Author's Note: And here we are at the end! I've had this story going for a long time, and it's been fun developing Elizabeth's story and exploring folklore and legends. But it's time that it came to an end. Thank you SO MUCH for reading. If you've made it this far then you are incredible! I so appreciate every review and favorite and follow and reader! If you are interested in Captain America, please check out my Avengers series. I also have a Merlin series going. And then some of my older stories include Narnia and BBC Robin Hood. Thank you again!

Epilogue

New York City

2014

Elizabeth rolled out of bed as her alarm chimed eight o' clock. She dressed and showered before leaving her apartment to get her usual coffee and newspaper. New York City was a hubbub of activity as usual as she made her way to work. She had been working for a publishing firm for the last few years. There was something tantalizing about working with stories. Stories were everything to her. They were filled with angels and demons and monsters as well as heroes and villains. It all sounded so familiar to her even though she knew it was fictional. Some part of her wanted to say it wasn't though. After losing her boyfriend in a tragic accident, Elizabeth had left everything behind and moved to New York to start a new life. She had work friends and had just received a promotion. Something in her life felt like it was missing though. She just couldn't place her finger on it. There were things she couldn't quite remember. Her parents lived in Montana, but she hadn't been to visit them in years and didn't really know why. There were years she couldn't remember at all and faint memories of people she couldn't quite name. She was happy, but she had the feeling something more had once made her even happier.

It was that morning that she found someone standing outside of her office. He had black hair and the brightest blue eyes. He wore a long, tan trench coat and a blue tie. He looked achingly familiar though Elizabeth couldn't place him.

"Hello," she said. "Can I help you?"

"I was hoping so," he said. "Is there somewhere we can talk?"

"Sure. Let's go into my office." She opened the door and let him in. He stood awkwardly and didn't sit when she motioned toward the chair in front of her desk. She decided to stand too.

"You asked me to come to you if I needed your help. If the world ever needed your help," the strange man said.

"Do we know each other?"

"We used to."

"I feel like I trust you even though I can't remember who you are," she said. It was the strangest feeling.

"You can trust me." She nodded.

"Why can't I remember?"

"I took your memories," he said. Somehow that didn't strike her as strange though it should have. He pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. "If you don't want them back, I would understand. You have a life here now."

"But I had a life before? A different life?" she asked. He nodded. "I want them back then," she said. "If I told you to come and get me if you needed my help then I want to help."

He handed her the bottle, and she uncorked it, somehow knowing just what to do. She pressed the glowing light against her heart and it filled her. It was an awakening that sent all of her memories flooding back to her. Something fluttered at her back, and she remembered.

"Castiel."

He smiled. "Hello Elizabeth."

Elizabeth dropped the bottle and threw her arms around him. This time he didn't hesitate before hugging her back. "You need my help?"

"I do. So do Sam and Dean."

Elizabeth's breath faltered. "Sam? But he's…"

"Alive. I pulled him out of hell myself," Castiel told her. This time Elizabeth had to sit down.

"Sam is alive," she repeated. Her heart was beating crazily in her chest. "How is that possible?"

"He wasn't dead, only trapped. He's back with us now. For a few years. He wanted you to live a normal life, but things are getting out of hand, and we need your help."

"Of course. You have it." She stood. "You have it. Please take me to him."

…

The black Impala was parked outside in the parking lot. Elizabeth's breath caught as Sam stepped forward to greet her. His hazel eyes were glowing with happiness. He looked as if the years had been hard on him. His face was harder, more mature. There was a set to his shoulders that hadn't been there before, but he looked so happy in that moment.

"Sam." Elizabeth took a step forward. "I should have stayed," she said. "I should have fought."

Sam shook his head. "You did what I asked. I wanted you safe. And you're here now." Elizabeth ran the rest of the distance, throwing herself into his arms. He held her close, his warmth filling her. "Welcome back."

The End