Re: Dancing along the reality line (Spn, XO, Mature) 12/8/12
Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 3:43 pm
Chapter 51
Missouri paced the length of her small living room waiting for the Winchesters to get home. Liz had called her when they were an hour out of town but something wasn't right. She could feel it in her stomach.
Ding dong.
The psychic's head snapped towards the front door. That wasn't them. She knew what Liz's magic felt like and that wasn't it. Whoever was standing at her door felt like evil. Evil and pure death.
Ding dong.
But Missouri also knew that if she didn't open the door then one or both of the babies would wake up and she didn't want them to see what was about to happen. Her future was black but theirs were bright. As long as she didn't scream.
"Oh Missouri!" An unfamiliar voice called out from the other side of the front door. "I know you're in there." She could see the person's hands sliding up and down the door frame. "I just wanna talk."
"No you don't." She snapped. She was standing in the hallway just staring at her front door. "How stupid do you think I am? Just go away!"
The door flew opened and a shadowy figure stood in the doorway. "I don't think so."
***
Liz sat in the back of the impala and watched as Dean drove straight to Missouri's house. It was so great to be back home. She loved the way Lawrence smelled. Like freshly cut grass and a hint of fresh bread baking. It was a truly homey smell. Safe.
~So sweet.~ A voice whispered into Liz's ear. ~Don't worry, little angel. I just wanna talk to your mama.~
Liz suddenly felt her eyes get heavy but she knew she wasn't tired. She was being pulled into something. Something that was in between a flash and the dream plane.
~~~
When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in the impala anymore. Liz glanced around. She was standing in the middle of what looked like a...a forest?
"Well. Well. Well." The voice from before said. "You are nothing like what I pictured for Dean's wife." Then the person chuckled. "Then again I never pictured Dean Winchester getting married. Ever."
Liz turned and saw a man in his mid thirties with dirty blonde hair. He wore a gray flannel shirt that hung open revealing a puke green under shirt and dark blue jeans. His face was...peeling and he looked sick but somehow healthy.
"Who are you and how did I get here?" She asked, taking a quick look around. They were by the lake just outside of town. The same lake she and Dean would go to for special accusations, like the anniversaries. How the hell did she get here?
The man chuckled as he rubbed his 5 o'clock shadow and took a step towards her. "Let's just say I'm a friend of a friend and how you got here is not important. In fact," He rubbed his hands together. "The only thing that is important is what I brought you here for."
"And what did you bring me here for?" Liz took a step back as he took another step towards her.
"I know you've been working with my brother and the psychic to help the Winchesters." He smiled as he folded his arms over his chest. "Naughty, naughty."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Liz backed up until she hit something solid and the man stood tall in front of her.
"Lying is a sin, you know." He said, his voice just above a whisper. Then he trapped her between his arms, put his nose to her hair and took a deep breath in. "You smell like fresh laundry and sugar cookies." He raised his hand to her face and let his fingers caressed the side of her cheek. Liz could feel her stomach drop and her body start to tremble in fear. "No wonder Dean and Sam like you. You smell like home to them." He chuckled again. "Different homes but home none the less."
"Please just leave me alone." Liz begged as the man's hand ran down her neck and stopped over her heart.
"I'm sorry sweetheart but I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because I need Sam just the way he is and if you did anything to him, I will be forced to do something," He snapped his fingers and Liz could see an image of Bella and Mattie asleep on the bed in Missouri's guest room. "That may leave these sweet babies without both their parents."
"I didn't do anything to Sam. I would never."
"Tsk. Tsk. Now didn't I just say lying is a sin?" He pushed the hand on her chest a little bit deeper and Liz cried out in pain.
"I swear I'm didn't." She cried.
~Liz!~ Dean's voice rang in her ear. ~Liz!~
"This isn't over sweetheart. I may not be able to find the Winchesters but you, I could find with my eyes close." Then he chuckled. "Well, you and your children." Liz tried to move but the man's hand wouldn't budge. "So here is a little message I want you to tell the boys. Stop trying. Time is running out and saying yes is the only way. Especially when there are so many..." His other hand curled a strand of her hair around his finger. "People involved."
~God damn it, Liz. Wake the hell up!~ Dean demanded and Liz could feel someone shaking her.
"Well, it seems our time is up." He took a step back, his hands falling to his sides and smiled at her. "This was so nice." He then raised his hand and Liz turned her head, her eyes closing on instinct. "I'll be seeing you Winchester." And she heard him snap his fingers.
***
Liz opened her eyes and came face to face with Dean. She couldn't breathe for a second but then felt her lungs burn so she took a deep breath in.
"Oh thank God." Dean said as he pulled her into his arms. "I thought something happened to you." He pushed back and stared at her. "What the hell happened?"
She stared at him for a second remembering what just happened. She didn't know who the man was but she didn't care. He threatened her. And he threatened her kids.
"Liz?" Liz turned to Sam who was standing behind Dean. That's when she realized they weren't inside of the impala anymore. Instead, they were out front of Missouri's house. "What just happened?"
"The kids!" She shot up and ran into the house. She went straight up the stairs and down the hall until she was in front of the guest room. She took a deep breath in before slowly opening the door. "Please God let them be alright." She turned on the light and walked over to the bed. There lay her two babies. Bella was laying on her back while Mattie cuddled into her side. They were safe. "Thank God."
***
"Are they okay?" Sam asked as Liz came down the stairs.
"Yeah." Liz nodded her head. "They're sleeping." She walked passed him and towards the kitchen.
"What happened in the car Liz? Are you okay?" Sam asked from behind her.
"Yeah, I just-." Her words died on her lips when she saw blood on the floor of the kitchen.
"Liz?" She pointed to the blood and Sam pushed by her. "Oh God." He dropped to his knees. "Dean!" He yelled. "Dean get in here."
She could feel her husband coming into the house and walking up behind her but she couldn't hear him. All she heard was this buzzing as her wobbly legs carried her to where Sam was kneeling.
"Liz, I don't think-." Dean started but Liz quickly cut him off.
"I don't care." She snapped. There on the floor was Missouri's body. "Oh my God." Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, her sobs the only thing heard throughout the room.
Missouri paced the length of her small living room waiting for the Winchesters to get home. Liz had called her when they were an hour out of town but something wasn't right. She could feel it in her stomach.
Ding dong.
The psychic's head snapped towards the front door. That wasn't them. She knew what Liz's magic felt like and that wasn't it. Whoever was standing at her door felt like evil. Evil and pure death.
Ding dong.
But Missouri also knew that if she didn't open the door then one or both of the babies would wake up and she didn't want them to see what was about to happen. Her future was black but theirs were bright. As long as she didn't scream.
"Oh Missouri!" An unfamiliar voice called out from the other side of the front door. "I know you're in there." She could see the person's hands sliding up and down the door frame. "I just wanna talk."
"No you don't." She snapped. She was standing in the hallway just staring at her front door. "How stupid do you think I am? Just go away!"
The door flew opened and a shadowy figure stood in the doorway. "I don't think so."
***
Liz sat in the back of the impala and watched as Dean drove straight to Missouri's house. It was so great to be back home. She loved the way Lawrence smelled. Like freshly cut grass and a hint of fresh bread baking. It was a truly homey smell. Safe.
~So sweet.~ A voice whispered into Liz's ear. ~Don't worry, little angel. I just wanna talk to your mama.~
Liz suddenly felt her eyes get heavy but she knew she wasn't tired. She was being pulled into something. Something that was in between a flash and the dream plane.
~~~
When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in the impala anymore. Liz glanced around. She was standing in the middle of what looked like a...a forest?
"Well. Well. Well." The voice from before said. "You are nothing like what I pictured for Dean's wife." Then the person chuckled. "Then again I never pictured Dean Winchester getting married. Ever."
Liz turned and saw a man in his mid thirties with dirty blonde hair. He wore a gray flannel shirt that hung open revealing a puke green under shirt and dark blue jeans. His face was...peeling and he looked sick but somehow healthy.
"Who are you and how did I get here?" She asked, taking a quick look around. They were by the lake just outside of town. The same lake she and Dean would go to for special accusations, like the anniversaries. How the hell did she get here?
The man chuckled as he rubbed his 5 o'clock shadow and took a step towards her. "Let's just say I'm a friend of a friend and how you got here is not important. In fact," He rubbed his hands together. "The only thing that is important is what I brought you here for."
"And what did you bring me here for?" Liz took a step back as he took another step towards her.
"I know you've been working with my brother and the psychic to help the Winchesters." He smiled as he folded his arms over his chest. "Naughty, naughty."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Liz backed up until she hit something solid and the man stood tall in front of her.
"Lying is a sin, you know." He said, his voice just above a whisper. Then he trapped her between his arms, put his nose to her hair and took a deep breath in. "You smell like fresh laundry and sugar cookies." He raised his hand to her face and let his fingers caressed the side of her cheek. Liz could feel her stomach drop and her body start to tremble in fear. "No wonder Dean and Sam like you. You smell like home to them." He chuckled again. "Different homes but home none the less."
"Please just leave me alone." Liz begged as the man's hand ran down her neck and stopped over her heart.
"I'm sorry sweetheart but I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because I need Sam just the way he is and if you did anything to him, I will be forced to do something," He snapped his fingers and Liz could see an image of Bella and Mattie asleep on the bed in Missouri's guest room. "That may leave these sweet babies without both their parents."
"I didn't do anything to Sam. I would never."
"Tsk. Tsk. Now didn't I just say lying is a sin?" He pushed the hand on her chest a little bit deeper and Liz cried out in pain.
"I swear I'm didn't." She cried.
~Liz!~ Dean's voice rang in her ear. ~Liz!~
"This isn't over sweetheart. I may not be able to find the Winchesters but you, I could find with my eyes close." Then he chuckled. "Well, you and your children." Liz tried to move but the man's hand wouldn't budge. "So here is a little message I want you to tell the boys. Stop trying. Time is running out and saying yes is the only way. Especially when there are so many..." His other hand curled a strand of her hair around his finger. "People involved."
~God damn it, Liz. Wake the hell up!~ Dean demanded and Liz could feel someone shaking her.
"Well, it seems our time is up." He took a step back, his hands falling to his sides and smiled at her. "This was so nice." He then raised his hand and Liz turned her head, her eyes closing on instinct. "I'll be seeing you Winchester." And she heard him snap his fingers.
***
Liz opened her eyes and came face to face with Dean. She couldn't breathe for a second but then felt her lungs burn so she took a deep breath in.
"Oh thank God." Dean said as he pulled her into his arms. "I thought something happened to you." He pushed back and stared at her. "What the hell happened?"
She stared at him for a second remembering what just happened. She didn't know who the man was but she didn't care. He threatened her. And he threatened her kids.
"Liz?" Liz turned to Sam who was standing behind Dean. That's when she realized they weren't inside of the impala anymore. Instead, they were out front of Missouri's house. "What just happened?"
"The kids!" She shot up and ran into the house. She went straight up the stairs and down the hall until she was in front of the guest room. She took a deep breath in before slowly opening the door. "Please God let them be alright." She turned on the light and walked over to the bed. There lay her two babies. Bella was laying on her back while Mattie cuddled into her side. They were safe. "Thank God."
***
"Are they okay?" Sam asked as Liz came down the stairs.
"Yeah." Liz nodded her head. "They're sleeping." She walked passed him and towards the kitchen.
"What happened in the car Liz? Are you okay?" Sam asked from behind her.
"Yeah, I just-." Her words died on her lips when she saw blood on the floor of the kitchen.
"Liz?" She pointed to the blood and Sam pushed by her. "Oh God." He dropped to his knees. "Dean!" He yelled. "Dean get in here."
She could feel her husband coming into the house and walking up behind her but she couldn't hear him. All she heard was this buzzing as her wobbly legs carried her to where Sam was kneeling.
"Liz, I don't think-." Dean started but Liz quickly cut him off.
"I don't care." She snapped. There on the floor was Missouri's body. "Oh my God." Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, her sobs the only thing heard throughout the room.