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Chapter 11
An oddly happy and distracted feeling inside his head. A little tickling feeling in his sole and toes. Relaxation on every single one of his muscles. Bright colors of the motel room, like he could see everything for the first time. Messy hair and a goofy smile. Hands around someone, determined not to ever let go. Her head felt good and right on his chest and her body against his felt like it was made to be there.
Oh yeah, it was clear that he had got some amazing sex, but all the funny feelings weren't because of that.
Every single one of his still working brain cells, which were aware of the ironic situation on hand, screamed that the girl must be eliminated. That she was a vampire in human's arms and it was wrong. It was unnatural and simply intolerable. But those voices were losing; the voices of madness were winning as they started to scream objections.
Dean Winchester was definitely losing his sanity, and he knew it. Worst part was that he liked it.
The exhaustion of the day was coming to him, and he shut his eyes slowly. He felt so good that he could sleep. Nice long nap with Liz by his side; that sounded good. He was half sleeping already with a goofy smile on his face, when he gently stroked Liz's hair, enjoying the softness of it. His tired mind started to wander around and Dean just let it.
The sex had been amazing; Dean wasn't sure when the last time he had such mind blowing sex was. One thing he didn't let himself think, even in his sleepy state; was it so good because of Liz or because she was a vampire?
Liz's hands answered to his movements with drawing small circles to Dean's chest. Neither of them said a word. The peaceful silence around them was all they needed; the moment was perfect. It was just.. Everything was there; trust, understanding, friendship...
It wasn't like anything Dean had experienced before. With Cassie there had been the amazing trust between them as well as some kind of love that made him feel so good in with her. But Liz couldn't even be compared to Cassie – with Liz everything was just a little bit better, a little bit more. She felt so right to him.
Suddenly Dean opened his eyes to study the woman next to him. He didn't have the best position to do that, but he saw enough. Pain stabbed him to a chest, when he looked everything he could saw of her; this was most likely the only time he’d ever get to feel Liz besides him. The only time they ever had anything together. That thought made Dean pull Liz as close to him as he could. He didn't want to miss anything.
“Don't choke me, honey,” Liz said in a sweet voice, but didn't move further away from Dean. She felt good right there, but she had broken the silence with her words. Still the magic of the moment didn't go anywhere; it came directly from Liz and Dean.
“Don't complain, princess. It can't even hurt you,” Dean said and laughed a bit. They fell into the silence again, and silently in his mind, he admitted that he wouldn't let this be the only moment. He would do everything in his power to make Liz stay with him.
After a moment Dean spoke again.
“You never gave me my jacket back.”
“I didn't? I thought I did but then again, I didn't actually worry about that since... since you left,” Liz said smiling, avoiding mentions of her torture. It made Dean smile slightly. Liz didn't want to hurt him anymore and he couldn't have hoped for more. Not in his situations, anyway.
“Or maybe you just are little thief who planned the whole thing from the beginning,” Dean wondered and laughed when Liz smacked his chest.
“You don't want to tease me – I just might eat you,” Liz said looking into Dean's eyes and Dean grinned to her.
“I know you want to, babe. Everyone does,” Dean answered. He felt so natural to joke about Liz's not so natural status and apparently Liz felt so too. It was a good sign for their relationship, right?
“You are too smug for your own good,” Liz notified. Dean kissed her hair with a big, fat smile on his face. When the sun's first beams hit his face this morning he could never have believed that something like this was going to happen.
“If that gives you comfort then just think like that, princess,” Dean murmured against Liz's hair and Liz laughed. It was sweetest sound in the whole wide world, if you asked Dean.
“I was thinking... Did you really think that I wrote that note?” Liz asked out of the blue. Dean had to think about moment, because he wasn't sure what she meant.
“The note. On the wall,” Liz refreshed Dean's memory.
“Oh yeah. That note. Well, actually I did... So you really didn't do it?”
“No I didn't! Why in the Earth I would wrote you a note 'Cross my path, and I will kill you'?” Liz questioned. She had raised her head from Dean's chest and was facing him now. Her face was serious and she stared right into Dean's eyes. Dean looked back and sighed.
“You were actually the only one who could have done it. I mean the werewolves probably didn't even know we were here and why would they leave a note instead of killing us? We were in front of the room whole night,” Dean wondered moving his eyes away from Liz and to the ceiling. He rested his head on the pillow while his thoughts moved around the mysterious note. He hadn't actually thought about it since breakfast, but now it really started to bug him.
“I can see that you blamed me, especially since you didn't recognize me... And you are right that it would have been just a stupid move from the werewolves. Are you sure it happened during the time you were outside? Is it possible it happened while you were at Dana's house?” Liz asked and made Dean think. Liz was right. Nothing had told them that it had happened during their watch outside. They didn't come inside after they got back from the coroner's house.
“I guess it could have been while we were gone. Still--,” Dean left his sentence unfinished, when someone kicked the door open. Dean didn't stop to think; he just grabbed Liz and rolled with her out of the bed.
They laid low between the beds and Dean started to fumble for his gun. Soon he realized that he was naked so, the gun was probably on the other side of the bed as a result of the stripping.
“You slimy son of a bitch, I know you are here,” a rough male voice said as footsteps came closer to the bed. Dean didn't recognize the voice, but it was clear that whoever it was knew about him and probably wanted to kill him. One look to Liz made Dean's urge to protect her grow. He maybe didn't know about her yet, so Dean could protect her.
So he stood up.
Dean faced a little bit shorter man than himself, but the height didn't make him any less scary. He had a black messy hair hanging on his face and he had pair of eyes filled with anger staring at Dean. His clothes were dirty and there were visible holes in them. And he was holding a shotgun – he was aiming directly to Dean.
That face looked remotely familiar to Dean, but the dark stubble made identification hard. Still Dean was sure about one thing; he wasn't afraid to use that big gun of his.
“Be careful with that gun there. You might hurt someone,” Dean said. He didn't feel weird standing in front of that scary man balls hanging on loose. Only thing he cared about was the girl lying next to his feet – naked as well, only sheet covering her body – and he was scared that she would get bullet under her skin. It didn't come to him that bullet would do nothing to her. Dean didn't even glance down at her, because he didn't want to give her up.
“You think I'm here to chat?” the man asked staring at Dean viciously. He barely even blinked.
“You might as well be. I have no idea who you are or what are you doing here,” Dean answered keeping his eyes on the gun. The man looked like he was on a edge and might flip any moment now.
“I'm not surprised that you don't remember me. You will before I will end your miserable life,” his eyes wandered along Dean's face examining his features.
“Ookay.. Why don't you start by telling me your name and where did we meet,” Dean recommended trying to keep him talking rather than shooting.
“2000, Roswell, New Mexico,” the man told and Dean's jaw dropped.
“Max Evans – the king of scumbags,” Dean shut his mouth and all the memories of Max came to him at once making him really angry. Even though it was seven years ago he still had made Liz's life a living hell and Dean would never forgive something like that.
“Look who's talking.”
“I didn't bang some whore making her pregnant and then left Liz alone searching for her friend's killer,” Dean said and felt a little pinch on his instep. He didn't have to look down to know that Liz tried to shut him up. It wasn't going to work – she could pinch all she wanted, but Dean wasn't going to stop mocking that bastard in front of him.
“I did what I did, but after that everything could still be repaired,” Dean opened his mouth to argue, but Max continued before he could, “But after what you did, there was no more Liz to repair anything with.”
“Could you enlighten me a little bit? Since I can't recall what I did,” Dean kept his voice light. There was hesitation in Max's answer.
“I.. She.. After you had left Roswell, no one ever saw Liz again. Coincidence? I do not believe in it,” Max replied.
Dean stared at Max. He didn't know what had happened to Liz, but he had assumed that Dean had something to do with it, so now he was there to kill Dean. Dean couldn't make up his mind, was Max's action heroic or stupid.
Dean felt a little movement next to his legs and suddenly Liz was standing next to him. She had wrapped the sheet around her, so her naked body was covered. She pushed her hair out of her face and met Max's amazed gaze.
“What the Hell you are doing, Max?” Liz asked in a firm voice. Max opened his mouth like a fish in the ground, looking both Dean and Liz trying to understand what has happened there. Liz and Dean were both still, letting Max take in the scene.
“You are sleeping with him?” Max finally whispered. Liz sighed and wiped her face with her right hand.
“That is all you care about? If I'm sleeping with Dean? We meet for the first time in seven years and you want to know about my sex life?” Dean glanced at Liz and she looked like she was ready to explode to Max's face. Maybe the reunion was something Liz never wanted to experience.
“So you are...,” Max turned his eyes from Liz to Dean. Dean didn't have a lot of time to react, when he understood that Max was raising his gun. In a second Dean grabbed Liz and pulled her with him to the ground. Shots flew right over their heads.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean mumbled. He let his hand lay on Liz's shoulder a little longer, telling her that way that she shouldn't get up. Then he jumped up, attacking Max who was standing on the other side of the bed. He knocked him down and kicked the shotgun away from Max's hand.
Dean managed to surprise Max so he woke up to fight back when Dean was sitting on him and punching him to the face. Max tried to push him off, but Dean barely moved. He kept hitting, blinded by his own anger. Without Dean's quick reflexes Max's shot could have hit Liz. Without any warning Dean suddenly flew away from Max to the wall.
Thoughts ran in Dean's mind, but he couldn't figure out what had just happened. He tried to stand up, but Max was on him before he could get to his own two feet. He got three hits on Dean's face before Liz joined the fight.
“Max, leave him alone now!” Liz yelled and grabbed the back of Max's jacket. She pulled with all her powers causing Max to fall on the floor. She placed herself between the two fighting men eyes on Max, who was up before he actually even touched the ground. Liz was still wearing only the white sheet around her body, but it didn't make her any less intimidating.
Max balanced himself quickly, but didn't make any attack attempts. Liz made him back down just blocking his way to Dean.
For seconds they just stared into each other’s eyes; Liz angry and Max little lost. Dean behind Liz finally got up, sweeping a blood from the corner of his mouth to the back of his hand. He intended to take few steps closer to Max; he was no loser and the fight was nowhere near over. But Dean's plan was prevented by simple hand-raising by Liz. She was still staring at Max, and Dean glanced at her. She looked seriously pissed. Dean couldn't help his grin when he looked at Max. He was going to taste some girl power.
So Dean took few steps back just to enjoy the show. He leaned against the wall still ready to protect Liz if things got too tough.
“What happened to you, Max?” Liz asked in a gentle voice, which took Dean totally by surprise. He had waited for screaming, name calling, maybe even hitting, but not gentleness or worry.
“He is what happened to me,” Max pointed Dean, who rolled his eyes to response.
“Leave him out of this, and take a look at yourself. You look like a psycho killer and the Max I knew could never be something like that,” Liz said. Dean listened to her voice thinking about how many times that woman could still surprise him. Her actions were something she would have done seven years back, and not for Max even then.
“The Liz I knew would never have slept with jerk like that,” Max spoke between his teeth. Dean pulled himself off from the wall.
“Hey, don't go calling names on me before you know me,” Dean said. Before Max could reply Liz looked at Dean.
“Dean, honey, you are naked. Nobody can take you seriously while you’re naked.”
“Hey, that's not a nice thing to say!” Dean protested.
“Just back off. I got this,” Liz recommended and turned away from Dean. Behind Liz's back, Dean pointed first to his own eyes and then he pointed Max; I'll be watching you.
“You're wrong, Max. The Liz you thought you knew, was a fantasy girl,” Liz finally answered to Max, “Now you answer me. What happened to you?”
“I told you. He is what happened to me,” Max turned to look at Dean and addressed his words to him, “and in that second when you stop hiding behind woman's back, I will show you just how much your existence has cost me.”
Dean didn't like the way Max's eyes glistened towards him and then towards Liz. Slowly Dean reached Liz and pulled her gently against his naked body. He felt Liz stiffen a little bit, but she didn't pull away. With a big owner's smile he stroked Liz's arms.
“Sorry to let you down, Max -boy, but I don't swing that way,” Dean told him still keeping Liz as close as possible. Max's face twisted a bit and he took one step towards the couple.
“Hey!” yell came from the door. Dean didn't have to look to recognize the voice – Sam was back. Max looked startled, but so would have most people since Sam was aiming a gun to his head.
“Who are you and what the Hell are you doing in here?” Sam asked taking few steps closer. His eyes quickly visited Dean and Liz, and the eye rolling made it clear what he thought about the naked couple. Dean just grinned; partly to Sam's reaction to them, partly to Max's reaction to Sam. That pleasure didn't last long, when Max got over the gun, Sam and the first startle. He scowled at Sam and then looked back to Dean.
“You. Keep your eyes open. When you least expect it, I will get to you and that smirk of yours will disappear,” Max said keeping an eye contact to Dean. He would never admit it, but Max's words made him feel uncomfortable. Dean wasn't easy to scare like normal people, but none of the people who had threatened him before were actual people from his past who had tracked him down.
“I'm not as easy as they say,” Dean said and gave Max the best smirk he had.
Max threw one last look to Liz and left the room shoving Sam on his way out. He left deep silence after him. Sam wasn't sure which question he should ask first. Maybe he should he just recommend clothes to the other two. Dean wasn't sure what he should say to Liz. This surprise meeting with Max wasn't something Liz had ever wanted to do. Also he didn't know for sure, that would Liz stay in his arms if he broke the silence by saying something. Liz just stood there leaning on Dean's chest staring out of the window.
“I see that you two really talked things through,” Sam finally said looking everywhere but at Dean and Liz. Dean didn't feel uneasy there with Sam and Liz, and he showed it with a wide grin and a kiss placed to Liz's hair.
“I’ll go out now. For a minute. Please dress while I'm gone,” Sam got a little too uncomfortable in the room, so he turned without looking at his brother or Liz and left the motel room closing the door behind him. Dean laughed out loud, but Liz wasn't as amused.
She turned to face Dean and she looked into his eyes with serious expression on her face. It made Dean serious too when he answered to Liz's gaze.
“Dean, I need you to take Max's threat seriously. I know you think you can handle him and that he isn't real danger to you, but he possesses ways to harm you that you can't even imagine,” Liz's voice was even a little scared.
“Liz..”
“Promise me to be careful, okay? I have never seen him like that so you can expect anything from him. Just promise me,” Liz begged. Her voice, her face expression and even the way she clung to Dean's neck, gave out the worry and fear Liz felt for him because of Max. The fact that Liz was worried about what Max might do to him, made Dean a little worried too. She hadn't exactly been wary of anything that day, so when she felt fear, it got Dean too.
Dean pulled Liz to tight hug.
“I promise,” Dean whispered holding her close. She relaxed a little bit and again a weird feeling crawled into his abdomen; she cared for him and she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. Maybe she felt more towards him than she let him know.
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