A/N: Ah! I'm sorry it took SOO long to get this part out guys! It took me awhile to figure out what to write. Let me know what you guys think! I'll try my best to get one more out later tonight. Thank you guys, and enjoy!! :)
Elena:
The same night after I completed my transition, we returned to Bobby's house. Dean needed to fix the Impala, because apparently some demons showed up a little before I had arrived and flipped his car over, damaging it quite a bit. Sam and Bobby spent the first week researching information on how they could stop Cas, listening to the radio and watching news casts about what Cas had been doing. Dean spent his time outside fixing the Impala, and I once again felt completely useless. I decided to go help, Dean with the Impala. It was daytime and lucky for me I always carried around the daytime ring Bonnie made me when I was a vampire the first time. I wasn't sure it would still work, but I decided to test it out.
I opened the door, the heat from the summer air beginning to hit me as I did. I took in a deep breath and exhaled. I walked to the edge of the porch and I slowly stuck my hand out into the sun. Nothing happened. I let out a huge sigh a relief and walked out to see Dean in the car. He was lying on the front seat, with his feet up on the roof and trying to fix the huge dent.
I poke my head in through the where the passenger car door was supposed to be. "Need any help?" I offer. He stops pushing the roof with his feet for a moment and looks up at me.
"No offense, but do you know anything about cars?" He asks. I laugh and roll my eyes.
"No, I don't but... I can still help." I say.
"Oh, yeah? How so?" He challenges.
I cross my arms over my chest and I narrow my eyes at him for a moment as I think. "Fine. Put your legs down," I demand. He looks at me questioningly, but does as I say. "Okay now sit up, let me get in." I say. Once again, he obeys and moves to the side so I can get into the spot next to him. I slide in and look up at the roof. I place both my hands on the roof and without much effort I push the roof up and popping it back into its place. Once I'm done, I look over at Dean who had his eyes wide.
He fixes his composure and laughs slightly. "Okay. I guess I kind of forgot you were all..." He waves his hands around awkwardly. "Vampy now."
"Are you having second thoughts?" I question. My heart feels like it stops for a moment as he thinks about his answer.
"No," he says. I can feel myself loosen up a little. "But, I guess we never really talked about what that means, before I... well you know." He says.
I sigh. "Well, it means now that in order to survive... I have to drink blood..." I start off slowly, watching his expression. I can see the slight cringe he makes as I mention it, but he quickly collects himself and gestures for me to go on. "I also am stronger, physically," I nod towards the roof, earning me a small chuckle from him. "I am faster, I'm able to use mind control on people who aren't on vervain, my blood can heal you if you're wounded but if you die with it in your system you become one yourself, my senses are heightened and I am practically immortal but of course I do have my weaknesses." I finish.
"Like?"
"Wood - wounds take longer to heal and can kill me if it's through the heart. Vervain burns and weakens me. The sun..." I then show him my ring. "This was made for me when I was a vampire the first time. It protects me from the sun, If I don't wear it..." I take it off and stick my hand out quickly out of the car letting the sun hit the back of my hand long enough for Dean to see it begin to sizzle, I then quickly bring my hand back to show him how it heals, before putting the ring back on. "Well I'll burn without it. That's another one. Fire, we're apparently really flammable. Once I'm set on fire, it'll burn me quickly. More rapidly than a human I guess."
Dean slowly nods as he takes all this information in. I'm starting to wonder if now he really is starting to regret letting me do this.
"Dean... you know. If you're regretting this, just let me know. I can leave the moment you tell me to." I say.
"No. Elena, god no. I don't want you to leave. It's just a lot to take in. I trust you though, You've been here with us for a week and you've done nothing to prove to us that you're any danger," He trails off for a moment, then turns and is facing me completely. "I do have a question though. When you say your senses are heightened... what does that mean?"
I stare at him a little baffled by his question. Then I turn myself to face him completely as well.
"Well, all my senses, sight, touch, taste, smell, sound. I feel every single one of them more intensely than before. If I focus strong enough, I can probably hear what Bobby and Sam are talking about inside the house. I can see things from a much greater distance, especially at night. I pick up scents and taste much stronger, so food does get better for me." I finish.
He smiles slightly, but it fades away as he asks the next question. His eyes completely focused on me. "Why'd you skip over touch?" The heat began to rise in my cheeks, and I felt my own heart beat accelerate, but I could hear his remain steady as he looked down at my hands. He then grabs one of my hands, and pulls it towards to him as he begins to rub his thumb gently over the top of my hand, leaving a trail of a tingling sensation every spot his fingers touched. He slightly lifts his brows at me, before releasing my hand and giving me a smug smile.
Without another thought, I break the space between us, placing my hands on the nape of his neck and crashing my lips onto his. He quickly responds back by putting his hands on my hips. He pulls me closer to him, deepening our kiss. I let whatever courage it is that just possessed me, take complete control over as I pull away for a moment and straddle myself onto his lip. He looks up at me with a surprised expression on his face. "Guess it's a good thing you fixed that roof huh?" He jokes, I laugh softly before I lean in once again pressing my lips against his. His hands remain steady on my hips, keeping me in my place. Our mouths desperately moving in sync, and only parting from each other to catch our breaths before going back in once again.
We continue in this spot for what seems like hours, until I feel the all to familiar sensation in my throat, thirst. I could feel the teeth starting to come out of my gums. I immediately get off of Dean's lap, and take in deep breaths. I can feel Dean looking at me, but I avoid looking up at him.
"Hey, hey Elena. What's wrong?" He questions, the concern obvious in his voice.
I couldn't let Dean see me like this. I run my hands through my hair, before looking back up at him. He places his hand gently on my cheek and gives me a sad look. "What's wrong? Did I do something?" He questions.
I give him a half-hearted smile, but before I get a chance to respond our attention is caught by Sam.
"Hey, guys!" Sam says now poking his head into the impala. "We got something, and we think it's Cas." He says. Dean nods slowly and gives me a look a 'we'll talk about this later' look before he climbs out of the car. I decide to stay behind for another minute and recollect myself, before heading back into Bobby's house.
The 3 of them were standing by the T.V, watching a news clip about several "Sudden deaths" of religious leaders around the country.
A woman is interviewed and confirms their suspicions. "We all saw him," She begins. "No beard, no robe. He was young and... sexy. He had a raincoat..." she finished saying before Dean turns off the television.
"Guess we can confirm that it was him." He says.
"So what are we going to do guys? The body count is getting up there. We need to do something." Sam says, looking between all of us.
Dean has his arms crossed and a pensive look on his face. "I have an idea. But you guys won't like it." He says looking between Bobby and Sam.
"And what exactly is that plan?" I ask. Dean bites his lip a moment before responding.
"To bind Death." He says. Both Sam and Bobby's facial expressions were automatically horrified.
"What? What does that even mean?" I ask.
Sam sighs and turns to me. "You remember how we told you about Lucifer?" He asks. I shake my head and he takes his cue to proceed. "Lucifer had the 4 horsemen on a bind. Basically, he could control them. Whatever he told them to do, they did."
I look back over at Dean. "So your plan is to bind Death, and command him to kill Cas?"
He nods his head. "I don't see what else we can do."
"Maybe we can talk to him, Dean? We can call Cas down, and try to get through to him."
"No, Elena..."
"We can't just go and kill him, Dean. He's one of you guys.."
"Was. Was one of us and that's not Cas anymore." The frustration in his voice was becoming a little more obvious.
"But Dean..."
"I said 'no', Elena!" He shouts. I cringe back at the sudden burst of anger. He then sighs and rubs his hands on his face, before looking back at me. "He lied to us, he used us, he took your humanity as if it were nothing. That's not Cas anymore, Elena."
I nod my head slowly. I didn't agree with the plan but I knew Dean knew what was the right thing to do. If he said this was it, then I'd help him with whatever they needed. "Okay." I say.
He then turns to Sam and Bobby, who were quietly watching the scene. In a silent exchange of looks he asks them if they were on board. They both nod, in sync.
"Alright, sounds like a plan. Let's get to work." Dean says, as he exits the room.
After about a day, we got the spell we needed and all the ingredients we were going to use to perform the spell minus one. The last ingredient we were going to use was sold to a person a few hours away from Bobby's house. He tracked down the home and we soon after made our way to the house.
It was a couple's home. I use the term home loosely because the inside of the house looked more like an actual museum. My compulsion made it easy to get past the guards that's guarded the home.
Once we were inside, Dean immediately walked over to the item we needed, I follow a few steps behind.
"Here it is." He says quietly. He reaches for the glass container, when suddenly there's a cocking of a gun from behind us. We both turn to find the old couple pointing the gun. Dean lifts his hands up.
"Uh, Elena.. Could you?" He asks. I shake my head in understanding. I stand in front of the man, and take the gun out of his hand without a struggle. He looks down at his empty hands and then back up at me, horror in his eyes. I make sure I get both of their full attention before starting to speak.
"Don't worry, you and your wife will go back to bed, forget all this happened and won't wake up until the morning." I say. He nods and takes his wife's hand, I watch as they head up the stairs.
"Man, that is so awesome." Dean says, taking the gun from my hands and placing it beside him. He turns his attention back to the item, just in time as Sam and Bobby enter the room.
"We got it?" Sam asks. Dean and I both shake our heads.
In no time, they begin to set up all the stuff they would need, as I sit behind and watch. One of the ingredients required, was blood from the person who would bind Death. Of course that would be Dean in this case.
Dean offers his arm up to Bobby, who then uses a blade to slice down his arm. The blood begins to drip into the bowl, and I can't keep my eyes off of the blood. I can feel my thirst return, although I made sure to I quenched it before I joined the guys on this little mission. It wasn't until Sam put his hand on my shoulder that I snapped back down into reality. My thirst calms down and I don't feel as tense. I look around the room, 3 sets of eyes staring back me horrified.
"I... I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say. Dean now had his wound wrapped in a cloth.
"Are you alright? Do you need to leave?" He asks. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was asking more.
I clear my throat. "Yes. I'm fine. Go on with the spell." I say. Dean hesitates for a moment, but then gestures for Bobby to go on.
As Bobby chanted the spell, I tuned it out. All I could focus on was, Dean's blood coming from the cloth wrapped around his arm. All I could think about was the thirst. My throat once again burned, needing the warm blood to run down it. Once again, I was pulled down back to reality when a new voice was added to the group.
I look around the room to find the source noticing now how much of a mess the room was. Glass was shattered everywhere. I finally spot the old man wearing a dark suit and holding a cane. He's looking at Dean, with a very unamused face.
"You're joking." He says as he lifts his arms up, and a pair of translucent handcuffs appear for a moment, before he puts his hands down again, causing them to disappear.
I can hear Dean's heartbeat accelerate. "I'm sorry Death. This isn't what it seems." Dean begins to explain.
Death keeps his face stern as he responds. "It seems like you bound me."
"For good reason, okay? Just uh, hear us out." Dean starts again. He then turns to the fast food he purchased on our way here. Death raises his hand for a moment to quiet Dean. He then looks at me.
"This is about that blood lusted vampire, I assume," He says as he takes a few steps towards me. "Sorry. I simply can't do anything about those urges," He then looks back up at Dean. "Now unbind me." I can feel Dean's eyes on me, asking me what he was talking about. I shrug, pretend I didn't know what he meant.
He then turns back to Death. "We can't... yet."
"This isn't going to end well." Death responds as he takes a few steps away from Dean.
"We need you to kill God." He says.