When we get to the station, I'm led to an interrogation room. I wait around a bit until a mean looking detective joins me in the room.
"Elizabeth Grace." She smiles at me before taking a seat, sliding a file over to me.
"I want to make it clear that you aren't in trouble yet. Go ahead and open it."
I open it, slowly. "Yet?" I ask her.
I flip through, seeing mug shots of Sam and Dean. I see their various crimes, including supposedly killing a woman and a couple police officers. It shows that they died in an explosion, then escaped a FBI holding center in the woods, etc. They're painted like they're bad news. It's funny how someone can seem like a bad person just by how they're portrayed.
"What exactly is this about?" I slide the file back to her. She removes her blazer and gently drapes it over the back of her chair. Her short sleeve, white, blouse is cute. I stare at her shirt while she speaks. I'm disassociating.
"I know you're probably afraid. But we can help. I have the best witness protection agency in the world. I can protect you from them."
"From Sam and Dean?" I scoff.
"So you do know them?" She gets interested at my candor.
"Yeah. I mean I guess. I was hitchhiking one day and they gave me a ride."
She leans back in her chair and puts her hands on her head, sighing. When she finishes her dramatics, she looks me in my eyes. It's a piercing stare, the stare of a woman who just wants to go home and have some wine. I get the sense that she's a heavy drinker. I see a vision of her taking 5 shots of liquor back to back last night, alone in her apartment; alone with her cats.
  "Why are you lying to me? They can't hurt you anymore. Why were you bruised up? Why was your car abandoned at a crappy motel?"
  "Woah. One question at a time lady. You may want to lay off the whiskey too. I can smell it." I can't. I just wanted to embarrass her.
  "Did they sexually assault you?"
  "Woah! Woah. No way. They just gave me a ride, that's all."
  She becomes increasingly annoyed.
  "Tell me where they are and you walk."
  I stand up.
  "Look, I'm walking either way. You have nothing to hold me on. An attorney would have a field day with this entire thing you have going on. They gave me a ride and I've never seen them again. They didn't hurt me, they definitely didn't sexually assault me, and that's all. Where's my damn phone call? The officers took my phone."
  She stands too, straightening her black pencil skirt.
  "I'll get your phone." She throws the blazer back on.
  "I'll be in touch." She exits the room. It takes about five hours for her to return and I feel like my bladder is going to burst.
  "Finally! I need to pee." I snatch my phone from her.
  "You're released. My DA wants to meet with you next week."
  "Fat chance." I walk past her and desperately look for the bathroom. I practically run into the first stall I see and pee like a race horse, dialing Sam's number. I have about 20 missed calls from him and Dean combined.
  "Elizabeth! Where are you?" Sam answers immediately.
  "Funny story. I'm in a police station. I'll be back soon."
  "Do you need a ride?"
  I laugh, "you better not, considering the entire state of Kansas is out for you."
  I hang up and exit the stall. Shit. Forgot to flush. As I am flushing the toilet, I hear someone enter the bathroom.
I turn around in the stall and see a large man looking down on me.
"What uh- what are you doing in here?" I try to move past him and he strikes me in the face. I taste the blood in my mouth and look at him.
  "What do you want?" I am growing tired of these surprise attacks.
"The book. Where is it?"
"I don't have it. Now move. We are in a building full of police. All I have to do is scream."
  He grabs me by my hair and slams my head into the subway tile. My head starts ringing and I begin to feel dizzy.
I slide to the ground next to the toilet. He grabs me again and I don't have the strength to fight him.
"Where's the book, little one? We searched the bunker and couldn't find it."
I look up at him. "Now tell me something. Do you think that I would ever tell you? You make... you... sick. Make me sick." I begin to feel extremely disoriented. The book is inside of a warded box, so he must be a monster if he couldn't open it.
I try to use the toilet to stand up and he lifts me from the ground, holding me by my shirt. I spit the blood in my mouth at him and he shoves me back.
"Sam" I utter out.
"Sam and Dean aren't here. They can't save you." He pulls out a knife and stabs me right in the gut. I fall to the ground, struggling to breathe and watch him leave the bathroom, seeing his footsteps as I lay on the ground. He slides the knife under the stall to me before exiting.
I drag myself across the cold ground to try to get out of the bathroom and be seen. I feel a rush of dizziness come over me, my blood makes a trail on the bathroom floor. I make it to the door and realize I'll have to stand to open it. No no no no. It can't be like this. My dad's face lingers in my mind, telling me I'll rot on the floor like him.
I reach into my pocket and dial Sam's number. Just as it rings, my phone battery dies. Shit. I lay on my back looking at the bathroom light. They almost look like a sun if I look hard enough. The ground is cold and brings me no comfort. Stop it Elizabeth. You're not a quitter. I use the wall to slide myself up to the door handle. I grip it and stand myself up, my legs almost collapsing beneath me. I place a hand on the wall as my other hand opens the door. I see a stack of corpses in the hallway and blood everywhere. I stumble to the elevator and collapse inside of it.
  Laying next to me, there is  a dying man next to me, taking his last breaths.
  "Elizabeth. You made a mistake." He gasps before he dies. I roll my eyes and search his pockets for a phone. I groan in pain and dial Sam's number with my bloody hands. I figured I'd need to memorize their numbers one day.
"Sam. It hurts. I'm going to die, Sam." I lay on my back.
"What's going on?"
"I was attacked and stabbed."
"Okay, listen to me. It's Dean. Stop the bleeding. Get something, anything, to tie around it." I rip the jacket off the man next to me and try to wrap it around my body.
"Everyone is dead. I'm in an elevator. Please hurry." I hang up the phone, not wanting to waste another breath.
I drag myself to the elevator buttons and press the one button several times, smearing blood on it. When I reach the bottom, I drag myself out and the doors try to close on my legs; the doors detect my motion as I drag myself out. More dead bodies are here with me. I begin to feel like my legs are numb and they become useless. The man from before drags me away from my rest and I begin fighting back. He sits on me and wraps his hands around my neck. It's a familiar feeling, which is crazy to say. Shapeshifter Sam also choked me.

I don't have anything left in me to fight, but I hear a gunshot and watch the attacker's eyes widen. His blood begins to spill onto me, and he falls over onto me.

I try to shove him off, but I can't. A hand pulls him off of me and I turn onto my stomach crying and trying to get away from him. I don't realize it's Dean until I hear his voice telling me that everything will be okay.
  Where's Alphonse now?
  I grab onto Dean's shirt as he carries me, gasping for breath that isn't going to come. It hurts to breathe, wherever he stabbed me must have been the ticket to death. I release my hand's grip on his shirt slowly and feel my arm and head release in his arms.
  ...
  "Elizabeth? Elizabeth, stay with us." I hear Sam's voice as I'm being put on a bed. I'm in a hospital, judging by the smell of bleach and the doctor's blurry faces above me. I'm being pushed somewhere while I lay on the hospital bed. I look around, look down at my body. I have a hospital gown on and an IV in my arm.
  "We're here, okay? We're here." Sam's voice echos in my head before I'm laying under a circular light while medical staff adjust it.