The first day alone, I call Sarah. We talk for five hours about everything and nothing. I'm finally able to process everything. The second day alone, Sam and Dean interrupt my call with Sarah to let me know they're alright. The third day is now. Sam and Dean call to tell me they're closing in on something. The loneliness is starting to set in, but the calls with Sarah are keeping me company. I tell her about the book, Baphomet, and everything inbetween.
  Her voice fills with rage, "I knew I didn't like those guys. They didn't treat you like the intellectual you are."
  "Oh yeah, I'm such an intellectual." I laugh at her.
  "Yeah, like Harvard level." She jokes back.
  "Hey." I feel my smile fading, knowing I have to hang up the phone.
  "I gotta go. I haven't gotten any useful information from the book in a couple days. I want to give it a try again and I can't focus if you're over here enrolling me into Ivy League schools."
  She sighs, "Alright. Let me know what it says this time; maybe I can help."
  I hear her light a cigarette and take a puff, "Are we still on for our virtual movie night tomorrow?"
  "Yes, of course." I hang up the phone. Wipe that stupid smile off your face Elizabeth.
  Sarah texts me a selfie of her smoking, followed by a text. In the picture, she has bright red lipstick on and dark eyeliner. I hope she isn't going anywhere because she looks beautiful.
  The text reads, I can't tell if I like you or cigarettes more.
  I roll my eyes and make my way to a table in the main area. I sit down, breathing deeply, opening the book. Before anything can happen, I get a call from Sam. I let out an audible groan of aggravation as I answer the phone.
  "Two times in one night? Are you starting to miss me?" I can hear the Impala's engine whirring in the background of the call.
  "Elizabeth. We're closeby. Dean is hurt. He's hurt real bad. We need you. Come outside." He hangs up the phone. What can I do? What am I supposed to do to help?
  I slide my phone on the desk and run up the stairs. I should have grabbed a jacket because it's snowing and I can see my breath in the air. I imagine the warmth of Sarah next to me; she'd be smoking a cigarette if she were here.
  The Impala slides around in the snow, coming to an eventual abrupt stop in front of me. Sam looks incredibly stressed, more stressed than I've ever seen him. I walk through the snow to get to Dean; he's in the backseat.
  "Come on. Let's get him inside." I feel the snow against my feet, burning me. It's funny how something can be so cold that it feels warm. The duality is ironic. I should have grabbed shoes too. I follow Sam's lead as we try to get Dean out. He's dead weight, for lack of a better term.
  I look at Sam breathlessly. "Sam, I can't. I'm not strong enough."
  I climb in the backseat with Dean, to see a fatal wound. He isn't conscious, just bloody and asleep. I check his neck to see if he even has a pulse. He doesn't.
  "Sam." I look up at him while I'm sitting on Dean's legs in the backseat.
  "Elizabeth, get out of the way." I get off of Dean and he pulls him out, slipping and sliding in the snow.
   He places him on the ground, blood staining the white snow. "Hey, hey, hey. Dean. Wake up Dean." He slaps his face gently.
  "No. You get out of the way." I shove Sam and place my hand on Dean's chest.
  I close my eyes. I feel my body shiver and still feel the warmth of his body. I feel the right happening, the struggle. I feel Dean fighting hard and being caught beneath the crushing blow of something that's stronger than him. I also feel the love that I have for him and that's when something begins to happen. I open my eyes to see a green light coming from my hand. It's small, barely illuminating his chest. I push harder, feeling like I'm sucking the air out of my body to give to him.
  It's not enough. I try harder, seeing his body rise a bit with more green light. I sit on top of him, desperately drawing every bit of energy I have to save him. His eyes glow green and he wakes up, gasping for breath. I roll off of him into the blood covered snow gasping for breath as well. Sam helps Dean stand up and I help myself.
  "Well, let's never do that again." Sam looks at me like I have three heads. Dean just looks confused.
  "I'm freezing." I run back inside to wipe the snow off me and warm up.
I can hear Sam and Dean's footsteps behind me as I'm wiping the bloody snow off myself. I change into about 3 shirts, athletic sweatpants, and a hoodie to get warm. I put on like three pairs of socks to warm my feet up. Then, I get ready to face them.
"I know you're probably freaked out but I've never done that before and I don't know if I could ever do it again." I don't feel like they're judging me at all; they actually seem kind of...grateful?
"It's okay Elizabeth. Thank you. You saved my brother. You're officially family." Sam is pleased with me it seems like.
"Okay epic. We should drink to that."