*~

Eliza let out a sigh as she spun around in the swivel chair, stomping her bare foot on the ground to stop the chair. She looked up and saw that Dean was asleep on his bed, arms behind his head with his headphones on. She tilted her head to the side and smiled slightly. It was the only time she had ever seen the Hunter this peaceful.

She leaned forward to get a better look at his face when the lamps on either bedside table started to flicker. She furrowed her eyebrows and she sat back, her hand outstretched towards the desk. An invisible force brought her Sword into her grasp and she stood up, the chair flying back. Whatever was making the lights flicker must've done something to Dean's headphones because his eyes snapped open, wide, and he glanced around.

"Sam!" Dean yelled out. Eliza ran out of the room just as she heard Sam bolt out of his.

"Dean?" She ducked into another hallway and pressed herself up against the wall, careful to keep herself from Sam's line of sight. She and Dean were still coming up with a way to tell him that she was back and helping them.

Eliza could see Sam run into Dean's empty bedroom, the lights still flickering, his headphones discarded on her bed...along with a women's crop top. Eliza looked down to see that she was only in short black shorts and a sports bra from when she had been in the training room practicing with her Sword. She let out a silent string of curse words as she watched Sam study the shirt for a moment before racing out to find his brother.

"Dean?" the blonde heard the younger Winchester call out again as he rushed into the main room to see one of the chair spinning and squeaking. Eliza silently crept behind him, her Sword ready to kill or at least injure whatever came their way. She rolled her green eyes when Sam reached out and grabbed an iron sword of his own but kept going.

She caught sight of a misty figure behind Sam and her eyes widened. A spirit. Charging forward, she swung her sword at it, looking up to see Dean pointing a rifle at her that could only be filled with rock salt and staring at her with raised eyebrows. Sam turned, his own eyes widening at the sight of the blonde.

"Bunker's haunted. We have a problem," Eliza told them as she lowered her Sword at her side. Dean just rolled his eyes at her.

"How the hell did you get in?" Sam demanded. Eliza glanced over her shoulder at the younger brother before looking back to Dean.

"Should I tell him or do you want the honors?" Dean sighed and lowered the rifle, locking gazes with Sam. But Sam figured it out just by the look on Dean's face. His thoughts were only confirmed when Dean spoke:

"Eliza's back and she's staying."

~*~

"How is this possible?" Dean questioned as he and Eliza walked in the kitchen to see Sam packing salt rounds. "I thought you said this was the safest place on the planet." Sam shrugged, sliding a round of salt into a little leather pouch.

"Look, I know nothing got in...besides the demon over here." Eliza scowled at her soulmate. "I mean, the bunker is warded and sigiled from top to bottom. There's no way something came in from the outside," Sam explained. Dean nodded, flipping on the coffee maker and turning a mug over right-side-up.

"Okay, so whoever's haunting us died here," Dean concluded.

"What, dead man of letters?" Sam asked, packing another salt round. Dean shook his head, staring at the ground in thought.

"No, that doesn't track. I mean, we're the first people to occupy this place in fifty years. Why would a ghost wait so long to get its spook on?" Eliza raised her hand slightly, grabbing both Sam and Dean's attention.

"If I may remind you two that someone else here died, oh, I don't know, five weeks ago," Eliza snapped. Dean scoffed and shook his head.

"No."

"How can you be so sure?" Sam questioned.

"Because I burned his body myself, okay? It's not him," Dean snapped. Eliza rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of the table, her back towards Sam. She could feel his stare on her which only brought a smirk to her bare lips.

"Okay, so you cremated him. We cremated Bobby, too, and he came back," Sam replied, getting up from his seat as the coffee maker beeped.

"Sam, I'm telling you — this ghost, it's not Kevin." Suddenly the coffee maker behind Dean started to beep rapidly, the digital clock speeding through different times. All three Hunters stared at it and Sam took a small step closer.

"Kevin?" he asked the coffee maker. Suddenly the cup next to it exploded, Sam and Dean jumping a couple steps back while Eliza still sat on the table with a smug 'I told you so' look on her face.

"Ooh." She looked up to the ceiling and let out a laugh.

"Welcome back, Kevin. It's about damn time." Sam stormed over the blonde and grabbed her shoulders, glaring down at her. "Ooh, I love it when you get all dominant," she purred. Dean cringed and rolled his eyes at her seductive tone. It didn't help that she was half naked either.

"You don't get to say that about Kevin. You're the reason he's dead," Sam spat. Eliza chuckled, shaking her head.

"Oh, don't give me all the credit. I was only here for Libby's sword. Gadreel is the one who killed him." Sam's grip on the straps of her sports bra tightened, her smirk growing. She leaned forward slightly. "You can take it off if you'd like," Eliza whispered. Sam closed his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath before holding his hands up and taking a few steps back and pointing to her.

"You, Eliza, are not worth my time." With that, Sam turned on his heel and stormed out to cool down. Dean met Eliza's gaze.

"Could you two have sexual tension any stronger?" he asked with a scoff. Eliza shrugged and jumped up, licking her lips.

"Only if I can act on it." She left the kitchen, making her way back to Dean's room to grab her clothes that sat folded on the desk.

~*~

"It's not my fault he doesn't like me," Eliza said as she ran a brush through her wet hair, staring at Dean behind her in the mirror. Dean's eyebrows rose in shock and disbelief and he pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth.

"You're instigating him!" Dean yelled. Eliza rolled her eyes, now pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"And how am I doing that? All I remember is suggesting it was Kevin, which it is, and saying I would gladly have sex with Sam. Last I checked that's not instigating. Bela Talbot was the same way with you, wasn't she?" Eliza replied with a knowing smirk. Dean gave her a flat look, pissed that she even brought up the woman. He hadn't heard her name or thought of her in years. Part of him missed the clever bitch.

"You're not helping your situation," Dean finally said after a moment of awkward silence. The blonde shrugged. "You two need to get along and the only thing you seem to want from him is sex." Dean shoved her to the side and spit the toothpaste from his mouth, washing his mouth out with water. He stood up straight. "Speaking of, what happened to Miss Virgin Libby?"

"One; Libby wasn't a virgin. You know that. And two; I'm not Libby."

"You're part of Libby."

"Yeah, her dark side. Her side that sins as a hobby," Eliza replied with a snort. Dean just rolled his eyes at the demon. "And if I remember correctly, our first time was against our will by a demon who we later killed when we first had the Mark of Cain." Dean stared at her, impressed and sympathetic at the same time. "She failed to mention that to you."

"Oh yeah. She definitely did." Eliza chuckled. "And I know she did stuff with Sam and when she was with me we did some things but she was always...shy about it. Like she shouldn't have been doing it." Eliza let out a sigh and tightened her ponytail, setting down her brush.

"Well, let's review things, shall we? Sam slept with the girl who had just gotten out of Hell and had bigger morals than Jesus, and you slept with the pure and innocent Archangel. I have no idea why she would be shy about it," Eliza retorted sarcastically, earning a scowl from the dirty blond. The two squeezed out of the small bathroom and made their way to the kitchen where Sam was watching the coffee maker. "Look, all I'm saying is that it's a two way street. I'm just being myself around him." Dean stopped and turned to look at her, jabbing his finger into her shoulder.

"No. No, you're being like Ruby. This is exactly how Ruby acted."

"Except I'm not tricking you into freeing my father and I from Hell. Oh, and I'm actually on your side in this whole war." Dean gave her a flat expression. "Dean, relax. You asked me for help and I'm here. If Sam can't get along with me then it sucks to be him because this is exactly how Libby will be when we merge. Your precious princess is gone. Suck it up and deal with it," Eliza hissed. Dean gritted his teeth, trying to keep his temper under control. He sucked in a sharp breath.

"Libby isn't like you. She's not evil."

"You're right. She's not. She's dark. We have a job to do and we're not gonna stop until we do it." Eliza closed her eyes and recomposed herself. "I can continue looking for Nadia and Gadreel on my own. Do you want me to stay or not?"

"Stay."

"Then get your brother under control!" Eliza continued on to the kitchen, walking in to see Sam having a staring contest with the coffee maker. "Anything?"

"Eh, a couple of dings. A little EMF activity, but mostly...silence," Sam replied, finally looking up on the last word. Relief washed through him to see Eliza fully clothed. He didn't know if he could handle the temptations from her outfit before.

"So, he's back in the veil," Dean said, nodding to himself.

"I guess so. Fumbling to break through. I mean, you got to figure it took Bobby months to make contact," Sam said. Eliza frowned slightly at the mention of Bobby. She wished she had been there to save him, but unfortunately her father had had other plans for her.

"Kevin's only..." Eliza trailed off. "He's new at this." Sam nodded.

"Right." The Hunter got up from his seat, hitting his palms on the table. "Alright, you're up." Sam left the room and Eliza stayed behind, knowing not to follow. She leaned against the wall as Dean sat down with his head in his hand, turning the coffee maker towards him and raising his eyebrows at it.

"Kevin? Kevin. All right, I can't do this. Coffee-buzzing, bump-in-the-night crap. I got serious things to say to you, okay? And I'm not gonna say them to this." Dean got up and turned his back to the coffee maker. Eliza leaned forward slightly, watching in interest. Dean seemed to forget that she was in the room with him. "Kevin, I'm sorry. You did not choose this life. You busted your ass, you lost everything, everyone you've loved... And your reward? Getting killed... On my watch. If I... It was on me. It was my fault, and..." Dean closed his eyes and tried to keep his emotions under control, knowing Eliza was listening. He rubbed his hand across his face and the lights started to flicker. "And there's nothing I can do to make that right. I am so sorry."

Sam rushed back into the kitchen, ignoring Eliza completely.

"Hey, did you see that? The — the lights were—" Sam stopped talking and stared across the room, a ghostly figure finally starting to take shape. Eliza's mouth parted slightly in shock as she watched the ghost of Kevin Tran rub his forehead and talk to himself.

"No, this is not happening. Didn't spend months struggling to break through the veil just to get stuck listening to Dean Winchester having a self-pity session. Didn't hear enough of those when I was alive," he whined. Eliza felt her stomach drop with guilt.

"Kevin?" she asked. He glanced between the three of them with wide eyes.

"You can see me?" Kevin's form started to flicker and become staticky.

"Hey, take it easy, Kevin. You might not hold this form for too long, okay? I-it takes a while," Sam told him, he and Dean stepped towards him.

"Then we should talk fast." His gaze landed on Eliza and he scowled. "You," he growled. Her eyes widened and she recoiled in shock when he slammed his hands on the table. "You killed me." She shook her head.

"N-no. That was Gadreel and Nadia. I didn't want to kill you but I couldn't just—"

"Coward!"

"Kevin, I'm sorry," Eliza whimpered. Suddenly she stopped, realization hitting her. She glanced around in confusion. "Wait, wait, wait. Why aren't you in — in heaven? I was stuck there after I died and I mean, if anybody deserves an express pass to paradise —"

"I couldn't. I can't." Kevin's form continued to flicker and the Hunters all exchanged glances. "No one can. Heaven's closed for business. Everyone who's died since the angels fell are just stuck inside the veil, waiting. And it's bad in here. Like DMV-line-times-infinity bad."

"Well, I mean, what can we do?" Sam asked.

"I need a favor — big one," Kevin told him. Sam nodded, eager to help out his friend in any way. He still had the guilt of killing Kevin with his hands despite the fact that it was truly Gadreel's fault.

"Okay."

"Find my mother." Eliza glanced down at the floor and shook her head before looking back up to Kevin with watery eyes.

"Kevin, Crowley only told you she was alive to mess with you," Eliza said. Kevin shook his head and took a step forward, the flickering of his figure getting worse. They only had a matter of two minutes before he disappeared completely.

"I'm not going off his word. All right? I have my own sources. It's crowded in the veil. All of us are stuck near the sites of our deaths. But I've been able to pass messages spirit to spirit. I made contact with another new arrival. She said she saw my mom just a week ago, alive," he explained. Eliza's eyes widened. It didn't surprise her that Crowley would lie and change his story multiple times, but it also didn't surprise her that he would be holding her somewhere alive. She was leverage.

"Okay, this — this spirit that you're playing ghost telephone with, I mean, what do you even know about her?" Dean inquired.

"Her name's Candy. Says she's in a forest in Wichita." Dean stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the Prophet.

"Candy?"

"That's it? That's all you got?" Sam chimed in. Kevin nodded his head to the side.

"Long-distance communication within the veil — it's not ideal. That's why I need you to go there, summon her, see what else she knows. You say you want to make it right? This is how." His figure flickered out and disappeared completely, leaving the trio to exchange glances.

~*~

"All right, that's the trestle. Candy said her spirit was stuck nearby," Sam said with a pack hoisted on his back, shoving a branch from the surrounding greenery out of his face. Eliza admired the woods as she walked, Dean grumpily trailing behind her.

"She died here?" Dean asked, the boys and Eliza stopping.

"Yeah."

"Dude, what got her? A bear?" Dean retorted, shaking his head as he glanced around. Eliza opened the bag that Sam had thrown on the ground and started to dig through it. She looked up at the rustling of leaves, surveying the land around them. Her eyes widened in shock and recognition.

"I'm still stuck on the fact that we're trying to summon a ghost named Candy. You know, just 'cause Kevin said he heard his mom is alive doesn't mean she —" Sam nodded his head to the side as if finishing his sentence mentally.

"Hey, we at least owe it to the kid to try, right?" Dean told him. He watched in confusion as Eliza started to walk off, shoving a tree branch to the side as she neared a popular campsite. It was empty at the moment, but she seemed to recognize the area.

"What'd you bring?" Sam questioned, turning to see Dean pull a radio out of his bag and hang it on a nail wedged into a nearby tree.

"Well, she's only been dead a week, right? So I figured she could use as much help as she can get, so..." Dean trailed off and bent down, pulling the coffeemaker from his bag. Sam stared at him with a flat look, rolling his hazel eyes.

"Really?" Dean shrugged.

"Whatever works." He glanced around, his line of sight locking on Eliza as she stared down at a human sized hole. The two brothers exchanged glances before making their way towards her. "Eliza?" Dean grunted. "What are you doing?" She either didn't hear him or was choosing to ignore him, Dean deciding that it was the latter. She squatted down and picked up a handful of brown dirt, letting it slip through her fingers before raising her head and looking around.

"What is it?" Sam asked. She turned her head to look at the Winchesters, her back still facing them.

"It hasn't changed in four years. How is that even possible?" Sam and Dean furrowed their eyebrows. She pushed herself into a standing position, fully turning around and facing the Hunters. "This is where I crawled out of Hell."