Re: Remote Depths (SPN XO,UC,Adult) Ch 7 2/2/09
Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 3:48 pm
Hey! Sorry for the wait but her is Chapter Seven. And thanks for the great feedback!!
Egyptian_Kiss
AvalonRose
Maiqu
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Synera
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Chapter Seven
She was really getting nervous. She hadn’t had a vision of Dean in nearly 3 days. Sure that meant her power levels were up to what they had been before she started having these visions, but that didn’t put her mind at east.
“Look what the galaxy dragged in,” Liz heard Maria’s voice from the doorway.
She looked up from her place on her motel bed and smiled genuinely when Michael and Kyle walked in behind Maria.
Maria smiled and winked at her, “I’m going to go make sure Blondie Bitch and Giant Man don’t go and kill one another.”
Liz raised an eyebrow, “Are they really that bad today?”
Maria snorted, “Please, between Ruby being pissed that Sam won’t try using his powers and Sam being pissed that Ruby is pressuring him, and not to mention the sexual tension that not even an atomic bomb could defuse…oh yeah their getting along great,” Maria laid the sarcasm on thickly, “If the demons don’t get them first then they’ll end up killing each other…or doing each other, whichever comes first.”
Liz groaned and let her head fall back, “Great then when Dean gets out of Hell you can tell him how his little brother really IS interested in a demon.”
Maria scoffed again, “And get shot? Ha, I don’t think so. He’s your man; you tell him about his little brother’s newest obsession,” Maria called as she walked out of the room leaving a whining Liz and a confused Michael and Kyle behind.
“Um, Parker, what the HELL is going on?” Michael finally demanded after a few more moments of silence.
Liz sighed as she stood up off of the bed and stretched her now nearly 100% healed body. ‘God, she loved her advanced healing ability that Max had given her’, she couldn’t help but think when her abdomen didn’t protest her muscles movement, “Well, Mikey, that would be Hell…literally.”
The two guys looked at her like she had lost her mind.
“Lizzie, want to run that by us again,” Kyle asked in confusion.
Liz smirked humorlessly, “Hell exists, so I’m assuming that heaven does too. Anyway, Dean’s in Hell because he sold his soul to save Sam’s life, a.k.a. Giant Man. I have visions of Dean in Hell, although now they have evolved to full, corporeal trips to hell for me. Except I haven’t ‘visited’ in two days, soon to be three and if I don’t ‘visit’ I can’t get him out. Oh Yeah! And Ruby is a demon from Hell here to help and we have to find a way to get Sam cleaned of Demon blood that is in his system, from when he was a baby. Dean is Sam’s older brother. Sam apparently has a thing for Ruby and vice versa but rather than just get over it they are having screaming matches. Dean is going to have a shit fit when he finds out that his little brother has the hots for a demon and I am in love with a guy who is currently in Hell. –‘Kay, I think I have you all caught up now. So, if you’ll excuse me I have to go try and force a ‘visit’ to hell before I sell my soul to a crossroads demon just to make sure Dean is okay!”
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Michael and Kyle sat in concerned silence as they watched Liz practically stomp her way to the bathroom.
Michael looked over at Kyle when he heard Kyle sigh in a defeated kind of way, “What was that?”
Kyle scrubbed his hand over his face before glancing in the direction that Liz had left in, “That was Liz in a rare moment of uncertainty, vulnerability and helplessness. She feels useless…it doesn’t happen often, but when it does she gets sarcastic and snippy.”
Michael nodded, “Like when Alex died…”
Kyle interrupted him with a shake of the head, “When Alex died she felt alone and defensive. The last time I saw her like this her grandfather had just died.”
Michael frowned, “When was that?”
“We were 12. She and I weren’t that close at the time but I saw enough to recognize it again,” Kyle said as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Michael just nodded before getting up, but before he could go check on Liz, Kyle stopped him with a tight grasp on his elbow, “Don’t follow her, man. Just let her be. Go see what you can get from Maria. –I’ll keep Max and Isabel away from here…and maybe find some aspirin while I’m at it,” Kyle mumbled the last part.
Michael just nodded and made his way to the motel door before turning back to Kyle, “Don’t you dare leave me with a pissed Liz, an annoyed Maria, and the bickering couple, Valenti.”
Kyle scoffed but didn’t open his eyes, “Thanks for the concern, Guerin, but it’s just a headache.”
“Make sure that’s all it is,” Michael said before he walked out of the motel in search of Maria.
Kyle sighed and opened his eyes, which happened to open in the direction of the sketch pad Liz had obviously been drawing in sometime recently. Even from a good ten feet away he could see the devastation in the picture of what he could only assume was what Hell looked like from when she ‘visited’, “Buddha,” he breathed out.
He swallowed thickly and looked up at the ceiling trying to forget the image on the pad of paper, “Alex you better have some heavenly angels watching over her,” he whispered before he flicked his wrist and forced the motel comforter to keep the drawing hidden. (A/N: Yes I know, a very ‘Charmed’ power, but I couldn’t help myself. Telekinesis is one of my favorite powers.)
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She wasn’t sure what was going on but she kept herself hidden as best she could. St the moment she was forcing herself to see what was going on from a mere vision point of view. Something about the man/demon that was standing near Dean and the pissed look on Dean’s face had her staying back and keeping her from going to Dean immediately.
“Come on, Dean. What do you say? Your pain stops…all you have to do is help me torture souls. I have a feeling you’ll be great at it,” the demon taunted.
Liz could feel her eyes widen in shock as she willed Dean to tell the bastard to go fuck himself.
“Not in a million years you sick son of a bitch!” Dean ground out through clenched teeth, blood spitting from his mouth with every painful word.
The Demon shrugged his shoulders, “You’ve already been here for thirty years, Dean. A million will be here soon enough,” and then he proceeded to hold up his hand, in an obvious use of demonic powers, with Dean’s scream of agony as the biggest indication.
Liz felt her eyes well up with tears as they just kept pouring from her eyes. Her heart sped up to a terrified rate as she watched Dean get torn apart by what she could only assume were Hell Hounds. Figures that Hell Hounds would be visible to every set of eyes in Hell.
In all the depictions of them that she had seen in the books Ruby had shown her…not one Hell Hound had been depicted correctly. Their bodies looked like a skeleton with skin. The only picture she could compare them too was from that time she had seen a severely neglected horse, on the Animal Planet Channel, that had been so malnourished that it had been on the brink of death and didn’t even have the energy to eat let alone stand on its own.
It was as if the Hell Hounds themselves were tortured as well; starved for who knew how long and then let loose on the suffering souls in Hell to feed.
She wrapped her body into itself as she sobbed her heart out. She couldn’t do anything as Dean was ripped apart to nothing. Only hooks remained.
When she thought it was over she gasped in horror when Dean’s body slowly reappeared as he screamed in equal agony that he had when he was being ripped apart.
“Until tomorrow, Dean,” the demon said in amusement.
“Fuck you, Alistair,” Dean panted.
She stayed back a moment to make sure the demon, Alistair, wouldn’t sense her. And then she was corporeal and at his side, “Baby?”
“Liz?” Dean asked, still panting.
Liz nodded through her tears, “Yeah, Baby. It’s me. I’m here.
Dean laughed humorlessly, “Oh, Angel, you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice.”
Liz smiled as she ran her hand over his hair soothingly, “I’m sorry it took so long for me to come back. I don’t know what happened. I haven’t had a vision for two days. I had to force this one.”
Dean frowned, “Force it? You didn’t hurt yourself did you?”
She laughed in disbelief at his question and shook her head, “No, Baby, I meditated.”
Dean just nodded, but she could see the tension still in his body.
“Can you do me a favor, Baby?” she asked him as an idea came to her.
Dean raised an eyebrow, “What kind of favor could you possibly come up with here?
Liz pleaded with her eyes even though he couldn’t see her, “Please. Just trust me, please, Baby.”
Dean sighed and nodded, “Alright, what do you want me to do?”
Liz smiled, “Close your eyes and think of some place that is safe and painless for you; something serene and calming.”
As he closed his eyes Liz placed her hand on his forehead and closed her eyes as she let her power flow through her.
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Dean opened his eyes when he didn’t feel any more pain. There in front of him stood his baby; his Impala…with junk yard cars and parts all around him.
“Not exactly what I would have chosen for serene and calming, but hey to each his own,” said an angelic voice form behind him.
He slowly turned around; not believing what he was seeing. Not only was he at ‘Bobby’s’ but a beautiful brunette who couldn’t have been more than 5’3’’ was standing on ‘Bobby’s back porch’.
“Liz?” he asked hopefully.
She smiled widely and slowly walked down the few porch steps, “In the flesh…” she frowned her brow in confusion, “well, kinda. This is just a type of dream sequence. We look as we normally do but we’re away from any outside forces of pain.”
Dean felt his eyes widen and pointed to the scene around him though he never took his eyes off of her, “You created this?”
She smiled and shrugged, “I borrowed your idea and made it as real for you as I could. The Impala, the house, the junkyard… it’s all from your mental recollection. Kind of like a projection only you can touch it. –Besides I’m pretty sure the Impala has a new addition to it in reality.”
Dean sighed and closed his eyes, “What did Sammy do to my car?”
“He may have hooked up an iPod to the stereo,” he could hear the amusement in her voice.
Dean’s eyes snapped open in anger and shock, “He…he…he violated my car!”
Liz smiled and rolled her eyes as she stopped about a foot in front of him, “Oh please, Baby, like you never had sex in the back seat of your Impala. I don’t think an iPod can do that much damage.”
Her words were blasphemy but the twinkle in her eyes had him narrowing his own in suspicion, “What did you do?”
She just smirked wider and shrugged, “In my moment of panic of not seeing you for two days, I may have taken my aggressions out on your brother’s iPod.”
Dean smirked, “You destroyed is iPod?”
Liz shook her head, “Oh no, it’s still there. It’s now just filled with porn and boy bands…and he can’t take them off no matter what computer software system he uses,” she said completely casually.
Dean’s smile just got wider as he listened to what she had done to Sammy’s iPod. ‘Served the little bitch right for violating his precious Impala,’ he thought to himself as he said, “You are a little witch.”
Liz shrugged, “Eh, would have had to have happened eventually, little asshole suggested I put one in my brand new Charger.”
Dean shook his head in amusement as she moved around him and sat on the hook of his Impala. ‘Damn, his two girls looked sexy’ he couldn’t help but think to himself as he took in the image she gave him.
Even though she was short she had long, shapely legs encased in skin tight jeans. Her feet were poking out from under her jeans in red flip-flops, topped with deep read toenails. Her skin glowed against her white tank top that hugged her waist and emphasized the swell of her breasts. Her dark hair was down in curls and her chocolate eyes were looking at him in concern, while she smiled at him in an upbeat way as if trying to keep his mood light. She was even more angelic than he had originally pictured.
He hadn’t realized he was staring until her concerned voice pulled him out of his thoughts, “Dean?”
He gave her a smile, “Yeah, Angel?”
She was silent for a moment as she continued to look him in the eye, “What was that with Alistair?” she whispered.
He sighed and looked away. If it had been anyone else to ask his that, even Sam, he would have lied. But this was Liz, the woman who had stayed by his side through the worst of this. He couldn’t lie…not about this.
He looked back at her when he felt something tug at the belt loops of his jeans. He easily moved forward as she pulled him to stand between her legs.
“You know you can tell me anything, Baby,” she said softly.
“You know time moves differently in Hell?” he murmured after a moment.
“I had a feeling it did. Your injuries were always too different each time I saw you. But I wasn’t sure the ratio,” she acknowledged.
Dean moved his gaze to her hair as he gently smoothed her hair behind her ear, “From what I was able to figure it about 10 years for every 1 month.”
When he caught her eyes he felt his heart constrict at what he saw; her eyes filled with tears, “Angel…” he trailed off, not knowing what to say.
“You’ve been here for 30 years already? –How often does Alistair ask you that?” she choked out.
“Every day,” he reluctantly admitted. “I’ve never said yes,” he said softly, “but it gets harder each time to say no.”
She nodded in understanding, which surprised him more than seeing his mother ‘alive’ had when he had been captured by the djinn.
“The anger and pain of being in hell,” she said softly, “of being tortured, it’d be hard for anyone.”
There was something in her voice that didn’t settle well with him. “Who hurt you?” he demanded softly as he cupped her face in his hands.
Liz sniffled, “When Alex died…I knew he didn’t kill himself. You don’t plan a romantic date with your girlfriend and then kill yourself before you go through with it. Besides, I had never seen him happier. When I wanted to prove everyone wrong they just kept telling me I was being selfish and that it was okay to hurt when my best friend killed himself; but they thought I was taking it to an extreme. Max wouldn’t even think alien involvement was a possibility. And then when it turned out to be Tess…he protected her. He said he was protecting his son,” she shook her head vigorously, “But even after Zan was born he protected her. He wouldn’t even let me blast her. –She could protect herself, so it wasn’t like my powers would have done anything to her. But he wouldn’t even let me get some kind of revenge for Alex. She was the mother of his son and that was more important. –I’m not saying she didn’t love Zan, I know she did…but she still killed Alex. Being a mother didn’t absolve her of murder.”
He watched as she angrily wiped away the tears that fell down her face. He wasn’t goo with crying women or being a comforting shoulder to cry on; but he had a feeling she just needed him to listen. That he could do. He could also beat the shit out of this Max guy if he ever had a chance to meet him.
She sighed and breathed deeply, “I know that doesn’t even compare to what you’re going through, but I wanted others to feel what I was feeling at that time, too. It’s normal, as long as you don’t act in the same fashion that caused you the pain.”
Dean was silent, thinking about what she was saying. He knew as long as she came to see him, he wouldn’t say yes to Alistair, but... “How did you deal with it all though?”
He raised an eyebrow when she blushed, giggled in embarrassment and looked away.
“Liz?”
She cleared her throat, “Um, do you remember me telling you about Sean, Maria’s cousin?”
Dean chuckled a bit, despite the twinge of jealousy that he felt at the mention of this other guy that had obviously meant something to her, “Yeah, you said he helped you with your first B&E.”
Liz’s hand came up to her head as she scratched her scalp nervously, “Yeah, well, he introduced me to angry make out sessions, too.”
He chuckled. He was both amused and exceedingly jealous all at the same time, “Angry sex? Angel, color me surprised.”
Liz playfully glared at him, “We never actually got to the sex part…Maria walked in on us.”
Dean laughed at that and pulled her into his arms, feeling relieved that someone else hadn’t introduced her to angry sex.
He laid his head on the top of hers as he held her in his arms for the first time. Her face buried in his chest and her hands resting on his abdomen…he had never felt more at home than he did with her now.
After a while of holding her he pulled back and raised an eyebrow, “How’s Sammy doing?”
She groaned and playfully ‘bashed’ her head against his chest, “When you’re out of Hell…make sure your brother gets laid. He and Ruby are driving me nuts. –I’ve got those two being all with the unresolved sexual tension, Maria with her bitchiness when she’s a little strung out, Kyle trying to get used of his powers and Michael in overprotective, Big Brother mode.”
Dean was amused but concerned at the same time, “Do you think Ruby is a problem?”
Liz sighed and pulled back from him and lay back on the hood of his car. He was using every ounce of energy to pay attention to what she was saying and not the image of pure erotic beauty that she obviously didn’t even realize she was, especially at that moment.
“So far he’s turning down her offers to practice his powers; and he looked pretty hopeful when I mentioned the cleansing. So, I’m hoping that he accepts my offer, it works and all you have to worry about is your brother shaking up with a demon,” she stretched as she finished.
As she arched her back a bit her tank top road up giving him a tantalizing view of her golden, toned stomach. “Angel, you keep doing that and I’m going to teach you anything and everything you want to know about sex, here and now,” he said huskily.
Liz blushed but laughed a bit as well before gripping his black t-shirt in her hand and pulling him down so he was leaning over her, “Is that a fact, Mr. Winchester?”
He leaned his weight on his right arm and buried his left hand in her hair as he leaned down closer to her face, “That’s a promise, Miss. Parker,” he said seriously before closing the gap and capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
The kiss grew as they both fought to remember the others taste. He pulled back to let her breathe and proceeded to kiss down her neck and over her collar bone. They continued like that with Liz wrapping her arms around his shoulders and threading her fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth back to hers.
Liz moaned and lifted her hips into his causing him to hiss in her ear.
“Angel, you do that again and I really will not be able to stop myself from ravishing you completely and entirely on the hood of my car,” he said trying to convince her to stop. He didn’t really want to have to come out and say why he wanted them to stop right now. This wasn’t exactly the place that he wanted to get to know her this intimately.
She laughed and nodded, “You forget, Baby, I’m from a state that has nothing but desert for miles…hood of a car…it’s been in the vault of fantasies for a while…but okay, I’ll stop.”
Dean narrowed his eyes at her, “You’re a minx; do you know that?”
She smiled and leaned up to kiss him again, though softer and quicker than before, “So you’ve said before.”
He chuckled deep in his chest and pressed a small kiss to her lips and pulling back and pushing her further onto the hood of the Impala before joining her to just lay there and bask in the ‘sunlight’ as she used his chest for a pillow.
She cuddled into his side and he rested his hand possessively, but gently and lovingly, on her hip while rubbing circles on a patch of her bare skin whit his thumb.
Feeling content for the first time in what was to him years he relaxed and unintentionally fell into a deep sleep.
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Liz slowly opened her eyes with a smile on her face…until she felt a motel sheet under her head and not a muscled chest. She squeezed her eyes shut knowing that he was back in Hell and still in pain. She could only hope that what she had given him was enough to last him a bit longer.
“Liz!” she heard Sam say in relief. She turned her head and saw him making his way to the side of her bed.
She frowned in concern, “Sam? What’s wrong?”
He looked at her in concern, “You’ve been asleep for a few days. What happened?”
She shrugged and stretched, “I used more energy than intended this time around apparently.”
Sam frowned deeper, “What did you do?”
Liz smiled, “I gave him something else to fight for.”
Sam looked confused for a second and then his eyes shot up in surprise, “You told him you liked him?”
Liz laughed and shook her head, “I gave him a dreamscape away from Hell…and made out with him on the hood of his car.”
Sam then let out a bark of laughter, “Oh God, he’s met his match with you that’s for sure.”
She gave him appreciative smile and then sat up and got completely serious, “Sam, do you want to try the cleansing?”
“You’re calling time on that already?” Sam asked a bit surprised.
Liz sighed, “I wasn’t planning to but then Dean told me he’s been in Hell for over 30 years already. I have to do something.”
“Shit!” Sam swore in anger before slowly nodding, “Yeah, I want to try it.”
Liz nodded, “Okay, I want to try and get your blood cleaned first. Michael will be able to help me pull Dean out hopefully and with Kyle, his power is newer,
stronger because it is so raw. So I’ll be able to tap into his to stabilize my powers while I fix whatever Azazel did, okay?”
Sam took a deep breath and nodded, “Yeah.”
“You up to doing this tomorrow?” Liz asked seriously.
Sam just looked her in the eyes for a moment and nodded, “Okay.”
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Castiel sighed, “You know I can’t get him out yet. It’s still too dangerous!”
The brunette man standing in front of Castiel narrowed his eyes, “I am aware of that. It’s my point exactly! You know damn well if you don’t get him out she’ll get him out. If it’s dangerous for you how is it going to be for her?” the man demanded.
Castiel sighed, “Do you really think she won’t succeed in getting him out?”
The man rolled his eyes, “Of course she’ll get him out! There is no doubt about that. She’ll go to the ends of the earth for those she loves. But fixing Sam and getting Dean out…she’ll run herself too thin. We don’t know what that kind of power use will do to her!”
Castiel sighed, “You have to have faith that she’ll be okay.”
The man glared at Castiel, “’Okay’ doesn’t always mean alive. And ‘okay’ doesn’t mean that Dean and Sam will agree to cooperate if she’s hurt in anyway.”
Castiel and the man just looked at one another…neither backing down from their argument.
tbc...
Egyptian_Kiss
AvalonRose
Maiqu
Twilighteyes
alexceasar
Synera
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garcia88
Chapter Seven
She was really getting nervous. She hadn’t had a vision of Dean in nearly 3 days. Sure that meant her power levels were up to what they had been before she started having these visions, but that didn’t put her mind at east.
“Look what the galaxy dragged in,” Liz heard Maria’s voice from the doorway.
She looked up from her place on her motel bed and smiled genuinely when Michael and Kyle walked in behind Maria.
Maria smiled and winked at her, “I’m going to go make sure Blondie Bitch and Giant Man don’t go and kill one another.”
Liz raised an eyebrow, “Are they really that bad today?”
Maria snorted, “Please, between Ruby being pissed that Sam won’t try using his powers and Sam being pissed that Ruby is pressuring him, and not to mention the sexual tension that not even an atomic bomb could defuse…oh yeah their getting along great,” Maria laid the sarcasm on thickly, “If the demons don’t get them first then they’ll end up killing each other…or doing each other, whichever comes first.”
Liz groaned and let her head fall back, “Great then when Dean gets out of Hell you can tell him how his little brother really IS interested in a demon.”
Maria scoffed again, “And get shot? Ha, I don’t think so. He’s your man; you tell him about his little brother’s newest obsession,” Maria called as she walked out of the room leaving a whining Liz and a confused Michael and Kyle behind.
“Um, Parker, what the HELL is going on?” Michael finally demanded after a few more moments of silence.
Liz sighed as she stood up off of the bed and stretched her now nearly 100% healed body. ‘God, she loved her advanced healing ability that Max had given her’, she couldn’t help but think when her abdomen didn’t protest her muscles movement, “Well, Mikey, that would be Hell…literally.”
The two guys looked at her like she had lost her mind.
“Lizzie, want to run that by us again,” Kyle asked in confusion.
Liz smirked humorlessly, “Hell exists, so I’m assuming that heaven does too. Anyway, Dean’s in Hell because he sold his soul to save Sam’s life, a.k.a. Giant Man. I have visions of Dean in Hell, although now they have evolved to full, corporeal trips to hell for me. Except I haven’t ‘visited’ in two days, soon to be three and if I don’t ‘visit’ I can’t get him out. Oh Yeah! And Ruby is a demon from Hell here to help and we have to find a way to get Sam cleaned of Demon blood that is in his system, from when he was a baby. Dean is Sam’s older brother. Sam apparently has a thing for Ruby and vice versa but rather than just get over it they are having screaming matches. Dean is going to have a shit fit when he finds out that his little brother has the hots for a demon and I am in love with a guy who is currently in Hell. –‘Kay, I think I have you all caught up now. So, if you’ll excuse me I have to go try and force a ‘visit’ to hell before I sell my soul to a crossroads demon just to make sure Dean is okay!”
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Michael and Kyle sat in concerned silence as they watched Liz practically stomp her way to the bathroom.
Michael looked over at Kyle when he heard Kyle sigh in a defeated kind of way, “What was that?”
Kyle scrubbed his hand over his face before glancing in the direction that Liz had left in, “That was Liz in a rare moment of uncertainty, vulnerability and helplessness. She feels useless…it doesn’t happen often, but when it does she gets sarcastic and snippy.”
Michael nodded, “Like when Alex died…”
Kyle interrupted him with a shake of the head, “When Alex died she felt alone and defensive. The last time I saw her like this her grandfather had just died.”
Michael frowned, “When was that?”
“We were 12. She and I weren’t that close at the time but I saw enough to recognize it again,” Kyle said as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Michael just nodded before getting up, but before he could go check on Liz, Kyle stopped him with a tight grasp on his elbow, “Don’t follow her, man. Just let her be. Go see what you can get from Maria. –I’ll keep Max and Isabel away from here…and maybe find some aspirin while I’m at it,” Kyle mumbled the last part.
Michael just nodded and made his way to the motel door before turning back to Kyle, “Don’t you dare leave me with a pissed Liz, an annoyed Maria, and the bickering couple, Valenti.”
Kyle scoffed but didn’t open his eyes, “Thanks for the concern, Guerin, but it’s just a headache.”
“Make sure that’s all it is,” Michael said before he walked out of the motel in search of Maria.
Kyle sighed and opened his eyes, which happened to open in the direction of the sketch pad Liz had obviously been drawing in sometime recently. Even from a good ten feet away he could see the devastation in the picture of what he could only assume was what Hell looked like from when she ‘visited’, “Buddha,” he breathed out.
He swallowed thickly and looked up at the ceiling trying to forget the image on the pad of paper, “Alex you better have some heavenly angels watching over her,” he whispered before he flicked his wrist and forced the motel comforter to keep the drawing hidden. (A/N: Yes I know, a very ‘Charmed’ power, but I couldn’t help myself. Telekinesis is one of my favorite powers.)
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She wasn’t sure what was going on but she kept herself hidden as best she could. St the moment she was forcing herself to see what was going on from a mere vision point of view. Something about the man/demon that was standing near Dean and the pissed look on Dean’s face had her staying back and keeping her from going to Dean immediately.
“Come on, Dean. What do you say? Your pain stops…all you have to do is help me torture souls. I have a feeling you’ll be great at it,” the demon taunted.
Liz could feel her eyes widen in shock as she willed Dean to tell the bastard to go fuck himself.
“Not in a million years you sick son of a bitch!” Dean ground out through clenched teeth, blood spitting from his mouth with every painful word.
The Demon shrugged his shoulders, “You’ve already been here for thirty years, Dean. A million will be here soon enough,” and then he proceeded to hold up his hand, in an obvious use of demonic powers, with Dean’s scream of agony as the biggest indication.
Liz felt her eyes well up with tears as they just kept pouring from her eyes. Her heart sped up to a terrified rate as she watched Dean get torn apart by what she could only assume were Hell Hounds. Figures that Hell Hounds would be visible to every set of eyes in Hell.
In all the depictions of them that she had seen in the books Ruby had shown her…not one Hell Hound had been depicted correctly. Their bodies looked like a skeleton with skin. The only picture she could compare them too was from that time she had seen a severely neglected horse, on the Animal Planet Channel, that had been so malnourished that it had been on the brink of death and didn’t even have the energy to eat let alone stand on its own.
It was as if the Hell Hounds themselves were tortured as well; starved for who knew how long and then let loose on the suffering souls in Hell to feed.
She wrapped her body into itself as she sobbed her heart out. She couldn’t do anything as Dean was ripped apart to nothing. Only hooks remained.
When she thought it was over she gasped in horror when Dean’s body slowly reappeared as he screamed in equal agony that he had when he was being ripped apart.
“Until tomorrow, Dean,” the demon said in amusement.
“Fuck you, Alistair,” Dean panted.
She stayed back a moment to make sure the demon, Alistair, wouldn’t sense her. And then she was corporeal and at his side, “Baby?”
“Liz?” Dean asked, still panting.
Liz nodded through her tears, “Yeah, Baby. It’s me. I’m here.
Dean laughed humorlessly, “Oh, Angel, you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice.”
Liz smiled as she ran her hand over his hair soothingly, “I’m sorry it took so long for me to come back. I don’t know what happened. I haven’t had a vision for two days. I had to force this one.”
Dean frowned, “Force it? You didn’t hurt yourself did you?”
She laughed in disbelief at his question and shook her head, “No, Baby, I meditated.”
Dean just nodded, but she could see the tension still in his body.
“Can you do me a favor, Baby?” she asked him as an idea came to her.
Dean raised an eyebrow, “What kind of favor could you possibly come up with here?
Liz pleaded with her eyes even though he couldn’t see her, “Please. Just trust me, please, Baby.”
Dean sighed and nodded, “Alright, what do you want me to do?”
Liz smiled, “Close your eyes and think of some place that is safe and painless for you; something serene and calming.”
As he closed his eyes Liz placed her hand on his forehead and closed her eyes as she let her power flow through her.
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Dean opened his eyes when he didn’t feel any more pain. There in front of him stood his baby; his Impala…with junk yard cars and parts all around him.
“Not exactly what I would have chosen for serene and calming, but hey to each his own,” said an angelic voice form behind him.
He slowly turned around; not believing what he was seeing. Not only was he at ‘Bobby’s’ but a beautiful brunette who couldn’t have been more than 5’3’’ was standing on ‘Bobby’s back porch’.
“Liz?” he asked hopefully.
She smiled widely and slowly walked down the few porch steps, “In the flesh…” she frowned her brow in confusion, “well, kinda. This is just a type of dream sequence. We look as we normally do but we’re away from any outside forces of pain.”
Dean felt his eyes widen and pointed to the scene around him though he never took his eyes off of her, “You created this?”
She smiled and shrugged, “I borrowed your idea and made it as real for you as I could. The Impala, the house, the junkyard… it’s all from your mental recollection. Kind of like a projection only you can touch it. –Besides I’m pretty sure the Impala has a new addition to it in reality.”
Dean sighed and closed his eyes, “What did Sammy do to my car?”
“He may have hooked up an iPod to the stereo,” he could hear the amusement in her voice.
Dean’s eyes snapped open in anger and shock, “He…he…he violated my car!”
Liz smiled and rolled her eyes as she stopped about a foot in front of him, “Oh please, Baby, like you never had sex in the back seat of your Impala. I don’t think an iPod can do that much damage.”
Her words were blasphemy but the twinkle in her eyes had him narrowing his own in suspicion, “What did you do?”
She just smirked wider and shrugged, “In my moment of panic of not seeing you for two days, I may have taken my aggressions out on your brother’s iPod.”
Dean smirked, “You destroyed is iPod?”
Liz shook her head, “Oh no, it’s still there. It’s now just filled with porn and boy bands…and he can’t take them off no matter what computer software system he uses,” she said completely casually.
Dean’s smile just got wider as he listened to what she had done to Sammy’s iPod. ‘Served the little bitch right for violating his precious Impala,’ he thought to himself as he said, “You are a little witch.”
Liz shrugged, “Eh, would have had to have happened eventually, little asshole suggested I put one in my brand new Charger.”
Dean shook his head in amusement as she moved around him and sat on the hook of his Impala. ‘Damn, his two girls looked sexy’ he couldn’t help but think to himself as he took in the image she gave him.
Even though she was short she had long, shapely legs encased in skin tight jeans. Her feet were poking out from under her jeans in red flip-flops, topped with deep read toenails. Her skin glowed against her white tank top that hugged her waist and emphasized the swell of her breasts. Her dark hair was down in curls and her chocolate eyes were looking at him in concern, while she smiled at him in an upbeat way as if trying to keep his mood light. She was even more angelic than he had originally pictured.
He hadn’t realized he was staring until her concerned voice pulled him out of his thoughts, “Dean?”
He gave her a smile, “Yeah, Angel?”
She was silent for a moment as she continued to look him in the eye, “What was that with Alistair?” she whispered.
He sighed and looked away. If it had been anyone else to ask his that, even Sam, he would have lied. But this was Liz, the woman who had stayed by his side through the worst of this. He couldn’t lie…not about this.
He looked back at her when he felt something tug at the belt loops of his jeans. He easily moved forward as she pulled him to stand between her legs.
“You know you can tell me anything, Baby,” she said softly.
“You know time moves differently in Hell?” he murmured after a moment.
“I had a feeling it did. Your injuries were always too different each time I saw you. But I wasn’t sure the ratio,” she acknowledged.
Dean moved his gaze to her hair as he gently smoothed her hair behind her ear, “From what I was able to figure it about 10 years for every 1 month.”
When he caught her eyes he felt his heart constrict at what he saw; her eyes filled with tears, “Angel…” he trailed off, not knowing what to say.
“You’ve been here for 30 years already? –How often does Alistair ask you that?” she choked out.
“Every day,” he reluctantly admitted. “I’ve never said yes,” he said softly, “but it gets harder each time to say no.”
She nodded in understanding, which surprised him more than seeing his mother ‘alive’ had when he had been captured by the djinn.
“The anger and pain of being in hell,” she said softly, “of being tortured, it’d be hard for anyone.”
There was something in her voice that didn’t settle well with him. “Who hurt you?” he demanded softly as he cupped her face in his hands.
Liz sniffled, “When Alex died…I knew he didn’t kill himself. You don’t plan a romantic date with your girlfriend and then kill yourself before you go through with it. Besides, I had never seen him happier. When I wanted to prove everyone wrong they just kept telling me I was being selfish and that it was okay to hurt when my best friend killed himself; but they thought I was taking it to an extreme. Max wouldn’t even think alien involvement was a possibility. And then when it turned out to be Tess…he protected her. He said he was protecting his son,” she shook her head vigorously, “But even after Zan was born he protected her. He wouldn’t even let me blast her. –She could protect herself, so it wasn’t like my powers would have done anything to her. But he wouldn’t even let me get some kind of revenge for Alex. She was the mother of his son and that was more important. –I’m not saying she didn’t love Zan, I know she did…but she still killed Alex. Being a mother didn’t absolve her of murder.”
He watched as she angrily wiped away the tears that fell down her face. He wasn’t goo with crying women or being a comforting shoulder to cry on; but he had a feeling she just needed him to listen. That he could do. He could also beat the shit out of this Max guy if he ever had a chance to meet him.
She sighed and breathed deeply, “I know that doesn’t even compare to what you’re going through, but I wanted others to feel what I was feeling at that time, too. It’s normal, as long as you don’t act in the same fashion that caused you the pain.”
Dean was silent, thinking about what she was saying. He knew as long as she came to see him, he wouldn’t say yes to Alistair, but... “How did you deal with it all though?”
He raised an eyebrow when she blushed, giggled in embarrassment and looked away.
“Liz?”
She cleared her throat, “Um, do you remember me telling you about Sean, Maria’s cousin?”
Dean chuckled a bit, despite the twinge of jealousy that he felt at the mention of this other guy that had obviously meant something to her, “Yeah, you said he helped you with your first B&E.”
Liz’s hand came up to her head as she scratched her scalp nervously, “Yeah, well, he introduced me to angry make out sessions, too.”
He chuckled. He was both amused and exceedingly jealous all at the same time, “Angry sex? Angel, color me surprised.”
Liz playfully glared at him, “We never actually got to the sex part…Maria walked in on us.”
Dean laughed at that and pulled her into his arms, feeling relieved that someone else hadn’t introduced her to angry sex.
He laid his head on the top of hers as he held her in his arms for the first time. Her face buried in his chest and her hands resting on his abdomen…he had never felt more at home than he did with her now.
After a while of holding her he pulled back and raised an eyebrow, “How’s Sammy doing?”
She groaned and playfully ‘bashed’ her head against his chest, “When you’re out of Hell…make sure your brother gets laid. He and Ruby are driving me nuts. –I’ve got those two being all with the unresolved sexual tension, Maria with her bitchiness when she’s a little strung out, Kyle trying to get used of his powers and Michael in overprotective, Big Brother mode.”
Dean was amused but concerned at the same time, “Do you think Ruby is a problem?”
Liz sighed and pulled back from him and lay back on the hood of his car. He was using every ounce of energy to pay attention to what she was saying and not the image of pure erotic beauty that she obviously didn’t even realize she was, especially at that moment.
“So far he’s turning down her offers to practice his powers; and he looked pretty hopeful when I mentioned the cleansing. So, I’m hoping that he accepts my offer, it works and all you have to worry about is your brother shaking up with a demon,” she stretched as she finished.
As she arched her back a bit her tank top road up giving him a tantalizing view of her golden, toned stomach. “Angel, you keep doing that and I’m going to teach you anything and everything you want to know about sex, here and now,” he said huskily.
Liz blushed but laughed a bit as well before gripping his black t-shirt in her hand and pulling him down so he was leaning over her, “Is that a fact, Mr. Winchester?”
He leaned his weight on his right arm and buried his left hand in her hair as he leaned down closer to her face, “That’s a promise, Miss. Parker,” he said seriously before closing the gap and capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
The kiss grew as they both fought to remember the others taste. He pulled back to let her breathe and proceeded to kiss down her neck and over her collar bone. They continued like that with Liz wrapping her arms around his shoulders and threading her fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth back to hers.
Liz moaned and lifted her hips into his causing him to hiss in her ear.
“Angel, you do that again and I really will not be able to stop myself from ravishing you completely and entirely on the hood of my car,” he said trying to convince her to stop. He didn’t really want to have to come out and say why he wanted them to stop right now. This wasn’t exactly the place that he wanted to get to know her this intimately.
She laughed and nodded, “You forget, Baby, I’m from a state that has nothing but desert for miles…hood of a car…it’s been in the vault of fantasies for a while…but okay, I’ll stop.”
Dean narrowed his eyes at her, “You’re a minx; do you know that?”
She smiled and leaned up to kiss him again, though softer and quicker than before, “So you’ve said before.”
He chuckled deep in his chest and pressed a small kiss to her lips and pulling back and pushing her further onto the hood of the Impala before joining her to just lay there and bask in the ‘sunlight’ as she used his chest for a pillow.
She cuddled into his side and he rested his hand possessively, but gently and lovingly, on her hip while rubbing circles on a patch of her bare skin whit his thumb.
Feeling content for the first time in what was to him years he relaxed and unintentionally fell into a deep sleep.
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Liz slowly opened her eyes with a smile on her face…until she felt a motel sheet under her head and not a muscled chest. She squeezed her eyes shut knowing that he was back in Hell and still in pain. She could only hope that what she had given him was enough to last him a bit longer.
“Liz!” she heard Sam say in relief. She turned her head and saw him making his way to the side of her bed.
She frowned in concern, “Sam? What’s wrong?”
He looked at her in concern, “You’ve been asleep for a few days. What happened?”
She shrugged and stretched, “I used more energy than intended this time around apparently.”
Sam frowned deeper, “What did you do?”
Liz smiled, “I gave him something else to fight for.”
Sam looked confused for a second and then his eyes shot up in surprise, “You told him you liked him?”
Liz laughed and shook her head, “I gave him a dreamscape away from Hell…and made out with him on the hood of his car.”
Sam then let out a bark of laughter, “Oh God, he’s met his match with you that’s for sure.”
She gave him appreciative smile and then sat up and got completely serious, “Sam, do you want to try the cleansing?”
“You’re calling time on that already?” Sam asked a bit surprised.
Liz sighed, “I wasn’t planning to but then Dean told me he’s been in Hell for over 30 years already. I have to do something.”
“Shit!” Sam swore in anger before slowly nodding, “Yeah, I want to try it.”
Liz nodded, “Okay, I want to try and get your blood cleaned first. Michael will be able to help me pull Dean out hopefully and with Kyle, his power is newer,
stronger because it is so raw. So I’ll be able to tap into his to stabilize my powers while I fix whatever Azazel did, okay?”
Sam took a deep breath and nodded, “Yeah.”
“You up to doing this tomorrow?” Liz asked seriously.
Sam just looked her in the eyes for a moment and nodded, “Okay.”
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Castiel sighed, “You know I can’t get him out yet. It’s still too dangerous!”
The brunette man standing in front of Castiel narrowed his eyes, “I am aware of that. It’s my point exactly! You know damn well if you don’t get him out she’ll get him out. If it’s dangerous for you how is it going to be for her?” the man demanded.
Castiel sighed, “Do you really think she won’t succeed in getting him out?”
The man rolled his eyes, “Of course she’ll get him out! There is no doubt about that. She’ll go to the ends of the earth for those she loves. But fixing Sam and getting Dean out…she’ll run herself too thin. We don’t know what that kind of power use will do to her!”
Castiel sighed, “You have to have faith that she’ll be okay.”
The man glared at Castiel, “’Okay’ doesn’t always mean alive. And ‘okay’ doesn’t mean that Dean and Sam will agree to cooperate if she’s hurt in anyway.”
Castiel and the man just looked at one another…neither backing down from their argument.
tbc...