I'm not really going to summon Baphomet. I'm just thinking on the spot on how to get past these three men with the bones. Sam and Dean are watching everything that happens just in case I get too deep into trouble. They'll save me. They always do.
  "Oh no. She's saying she doesn't like locked doors. She doesn't like it at all. Open the door for her." Arbor opens his eyes.
  "No we can't do that. I want you to stay. I don't want you to leave." Arbor gets closer to me.
  "She doesn't like that." I push harder on the matter.
"Actually. She doesn't like them at all. Can they go?"

"You heard the woman!" He dismisses them with the wave of a hand. Considering what I just did with the sunglasses, I don't blame them for not giving flack for being asked to leave. It's odd what can be normal to some people and be completely earth shattering to others. By the look on their faces, I can tell they won't soon forget this day. They appeared to be horrified.

"Now, close your eyes, and I will summon her for you." He obeys me eagerly.

I take my jean jacket off and wrap it over the bones. I take the gorilla hands I slipped into my jacket when he wasn't paying attention and lay them on the bed. If I keep him distracted enough, he won't think anything of it for at least a few seconds until I can slip out with the prize. My sticky fingers are coming in handy. I remember when Dad was away on a hunt longer than expected and the stolen credit card he gave me got declined. I had to steal food for a week. While I didn't wear a tight little dress, I was no stranger to the effect I have on men.
  "Don't you want to be alone with her? I can leave the room."
  "Yes. I do. I want to talk to her." He gets giddy.
  "I can do that." I exit the room and make my way to the lobby. I'm trying to appear cool, calm, and collected. On the inside, I'm excited as hell. I have more of the bones and I'm well on my way to burning this bitch alive.
"Thanks!" I shout to the receptionist as we are leaving.
"I'm going to be a star!" We exit the building and get into the Impala.
I'm still high from the drugs. I lay down in the backseat and look at my hands, seeing stars dance around on my palms.
I giggle because I think it's funny. Then, I cry. Then I laugh again. I feel every emotion and I can't quite tell why.
"She needs water." Sam looks back at me. I notice that my underwear are showing from the dress rising up. Sam takes his jacket off and places it on my lap so that he can't see between my legs.
"We should eat ice cream. No! We should go to a park. We should go breathe, go be free. We should fly! Where is a mountain? Did you know I feel good? I feel good, you guys. Ugh, the sun feels so nice on my skin." I roll around the backseat, feeling amused at nothing and everything.
When we get to the bunker, I refuse to get out. I'm like a stubborn child. "Noooo I don't want to. It feels so nice."
"I know, but the bed would be way more comfortable." Sam tries to convince me.
I open and close my legs, seeing my legs turn into butterfly wings.
"Stop it, Elizabeth." Dean pulls my arm and lifts me into a seated position, my legs hanging out of the Impala.
  "Boo." I stick my tongue out at Dean and stand up out of the Impala. As soon as he shuts the door, I fall to the ground.
  "What's happening?" I shout. I feel this crushing pain, like there's a semi truck driving over me.
  "What? What's wrong?" They kneel down beside me. Alphonse appears next to us.
  "I'm going to need to borrow her." He kneels next to me.
  I groan in pain.
  "What's happening to her?" Dean asks firmly.
  "Well, she wasted herself away saving the two of you. It's finally catching up to her. It'll take some time to heal. Let's get her inside. I'll help her."
  "You're not going to touch her." Sam scoops me up and I imagine I'm ice cream in his hands, melting and dripping onto the ground. This is the worst time to be high.
Sam gently places me on the bed and I feel the pain throbbing all over my body. "Don't be stupid. Let me help her." Alphonse pushes past them.
"Elizabeth, are you okay with it?" Sam looks down at me. I am unfortunately not here; I am in outer space.
"If you hurt her, I'll kill you." Dean gives a stern warning. Alphonse looks down at me, his eyes appearing like sad little walnuts.
He places a hand on my chest and warmth begins from my feet up to my head. The warmth is peaceful, like a dream.
"I'm putting her to sleep. She needs rest." Before Sam and Dean can respond, I see black.