Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. Supernatural belongs to the CW and Eric Kripke
Category: XO with Supernatural
Pairings: Liz/Dean
Rating: Mature. Do you like swearing? I know I do.
Summary: Liz made a choice after Alex’s death. Set after Cry Your Name in Roswell and after Family Remains in Supernatural
Good Intentions
Chapter One
She screamed as she was dragged in, twisting and turning, desperately trying to shake the demons that held her. The room was dark and sickeningly hot, she felt her hair stick to her face from sweat and blood. The two demons strapped her onto the table, tightening so hard she heard a sharp crack from her ankle breaking. She screamed out in agony.
She should have been used to it. She had been here for lord knows how long but every time she would scream and cry from the fear and pain, and they knew that.
Something was different this time around. Standing at the other side of the ‘room’ was a man. He was sharpening something, a knife of some sort. It was the first time she’d seen another like her, mostly it was disfigured demons, and she almost felt relief.
That feeling soon left her when the man turned around. He was young, older than her, but still obviously in his twenties. He was shirtless, dirty blonde hair and green eyes, and had he not been covered in blood with a machete in his hand she would have found him quite attractive.
His face turned from an evil grin to shock when her brown doe eyes met his. He opened his mouth and quickly shut it again.
She stared at him, confused. All the other times she had been tortured it had been by a demon, and they had no reason to look like a man down here.
“Is this some kind of joke?” She croaked out, barely recognizing the sound of her own voice.
He lowered his weapon and stalled for a moment. One of the demon’s went over and pressed him into the wall. “We can always strap you back in, Dean-o.”
The man’s eyes watered before picking his machete back up and starting toward the young woman. He tried not to think about her face which even covered by the dirt and blood was still beautiful. He tried not to think about her small form that was battered and beaten, tried to ignore her cries to please stop. He tried to forget the sound of her screams and the feeling of her warm blood splattering against his face.
All he could do was close his eyes, move his arm and whisper “I’m sorry…I’m sorry”
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Dean shot out of bed, ignoring the look his brother gave him.
He had had that dream again. No matter how many people he had tortured it always went back to that girl. The first girl he had seen in hell. She had haunted him like a ghost you couldn’t salt and burn.
Shaking his head he rose and headed straight for the shower. The fact that he had had to torture her wasn’t what bothered him most. She was in hell, after all and he had done it to thousands and thousands after. It was the fact that after that first time, every time she came back she would look at him, concerned and say, “Its okay.”
He had tried to let go of his time there. He wanted to focus on the job, and Sammy, and being lucky enough to be alive again. Her voice…her face plagued everything he ever did.
“You made your bed, Dean.” He told himself, shutting off the water.
Now all he had to do was lie in it.
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She woke with a gasp, expecting herself to be met with a burning fire and a cold slab of stone and excruciating pain.
Instead she woke to a silk covered board above her head. Slowly, she examined her small quarters. One board beneath her, one on top, one on each side, and one above and below, all covered in soft silk.
She was in a coffin.
If that fact didn’t scare her enough, the fact that when she hit the boards to open them, a hard thud sounded. This led her to believe she was probably buried in the coffin, probably six feet deep, which could only mean one thing.
She was alive.
Her first breath of air caused tears to form in her eyes. By the world’s standards, by any standards, she shouldn’t have made it out. She had clawed and wriggled her way out of her coffin, and the dirt that buried it.
Dusting her body off, she glanced at her surroundings. A cemetery, no doubt. If this was a weird level of hell that she had just reached she didn’t want to know. The tombstone above her grave read Elizabeth Parker; beloved daughter and friend. The area around the plot was torn up from her rebirth. Trying as best she could to make it look quasi normal again she went through the most logical options as to where she was in her head.
‘One, Zombie. No thirst for brains, so that’s not it.’ She thought in her head.
‘Two. New game. Lilith’s gone to elaborate lengths to fuck with me. Three. This is really happening. Someone got me out of hell.’
She glanced down at her dirt covered dress, black dress, and began to walk. She was in Roswell, that was for sure. There was a convenience store just down the road. The clerk stared at her as she walked in, the little bell jingling. She looked like she had just been rolled in the mud after a funeral.
“Is that your car out there?” She croaked out.
The clerk nodded. His was the only car in the lot.
“Oh. I think someone broke into it.” His eyes went wide and he ran from behind the counter.
Someone had broken into it. She had smashed the window but there wasn’t much to take. As he left the store, she snuck behind the counter and opened the till, pulling out all the money inside. On her way out she grabbed five things, a snickers bar, a newspaper, water, a lighter, and finally a pack of Marlboro lights. She wasn’t a smoker before hand, but she’d figured she’d already died, what more could cigarettes do?
The chocolate bar was salty and sweet and delicious, the way she’d imagined it would be. She walked straight passed the clerk, who was too busy yelling in a foreign language at the police, she presumed, to notice her. Finally coming to a rest stop she sat a picnic table and began to read. January 5th, 2009.
Three years, just about. Her body should be decayed and rotted. She should at least have sustained injuries from her death, but there was nothing wrong with her, that she could see.
Finishing the last of her Snickers bar, she started on a cigarette, watching a young couple drive into the parking lot. Both exiting the car at the same time, they met sweetly for a kiss before heading off separately for the restrooms.
They hadn’t noticed her. She took note of this opportunity and walked straight over to the car. Opening the door, she was disappointed as she noticed he hadn’t left his keys in the car. Holding her hand out, she felt energy begin to flow from her palm. The engine roared to life shortly after. At least that still worked.
The wind whipped about her face as she drove down the streets of Roswell, she contemplated going to see her family.
But to her family, she had been dead for three years, and maybe it was better that way.
She had been a good person all her life. Believed in God, prayed, went to church when she could, so why would a person like her end up in hell?
It was simple, really. She would do anything for her friends.
The mood had been good in the Crashdown until Jim had come. Maria’s blood curdling shriek forced everyone on edge, and Liz had been the first to catch her.
Alex was dead. Max couldn’t fix it. But as everyone else stood outside the morgue accepting his death and sobbing into each other, she was formulating a plan in her head. She would not let Alex die…not like this.
Her grandmother had left her many things, memories, stories, books. Tales of the occult which spoke of demons and spells and ways to do the impossible. So she did the impossible. She summoned something that looked so human, most likely to comfort her, but still only made her feel sick and dirty. The creature gave her 5 years, and in exchange, Alex Whitman would have his life back.
The newspapers had a field day. ‘Boy magically wakes from the dead.’ There was a new brand of freak in the Roswell tourist trap, but after a changed medical report and a couple of months, the people realized Alex was not the messiah.
Max received much praise, which he took with red tipped ears and a slight smile. He said he forever owed Tess for helping him with his powers…if it weren’t for Tess none of it would have happened. Isabel would not let Alex out of her sight for more than 5 minutes, even Michael seemed to smile more.
Her friends were happy. That’s all that she wanted, and as they graduated and paired off, Michael with Maria, Tess and Max, Isabel and Alex, she left for Cambridge and spent her four years studying…trying to find a way out of the deal she had made. They sent e-mails, asking her about her life, wondering why she would not respond, why she hadn’t come to Christmas or weddings and the like, telling her what was new. They didn’t understand, and how could they? She was preparing them. She had made peace with the fact that she was no longer apart of this world, even if she was still alive, and as the clock ticked 11:45pm on the last day, she made one call.
Lucky for her they all gathered on the day of Alex’s ‘rebirth’ and celebrated, so she had only needed to make one call.
“Hang on Lizzie let me put you on speaker. GUYS ITS LIZ!!!!” Alex had screamed, so excited.
She felt a tear escape her from her spot on the bed in her apartment.
“Liz?” Many voices sounded.
“Yeah.” She tried to hide the fact that she was now openly crying.
“Are you okay?” Maria asked.
“Where are you?” Max this time.
“I…I just…”
“We really miss you!” Isabel said concerned into the phone. “Can you come visit soon?”
There was a pause on the other end.
“What is it, Lizzie? Is something wrong?” Alex asked concerned.
“Are…are you all happy?” She pleaded for their answer as a deep howl sounded in the distance.
“Yeah.” Alex said as if it was a joke. “Of course we are…what—.”
“I love you. Goodbye.” The click signified the end of the conversation as the clock struck midnight.
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The Crashdown wasn’t busy, it never was on a Monday night, but she thought she glimpsed her Dad and Mother both working downstairs, which most likely meant someone had called in. She wouldn’t go see them. Liz Parker was dead and had been for some time now. But she would go to her room, and try to find the 10,000 dollars in cash she had hidden amongst her belongings.
Her room looked exactly the same as it did when she was 17, except littering the floor were boxes full of stuff from her Boston apartment. Apparently her parents had not yet dealt with any of her things. Tugging her dress off she quickly found jeans and a long sleeve tee. Grabbing a few more things she shoved them into her duffel. On the bed were the stuffed animals she had had in Boston. Tearing her way into them she started to pull out wads of rolled up hundreds and shoved them into the duffel as well.
After leaving her old room she went straight for the dealership, bought a beat up dark blue ’72 Mustang convertible, and abandoned the other car where she’d found it. At the drug store she purchased more food, toiletries, a pair of hair cutting scissors and a box of black hair dye. She wouldn’t spend any more time in Roswell than that. Too much chance of being recognized.
Finally at a motel 100 miles outside of Roswell, she got a room for the night. The dirty mirror made her pale and sunken face look green. But even with her gaunt face, she still looked like her. The same Liz Parker that had grown up at the Crashdown and fell in love with a boy, the same girl who went to Harvard and nearly gotten a degree in History. That same girl who died tragically in her apartment.
She couldn’t look like that girl anymore. She wasn’t that girl, and why make people think she was still that girl. So she took the scissors to her hair and chopped till it was a little longer than her chin. Holding the scissors vertically, she did has her first year college roommate used to do and chopped chunks out of her hair, making it edgier. Then, finally, she pulled some hair down in front of her face and cut diagonally, making side-swept bangs. Her hair looked just like Anna’s used to, she had seen the girl cut it enough times to know the cut by heart. After she had box-dyed her hair, it came out a black-almost-blue color. Now, with her pale skin and black punkish hair, she looked nothing like Liz Parker. She felt nothing like her either, but that was due to an entire different reason.
After a quick shower she examined her body in the mirror. She was 25 now. She looked older…more mature, more filled out. Nothing marred her skin, no wrinkles yet, and everything was…where it was supposed to be. The only thing marking her flawless body was a burned in handprint wrapped around her left bicep.
She would leave in the morning. She had things to figure out.
Good Intentions (SN XO, D/L, Mature) Ch29- END!!
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You guys are so amazing. I'm so glad you liked it! You're all so wonderful I wanted to take time and respond to each of you, not sure I'll be able to do it all the time...but I want to try...So here goes.
LizNdAlec4eva- I'll do my best, thanks!
Whimsicality- Fantastic question, I'm an avid Supernatural fan and did watch the entire season, so this story is kind of going to be like an alternate universe. Meaning, everything that happened this season is still planning on happening...but...like, what if we stuck liz in here. Hope that helps, if not...you'll see.
Queen Fee- Thank you so much!
Pandas2001- ...perhaps.
Leeviola-Thanks...and I will
Alexceasar- why thank you!
Maiqu- I'm glad you like!
Crazybitca17- Oh, you're sweet. Thank you!
Theweirdchick- Yeah dean's a tortured little thing, isn't he. Thats kinda how I like 'em. And you'll find this out, but, no...Liz got out a couple months after Dean.
Behrstars- Ask and you shall receive.
Detzer84- You post whatever you like whenever you like! I wont ever get tired of it! I'm so flattered by your comment, Always saying Goodbye is one of my favs, too.
Synera- Ehm...Once a week? Maybe twice depending on how sleepy I am after work.
WomanofMystery- Thanks, and thanks for posting on Hero, too. I'm glad you liked it! So, yeah, if you didn't figure it out, the teaser was for this story...
Okay...enough about me. On with chapter two.
Chapter Two
Dean sat over coffee in the diner, an empty tiny plate next to him, trying to avoid Sam’s unnerving gaze. He knew now. Sam knew exactly what he had done in Hell and how he had felt doing it. But the thing was; Sam didn’t look at Dean in a disgusted manner. He looked at him in a way that said it was okay, and that he understood.
But Sam wasn’t supposed to understand. People just don’t ‘understand’ when it comes to hell.
“You gonna eat your pie or you gonna keep staring at me.” Dean asked, barely raising his eyes.
“I’m not staring.”
“You’re staring.”
“Well…you haven’t said anything in 15 minutes.” Sam sat back in the booth.
“I’m sorry. Am I boring you, Samantha?”
“I….just wondering where we’re headed now.” Sam shrugged.
Dean glanced up from his cup. “You wanna go on another hunt?”
“Well I thought you were all gung-ho about it.”
“Didn’t you just say you wanted to take it easy? I’m running on fumes, or some shit?” Dean rolled his eyes.
“Yeah…well…okay, cool. Let’s take it easy for a while.”
Dean grunted in response. Black hair and a black leather jacket caught his gaze outside the diner. A familiar profile; the same cheekbones and doe eyes getting into a blue mustang. His eyes widened and he felt his stomach drop. Jumping out of the booth he ran outside, leaving a confused brother behind.
There was no sign of the girl or the car anywhere outside, and at that point, Dean was absolutely positive he was losing it.
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Liz stood, not so stealthily behind a tree. She had driven to their last known address and followed them as they drove to the park. It hadn’t surprised her that they all lived in the same town as she watched them all gathering together around a blanket and a barbeque. She sighed as she watched their happy faces pass around plates, an older goatee wearing Alex standing at the grill wearing a cheesy kiss the cook apron.
She leaned back against the tree, content. Everything was okay. Her being out of hell didn’t mean that Alex had to die. She jumped slightly as she felt a small hand tugging on her sleeve.
“Oh…hello.” She looked down at the small blonde girl and tried to remember how to smile at a child.
“Hi. My name is Beth. What’s yours?” A little girl with bright blonde hair, her mother’s nose and Alex’s eyes.
“How old are you, sweetie?” Isabel had given birth almost a year before her death, the girl would be almost four.
“Uhm…three. That’s not my real name though.” She said, very matter of factly. “My real name is Elizabeth Diane.” The young girl stuttered as if chewing peanut butter. “I have a little sister named Bella Marie.”
The older woman nodded at her. Glancing over to where the group was she saw Maria chasing after a young boy with unruly hair and a black band tee made for tots. Michael was smiling proudly at the bundle of pink in his arms. Isabel was leaned over the blanket, probably cooing at Bella Marie. Tess was leaning against Max, resting a glass on her large stomach. She was probably due any day.
Liz tried her best to offer a non-frightening smile which ended up coming out pained and crooked anyways.
Isabel Whitman looked up from her blanket, where she was changing her youngest girl’s diaper. She frowned when she couldn’t see Beth where she had been moments ago.
“Beth?!” she cried picking up Bella. “Alex where’s your daughter?” Alex shrugged, then frowned, and everyone soon went on edge.
Isabel glanced over toward a large tree, the girl loved big trees and sighed with relief as she saw Beth…who…looked like she was talking animatedly with someone…an adult.
Handing Bella over to her husband she ran toward the tree. “Beth! Come here honey, right now!”
Beth turned and saw her mother. Waving at the stranger she started to teeter back over. Isabel caught a glimpse of dark hair on a familiar body before scooping Beth quickly into her arms. “What does mommy say about running off like that…stay close to the blankets, okay?” The small girl nodded and Isabel looked around again, not seeing any trace of the brunette her daughter was talking to.
“Who were you talking to, baby?” She asked as they got to the blankets.
“My friend.” Beth said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Oh. What did your friend say?”
“Nothin. She jus asked me if we was happy.”
Six pairs of eyes shot up in an instant.
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Liz sat in her car outside the Whitman house, waiting to go in. She knew that she should, because there was only one way that she was here today and that way was they had gotten her out.
Before she died, she had left clues. In her journal, all the text books, even in some of her college notes, she had alluded to and pretty much spelled out what she had done.
This meant that they had found a way to get her out, and they would most likely be expecting her. All their cars were there. They were most likely sitting there, waiting. All she had to do was go in.
She raised her frail hand to Alex and Isabel’s large mahogany door and knocked three times.
She heard the patter of footsteps coming down the hall before a put together Isabel Evans, now Whitman, opened the door.
“Oh my go—.”
Thump.
Liz stared down at Isabel’s passed out form, crumpled at their door way. Without a change in expression, she knelt over Isabel to make sure the girl was alright.
“Honey, are you ok—.” Alex came barreling around the corner, freezing when he saw the small girl leaning over his wife.
“Liz?” He croaked out, and she raised her head quickly.
Max and Michael followed quickly, their eyes widening as they saw who was slowly beginning to rise over Isabel.
“What the fuck!” Michael shouted. “Who the hell are you? Stay right there, don’t move!”
Liz shut the door behind her, not wanting the neighbors to see.
“I said don’t FUCKING move!” Michael screamed again.
She raised her hands in surrender, her face still expressionless.
Max and Michael had Liz frozen in place, arms stretched toward her, as Alex came forward slowly to retrieve his wife, dragging her to safety within their group.
“She’s okay.” Liz’s familiar voice scratched out. “She just passed out.”
“Michael, what’s going on?” Maria’s voice sounded from the other room.
“Maria! Stay there, do not come out here!” Michael commanded.
But Maria wasn’t exactly known for listening to Michael, and so she and Tess came around the corner anyways.
Tess joined Max and Michael, palm outstretched and Maria’s eyes went wide as she took in the woman in front of them.
“Lizzie? What are you guys doing, put your hands down, its LIZ!” Maria shouted angrily.
“That’s not Liz…Liz is dead!”
“I’m not here to hurt anyone…you can put your hands down.” Liz said, trying to assure them.
“Not until you tell us who you are!” Tess sniped.
“I…” she started. Why was this so hard, shouldn’t they have been expecting her? “My name was Liz. Liz Parker. I lived at the Crashdown with my parents, Jeff and Nancy.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Tell us something we can’t figure out on Google. You’ve got five seconds before I blow your ass to kingdom come!”
“But then Max would only heal me again, and we all know how that worked out the first time, huh?” Liz spoke, the same feeling-less expression on her face.
“Wait…I know how we can tell if it’s Liz or not. If you’re Liz, then who was my first kiss?” Maria said, hand on her hips.
Liz thought for a moment, searching her previous memories. It finally came to her. “You tell everyone it was Billy, but it was really Chris Tormey in 5th grade behind the bleachers. Not even Alex knew that.”
Everyone’s eyes shot to Maria’s and watched her face go wide in shock.
“Oh my god…you’re really Liz!” she exclaimed, running over to the brunette and crushing her into a hug.
Liz stood the same way, her arms at her side, allowing the blonde to hug her. Max, Michael, and Tess slowly put their hands down.
Isabel started to stir in Alex’s arms.
“Alex?” Isabel spoke quietly.
“Let’s move this into the living room.” Alex said, his eyes never leaving Liz’s.
Helping Isabel up, they all walked slowly into the living room, placing themselves on couches. Liz followed slowly and found a recliner to sit in.
The room was silent. Everyone chose to stare at the brunette, who sat there stoic. Alex stood and sat back down at least 5 times before anyone said anything.
“How are you here?” Maria asked. “We…we went to your funeral, we saw your body…Max felt you die! You…did you die?”
Liz nodded her head affirmatively.
“This is impossible. Are you a dream? Are you really even here? Are you like…a zombie, or something?” Alex said, standing once again.
Liz shook her head negatively.
“SAY SOMETHING!” Max said loudly. Standing up, he ran his hands over his face. “Explain how you’re even here because….you called us that day….I…” He stopped to look her in the eyes. With a broken hearted stare he whispered to her. “I felt you die.”
Liz knew that she should offer some comfort or a lengthy explanation, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel.
“You got me out. Didn’t you?” she asked, timidly.
The group looked at each other confused.
“I…I left clue’s in my journal…and all the books…”
“Liz…we…we haven’t been able to bring ourselves to read or go through any of your things.” Alex answered.
Her face fell in an instant.
“Alright, let’s start at the beginning.” Michael said. “You called us that night. Max feels you die, we call someone to check on you, they find you, torn into hamburger meat on your bed…”
Everyone cringes at that, except for Liz who stares at Michael.
“Hell hounds.” Liz spoke matter-of-factly.
“Hell hou—.” Alex spoke unbelieving.
“You were in hell?” Isabel spoke up, afraid of her answer.
Liz only nodded her head.
Maria broke out in a quick sob which was quickly covered by her hand. Michael cradled her into his side.
“If we’re going to start at the beginning, we should start at the actual beginning.” Liz said, suddenly determined. “Max. You didn’t bring Alex back from the dead. I did.”
Everyone looked at each other shocked.
“After we left the morgue that night I knew I couldn’t let Alex die. So that night I looked up some of my grandmothers research on the occult.”
Everyone stared at her warily.
“I made a deal. With a demon. I got five years to live and Alex got his life back.” Liz said.
“You sold your soul…” Tess said shocked.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Alex cowered over and held a hand to his mouth.
“Wait, how do we know that this is real, Demons and Angels and God and the Devil.” Michael asked.
“It’s real.” Liz bit out. “It is most definitely real.”
“So if you’re here, and you’re alive…what does that mean for Alex?” Isabel said, frightened.
“Isabel!” Maria scolded.
“What!? I have a family and children to think of.”
Liz looked at the group shocked. This was her family that she’d fought so hard to get to, to protect. “Alex should be okay.” She bit out.
“So how did you…get out?”
“I don’t know. I thought you guys… I don’t know.” She shook her head. Suddenly she rose from her chair. “Look, this was a mistake, I shouldn’t have come. It’s better if you just all believe I’m dead. I’m sorry.” She started toward the door.
“Liz wait! Please don’t go! You can’t mean that!” Maria jumped up and went to grab for Liz. “We’re all just a little shocked right now. It was so hard…to accept that you weren’t going to be there anymore…Look I know three years is a long time, but we can help each other get through this.”
Liz tried to laugh but it came out more like a choke or a cough. “It was three years up here, Maria. Time runs a little different in Hell.”
She had the attention of the group once again.
“How…” Maria asked, searching for her voice. “How long?”
“I’m not sure. I lost count after the first 100 years.”
The room collectively gasped.
“It’s alright though. I was never here anyways.” Liz spoke coldly, waving her hand over the room.
Everyone froze in a moment, giving Liz a chance to leave the house. After a minute or two they all shook out of their stupor.
“Was that the door?” Maria asked, before walking back to her place on the couch. Popping a chip in her mouth she smiled and kissed her husband.
“I’ll check!” Isabel rose, walking away from the group.
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Sam watched as his brother thrashed about on the hotel room bed. He was having another bad dream. In all honesty, it was a normal occurrence, and if he didn’t have bad dreams after coming out of hell, Sam would be really worried. But he didn’t know how to help his brother, and that was what killed him. So he sat, elbows on knees on the opposite bed, watching as his brother finally shocked himself awake.
“What the fuck are you lookin’ at?” Dean mumbled groggily, rolling off the side of the queen sized mattress.
Sam shrugged. “Nothin.”
Dean grunted in response and made his way toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Turning the spray on as cold as it could go, he stepped under it, shivering as it cascaded down his back.
The girl from the diner couldn’t have been her. It was impossible. Had to’ve been a relative, a sister or a cousin, and it was just a coincidence. The girl he remembered had long brown hair, chestnut in color, this one had short black hair and….anyways. It was pointless, to even consider. She would still be in hell and that was that.
He shook his head free of cobwebs and turned the water slowly to warm. Closing his eyes he felt a small pair of hands slide their way across his abdomen. He grit his teeth at the sensation, it had been so long. Turning around quickly he confirmed his suspicions that no one was actually there. Angrily, he gripped the bar of soap and ran it quickly over his body. He closed his eyes again, thinking about pale, ivory skin, deep, soulful eyes. Instead of long brown hair he thought of choppy black hair that he could really grab—.
He grunted out in half anger half frustration and turned the knob back to cold again.
He was losing it that was for sure. That, and he was officially fucked up.
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The building was still abandoned. She had picked it because it was in a part of town that no one cared about…that no one would think to look. That was what she did; hide herself in places no one gave a shit about.
It was a stretch that all the things she had gathered there would still be there, waiting, but Liz had to try. The owner of the space was the only true friend Liz had made and although the owner was long gone, she hoped maybe her haven would still be there, if only for a couple days.
It was the same as she had left it. It would have been four years, since she’d last been here. As she skillfully swung her way in through the fire escape, she landed with a thud. Dust flew up around her and danced in the broken sunlight patterns that littered the room. The floor plan was simple; a large open area containing a kitchen/dining room/ living room, all hard wood flooring. A dusty futon that had been her bed when she stayed still sat next to a lone rug and coffee table. The nook at the right still didn’t have anything in it, she had contemplated throwing a mattress on the floor and some curtains up and calling it a room. The doors to the only bedroom and bathroom to the left, and the large metal sliding door entrance straight ahead.
Liz walked with purpose toward the bookshelf, scanning with her eyes and fingers for the text’s she wanted. Her hand stopped when she found the right book, and a creak of the floor a few feet away had her immediately on guard.
She didn’t have time, though, to turn, because as soon as she had registered danger she found herself flying face first into the wall.
With a grunt she recovered, fighting to get to her feet and assess her attacker. As soon as she had found herself upright, she was tasting floor once again. Without looking up she tossed her attacker into the far wall, causing the room to shake.
A female grunt sounded, giving Liz a moment to stand and raise her hand to be on the defense. The girl across from her did the same, whipping her long blonde curls away from her face.
Liz’s eyes widened in recognition. “You’re dead.” She said coldly.
“I could say the same about you.” The girl laughed. “How do I know you’re you?”
“You don’t.” Liz answered honestly. “Same way I don’t know if you’re you.”
The girl nodded. “We could connect. But that’ll give you a chance to fuck around with my head.”
“Gives you the same chance.” Liz noted. “So…”
“So as you would’ve said, I guess we’re at an impasse.” She snorted.
“We go on faith, then. Blind.” Liz slowly lowered her hand.
“Yeap. Guess that’s our only option.” The girl slowly did the same.
They walked slowly toward each other without any more words. Coming toward the middle of the room they locked eyes, warm brown with cold blue, although both had the same hard stare. Slowly they joined hands, concentrating slightly, edging a connection to life.
After a few moments their eyes shot open.
“It is you! How the hell…” The blonde girl smiled.
Liz reacted by showing the most emotion she had since surfacing, and with a giant smile, pulled the blonde girl into her arms fiercely.
“Ava…It’s so good to see you!”
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Whimsicality- Fantastic question, I'm an avid Supernatural fan and did watch the entire season, so this story is kind of going to be like an alternate universe. Meaning, everything that happened this season is still planning on happening...but...like, what if we stuck liz in here. Hope that helps, if not...you'll see.
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Okay...enough about me. On with chapter two.
Chapter Two
Dean sat over coffee in the diner, an empty tiny plate next to him, trying to avoid Sam’s unnerving gaze. He knew now. Sam knew exactly what he had done in Hell and how he had felt doing it. But the thing was; Sam didn’t look at Dean in a disgusted manner. He looked at him in a way that said it was okay, and that he understood.
But Sam wasn’t supposed to understand. People just don’t ‘understand’ when it comes to hell.
“You gonna eat your pie or you gonna keep staring at me.” Dean asked, barely raising his eyes.
“I’m not staring.”
“You’re staring.”
“Well…you haven’t said anything in 15 minutes.” Sam sat back in the booth.
“I’m sorry. Am I boring you, Samantha?”
“I….just wondering where we’re headed now.” Sam shrugged.
Dean glanced up from his cup. “You wanna go on another hunt?”
“Well I thought you were all gung-ho about it.”
“Didn’t you just say you wanted to take it easy? I’m running on fumes, or some shit?” Dean rolled his eyes.
“Yeah…well…okay, cool. Let’s take it easy for a while.”
Dean grunted in response. Black hair and a black leather jacket caught his gaze outside the diner. A familiar profile; the same cheekbones and doe eyes getting into a blue mustang. His eyes widened and he felt his stomach drop. Jumping out of the booth he ran outside, leaving a confused brother behind.
There was no sign of the girl or the car anywhere outside, and at that point, Dean was absolutely positive he was losing it.
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Liz stood, not so stealthily behind a tree. She had driven to their last known address and followed them as they drove to the park. It hadn’t surprised her that they all lived in the same town as she watched them all gathering together around a blanket and a barbeque. She sighed as she watched their happy faces pass around plates, an older goatee wearing Alex standing at the grill wearing a cheesy kiss the cook apron.
She leaned back against the tree, content. Everything was okay. Her being out of hell didn’t mean that Alex had to die. She jumped slightly as she felt a small hand tugging on her sleeve.
“Oh…hello.” She looked down at the small blonde girl and tried to remember how to smile at a child.
“Hi. My name is Beth. What’s yours?” A little girl with bright blonde hair, her mother’s nose and Alex’s eyes.
“How old are you, sweetie?” Isabel had given birth almost a year before her death, the girl would be almost four.
“Uhm…three. That’s not my real name though.” She said, very matter of factly. “My real name is Elizabeth Diane.” The young girl stuttered as if chewing peanut butter. “I have a little sister named Bella Marie.”
The older woman nodded at her. Glancing over to where the group was she saw Maria chasing after a young boy with unruly hair and a black band tee made for tots. Michael was smiling proudly at the bundle of pink in his arms. Isabel was leaned over the blanket, probably cooing at Bella Marie. Tess was leaning against Max, resting a glass on her large stomach. She was probably due any day.
Liz tried her best to offer a non-frightening smile which ended up coming out pained and crooked anyways.
Isabel Whitman looked up from her blanket, where she was changing her youngest girl’s diaper. She frowned when she couldn’t see Beth where she had been moments ago.
“Beth?!” she cried picking up Bella. “Alex where’s your daughter?” Alex shrugged, then frowned, and everyone soon went on edge.
Isabel glanced over toward a large tree, the girl loved big trees and sighed with relief as she saw Beth…who…looked like she was talking animatedly with someone…an adult.
Handing Bella over to her husband she ran toward the tree. “Beth! Come here honey, right now!”
Beth turned and saw her mother. Waving at the stranger she started to teeter back over. Isabel caught a glimpse of dark hair on a familiar body before scooping Beth quickly into her arms. “What does mommy say about running off like that…stay close to the blankets, okay?” The small girl nodded and Isabel looked around again, not seeing any trace of the brunette her daughter was talking to.
“Who were you talking to, baby?” She asked as they got to the blankets.
“My friend.” Beth said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Oh. What did your friend say?”
“Nothin. She jus asked me if we was happy.”
Six pairs of eyes shot up in an instant.
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Liz sat in her car outside the Whitman house, waiting to go in. She knew that she should, because there was only one way that she was here today and that way was they had gotten her out.
Before she died, she had left clues. In her journal, all the text books, even in some of her college notes, she had alluded to and pretty much spelled out what she had done.
This meant that they had found a way to get her out, and they would most likely be expecting her. All their cars were there. They were most likely sitting there, waiting. All she had to do was go in.
She raised her frail hand to Alex and Isabel’s large mahogany door and knocked three times.
She heard the patter of footsteps coming down the hall before a put together Isabel Evans, now Whitman, opened the door.
“Oh my go—.”
Thump.
Liz stared down at Isabel’s passed out form, crumpled at their door way. Without a change in expression, she knelt over Isabel to make sure the girl was alright.
“Honey, are you ok—.” Alex came barreling around the corner, freezing when he saw the small girl leaning over his wife.
“Liz?” He croaked out, and she raised her head quickly.
Max and Michael followed quickly, their eyes widening as they saw who was slowly beginning to rise over Isabel.
“What the fuck!” Michael shouted. “Who the hell are you? Stay right there, don’t move!”
Liz shut the door behind her, not wanting the neighbors to see.
“I said don’t FUCKING move!” Michael screamed again.
She raised her hands in surrender, her face still expressionless.
Max and Michael had Liz frozen in place, arms stretched toward her, as Alex came forward slowly to retrieve his wife, dragging her to safety within their group.
“She’s okay.” Liz’s familiar voice scratched out. “She just passed out.”
“Michael, what’s going on?” Maria’s voice sounded from the other room.
“Maria! Stay there, do not come out here!” Michael commanded.
But Maria wasn’t exactly known for listening to Michael, and so she and Tess came around the corner anyways.
Tess joined Max and Michael, palm outstretched and Maria’s eyes went wide as she took in the woman in front of them.
“Lizzie? What are you guys doing, put your hands down, its LIZ!” Maria shouted angrily.
“That’s not Liz…Liz is dead!”
“I’m not here to hurt anyone…you can put your hands down.” Liz said, trying to assure them.
“Not until you tell us who you are!” Tess sniped.
“I…” she started. Why was this so hard, shouldn’t they have been expecting her? “My name was Liz. Liz Parker. I lived at the Crashdown with my parents, Jeff and Nancy.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Tell us something we can’t figure out on Google. You’ve got five seconds before I blow your ass to kingdom come!”
“But then Max would only heal me again, and we all know how that worked out the first time, huh?” Liz spoke, the same feeling-less expression on her face.
“Wait…I know how we can tell if it’s Liz or not. If you’re Liz, then who was my first kiss?” Maria said, hand on her hips.
Liz thought for a moment, searching her previous memories. It finally came to her. “You tell everyone it was Billy, but it was really Chris Tormey in 5th grade behind the bleachers. Not even Alex knew that.”
Everyone’s eyes shot to Maria’s and watched her face go wide in shock.
“Oh my god…you’re really Liz!” she exclaimed, running over to the brunette and crushing her into a hug.
Liz stood the same way, her arms at her side, allowing the blonde to hug her. Max, Michael, and Tess slowly put their hands down.
Isabel started to stir in Alex’s arms.
“Alex?” Isabel spoke quietly.
“Let’s move this into the living room.” Alex said, his eyes never leaving Liz’s.
Helping Isabel up, they all walked slowly into the living room, placing themselves on couches. Liz followed slowly and found a recliner to sit in.
The room was silent. Everyone chose to stare at the brunette, who sat there stoic. Alex stood and sat back down at least 5 times before anyone said anything.
“How are you here?” Maria asked. “We…we went to your funeral, we saw your body…Max felt you die! You…did you die?”
Liz nodded her head affirmatively.
“This is impossible. Are you a dream? Are you really even here? Are you like…a zombie, or something?” Alex said, standing once again.
Liz shook her head negatively.
“SAY SOMETHING!” Max said loudly. Standing up, he ran his hands over his face. “Explain how you’re even here because….you called us that day….I…” He stopped to look her in the eyes. With a broken hearted stare he whispered to her. “I felt you die.”
Liz knew that she should offer some comfort or a lengthy explanation, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel.
“You got me out. Didn’t you?” she asked, timidly.
The group looked at each other confused.
“I…I left clue’s in my journal…and all the books…”
“Liz…we…we haven’t been able to bring ourselves to read or go through any of your things.” Alex answered.
Her face fell in an instant.
“Alright, let’s start at the beginning.” Michael said. “You called us that night. Max feels you die, we call someone to check on you, they find you, torn into hamburger meat on your bed…”
Everyone cringes at that, except for Liz who stares at Michael.
“Hell hounds.” Liz spoke matter-of-factly.
“Hell hou—.” Alex spoke unbelieving.
“You were in hell?” Isabel spoke up, afraid of her answer.
Liz only nodded her head.
Maria broke out in a quick sob which was quickly covered by her hand. Michael cradled her into his side.
“If we’re going to start at the beginning, we should start at the actual beginning.” Liz said, suddenly determined. “Max. You didn’t bring Alex back from the dead. I did.”
Everyone looked at each other shocked.
“After we left the morgue that night I knew I couldn’t let Alex die. So that night I looked up some of my grandmothers research on the occult.”
Everyone stared at her warily.
“I made a deal. With a demon. I got five years to live and Alex got his life back.” Liz said.
“You sold your soul…” Tess said shocked.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Alex cowered over and held a hand to his mouth.
“Wait, how do we know that this is real, Demons and Angels and God and the Devil.” Michael asked.
“It’s real.” Liz bit out. “It is most definitely real.”
“So if you’re here, and you’re alive…what does that mean for Alex?” Isabel said, frightened.
“Isabel!” Maria scolded.
“What!? I have a family and children to think of.”
Liz looked at the group shocked. This was her family that she’d fought so hard to get to, to protect. “Alex should be okay.” She bit out.
“So how did you…get out?”
“I don’t know. I thought you guys… I don’t know.” She shook her head. Suddenly she rose from her chair. “Look, this was a mistake, I shouldn’t have come. It’s better if you just all believe I’m dead. I’m sorry.” She started toward the door.
“Liz wait! Please don’t go! You can’t mean that!” Maria jumped up and went to grab for Liz. “We’re all just a little shocked right now. It was so hard…to accept that you weren’t going to be there anymore…Look I know three years is a long time, but we can help each other get through this.”
Liz tried to laugh but it came out more like a choke or a cough. “It was three years up here, Maria. Time runs a little different in Hell.”
She had the attention of the group once again.
“How…” Maria asked, searching for her voice. “How long?”
“I’m not sure. I lost count after the first 100 years.”
The room collectively gasped.
“It’s alright though. I was never here anyways.” Liz spoke coldly, waving her hand over the room.
Everyone froze in a moment, giving Liz a chance to leave the house. After a minute or two they all shook out of their stupor.
“Was that the door?” Maria asked, before walking back to her place on the couch. Popping a chip in her mouth she smiled and kissed her husband.
“I’ll check!” Isabel rose, walking away from the group.
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Sam watched as his brother thrashed about on the hotel room bed. He was having another bad dream. In all honesty, it was a normal occurrence, and if he didn’t have bad dreams after coming out of hell, Sam would be really worried. But he didn’t know how to help his brother, and that was what killed him. So he sat, elbows on knees on the opposite bed, watching as his brother finally shocked himself awake.
“What the fuck are you lookin’ at?” Dean mumbled groggily, rolling off the side of the queen sized mattress.
Sam shrugged. “Nothin.”
Dean grunted in response and made his way toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Turning the spray on as cold as it could go, he stepped under it, shivering as it cascaded down his back.
The girl from the diner couldn’t have been her. It was impossible. Had to’ve been a relative, a sister or a cousin, and it was just a coincidence. The girl he remembered had long brown hair, chestnut in color, this one had short black hair and….anyways. It was pointless, to even consider. She would still be in hell and that was that.
He shook his head free of cobwebs and turned the water slowly to warm. Closing his eyes he felt a small pair of hands slide their way across his abdomen. He grit his teeth at the sensation, it had been so long. Turning around quickly he confirmed his suspicions that no one was actually there. Angrily, he gripped the bar of soap and ran it quickly over his body. He closed his eyes again, thinking about pale, ivory skin, deep, soulful eyes. Instead of long brown hair he thought of choppy black hair that he could really grab—.
He grunted out in half anger half frustration and turned the knob back to cold again.
He was losing it that was for sure. That, and he was officially fucked up.
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The building was still abandoned. She had picked it because it was in a part of town that no one cared about…that no one would think to look. That was what she did; hide herself in places no one gave a shit about.
It was a stretch that all the things she had gathered there would still be there, waiting, but Liz had to try. The owner of the space was the only true friend Liz had made and although the owner was long gone, she hoped maybe her haven would still be there, if only for a couple days.
It was the same as she had left it. It would have been four years, since she’d last been here. As she skillfully swung her way in through the fire escape, she landed with a thud. Dust flew up around her and danced in the broken sunlight patterns that littered the room. The floor plan was simple; a large open area containing a kitchen/dining room/ living room, all hard wood flooring. A dusty futon that had been her bed when she stayed still sat next to a lone rug and coffee table. The nook at the right still didn’t have anything in it, she had contemplated throwing a mattress on the floor and some curtains up and calling it a room. The doors to the only bedroom and bathroom to the left, and the large metal sliding door entrance straight ahead.
Liz walked with purpose toward the bookshelf, scanning with her eyes and fingers for the text’s she wanted. Her hand stopped when she found the right book, and a creak of the floor a few feet away had her immediately on guard.
She didn’t have time, though, to turn, because as soon as she had registered danger she found herself flying face first into the wall.
With a grunt she recovered, fighting to get to her feet and assess her attacker. As soon as she had found herself upright, she was tasting floor once again. Without looking up she tossed her attacker into the far wall, causing the room to shake.
A female grunt sounded, giving Liz a moment to stand and raise her hand to be on the defense. The girl across from her did the same, whipping her long blonde curls away from her face.
Liz’s eyes widened in recognition. “You’re dead.” She said coldly.
“I could say the same about you.” The girl laughed. “How do I know you’re you?”
“You don’t.” Liz answered honestly. “Same way I don’t know if you’re you.”
The girl nodded. “We could connect. But that’ll give you a chance to fuck around with my head.”
“Gives you the same chance.” Liz noted. “So…”
“So as you would’ve said, I guess we’re at an impasse.” She snorted.
“We go on faith, then. Blind.” Liz slowly lowered her hand.
“Yeap. Guess that’s our only option.” The girl slowly did the same.
They walked slowly toward each other without any more words. Coming toward the middle of the room they locked eyes, warm brown with cold blue, although both had the same hard stare. Slowly they joined hands, concentrating slightly, edging a connection to life.
After a few moments their eyes shot open.
“It is you! How the hell…” The blonde girl smiled.
Liz reacted by showing the most emotion she had since surfacing, and with a giant smile, pulled the blonde girl into her arms fiercely.
“Ava…It’s so good to see you!”
Love is not a victory march. Its a cold, and its a broken Hallelujah. -Leonard Cohen
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Good Intentions (SN XO, D/L, Mature) Ch3 -6/14
Hey guys! Thanks for reading and for all your great feedback!
Pandas2001- Get out of my head. Thanks!
behrstars- it'll happen...maybe not right away...
Maiqu- Me too. Ava's a cool chick
Detzer84- Yeah Liz has learned a couple new tricks. Dean and Liz are both messed up...hell does that to you. So Dean might not have the reaction that Liz wants out of him. And Liz is a tough chick. She can handle a lot. In any case...thank you. I love reading both your replies.
alexceasar- Well, Alex never died...so really Liz has no adversion to Tess other than she kind of stole her man back in the day....or does she?
Synera- The Pod Squad might show up again.
Vaifeal- Thanks!
Okay. Its kinda short, but on with it anyways.
Chapter Three
“I can’t believe you’re really here. Rath said…”
“Yeah I know what that doofus said. He only knew what I wanted him to think. I trailed them for a while, then wasted them when they least expected it. When I came back, though…it was too late.” Ava frowned, leading the other girl to the couch.
It was Liz’s third year in college. She was still trying to figure out ways to get herself out of the deal when Ava showed up and offered an alternative. Why not fight demon fire with alien fire? She was after all, a changed human. So Ava helped Liz learn her trade, so to speak, and Liz got stronger and more powerful, almost as strong as Ava was. Ava was the only person who knew of the deal, who knew what Liz had done, and had wanted to be there until the end. Unfortunately for both girls, Rath and Lonnie had made an unexpected visit and grabbed Ava.
“They wanted to see if they could get back to Antar with just the three of us, and pretend that the king had kicked it.” Ava explained. “The members of the summit said no go, Rath got pissed, tried to off me. I made him think he did and then followed him back here. When he confronted you for the location on Max and the others and you got out, the both of them left for New Mexico. I caught them in Texas. After it was over I rushed back here as fast as I could, but when I got to your place there was already medical examiners swamping the building.”
“So…You were the one that got me out?” Liz asked hopeful.
Ava shook her head. “Wish I could take credit for that one, but I can’t. I’d been trying, though, I swear. No matter where I went or who I got information from, no one on earth knows how to get someone out of hell that’s already been put there. And whoever you made the deal with…they aren’t talking.”
“Shit.” Liz leaned back and sighed. “Then who the fuck got me out?”
Both girls had rubbed off on each other, that was for sure. Ava had lost the accent soon after leaving Roswell, as it was easier to blend in when you weren’t the girl with bright pink hair and a Brooklyn-eske accent.
“It wouldn’t have helped, killing the demon I made the deal with.” Liz added. “You have to take out the deal holder.”
“Picked that little factoid up in hell, huh? So someone took out your deal holder and poof you’re free?” Ava asked.
Liz shook her head. “Fuck no. Lilith is still alive and kicking. But what I wouldn’t give to take her ass out anyway.”
“You wanna go after…” Ava realized. “Liz, are you nuts? You should probably just thank your lucky stars you’re out…why would you try and test fate like that?”
A snort made its way out of Liz’s mouth. “What do I have to be afraid of? What do I have to lose? That bitch made my life hell for…for too long.”
Ava stared after Liz nervously. “You…you wanna talk about it?”
Liz raised a lone eyebrow Ava’s direction.
Ava laughed, relieved. “Okay…good.”
There was a moment of quiet. Of awkward ‘where do we go from here’ tension.
“Its gonna get messy, Ave. You might be safer staying out of this one.”
“Please girl. You forget I’m up three years on you on the demon hunting, and about 10 years on the alien powers…which are obviously still in commission.”
“Demon hunting? Keeping busy while I was gone?”
Ava smirked. “A girl’s gotta have her fun.”
“Right.” Liz smiled. “How exactly?”
“You know…” Ava shrugged. “A little mojo here, a little latin there…a lot of black smoke later. Exercised demon. Its funny the type of shit you can learn online.”
“You’re hair.” Liz said, fingering the blonde’s long locks. “It’s long now, and no more color.”
“My hair!” The blonde girl laughed. “You’re hair! Since when did you become the punk rock princess?”
Liz smiled. “So what now? You seem to be the expert so far.”
Ava thought to herself for a moment. “I’ve got a…contact. Met him briefly a while back…seems as though he had a friend in the same situation as you. Maybe now that you’re out he’ll know more. We could go see him?”
“Sounds good considering I got nothing.”
“Well then.” The girls smiled at each other. “Let’s go!”
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“Are you out of your mind?”
Two figures came into existence across the street of the dark abandoned apartment. One a dark haired scruffy looking man, the other a tall bald headed African American man.
“This is dangerous. Too dangerous. The girl is a loose canon to say the least.”
The bald man scoffed. “You bring back Dean Winchester, who has ignored everything we’ve had to say and gone against every order we’ve given, and I’M out of my mind?”
“Dean is still growing. I have faith when the time comes he and Sam will make things happen.”
“Yeah well the clock is ticking and every second Lilith is closer to unlocking the final seals. You really think I’m going to sit idly by while those two knuckle heads mess up everything we’ve been working on for centuries?!? No. You’ve got your Hero…this one…this ones mine.”
“She’s spent too much time down there, Uriel. I can’t read her, which means you sure as hell can’t read her and then there’s the fact that she has OTHER WORDLY POWERS. How are you going to control her if she gets out of hand?!”
“The girl was practically a martyr before she was taken, Castiel. They could’ve given her saint hood. I don’t think she’s at risk. And a little bit of edge is exactly what we need to surprise Lilith.”
“A little bit of edge…this is on you if this doesn’t work out. That girl is a ticking time bomb and you know it.”
A sudden shift and there was one less man standing where once two had been.
“Let’s hope for both of our sakes you don’t screw this up, Liz Parker.”
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“I can’t believe I let you drive this piece. I coulda jacked us a better car.” Ava pulled her long hair up into a ponytail. It was surprisingly hot, both girls had stripped down to wife beaters before noon. There weren’t many people on the main drag of the town, it was a Sunday and everyone was either in church or watching the game. The car came to a halt at one of the only traffic lights, red. She glanced to her right and her left. No other cars. The only car was a black impala sitting across from her at the other end of the light. Trying to peer passed the dusty windshield she saw a tall mop of brown hair in the passenger seat, a cute face, obviously peeved about something.
It wasn’t his face that made her heart lurch up to her throat. In the drivers seat a familiar head of light brown hair…similar facial structure…but…impossible. She glared at the car, trying to see through. The impala eased forward, his window open and if she just waited a second longer—.
“LIZ!”
She felt her chin being whipped around. “What?!”
Ava tossed her finger toward the traffic light. “The lights green, space cadet.”
“Sorry.” She mumbled. No. It was silly, there was no way that it could have been him.
The rumble of Liz’s engine sputtered to a halt as they pulled in front of an old looking house. Liz lifted her sunglasses from her eyes, peering around the lot. The yard was a walking talking “you might be a redneck if” joke.
An older man came out on the porch. You guessed it, a flannel tee and baseball cap, beer in his left hand, shot gun in the right.
“Thought I told you I didn’t want to see you ‘round here again.” His voice came out scolding and rough.
“Great to see you, too, Bobby.” Ava only smiled.
“Would say the same but my momma used to tell me it’s not good to lie.”
None of these remarks had deterred Ava. “Bobby. This is Liz. My…you know…friend.” She emphasized the friend part to prove her point.
His hand tightened around his shot gun. “Are you sure about that?”
She waved him off. “Yeah, yeah. I checked.” Bobby looked unconvinced. Ava rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry bout it. We have our ways.” She waved her fingers around in a ‘spirit fingers’ way.
Bobby’s eyes narrowed. “WE? You mean to tell me this one crackles and pops like you do?”
The girls nodded their heads.
“She’s a little greener than I am…and by greener I mean new. She was born human.”
“I come in peace?” Liz made a joke hoping to ease his hand off the shot gun. It didn’t help.
“And you mean to tell me you found a way to get her out of hell?”
Ava grimaced. “That’s the thing. I didn’t get her out. She didn’t get herself out. We actually have no fuckin clue who got her out. Was hopin you’d have an idea bout it.”
Bobby finally allowed his shot gun to rest on the porch and took a long pull off his beer. “I’ll be damned.” He said finishing. “Two in a year.”
“What?” Liz asked, surprised.
“Nothin. Don’t worry bout it. Listen I might have an idea bout it. But I gotta make a phone call first.” He turned toward the house. “You ladies coming, or did you want an invitation.” He shouted after them.
The girls followed without hesitation. Bobby returned a few minutes later.
“Lotta good that did, I got the voicemail.” He spoke to the two girls perched on his living room couch. “Look, I don’t know how you’re out, I only know what I’ve seen, and it seems like you’re not the only one’s made it out of there.”
Liz looked shocked. “What?”
“I should start at the beginning.” Ava interrupted. “I was down here bout…6 or 7 months ago looking for information on demons, I followed a tip from a guy that I should find Bobby, because he knew his shit and had an extensive library. I tracked Bobby down and he was a little unwilling in the help department…so I kinda just took what I needed.”
“From the library?”
“No. From his brain.”
“Ava!” Liz scolded.
“I did it the non-painful way, I promise! Besides, I was desperate.” Ava argued.
“In any case.” Bobby spoke, interrupting their tiff. “She got what she needed and figured out that we had a similar problem. I told her what I knew which at the time, wasn’t a lot. But things have changed. Bout 4 months after he went in…my boy came out and we were just as stumped as you two are.”
“Your boy? Your son?” Liz inquired.
“Naw. Though the two might as well be. I’ve known their Daddy for years, fore he passed. Listen, you got any strange marks on you? Weird lookin hand prints?”
Ava bit back a laugh. “Not since she was sixteen.”
“Yeah, actually.” Liz spoke, shrugging off her leather jacket. The raised skin shone from her bicep. Bobby grabbed her arm to get a closer look and Ava frowned with concern.
“Yeahp. That’s it alright. Honey someone didn’t just get you out. They pulled you out. An Angel.” Bobby nodded.
“A what?” Liz looked shocked.
“No shit!” Ava laughed. “I’ve been so busy thinking about their counter parts I never thought about the fact that if demons exist Angels do too!”
“Are…are you sure?”
“Yup. Same story…I assume you were unearthed better than you were laid down? That’s the same print as on my boy. You been having weird dreams lately?”
“Well…that’s kind of a normal occurrence.” Liz shrugged.
“Matches up alright. Angels must be getting desperate. Lilith must have em by the balls.” Bobby removed his cap to wipe his head.
“Lilith…how do you know that name?”
“Same demon that held my boys deal. Same that held yours, I presume? Well now the bitch is trying to resurrect Lucifer on earth. She’s got to break 66 seals to do it. That’s why the angels pulled him out…and that’s why I’m guessing they pulled you out. To stop Lilith.” Bobby answered.
“Well then, what the fuck are we waiting on? Let’s find Lilith.”
“S’not that easy, kid. Lilith comes protected. No ones been able to spot her in a while now. She’s got eyes and ears everywhere.”
“I don’t really give a fuck. I’m shutting this bitch down for good, if I have to go back to hell to keep her there, I’ll do it.” Liz promised, with fierce determination.
Bobby turned to Ava. “The kid’s zealous. I’ll give ya that. Listen. Ain’t nothing gonna be solved tonight, and I’d like to get my boys here, see what they have to say. Hunker down for the evening, I’ll be expecting you early tomorrow.” Bobby said, leading them toward the door. The sun was fading quickly in the sky.
“Aww…Bobby…we can’t stay here?” Ava said, pouting a little.
“Hell no. I don’t want any of your mojo rubbin off around here. And for God’s sake stay outta peoples heads, would you? Look, there’s a motel down the street. Mention me and the guy’ll give you a room for half price.”
“Oh, Bobby, you old softie.” Ava giggled, kissing him on the cheek. He immediately winced and wiped his face clean.
“Thanks.” Liz waved timidly from the drive way. Bobby nodded his head in response. He stared after their car until he could no longer see the tail lights. Sighing, he retired inside.
The phone in his pocket began vibrating, he pulled it out and then pulled it to his ear.
“Yeah. You boys are gonna want to get back here pronto. It’s important….I know it, Sammy…trust me on this…you’ll both want to see this.”
Look for a new part on Wednesday
Pandas2001- Get out of my head.
Thanks!behrstars- it'll happen...maybe not right away...
Maiqu- Me too. Ava's a cool chick
Detzer84- Yeah Liz has learned a couple new tricks. Dean and Liz are both messed up...hell does that to you. So Dean might not have the reaction that Liz wants out of him. And Liz is a tough chick. She can handle a lot. In any case...thank you. I love reading both your replies.
alexceasar- Well, Alex never died...so really Liz has no adversion to Tess other than she kind of stole her man back in the day....or does she?
Synera- The Pod Squad might show up again.
Vaifeal- Thanks!
Okay. Its kinda short, but on with it anyways.
Chapter Three
“I can’t believe you’re really here. Rath said…”
“Yeah I know what that doofus said. He only knew what I wanted him to think. I trailed them for a while, then wasted them when they least expected it. When I came back, though…it was too late.” Ava frowned, leading the other girl to the couch.
It was Liz’s third year in college. She was still trying to figure out ways to get herself out of the deal when Ava showed up and offered an alternative. Why not fight demon fire with alien fire? She was after all, a changed human. So Ava helped Liz learn her trade, so to speak, and Liz got stronger and more powerful, almost as strong as Ava was. Ava was the only person who knew of the deal, who knew what Liz had done, and had wanted to be there until the end. Unfortunately for both girls, Rath and Lonnie had made an unexpected visit and grabbed Ava.
“They wanted to see if they could get back to Antar with just the three of us, and pretend that the king had kicked it.” Ava explained. “The members of the summit said no go, Rath got pissed, tried to off me. I made him think he did and then followed him back here. When he confronted you for the location on Max and the others and you got out, the both of them left for New Mexico. I caught them in Texas. After it was over I rushed back here as fast as I could, but when I got to your place there was already medical examiners swamping the building.”
“So…You were the one that got me out?” Liz asked hopeful.
Ava shook her head. “Wish I could take credit for that one, but I can’t. I’d been trying, though, I swear. No matter where I went or who I got information from, no one on earth knows how to get someone out of hell that’s already been put there. And whoever you made the deal with…they aren’t talking.”
“Shit.” Liz leaned back and sighed. “Then who the fuck got me out?”
Both girls had rubbed off on each other, that was for sure. Ava had lost the accent soon after leaving Roswell, as it was easier to blend in when you weren’t the girl with bright pink hair and a Brooklyn-eske accent.
“It wouldn’t have helped, killing the demon I made the deal with.” Liz added. “You have to take out the deal holder.”
“Picked that little factoid up in hell, huh? So someone took out your deal holder and poof you’re free?” Ava asked.
Liz shook her head. “Fuck no. Lilith is still alive and kicking. But what I wouldn’t give to take her ass out anyway.”
“You wanna go after…” Ava realized. “Liz, are you nuts? You should probably just thank your lucky stars you’re out…why would you try and test fate like that?”
A snort made its way out of Liz’s mouth. “What do I have to be afraid of? What do I have to lose? That bitch made my life hell for…for too long.”
Ava stared after Liz nervously. “You…you wanna talk about it?”
Liz raised a lone eyebrow Ava’s direction.
Ava laughed, relieved. “Okay…good.”
There was a moment of quiet. Of awkward ‘where do we go from here’ tension.
“Its gonna get messy, Ave. You might be safer staying out of this one.”
“Please girl. You forget I’m up three years on you on the demon hunting, and about 10 years on the alien powers…which are obviously still in commission.”
“Demon hunting? Keeping busy while I was gone?”
Ava smirked. “A girl’s gotta have her fun.”
“Right.” Liz smiled. “How exactly?”
“You know…” Ava shrugged. “A little mojo here, a little latin there…a lot of black smoke later. Exercised demon. Its funny the type of shit you can learn online.”
“You’re hair.” Liz said, fingering the blonde’s long locks. “It’s long now, and no more color.”
“My hair!” The blonde girl laughed. “You’re hair! Since when did you become the punk rock princess?”
Liz smiled. “So what now? You seem to be the expert so far.”
Ava thought to herself for a moment. “I’ve got a…contact. Met him briefly a while back…seems as though he had a friend in the same situation as you. Maybe now that you’re out he’ll know more. We could go see him?”
“Sounds good considering I got nothing.”
“Well then.” The girls smiled at each other. “Let’s go!”
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“Are you out of your mind?”
Two figures came into existence across the street of the dark abandoned apartment. One a dark haired scruffy looking man, the other a tall bald headed African American man.
“This is dangerous. Too dangerous. The girl is a loose canon to say the least.”
The bald man scoffed. “You bring back Dean Winchester, who has ignored everything we’ve had to say and gone against every order we’ve given, and I’M out of my mind?”
“Dean is still growing. I have faith when the time comes he and Sam will make things happen.”
“Yeah well the clock is ticking and every second Lilith is closer to unlocking the final seals. You really think I’m going to sit idly by while those two knuckle heads mess up everything we’ve been working on for centuries?!? No. You’ve got your Hero…this one…this ones mine.”
“She’s spent too much time down there, Uriel. I can’t read her, which means you sure as hell can’t read her and then there’s the fact that she has OTHER WORDLY POWERS. How are you going to control her if she gets out of hand?!”
“The girl was practically a martyr before she was taken, Castiel. They could’ve given her saint hood. I don’t think she’s at risk. And a little bit of edge is exactly what we need to surprise Lilith.”
“A little bit of edge…this is on you if this doesn’t work out. That girl is a ticking time bomb and you know it.”
A sudden shift and there was one less man standing where once two had been.
“Let’s hope for both of our sakes you don’t screw this up, Liz Parker.”
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“I can’t believe I let you drive this piece. I coulda jacked us a better car.” Ava pulled her long hair up into a ponytail. It was surprisingly hot, both girls had stripped down to wife beaters before noon. There weren’t many people on the main drag of the town, it was a Sunday and everyone was either in church or watching the game. The car came to a halt at one of the only traffic lights, red. She glanced to her right and her left. No other cars. The only car was a black impala sitting across from her at the other end of the light. Trying to peer passed the dusty windshield she saw a tall mop of brown hair in the passenger seat, a cute face, obviously peeved about something.
It wasn’t his face that made her heart lurch up to her throat. In the drivers seat a familiar head of light brown hair…similar facial structure…but…impossible. She glared at the car, trying to see through. The impala eased forward, his window open and if she just waited a second longer—.
“LIZ!”
She felt her chin being whipped around. “What?!”
Ava tossed her finger toward the traffic light. “The lights green, space cadet.”
“Sorry.” She mumbled. No. It was silly, there was no way that it could have been him.
The rumble of Liz’s engine sputtered to a halt as they pulled in front of an old looking house. Liz lifted her sunglasses from her eyes, peering around the lot. The yard was a walking talking “you might be a redneck if” joke.
An older man came out on the porch. You guessed it, a flannel tee and baseball cap, beer in his left hand, shot gun in the right.
“Thought I told you I didn’t want to see you ‘round here again.” His voice came out scolding and rough.
“Great to see you, too, Bobby.” Ava only smiled.
“Would say the same but my momma used to tell me it’s not good to lie.”
None of these remarks had deterred Ava. “Bobby. This is Liz. My…you know…friend.” She emphasized the friend part to prove her point.
His hand tightened around his shot gun. “Are you sure about that?”
She waved him off. “Yeah, yeah. I checked.” Bobby looked unconvinced. Ava rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry bout it. We have our ways.” She waved her fingers around in a ‘spirit fingers’ way.
Bobby’s eyes narrowed. “WE? You mean to tell me this one crackles and pops like you do?”
The girls nodded their heads.
“She’s a little greener than I am…and by greener I mean new. She was born human.”
“I come in peace?” Liz made a joke hoping to ease his hand off the shot gun. It didn’t help.
“And you mean to tell me you found a way to get her out of hell?”
Ava grimaced. “That’s the thing. I didn’t get her out. She didn’t get herself out. We actually have no fuckin clue who got her out. Was hopin you’d have an idea bout it.”
Bobby finally allowed his shot gun to rest on the porch and took a long pull off his beer. “I’ll be damned.” He said finishing. “Two in a year.”
“What?” Liz asked, surprised.
“Nothin. Don’t worry bout it. Listen I might have an idea bout it. But I gotta make a phone call first.” He turned toward the house. “You ladies coming, or did you want an invitation.” He shouted after them.
The girls followed without hesitation. Bobby returned a few minutes later.
“Lotta good that did, I got the voicemail.” He spoke to the two girls perched on his living room couch. “Look, I don’t know how you’re out, I only know what I’ve seen, and it seems like you’re not the only one’s made it out of there.”
Liz looked shocked. “What?”
“I should start at the beginning.” Ava interrupted. “I was down here bout…6 or 7 months ago looking for information on demons, I followed a tip from a guy that I should find Bobby, because he knew his shit and had an extensive library. I tracked Bobby down and he was a little unwilling in the help department…so I kinda just took what I needed.”
“From the library?”
“No. From his brain.”
“Ava!” Liz scolded.
“I did it the non-painful way, I promise! Besides, I was desperate.” Ava argued.
“In any case.” Bobby spoke, interrupting their tiff. “She got what she needed and figured out that we had a similar problem. I told her what I knew which at the time, wasn’t a lot. But things have changed. Bout 4 months after he went in…my boy came out and we were just as stumped as you two are.”
“Your boy? Your son?” Liz inquired.
“Naw. Though the two might as well be. I’ve known their Daddy for years, fore he passed. Listen, you got any strange marks on you? Weird lookin hand prints?”
Ava bit back a laugh. “Not since she was sixteen.”
“Yeah, actually.” Liz spoke, shrugging off her leather jacket. The raised skin shone from her bicep. Bobby grabbed her arm to get a closer look and Ava frowned with concern.
“Yeahp. That’s it alright. Honey someone didn’t just get you out. They pulled you out. An Angel.” Bobby nodded.
“A what?” Liz looked shocked.
“No shit!” Ava laughed. “I’ve been so busy thinking about their counter parts I never thought about the fact that if demons exist Angels do too!”
“Are…are you sure?”
“Yup. Same story…I assume you were unearthed better than you were laid down? That’s the same print as on my boy. You been having weird dreams lately?”
“Well…that’s kind of a normal occurrence.” Liz shrugged.
“Matches up alright. Angels must be getting desperate. Lilith must have em by the balls.” Bobby removed his cap to wipe his head.
“Lilith…how do you know that name?”
“Same demon that held my boys deal. Same that held yours, I presume? Well now the bitch is trying to resurrect Lucifer on earth. She’s got to break 66 seals to do it. That’s why the angels pulled him out…and that’s why I’m guessing they pulled you out. To stop Lilith.” Bobby answered.
“Well then, what the fuck are we waiting on? Let’s find Lilith.”
“S’not that easy, kid. Lilith comes protected. No ones been able to spot her in a while now. She’s got eyes and ears everywhere.”
“I don’t really give a fuck. I’m shutting this bitch down for good, if I have to go back to hell to keep her there, I’ll do it.” Liz promised, with fierce determination.
Bobby turned to Ava. “The kid’s zealous. I’ll give ya that. Listen. Ain’t nothing gonna be solved tonight, and I’d like to get my boys here, see what they have to say. Hunker down for the evening, I’ll be expecting you early tomorrow.” Bobby said, leading them toward the door. The sun was fading quickly in the sky.
“Aww…Bobby…we can’t stay here?” Ava said, pouting a little.
“Hell no. I don’t want any of your mojo rubbin off around here. And for God’s sake stay outta peoples heads, would you? Look, there’s a motel down the street. Mention me and the guy’ll give you a room for half price.”
“Oh, Bobby, you old softie.” Ava giggled, kissing him on the cheek. He immediately winced and wiped his face clean.
“Thanks.” Liz waved timidly from the drive way. Bobby nodded his head in response. He stared after their car until he could no longer see the tail lights. Sighing, he retired inside.
The phone in his pocket began vibrating, he pulled it out and then pulled it to his ear.
“Yeah. You boys are gonna want to get back here pronto. It’s important….I know it, Sammy…trust me on this…you’ll both want to see this.”
Look for a new part on Wednesday
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Good Intentions (SN XO, D/L, Mature) Ch4 -6/17
Wednesday, as promised!
DreamerAZ- Want that D/L meeting? Read on, friend. read on.
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pandas2001- Oh, Uriel. What a mystery....
DatGirl88- Marriage, huh? Shouldn't you at least take it out for a couple of drinks first? Hah, thank you so much, and thank you for reading!
Detzer84- Whats a girl to do when her only friend kicks the bucket. Kick some demon ass, thats what. Yes you do find out what happened to Liz in hell, just not yet. PS. YOU rock. I love reading your replies!
Anyhoo, I'm going on vaycay for a couple weeks. No where special, just gonna get away from life for a bit, attend some weddings, the like. I'll try my hardest to update...if I can get myself to a computer thats bigger than my phone.
Chapter Four
“Okay. So what do you want to do?” Ava said plopping her bag onto her bed. The motel was dingy but neither girl seemed to care much.
Liz stared at her confused. “Do?”
“Yeah…you know…for fun? You do remember fun, right?” Ava asked sarcastically.
Liz frowned and stared at her feet, thinking.
“Oh my god you don’t remember fun…” Ava’s eyes went as wide as saucers.
Liz shrugged. “I do…I remember the feeling. I just…I’m not sure what we DO for fun.”
Ava stared at her incredulously. “Get changed….you need a drink first and foremost. I’ma need one too after all this shit. How much do you remember from your previous life?”
Liz pulled her shirt over her head. “I remember things…feelings first…I remember what it felt like to do something or have something and then I remember the name for that feeling. I can remember details, too…I just have to think about it for a second. I remembered all the way back to fifth grade when I saw Mari—.”
Ava turned and frowned. “You went to see them? Did they see you?!”
“They….may have seen me.” Liz answered sheepishly.
“WHAT!? Liz!!!”
“I’m sorry! I just…my first memories were my parents, and then them…I thought they’d gotten me out and I thought they’d be waiting for me…so I went to them. But turns out they weren’t looking for me and they hadn’t gotten me out. Don’t worry about it; they think I’m still dead. I kind of made them forget.”
“You made them forget?”
“Yeah. Not sure how I did it…but I did. Really easily too.”
“I should have guessed. You threw me way too easily the other day. Looks like you juiced up in hell.” Ava smiled, tugging on a pair of black jeans and a white tank top. Pulling a long gothic looking rosary out of her bag, she slung it over her head and let it hang on her neck.
“Juiced up?” Liz was already zipping her boots over a pair of red skinny jeans she had borrowed from Ava. She pulled her leather jacket over her black camisole and sat ready to go on the bed.
“Well, it would have been the natural progression if you had stayed alive and we would have kept training. Looks like you didn’t need to train.” Ava pulled another necklace out of her bag, this on a long leather cord with various charms and feathers attached to the bottom. She then tossed Liz her make up bag and threw the necklace at her as well.
“Here, girl. Not that you’re not still stupid pretty or whatever. But you gotta stop rolling around looking like the living dea….oh wait…you are kind of the living dead.”
Liz rolled her eyes and headed for the bathroom. “Funny.”
Both girls came out of their hotel room at the same time. Lucky enough there was a bar within walking distance.
“I thought Aliens couldn’t drink?” Liz frowned recalling a memory.
“Psh. Your set can’t drink. I used to be a lightweight like them too. It’s all about building up a tolerance. Let’s just say when you’re 13 years old and you’ve got nothing better to do, learning how to drink sounds like a fantastic idea. You can drink too, remember. I seem to recall having to tug you out of bars back in your day.”
Liz chuckled. “I remember now.”
The door of the tavern swung easily open and the girls walked in, everyone at once turned their heads to look and the whole room froze for just a moment. Everyone was bored soon enough and went back to what they were doing and the girls headed toward the bar.
Ava smiled. “Tonight’s gonna rock.”
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“Tonight’s gonna rock.” Dean beat his hands against the steering wheel in time with the music.
“You really think we should be going out? Shouldn’t we just head right to Bobby’s?” Sam asked slumping down tiredly in his seat.
“No way. One, its Saturday. Two, Bobby said he doesn’t even need us till morning. Three…I have a feeling tonight is going to be a goooood night.” Dean smiled smugly.
“Yeah? How do you know.”
“Fortune cookie said so.”
Sam raised an eyebrow.
“When food tells you something, Sammy, you listen.” Dean fished a small piece of paper out of his pocket. “Here. Read.”
Sam squinted at the paper. “A surprise awaits you tonight?” He read.
Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re supposed to add ‘in bed’ to the end of it. Jesus, Sam, do you remember being 13 at all?”
“Right. So we’re going to a bar so that your fortune cookie fortune, which was probably typed by a monkey, will come true.”
Dean ignored his brother’s statement. “Fortune cookie helps those who help themselves.” Dean pulled his car into the nearest spot and killed the engine.
“And I plan on helping myself.
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Ava stared bored into her drink. The minute they had gotten here, Liz sat down and order a beer. Something pale and something light. Ava simply shook her head and said, “Hello…what part of celebration do you not get?” And then ordered Jack Daniels for them both. Shots. Lines and Lines of them.
That was her first mistake.
Her second was letting Liz take all of those shots, not remembering that the girl hadn’t been alive for three years, and during that time had had a pretty shit go of it. So the girl began sucking them down like a pro, leaving Ava starring after her.
Half an hour later, Liz was a giggly mess with 8 empty shot glasses in front of her. Ava was barely this side of tipsy with three empty ones and 5 more staring her in the face. She pushed one more down and then had the waitress take them away. God forbid Liz get a hold of any more.
“S’cuse me I gotta pee.” She mumbled and then slid off her barstool.
“You alright, kiddo? Need any help in there?”
Liz then gave her the worst scoffing teenager ‘as if’ look ever given and said. “Ithink I can hannel a toilet….Ava.” And then staggered off.
Ava laughed and shook her head. Taking a swig out of the beer Liz had gotten for herself, she managed to hear the door open over the loud rock music playing.
Turning her head, she saw two men enter. The first a sturdy looking man, upper twenties with sandy brown hair and devastating facial features. That was a pretty man, she decided. The second followed, mid twenties, a couple inches taller with dark brown eyes and longer brown hair looking like this bar was the last place he wanted to be. He was just as if not more cute than the man she figured as his brother was. He was tall, dark and built with solid muscle. Ava felt her face heat as his eyes met hers for a moment. They took a spot at a booth just behind her and she turned back to her drink.
“Can I get you another beer?” The pretty man spoke from beside her. She smiled, trying not to feel the effects of the drinks starting to take hold.
“No.” She said with certainty.
“No? You sure? You’re running kind of low there.” He smiled a heart breaking smile.
“Yeah I’m sure.” She leaned in real close. “You’re not my type.”
He raised both his eyebrows. “I’m not?”
“Nope.” She smiled nodding her head toward his brother. “But your brother is.”
His face fell and she bit back laughter. “He is, huh?”
“Mmmhmm. Don’t worry, though. I’m not your type either.”
“Honey, I don’t have a type.” He laughed. Looking back at his brother he turned back to her. “Really…my brother? The mopey one over there?”
“I have a thing for Brooding guys.” Ava smiled.
“Well.” He said grabbing three beer bottles and handing two over to her. “Knock yourself out, then. Tell my broody ass brother I’m in the can, would you?”
“Most def.” she spun herself gracefully off the seat and walked toward the booth.
“Hi.” She said sitting down. The brother looked at her confused.
“Uh…hi.”
She handed him his beer. “I’m supposed to keep you company while your brother is in the john.”
The brother rolled his eyes. “I appreciate it, but if Dean set you up to this, it’s really unnecessary.”
“Well, Dean didn’t set me up to anything. In fact I may have hurt his ego. He was hitting on me and I told him I’d rather be talking to you.” Ava smiled coolly.
The brother turned red in the face. “Oh….uh….”
“I’m Ava.” She held her hand out for him to take, which he did.
“Sam.” He was still beet red.
“Well, cool your jets, Sam. I aint gonna jump you here in the booth.” She took a swig of her beer and leaned back, amused.
Sam relaxed a bit, letting himself smile at her joke. “Sorry. Hitting on pretty girls is usually Dean’s forte.”
Ava let herself turn a bit pink at his compliment. “You’ll do just fine, Sam.”
Over at the other end of the bar Dean was making his way toward the men’s restroom, a little peeved that that girl had chosen his brother over him. She was partly right, she wasn’t really his type, but his game was completely off. At least the girl wasn’t a demon, he thought to himself.
Before he could step into the bathroom a small figure collided into his chest. He reached out to steady the girl and instead was met with familiar brown eyes and an immobilizing scent. Before he could blink a couple times to make sure it was her, the girl was gone, wobbling down the hallway.
“Ah…you’re losin it, man.” He said aloud to himself shaking his head. It was too late, though, her scent had invaded his nostrils and now was surrounding him. He had to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Liz stumbled her way down the hall running into God knows what. Ava wasn’t back at their seats so she took a look around. A group of men were standing to her right, staring appreciatively. She half smiled and then began to dance as the song changed to something more modern. It felt good to dance, although she wasn’t sure if she was doing it right. She only barely remembered the feeling and then followed from there. The men standing next to her were smiling and cat calling, so she must have been doing something right.
“Get on that bar, sweetie!” One of them shouted, pushing her up toward the bar. She complied and climbed atop the bar, pulling off her leather jacket. Hoots and Hollers were heard all around, but she just smiled and closed her eyes, trying to remember the feeling.
Sam lifted his head from his conversation at the sound of the cheering, a small brunette had gotten on top of the bar and started dancing. Men with their tongues hanging out surrounded her. He laughed in appreciation.
“What’s so funny?” Ava, the cute blonde with the bright blue eyes cocked her head.
Sam shook his head. “Some girl’s just giving the local boys a Coyote Ugly show.”
Ava frowned and turned around in her seat.
“Oh fuck.” She turned back around and threw her head in her hands.
“Friend of yours?” he smiled.
“Yeah.” She laughed. “She’s not normally like that. Its kinda my fault, I got her drunk. I should…uh…go pull her offa there before she starts losing clothes.”
“Yeah probably.” Sam laughed, glancing back over. “Listen, thanks…it was great meeting you.”
“You too, Sam.” Ava smiled. Standing up she began to walk away.
“Ava!” He called after. She turned slowly. “I should probably get your number, shouldn’t I?”
“Probably.” She smiled. Grabbing his cell from him she punched in ten digits and handed it back. He took it from her and pressed the call button. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out.
“Now you have mine.” Sam smiled. She smiled back just as widely.
“Epic.”
Just then, a flurry of leather and denim flew by them.
“Dean?” Sam inquired. He had expected his older brother to be in the middle of the pool of men by the bar, holding up a stack of ones.
“We’re leaving.” He said sternly.
“We just got here—.”
“NOW, Sam.” He barked and even Ava jumped.
“I’m just gonna…” Ava nodded her head over toward the bar.
“Yeah. Bye.” Sam waved, walking backwards as his brother was already out the door starting the engine.
“What the hell, man? What’s going on?” Sam asked, barely clicking his seatbelt in before Dean threw the car into reverse.
“Nothing. Just needed to get out of there.” His knuckles were white around the steering wheel.
“Dean…what the hell happened? Talk to me!” Sam demanded.
“I saw something I shouldn’t have seen.” Dean answered vaguely.
“Wha—like something Supernatural?”
“Maybe.”
“What did you see? Do we need to go back?”
“Sammy…can it for tonight, alright?” Dean slammed the brakes down in front of their hotel and booked it out of the car. When Sam made his way up Dean was already in the shower.
Sam laid back on his bed starring at his cell. He was wondering if ten minutes was too soon to call.
Back at the bar Ava had pulled Liz off the table tops, much to the chagrin of every male in the joint.
“That’s enough for you, kid. What are you trying to do, be me?” Ava laughed.
Liz stumbled down and grabbed her jacket. “Woah…” She said, steadying herself.
“Woah is right.” Ava said, trying to hold her up.
“Ava?” Liz spoke, slinging her arm around the blonde girl’s shoulder.
“Yeah?” Ava grunted.
“I think it might be bed time.”
“I think you’re right, Lizzie.”
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The morning was sunny and bright, but frigid. Morning dew still clung to the plants and the grass like tiny droplets of glass, making everything slightly surreal. Ava and Liz had risen early, Liz clutching her head for a good ten minutes before Ava finally relented and healed Liz’s hangover.
“That’s what you get for not knowing your limit.” The blonde girl had laughed smugly.
“Who’s idea was it to go out again?” Liz bit back.
They had gotten to Bobby’s ten minutes before they were supposed to be there, but he was already awake and ready, sipping from a coffee mug, reading through some books. The girls disappeared into the kitchen, making bowls of cereal and coffee for themselves when they heard the sound of another car make its way up the drive.
Two doors of a Chevy Impala slammed shut simultaneously, the Winchester boys, slightly less than bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Dean frowned and nodded his head toward the unknown vehicle, an older Mustang. Sam shrugged in response.
Bobby was there to meet them at the stairs, nodding to both boys as a form of hello.
“Miss us so soon, Bobby?” Dean smirked.
“Yeah something like that.” Bobby said in his usual disinterested tone. “Get your asses inside, there’s been a new development.”
The three men made it inside to the living room, Dean plopping down on Bobby’s couch first thing, his legs up on the coffee table. Bobby swatted them off like he normally did.
“So you were a little vague on the phone…what’s going on?” Sam asked, still standing.
“Hey Bobby I think you’re running a little low on sugar and there is no Tabasco in that kit—chen.” Ava froze. Her and Sam’s eyes met for the second time in less than 24 hours. “Uh…Hi!” she said nervously.
“Hi!” He answered, just as surprised.
“You two know each other?” Bobby cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh, they know each other.” Dean smiled, laughing at the situation.
“So—.”
“Ava, I checked everywhere. Just eat your cheerios without the hot sau—.” A voice floated from the kitchen.
Things happened very quickly after that. First the bowl Liz was holding crashed to the floor. Dean jumped up and practically ran to the other side of the room. Bobby and Sam turned to each other and Dean pulled his gun out from his waist band. Ava walked toward Liz, only to be thrown back into a bookshelf. Dean got off a quick shot which was dissolved in an instant by the shield Liz had gotten up. She threw the gun from his hand and it clattered against the wall.
The room stood divided, Bobby, Sam, Dean, and Ava, who was picking herself off the floor on one side, and Liz on the other side. Her hand was pointed in their direction, a look of fury shone in her eyes, replacing the calm brown they had once been.
“No body moves.” She bit out, dark and menacing.
“Liz what the Fuck are you doing!?” Ava yelled.
“Don’t even think about it, Ave. Anyone moves and they fry, got it?!”
“Alright, girl…just cool it, okay? No ones trying to hurt you.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Liz began pacing. All three boys looked to each other in confusion as the girl started mumbling.
“I’m such a fucking idiot…I can’t believe I thought this was real. You happy now, you stupid bitch? I get it, alright?” Liz shouted toward the sky, and Ava raised her eyebrow in confusion. “I wont do it. I WONT DO IT! I’m not going to hurt them, you hear me? I can’t believe I thought I was out…I can’t believe I thought I got out!”
“What?” Ava asked confused. “Liz…you ARE out! You got out…this is real! Remember? We connected…you know this is real.”
“No.” Liz shook her head, tears beginning to stream down her face “No you’re just playing games with me. It’s just a game. Well guess what? I’m FUCKING SICK of playing!” She shouted again to the sky. Turning suddenly, she looked Dean straight in the eye. “Just do it, okay? I don’t want to hurt anyone, just…get it over with, alright? Please?”
Dean froze like a deer in headlights, looking sick to his stomach.
“Liz…calm down, okay…Cornball, its ME. I promise. I’m not lying to you. You’re not in Hell anymore, you got out, okay?”
“Then why the fuck is HE here?” She said, pointing toward an ill looking Dean.
“Him?” Ava scrunched her face.
“He’s the one I said I knew that got out. He got out, too…He’s like you.” Bobby said in a low, calming voice.
“What?” Liz stopped moving, only for a second.
“I suppose this is our fault, for not explaining.” A new voice entered the room, two men, one smaller than the other standing over by where Liz had been pacing.
Liz went to turn her hand toward them, but the shorter one got to her first, placing a hand on her forehead. She crumpled to the ground in an instant, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“What the fuck, man!” Ava shouted, running over to check on her friend.
“Unfortunate, but necessary.” The shorter man assured.
“Castiel, Uriel. This is your work, I’m assuming?” Dean crossed his arms.
“Little help, here?” Ava called from her position next to Liz, trying unsuccessfully to lift her onto the couch. Sam ran over in an instant, lifting the small girl easily in his arms, laying her gently on the couch. Ava ran her hands over Liz’s face.
“Liz? Liz wake up! Come on girl…you’re missing all the good stuff.”
Castiel glided over to the couch, passing a hand over the girls face. She gasped awake and immediately went on the offensive. Lifting a hand she threw a blast over to where he and Uriel were now standing. They side stepped it and allowed it to pass, only to take a chunk out of Bobby’s desk.
“Hey!” He shouted in protest.
Liz shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“Well that was a new one.” Ava stared at the hole she had made, surprised.
Uriel laughed, genuinely happy. “You ARE a potent little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” Liz stated, rising to a sitting position. “And I’m about to be a potent thing that’s a pain in your ass if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on.”
Sam whistled low and long, biting back a laugh at the girl’s sudden change in demeanor.
“My name is Castiel.” The shorter brown haired one knelt beside her. “This is Uriel. He pulled you out. Directly in the middle of a war.”
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Chapter Four
“Okay. So what do you want to do?” Ava said plopping her bag onto her bed. The motel was dingy but neither girl seemed to care much.
Liz stared at her confused. “Do?”
“Yeah…you know…for fun? You do remember fun, right?” Ava asked sarcastically.
Liz frowned and stared at her feet, thinking.
“Oh my god you don’t remember fun…” Ava’s eyes went as wide as saucers.
Liz shrugged. “I do…I remember the feeling. I just…I’m not sure what we DO for fun.”
Ava stared at her incredulously. “Get changed….you need a drink first and foremost. I’ma need one too after all this shit. How much do you remember from your previous life?”
Liz pulled her shirt over her head. “I remember things…feelings first…I remember what it felt like to do something or have something and then I remember the name for that feeling. I can remember details, too…I just have to think about it for a second. I remembered all the way back to fifth grade when I saw Mari—.”
Ava turned and frowned. “You went to see them? Did they see you?!”
“They….may have seen me.” Liz answered sheepishly.
“WHAT!? Liz!!!”
“I’m sorry! I just…my first memories were my parents, and then them…I thought they’d gotten me out and I thought they’d be waiting for me…so I went to them. But turns out they weren’t looking for me and they hadn’t gotten me out. Don’t worry about it; they think I’m still dead. I kind of made them forget.”
“You made them forget?”
“Yeah. Not sure how I did it…but I did. Really easily too.”
“I should have guessed. You threw me way too easily the other day. Looks like you juiced up in hell.” Ava smiled, tugging on a pair of black jeans and a white tank top. Pulling a long gothic looking rosary out of her bag, she slung it over her head and let it hang on her neck.
“Juiced up?” Liz was already zipping her boots over a pair of red skinny jeans she had borrowed from Ava. She pulled her leather jacket over her black camisole and sat ready to go on the bed.
“Well, it would have been the natural progression if you had stayed alive and we would have kept training. Looks like you didn’t need to train.” Ava pulled another necklace out of her bag, this on a long leather cord with various charms and feathers attached to the bottom. She then tossed Liz her make up bag and threw the necklace at her as well.
“Here, girl. Not that you’re not still stupid pretty or whatever. But you gotta stop rolling around looking like the living dea….oh wait…you are kind of the living dead.”
Liz rolled her eyes and headed for the bathroom. “Funny.”
Both girls came out of their hotel room at the same time. Lucky enough there was a bar within walking distance.
“I thought Aliens couldn’t drink?” Liz frowned recalling a memory.
“Psh. Your set can’t drink. I used to be a lightweight like them too. It’s all about building up a tolerance. Let’s just say when you’re 13 years old and you’ve got nothing better to do, learning how to drink sounds like a fantastic idea. You can drink too, remember. I seem to recall having to tug you out of bars back in your day.”
Liz chuckled. “I remember now.”
The door of the tavern swung easily open and the girls walked in, everyone at once turned their heads to look and the whole room froze for just a moment. Everyone was bored soon enough and went back to what they were doing and the girls headed toward the bar.
Ava smiled. “Tonight’s gonna rock.”
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“Tonight’s gonna rock.” Dean beat his hands against the steering wheel in time with the music.
“You really think we should be going out? Shouldn’t we just head right to Bobby’s?” Sam asked slumping down tiredly in his seat.
“No way. One, its Saturday. Two, Bobby said he doesn’t even need us till morning. Three…I have a feeling tonight is going to be a goooood night.” Dean smiled smugly.
“Yeah? How do you know.”
“Fortune cookie said so.”
Sam raised an eyebrow.
“When food tells you something, Sammy, you listen.” Dean fished a small piece of paper out of his pocket. “Here. Read.”
Sam squinted at the paper. “A surprise awaits you tonight?” He read.
Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re supposed to add ‘in bed’ to the end of it. Jesus, Sam, do you remember being 13 at all?”
“Right. So we’re going to a bar so that your fortune cookie fortune, which was probably typed by a monkey, will come true.”
Dean ignored his brother’s statement. “Fortune cookie helps those who help themselves.” Dean pulled his car into the nearest spot and killed the engine.
“And I plan on helping myself.
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Ava stared bored into her drink. The minute they had gotten here, Liz sat down and order a beer. Something pale and something light. Ava simply shook her head and said, “Hello…what part of celebration do you not get?” And then ordered Jack Daniels for them both. Shots. Lines and Lines of them.
That was her first mistake.
Her second was letting Liz take all of those shots, not remembering that the girl hadn’t been alive for three years, and during that time had had a pretty shit go of it. So the girl began sucking them down like a pro, leaving Ava starring after her.
Half an hour later, Liz was a giggly mess with 8 empty shot glasses in front of her. Ava was barely this side of tipsy with three empty ones and 5 more staring her in the face. She pushed one more down and then had the waitress take them away. God forbid Liz get a hold of any more.
“S’cuse me I gotta pee.” She mumbled and then slid off her barstool.
“You alright, kiddo? Need any help in there?”
Liz then gave her the worst scoffing teenager ‘as if’ look ever given and said. “Ithink I can hannel a toilet….Ava.” And then staggered off.
Ava laughed and shook her head. Taking a swig out of the beer Liz had gotten for herself, she managed to hear the door open over the loud rock music playing.
Turning her head, she saw two men enter. The first a sturdy looking man, upper twenties with sandy brown hair and devastating facial features. That was a pretty man, she decided. The second followed, mid twenties, a couple inches taller with dark brown eyes and longer brown hair looking like this bar was the last place he wanted to be. He was just as if not more cute than the man she figured as his brother was. He was tall, dark and built with solid muscle. Ava felt her face heat as his eyes met hers for a moment. They took a spot at a booth just behind her and she turned back to her drink.
“Can I get you another beer?” The pretty man spoke from beside her. She smiled, trying not to feel the effects of the drinks starting to take hold.
“No.” She said with certainty.
“No? You sure? You’re running kind of low there.” He smiled a heart breaking smile.
“Yeah I’m sure.” She leaned in real close. “You’re not my type.”
He raised both his eyebrows. “I’m not?”
“Nope.” She smiled nodding her head toward his brother. “But your brother is.”
His face fell and she bit back laughter. “He is, huh?”
“Mmmhmm. Don’t worry, though. I’m not your type either.”
“Honey, I don’t have a type.” He laughed. Looking back at his brother he turned back to her. “Really…my brother? The mopey one over there?”
“I have a thing for Brooding guys.” Ava smiled.
“Well.” He said grabbing three beer bottles and handing two over to her. “Knock yourself out, then. Tell my broody ass brother I’m in the can, would you?”
“Most def.” she spun herself gracefully off the seat and walked toward the booth.
“Hi.” She said sitting down. The brother looked at her confused.
“Uh…hi.”
She handed him his beer. “I’m supposed to keep you company while your brother is in the john.”
The brother rolled his eyes. “I appreciate it, but if Dean set you up to this, it’s really unnecessary.”
“Well, Dean didn’t set me up to anything. In fact I may have hurt his ego. He was hitting on me and I told him I’d rather be talking to you.” Ava smiled coolly.
The brother turned red in the face. “Oh….uh….”
“I’m Ava.” She held her hand out for him to take, which he did.
“Sam.” He was still beet red.
“Well, cool your jets, Sam. I aint gonna jump you here in the booth.” She took a swig of her beer and leaned back, amused.
Sam relaxed a bit, letting himself smile at her joke. “Sorry. Hitting on pretty girls is usually Dean’s forte.”
Ava let herself turn a bit pink at his compliment. “You’ll do just fine, Sam.”
Over at the other end of the bar Dean was making his way toward the men’s restroom, a little peeved that that girl had chosen his brother over him. She was partly right, she wasn’t really his type, but his game was completely off. At least the girl wasn’t a demon, he thought to himself.
Before he could step into the bathroom a small figure collided into his chest. He reached out to steady the girl and instead was met with familiar brown eyes and an immobilizing scent. Before he could blink a couple times to make sure it was her, the girl was gone, wobbling down the hallway.
“Ah…you’re losin it, man.” He said aloud to himself shaking his head. It was too late, though, her scent had invaded his nostrils and now was surrounding him. He had to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Liz stumbled her way down the hall running into God knows what. Ava wasn’t back at their seats so she took a look around. A group of men were standing to her right, staring appreciatively. She half smiled and then began to dance as the song changed to something more modern. It felt good to dance, although she wasn’t sure if she was doing it right. She only barely remembered the feeling and then followed from there. The men standing next to her were smiling and cat calling, so she must have been doing something right.
“Get on that bar, sweetie!” One of them shouted, pushing her up toward the bar. She complied and climbed atop the bar, pulling off her leather jacket. Hoots and Hollers were heard all around, but she just smiled and closed her eyes, trying to remember the feeling.
Sam lifted his head from his conversation at the sound of the cheering, a small brunette had gotten on top of the bar and started dancing. Men with their tongues hanging out surrounded her. He laughed in appreciation.
“What’s so funny?” Ava, the cute blonde with the bright blue eyes cocked her head.
Sam shook his head. “Some girl’s just giving the local boys a Coyote Ugly show.”
Ava frowned and turned around in her seat.
“Oh fuck.” She turned back around and threw her head in her hands.
“Friend of yours?” he smiled.
“Yeah.” She laughed. “She’s not normally like that. Its kinda my fault, I got her drunk. I should…uh…go pull her offa there before she starts losing clothes.”
“Yeah probably.” Sam laughed, glancing back over. “Listen, thanks…it was great meeting you.”
“You too, Sam.” Ava smiled. Standing up she began to walk away.
“Ava!” He called after. She turned slowly. “I should probably get your number, shouldn’t I?”
“Probably.” She smiled. Grabbing his cell from him she punched in ten digits and handed it back. He took it from her and pressed the call button. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out.
“Now you have mine.” Sam smiled. She smiled back just as widely.
“Epic.”
Just then, a flurry of leather and denim flew by them.
“Dean?” Sam inquired. He had expected his older brother to be in the middle of the pool of men by the bar, holding up a stack of ones.
“We’re leaving.” He said sternly.
“We just got here—.”
“NOW, Sam.” He barked and even Ava jumped.
“I’m just gonna…” Ava nodded her head over toward the bar.
“Yeah. Bye.” Sam waved, walking backwards as his brother was already out the door starting the engine.
“What the hell, man? What’s going on?” Sam asked, barely clicking his seatbelt in before Dean threw the car into reverse.
“Nothing. Just needed to get out of there.” His knuckles were white around the steering wheel.
“Dean…what the hell happened? Talk to me!” Sam demanded.
“I saw something I shouldn’t have seen.” Dean answered vaguely.
“Wha—like something Supernatural?”
“Maybe.”
“What did you see? Do we need to go back?”
“Sammy…can it for tonight, alright?” Dean slammed the brakes down in front of their hotel and booked it out of the car. When Sam made his way up Dean was already in the shower.
Sam laid back on his bed starring at his cell. He was wondering if ten minutes was too soon to call.
Back at the bar Ava had pulled Liz off the table tops, much to the chagrin of every male in the joint.
“That’s enough for you, kid. What are you trying to do, be me?” Ava laughed.
Liz stumbled down and grabbed her jacket. “Woah…” She said, steadying herself.
“Woah is right.” Ava said, trying to hold her up.
“Ava?” Liz spoke, slinging her arm around the blonde girl’s shoulder.
“Yeah?” Ava grunted.
“I think it might be bed time.”
“I think you’re right, Lizzie.”
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The morning was sunny and bright, but frigid. Morning dew still clung to the plants and the grass like tiny droplets of glass, making everything slightly surreal. Ava and Liz had risen early, Liz clutching her head for a good ten minutes before Ava finally relented and healed Liz’s hangover.
“That’s what you get for not knowing your limit.” The blonde girl had laughed smugly.
“Who’s idea was it to go out again?” Liz bit back.
They had gotten to Bobby’s ten minutes before they were supposed to be there, but he was already awake and ready, sipping from a coffee mug, reading through some books. The girls disappeared into the kitchen, making bowls of cereal and coffee for themselves when they heard the sound of another car make its way up the drive.
Two doors of a Chevy Impala slammed shut simultaneously, the Winchester boys, slightly less than bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Dean frowned and nodded his head toward the unknown vehicle, an older Mustang. Sam shrugged in response.
Bobby was there to meet them at the stairs, nodding to both boys as a form of hello.
“Miss us so soon, Bobby?” Dean smirked.
“Yeah something like that.” Bobby said in his usual disinterested tone. “Get your asses inside, there’s been a new development.”
The three men made it inside to the living room, Dean plopping down on Bobby’s couch first thing, his legs up on the coffee table. Bobby swatted them off like he normally did.
“So you were a little vague on the phone…what’s going on?” Sam asked, still standing.
“Hey Bobby I think you’re running a little low on sugar and there is no Tabasco in that kit—chen.” Ava froze. Her and Sam’s eyes met for the second time in less than 24 hours. “Uh…Hi!” she said nervously.
“Hi!” He answered, just as surprised.
“You two know each other?” Bobby cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh, they know each other.” Dean smiled, laughing at the situation.
“So—.”
“Ava, I checked everywhere. Just eat your cheerios without the hot sau—.” A voice floated from the kitchen.
Things happened very quickly after that. First the bowl Liz was holding crashed to the floor. Dean jumped up and practically ran to the other side of the room. Bobby and Sam turned to each other and Dean pulled his gun out from his waist band. Ava walked toward Liz, only to be thrown back into a bookshelf. Dean got off a quick shot which was dissolved in an instant by the shield Liz had gotten up. She threw the gun from his hand and it clattered against the wall.
The room stood divided, Bobby, Sam, Dean, and Ava, who was picking herself off the floor on one side, and Liz on the other side. Her hand was pointed in their direction, a look of fury shone in her eyes, replacing the calm brown they had once been.
“No body moves.” She bit out, dark and menacing.
“Liz what the Fuck are you doing!?” Ava yelled.
“Don’t even think about it, Ave. Anyone moves and they fry, got it?!”
“Alright, girl…just cool it, okay? No ones trying to hurt you.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Liz began pacing. All three boys looked to each other in confusion as the girl started mumbling.
“I’m such a fucking idiot…I can’t believe I thought this was real. You happy now, you stupid bitch? I get it, alright?” Liz shouted toward the sky, and Ava raised her eyebrow in confusion. “I wont do it. I WONT DO IT! I’m not going to hurt them, you hear me? I can’t believe I thought I was out…I can’t believe I thought I got out!”
“What?” Ava asked confused. “Liz…you ARE out! You got out…this is real! Remember? We connected…you know this is real.”
“No.” Liz shook her head, tears beginning to stream down her face “No you’re just playing games with me. It’s just a game. Well guess what? I’m FUCKING SICK of playing!” She shouted again to the sky. Turning suddenly, she looked Dean straight in the eye. “Just do it, okay? I don’t want to hurt anyone, just…get it over with, alright? Please?”
Dean froze like a deer in headlights, looking sick to his stomach.
“Liz…calm down, okay…Cornball, its ME. I promise. I’m not lying to you. You’re not in Hell anymore, you got out, okay?”
“Then why the fuck is HE here?” She said, pointing toward an ill looking Dean.
“Him?” Ava scrunched her face.
“He’s the one I said I knew that got out. He got out, too…He’s like you.” Bobby said in a low, calming voice.
“What?” Liz stopped moving, only for a second.
“I suppose this is our fault, for not explaining.” A new voice entered the room, two men, one smaller than the other standing over by where Liz had been pacing.
Liz went to turn her hand toward them, but the shorter one got to her first, placing a hand on her forehead. She crumpled to the ground in an instant, her eyes rolling back into her head.
“What the fuck, man!” Ava shouted, running over to check on her friend.
“Unfortunate, but necessary.” The shorter man assured.
“Castiel, Uriel. This is your work, I’m assuming?” Dean crossed his arms.
“Little help, here?” Ava called from her position next to Liz, trying unsuccessfully to lift her onto the couch. Sam ran over in an instant, lifting the small girl easily in his arms, laying her gently on the couch. Ava ran her hands over Liz’s face.
“Liz? Liz wake up! Come on girl…you’re missing all the good stuff.”
Castiel glided over to the couch, passing a hand over the girls face. She gasped awake and immediately went on the offensive. Lifting a hand she threw a blast over to where he and Uriel were now standing. They side stepped it and allowed it to pass, only to take a chunk out of Bobby’s desk.
“Hey!” He shouted in protest.
Liz shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“Well that was a new one.” Ava stared at the hole she had made, surprised.
Uriel laughed, genuinely happy. “You ARE a potent little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” Liz stated, rising to a sitting position. “And I’m about to be a potent thing that’s a pain in your ass if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on.”
Sam whistled low and long, biting back a laugh at the girl’s sudden change in demeanor.
“My name is Castiel.” The shorter brown haired one knelt beside her. “This is Uriel. He pulled you out. Directly in the middle of a war.”
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Good Intentions (SN XO, D/L, Mature) Ch5 -6/27
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Chapter Five
“So let me get this straight. You pulled her out of hell to stop Lilith, the same reason you pulled me out?”
“Get this straight, Winchester. I didn’t pull you out.” Uriel snarled. “I pulled her out because I figured she’d get the job done, unlike you two clods who have been nothing but trouble since we unearthed you.”
“So great, let’s just start yankin everyone out of there. The murderers and the rapists…all those evil sonsabitches, bet they’d love to get out and get a chunk of Lilith.” Dean said sarcastically.
“Don’t pretend like you know why I was in hell in the first place.” Liz spoke for the first time. “If I recall you were in the same hell I was.”
The group awkwardly looked at each other as Dean and Liz had a staring contest.
“I made the decision to pull Dean out. Uriel made the decision, without consulting anyone else, to pull Liz out.”
“Don’t sound so thrilled about it.” Ava scoffed.
“I don’t mean to sound uncaring.” Castiel spoke softly. “It’s unfortunate that Miss Parker was in hell under the circumstances she was placed in…but there are certain…restrictions upon how long someone can be in hell for before they are taken out. It’s simply not done under normal circumstances, but with the amount of time she was in there alone…”
“How long were you in there?” Sam asked Liz.
“She died March 18th, 2006.” Ava answered for her. A collective gasp was heard about the room.
“Shit.” Bobby spoke up.
“So what, she was in too long, so sorry but now that you’ve brought her back you have to put her back in?” Ava stood up in Castiel’s face, trying her best to be intimidating.
“I don’t really give a shit if you put me back in.” Liz said, causing everyone’s eyes to shoot to her once again. “But let me make something clear. I’m not anyone’s fucking puppet. I’m not a pawn you can use in a game. WHEN I kill Lilith it’ll be because that bitch deserves to die a hundred deaths. Not for some agenda that has nothing to do with me. If you have a problem with that, then you might as well throw me back in now. I’m not really in the mood for mind games.” With that she had stalked out the door, the screen door slamming behind her as she left.
A loud booming laughter erupted from Uriel’s gut. “Now THAT is what I’m talking about.”
By the time anyone in the room had the good sense to scowl at the Angel, they had both disappeared.
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“Liz!”
“Over here, Ava.”
“Hey.” Ava hoisted herself up onto the truck bed where Liz was currently seated. “You cool?”
“I’m fine. Sorry I kinda went all psycho in there.” She blushed.
“Eh. Everybody has their days. Those angels were a trip though, right? So…what do you want to do now?” Ava linked her arm with Liz’s.
“Go after Lilith, I guess. Didn’t sense that I had much of a choice on that one.”
“Yeah…but…okay…don’t be mad. I talked to Sam about…maybe…traveling together.”
Liz frowned at Ava. “What? Why would we…”
“Look, four heads are better than two…and from what Sam’s told me in the last 5 minutes, they know what they’re doing, they’ve been doin this since they were kids. And apparently Lilith’s got some serious power backing her.”
“I fucking know that Ava.” Liz rolled her eyes.
“Yeah well…Liz, I don’t know about you…but I’d like to see us both alive at the end of this. You know, take advantage on that second lease at life you’ve been given?”
“Yeah I get it, Aves. It’s just that…I don’t think they’ll want to go with us.”
“Well…Sam suggested the idea, and I think Dean might…” Ava frowned, squinting her eyes at Liz. “Did something…happen…between you two while you were six feet under?”
Liz shook her head. “No. Not like you’re thinking.”
“Mmhmm.” Ava said, still staring. “In any case. Sam’s working on Dean. There is one condition…if we go…we have to be honest about our powers.”
“What?! Ava!”
“What? It’s not like everyone doesn’t know we’re a little freaky already after your little power display. So…if he agrees, are you in?”
The brunette sighed. “Yeah, I’m in.”
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“No fucking way, Sammy.”
“Dean…they can help.”
“Sam, I’m not a fucking babysitter. I’ve got enough on my plate worrying about your six to have to worry about theirs too!”
“Uh Dean?” Sam gestured to the desk with a giant chunk missing out of it., Bobby hovered over it, trying to find a way to fix it. “I’m thinking they can handle themselves.”
“Which is another point. What exactly are they, again?”
“Ava said she’d explain everything if we decided to go do this together.”
“You heard Castiel. She’s dangerous!”
“Since when did we start listening to them?”
“We’re not doing this just so you can do the horizontal tango with the blonde chick, Samuel.”
“It’s not about that, Dean!”
“Well…the answer is no. No. Ehnnnnn Ohhhhhh.” Dean plopped himself back on the couch and scowled.
Sam stared at him for a moment…the wheels turning in his head. “This isn’t about it being safe or Ava…it’s about Liz…something happened, didn’t it?”
“Shut your trap, Sam. Nothing happened.”
“If nothing happened then what are you so worried about?” Sam teased.
Dean glared at his brother. “Fine, Sam. Fine. We’ll do it your way…we’ll go with the chicks.”
As if on cue, the girls walked back into Bobby’s.
“What’s the verdict, boys?” Ava asked, popping her gum.
Dean pouted on the couch. “We’re going.” Sam answered for the both of them.
“But first…” Dean spoke. “We want answers.”
“And I’d like a new desk.” Bobby grumbled.
The girls looked at each other, rolling their eyes. Bobby jumped back when the girls extended their hands…the pieces of the wood whirling together back into correct formation. It was as if nothing had even touched the wood.
Ava was the first to speak. “Well…It starts in a Galaxy far, far away.”
Chapter Five
“So let me get this straight. You pulled her out of hell to stop Lilith, the same reason you pulled me out?”
“Get this straight, Winchester. I didn’t pull you out.” Uriel snarled. “I pulled her out because I figured she’d get the job done, unlike you two clods who have been nothing but trouble since we unearthed you.”
“So great, let’s just start yankin everyone out of there. The murderers and the rapists…all those evil sonsabitches, bet they’d love to get out and get a chunk of Lilith.” Dean said sarcastically.
“Don’t pretend like you know why I was in hell in the first place.” Liz spoke for the first time. “If I recall you were in the same hell I was.”
The group awkwardly looked at each other as Dean and Liz had a staring contest.
“I made the decision to pull Dean out. Uriel made the decision, without consulting anyone else, to pull Liz out.”
“Don’t sound so thrilled about it.” Ava scoffed.
“I don’t mean to sound uncaring.” Castiel spoke softly. “It’s unfortunate that Miss Parker was in hell under the circumstances she was placed in…but there are certain…restrictions upon how long someone can be in hell for before they are taken out. It’s simply not done under normal circumstances, but with the amount of time she was in there alone…”
“How long were you in there?” Sam asked Liz.
“She died March 18th, 2006.” Ava answered for her. A collective gasp was heard about the room.
“Shit.” Bobby spoke up.
“So what, she was in too long, so sorry but now that you’ve brought her back you have to put her back in?” Ava stood up in Castiel’s face, trying her best to be intimidating.
“I don’t really give a shit if you put me back in.” Liz said, causing everyone’s eyes to shoot to her once again. “But let me make something clear. I’m not anyone’s fucking puppet. I’m not a pawn you can use in a game. WHEN I kill Lilith it’ll be because that bitch deserves to die a hundred deaths. Not for some agenda that has nothing to do with me. If you have a problem with that, then you might as well throw me back in now. I’m not really in the mood for mind games.” With that she had stalked out the door, the screen door slamming behind her as she left.
A loud booming laughter erupted from Uriel’s gut. “Now THAT is what I’m talking about.”
By the time anyone in the room had the good sense to scowl at the Angel, they had both disappeared.
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“Liz!”
“Over here, Ava.”
“Hey.” Ava hoisted herself up onto the truck bed where Liz was currently seated. “You cool?”
“I’m fine. Sorry I kinda went all psycho in there.” She blushed.
“Eh. Everybody has their days. Those angels were a trip though, right? So…what do you want to do now?” Ava linked her arm with Liz’s.
“Go after Lilith, I guess. Didn’t sense that I had much of a choice on that one.”
“Yeah…but…okay…don’t be mad. I talked to Sam about…maybe…traveling together.”
Liz frowned at Ava. “What? Why would we…”
“Look, four heads are better than two…and from what Sam’s told me in the last 5 minutes, they know what they’re doing, they’ve been doin this since they were kids. And apparently Lilith’s got some serious power backing her.”
“I fucking know that Ava.” Liz rolled her eyes.
“Yeah well…Liz, I don’t know about you…but I’d like to see us both alive at the end of this. You know, take advantage on that second lease at life you’ve been given?”
“Yeah I get it, Aves. It’s just that…I don’t think they’ll want to go with us.”
“Well…Sam suggested the idea, and I think Dean might…” Ava frowned, squinting her eyes at Liz. “Did something…happen…between you two while you were six feet under?”
Liz shook her head. “No. Not like you’re thinking.”
“Mmhmm.” Ava said, still staring. “In any case. Sam’s working on Dean. There is one condition…if we go…we have to be honest about our powers.”
“What?! Ava!”
“What? It’s not like everyone doesn’t know we’re a little freaky already after your little power display. So…if he agrees, are you in?”
The brunette sighed. “Yeah, I’m in.”
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“No fucking way, Sammy.”
“Dean…they can help.”
“Sam, I’m not a fucking babysitter. I’ve got enough on my plate worrying about your six to have to worry about theirs too!”
“Uh Dean?” Sam gestured to the desk with a giant chunk missing out of it., Bobby hovered over it, trying to find a way to fix it. “I’m thinking they can handle themselves.”
“Which is another point. What exactly are they, again?”
“Ava said she’d explain everything if we decided to go do this together.”
“You heard Castiel. She’s dangerous!”
“Since when did we start listening to them?”
“We’re not doing this just so you can do the horizontal tango with the blonde chick, Samuel.”
“It’s not about that, Dean!”
“Well…the answer is no. No. Ehnnnnn Ohhhhhh.” Dean plopped himself back on the couch and scowled.
Sam stared at him for a moment…the wheels turning in his head. “This isn’t about it being safe or Ava…it’s about Liz…something happened, didn’t it?”
“Shut your trap, Sam. Nothing happened.”
“If nothing happened then what are you so worried about?” Sam teased.
Dean glared at his brother. “Fine, Sam. Fine. We’ll do it your way…we’ll go with the chicks.”
As if on cue, the girls walked back into Bobby’s.
“What’s the verdict, boys?” Ava asked, popping her gum.
Dean pouted on the couch. “We’re going.” Sam answered for the both of them.
“But first…” Dean spoke. “We want answers.”
“And I’d like a new desk.” Bobby grumbled.
The girls looked at each other, rolling their eyes. Bobby jumped back when the girls extended their hands…the pieces of the wood whirling together back into correct formation. It was as if nothing had even touched the wood.
Ava was the first to speak. “Well…It starts in a Galaxy far, far away.”
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Chapter Six
“Can’t believe I’m on a fucking road trip with fucking E.T.” Dean mumbled under his breath.
“Dean, it’s not that bad.”
“Just because you’re going to bone one of them does not make this acceptable.”
“So they’re girls. So what. Usually you’re jumping at the chance to be around girls half as good looking as they are.”
“The difference being, Sammy, that those girls are usually human.”
Sam smiled, knowing his brother was getting riled up. “Liz is human.”
“Liz was born human. Born and Is are two very different things.” Dean pulled off the highway and straight into the nearest diner, watching as the mustang behind him did the same.
“But you still think she’s hot.” Sam spoke for Dean.
“God, when did you grow a penis? I’m not going to discuss who I think is ‘hot’ with you, Samantha.”
He slammed the door and the girls looked at him strangely as they got out of their car.
“You never answered my question!” Sam shouted after him, laughing.
They found a seat next to the window and climbed in, two brothers facing two almost sisters. The waitress came and took their orders and they sat in a silent lull.
“So…” Sam spoke as he watched Ava twirl the straw in her drink. “Where are you guys from?”
“Well. I’m from New York. Cornball here is from good old Roswell, New Mexico.”
“No shit. Alien capital of the world?” Sam laughed.
Liz raised her eyebrow. “You hunt Casper and you’re surprised about aliens? Really?”
“So these other alien’s you know…where are they?”
“Well…Rath and Lonnie are toast. Zan died when I was 16. And as for our protector…I’m pretty sure he’s some kind of movie producer or something.” Ava shrugged.
“Zan…that was…” Sam asked cautiously.
“Yep.”
“What about your…set, is it?”
“I don’t have a set. I’m human…kind of.” Liz smiled. “As far as I know they’re all living in the Albuquerque area. Isabel and Alex have two kids, Maria and Michael have two and Max and Tess are on their first.”
“They got rug rats? Shit.” Ava scoffed.
“And Max is the one that changed you?” Sam wanted to confirm.
“Yeah. He’s my ex.” Liz glanced at Dean who was staring intensely into his plate of fries.
“He’s a dope.” Ava said under her breath. “The guys a douche. They’re all douche bags.”
“Ava…stop…its fine.” Liz consoled.
“Huh?” Sam asked.
Liz sighed. “When I died, I thought Ava was dead. Ava was the only one who really knew what happened, so I left clues in my belongings hoping someone would figure out what had happened and find a way to get me out. When I did get out I went to them thinking they did it. But…they had no idea what I was talking about…they hadn’t been able to look through my stuff, they said.”
“Wow…” Sam shook his head, shocked.
“Sound like a bunch of selfish pricks to me.” Dean murmured, speaking for the first time.
Liz stared at him shocked for a moment. “I…I can’t really blame them. I mean, they moved on. I pushed them away, I didn’t call or write. They moved on…and they’re happy. That’s all I wanted.” She finished quietly.
“So where are we heading?” Ava interrupted, sensing her friend’s discomfort.
“Uh…well, we’re not really sure.” Sam grinned sheepishly. “Usually Cas shows up with the next seal and we go after it.”
“So until then we…”
“Usually we just find a case and work that. We’ll probably need to stock up on supplies—.”
“Why are we waiting for Castiel to show? Why can’t we just find Lilith now?” Liz asked impatiently.
“Because we don’t have the fire power to defeat Lilith right now.” Dean said firmly.
“Says who?” Ava scoffed. “I don’t know about you boys but—.”
“Look, Lilith isn’t just some lower level prancing around doing naughty things. This is serious shit she’s delving. Which means when we go in, we go in prepared and with a plan. We can’t just go in guns a-blazing. I know you think you’re the big bad cause you got some green rolling around in your veins, but Sam and I have been doing this all our lives. You still got a ways to go and things to learn.” Dean rolled his eyes.
“Right. Okay…so train us.” Liz said seriously. “Teach us what we need to know. We’re after the same thing here, and the goal is to shut her down…so we spend some time training, come up with a couple good plans of attack and we see where we go from there.”
“Alright. But we’ll need someplace to be for a while. We can’t really use hotel rooms and I don’t think Bobby would be too keen on us invading his home.” Sam noted.
“Hmm. Well lucky for you boys…” Ava grinned “I know just the space.”
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“I’m sorry, you want us to live in a sewer?”
“You can live wherever you like, duke. But if you’ve got a better idea where we can cause a ridiculous amount of ruckus and not get caught then I’d love to hear it.” Ava responded, plopping herself onto a worn looking sofa.
Dean was not convinced.
Ava rolled her eyes at him. “Look, it’s cleaner than it looks. No one ever comes down here, there’s enough space for everyone and if we wreck something, who gives a shit?”
“She’s right, Dean.” Sam countered.
Dean sighed. “I guess this wouldn’t be the worst dump we’ve stayed in.”
“Aww see…that’s the spirit. So look. I’m gonna go buy some new sheets and possibly a new couch cover or something. Sammy, you wanna go?” Ava offered.
“Yeah sounds fun.”
“Alright, see you kids later.” Ava winked before walking down the way with Sam.
Dean pulled out a lap top and began typing as Liz looked on quietly.
“Hmm. We get service here.” Dean mumbled to himself.
“Yeah, there’s a Starbucks right above us, I think.” Liz answered for him. He only nodded his head.
Silence.
“So…” She drawled out. “You ever been to New York before?”
“Not the City.”
“Ahh.”
More silence.
“Well I’ve only been here once before with Ava…maybe we can go check out the sights. Get the lay of the land?”
Dean put down the lap top and lay out on the couch. “You go ahead. I’m gonna take a nap.”
“Right.” Liz said to Dean’s back. “Oookay.” She said before spinning on her heel and heading out the way that Ava and Sam had gone.
A couple hours later and Liz wandered back into their temporary home, Dean awake but still in the same position on the couch flipping through a book.
“Are Ava and Sam back, yet?” She asked.
“The love birds? They came back, dropped their shit off and then took off again. Ava said call if you need her.” Dean responded, pointing to a pile of bags, not bothering to raise his eye level.
“Ahh.” Liz began promenading around the space eyeing what was in the bag. After a couple of moments of silence Dean looked out of the corner of his eye and watched her as she began to ‘fix’ things around their space. With a wave of the hand the ground was clean. Another wave and the walls looked less dingy. One more wave and she had cleaned out the makeshift bedrooms. She was about to wave the sheets into place when Dean interrupted.
“Listen your alien voodoo shit kinda creeps me out, would you mind canning it for a bit?”
Liz’s gleeful kid in a candy store smile faded quickly. She pressed her lips together and opened them again with a pop. “Oookay.” She replied, plopping herself on the couch next to a stiff looking Dean.
They sat there then, both staring at each other but looking away quickly when caught by the other. Liz began whistling the theme from Robin Hood but quickly stopped and murmured a sorry when Dean shot a look her way. Another moment of quiet passed before Liz turned at Dean like she was drawing a weapon.
“What do you remember?”
“What do YOU remember?” He fired back just as quickly.
They stared at each other at an impasse, both unwilling to relent until Liz finally sighed. “Fine. I’ll go first, but you’ll have to be more specific. Lots of things happened when I was down there.”
Dean furrowed his eyebrows. “Lots of things?”
“Yeah….the…demon that was put in charge of torturing me got direct orders from Lilith. I never found out its name. I never saw its face. I guess that was all part of the ‘game’” Liz said making air quotes. “Anyway, I remember being on my bed in my apartment, hearing the Hell Hounds coming. I remember…feeling them…Then…nothing. Then I woke up in my room at Roswell, at my parents’ house…and everything was normal. Like I was 17 again. Alex was alive and downstairs eating…all my friends were there…we were all happy and okay. I remembered thinking…it was all just a crazy dream…none of it was real. And then…the headaches would start. I would start hearing voices…telling me to do bad things…at first I tried to ignore them but they just got louder. If I didn’t do what they told me…my friends…my family would start turning on me. One by one they’d try to kill me. The first time…Alex killed me.”
“The first time?” Dean whispered.
“Yeah.” Liz confirmed. “Everytime I died it would start over again. I would wake up in my room everything would be the same. The time after that Max, my ex, he was the one to kill me. Then My parents, my other best friend. Eventually…I started listening to the voices. They would tell me…if you don’t kill this person, they’re going to kill you. God it sounds like such a dream…something you would see in a movie but it felt so real. Everything felt so real…everything! So eventually I started listening. I listened to the voices. I did what they said. And when I did what they said they told me more things. Why I was down there…why I didn’t deserve to be down there but because of my friends and family I was suffering…they were the ones that deserved death…that deserved hell. Not me. And then one day…I left Roswell. I had killed everyone I cared about, but I didn’t wake up…it kept going. It led to other places and it was the same thing…This person will kill you if you don’t kill them. This person deserves to die, to suffer, but instead you’re dead, you’re suffering. So kill them. And so I did. I can’t remember how many times… but I did.
I remember standing above this family…with like…little kids and a dog and I had just slaughtered them all and was just covered in their blood, and their white carpet was soaked with blood and I was just…I was just laughing! I was laughing so hard and…then I started sobbing. I said I don’t care who you are but I’m not doing it anymore. I’m not doing this anymore. And then I stabbed myself in the heart.”
“Shit.” Dean said, flabbergasted.
“When I woke up…I was strapped to the rack. There were a couple demons with me but none of them were the one that was in charge of me. But they all relayed the same message. This will stop when you decide to start again.”
“Yeah.” Dean said, his own hell coming clear into view.
“That’s…when I saw you.” Liz whispered. “You were the only human I ever saw. The only one…that was real at least. The only person to ever…you know…that I didn’t already know. I thought it was strange but…I didn’t really even give it much thought that you were a real person until I saw you again. I thought you were just something I had created.”
“What?”
“I kind of thought that everything that happened was because…because inside I was angry. Because inside I was bad. It was the worst parts of me…my darkest and deepest desires amplified by a thousand. So I thought that I had made you up or something. Anyway. Your turn.” She smiled carefully.
“Wait.” Dean frowned. “They, uh…they strapped you down like they did me…told you you it would stop if you started…did…did you ever start again?” He asked cautiously.
Liz looked down for a moment before nodding her head. “Yeah. Yeah I did. I started again and it started back where I’d left it…back in Roswell. Except the delusions…they got more elaborate. More…involved I guess. But…enough about mine. Your turn.”
Dean tried to swallow the lump in his throat repeatedly but couldn’t form words. He was saved by the blonde as Ava skipped into their space.
“Honey! We’re home!” She shouted. “And we brought food!”
Sam followed behind, laughing at the girl’s antics and placing white take out bags on the table. Dean and Liz shared a tight lipped smirk before turning to face the grinning duo.
“Oh, Cornball. I forget how much I loved this city. God I love New York!” Ava slung her arm around the brunettes shoulder, leading her to the table.
Liz cocked an eyebrow in Ava’s direction and glanced at Sam who was red eared talking to Dean. Her eyes narrowed at the blonde girl. “Did you have sex?” She whispered.
Ava feigned horror. “What? I can’t be happy in my hometown?”
Liz very obviously wasn’t buying it.
Ava gave in. “Okay fine. Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t” She claimed, her accent returning for a moment.
“Oh my god! Where the heck…you know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know!” Liz shuddered before taking a seat at the table.
“Good, cause I don’t kiss and tell.” Ava stuck her tongue out. “Alright! We’ve got…a quacamole burger extra hot, that’s mine.” She said, reaching into the white take out bags and pulling Styrofoam containers out. “A bacon cheese burger…”
Dean and Liz’s hand’s met as they both reached for the container.
“Oh…uh…”
“No, sorry, that’s all you…”
Sam and Ava smiled at their moment.
“No worries, kids…I got two bacon cheese burgers.” Ava smiled.
The two both took their respective containers and mumbled a quick ‘thanks’.
“Okay. Awkward.” Ava laughed.
“Why the hell is there so much hot sauce on your burger?!” Sam stared at Ava’s plate, her fries swimming in tobasco.
The girls tried to stifle a laugh but failed miserably. The joke was completely lost on the Winchester boys, staring strangely at their giggling companions.
It would be an interesting stay.
Chapter Six
“Can’t believe I’m on a fucking road trip with fucking E.T.” Dean mumbled under his breath.
“Dean, it’s not that bad.”
“Just because you’re going to bone one of them does not make this acceptable.”
“So they’re girls. So what. Usually you’re jumping at the chance to be around girls half as good looking as they are.”
“The difference being, Sammy, that those girls are usually human.”
Sam smiled, knowing his brother was getting riled up. “Liz is human.”
“Liz was born human. Born and Is are two very different things.” Dean pulled off the highway and straight into the nearest diner, watching as the mustang behind him did the same.
“But you still think she’s hot.” Sam spoke for Dean.
“God, when did you grow a penis? I’m not going to discuss who I think is ‘hot’ with you, Samantha.”
He slammed the door and the girls looked at him strangely as they got out of their car.
“You never answered my question!” Sam shouted after him, laughing.
They found a seat next to the window and climbed in, two brothers facing two almost sisters. The waitress came and took their orders and they sat in a silent lull.
“So…” Sam spoke as he watched Ava twirl the straw in her drink. “Where are you guys from?”
“Well. I’m from New York. Cornball here is from good old Roswell, New Mexico.”
“No shit. Alien capital of the world?” Sam laughed.
Liz raised her eyebrow. “You hunt Casper and you’re surprised about aliens? Really?”
“So these other alien’s you know…where are they?”
“Well…Rath and Lonnie are toast. Zan died when I was 16. And as for our protector…I’m pretty sure he’s some kind of movie producer or something.” Ava shrugged.
“Zan…that was…” Sam asked cautiously.
“Yep.”
“What about your…set, is it?”
“I don’t have a set. I’m human…kind of.” Liz smiled. “As far as I know they’re all living in the Albuquerque area. Isabel and Alex have two kids, Maria and Michael have two and Max and Tess are on their first.”
“They got rug rats? Shit.” Ava scoffed.
“And Max is the one that changed you?” Sam wanted to confirm.
“Yeah. He’s my ex.” Liz glanced at Dean who was staring intensely into his plate of fries.
“He’s a dope.” Ava said under her breath. “The guys a douche. They’re all douche bags.”
“Ava…stop…its fine.” Liz consoled.
“Huh?” Sam asked.
Liz sighed. “When I died, I thought Ava was dead. Ava was the only one who really knew what happened, so I left clues in my belongings hoping someone would figure out what had happened and find a way to get me out. When I did get out I went to them thinking they did it. But…they had no idea what I was talking about…they hadn’t been able to look through my stuff, they said.”
“Wow…” Sam shook his head, shocked.
“Sound like a bunch of selfish pricks to me.” Dean murmured, speaking for the first time.
Liz stared at him shocked for a moment. “I…I can’t really blame them. I mean, they moved on. I pushed them away, I didn’t call or write. They moved on…and they’re happy. That’s all I wanted.” She finished quietly.
“So where are we heading?” Ava interrupted, sensing her friend’s discomfort.
“Uh…well, we’re not really sure.” Sam grinned sheepishly. “Usually Cas shows up with the next seal and we go after it.”
“So until then we…”
“Usually we just find a case and work that. We’ll probably need to stock up on supplies—.”
“Why are we waiting for Castiel to show? Why can’t we just find Lilith now?” Liz asked impatiently.
“Because we don’t have the fire power to defeat Lilith right now.” Dean said firmly.
“Says who?” Ava scoffed. “I don’t know about you boys but—.”
“Look, Lilith isn’t just some lower level prancing around doing naughty things. This is serious shit she’s delving. Which means when we go in, we go in prepared and with a plan. We can’t just go in guns a-blazing. I know you think you’re the big bad cause you got some green rolling around in your veins, but Sam and I have been doing this all our lives. You still got a ways to go and things to learn.” Dean rolled his eyes.
“Right. Okay…so train us.” Liz said seriously. “Teach us what we need to know. We’re after the same thing here, and the goal is to shut her down…so we spend some time training, come up with a couple good plans of attack and we see where we go from there.”
“Alright. But we’ll need someplace to be for a while. We can’t really use hotel rooms and I don’t think Bobby would be too keen on us invading his home.” Sam noted.
“Hmm. Well lucky for you boys…” Ava grinned “I know just the space.”
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“I’m sorry, you want us to live in a sewer?”
“You can live wherever you like, duke. But if you’ve got a better idea where we can cause a ridiculous amount of ruckus and not get caught then I’d love to hear it.” Ava responded, plopping herself onto a worn looking sofa.
Dean was not convinced.
Ava rolled her eyes at him. “Look, it’s cleaner than it looks. No one ever comes down here, there’s enough space for everyone and if we wreck something, who gives a shit?”
“She’s right, Dean.” Sam countered.
Dean sighed. “I guess this wouldn’t be the worst dump we’ve stayed in.”
“Aww see…that’s the spirit. So look. I’m gonna go buy some new sheets and possibly a new couch cover or something. Sammy, you wanna go?” Ava offered.
“Yeah sounds fun.”
“Alright, see you kids later.” Ava winked before walking down the way with Sam.
Dean pulled out a lap top and began typing as Liz looked on quietly.
“Hmm. We get service here.” Dean mumbled to himself.
“Yeah, there’s a Starbucks right above us, I think.” Liz answered for him. He only nodded his head.
Silence.
“So…” She drawled out. “You ever been to New York before?”
“Not the City.”
“Ahh.”
More silence.
“Well I’ve only been here once before with Ava…maybe we can go check out the sights. Get the lay of the land?”
Dean put down the lap top and lay out on the couch. “You go ahead. I’m gonna take a nap.”
“Right.” Liz said to Dean’s back. “Oookay.” She said before spinning on her heel and heading out the way that Ava and Sam had gone.
A couple hours later and Liz wandered back into their temporary home, Dean awake but still in the same position on the couch flipping through a book.
“Are Ava and Sam back, yet?” She asked.
“The love birds? They came back, dropped their shit off and then took off again. Ava said call if you need her.” Dean responded, pointing to a pile of bags, not bothering to raise his eye level.
“Ahh.” Liz began promenading around the space eyeing what was in the bag. After a couple of moments of silence Dean looked out of the corner of his eye and watched her as she began to ‘fix’ things around their space. With a wave of the hand the ground was clean. Another wave and the walls looked less dingy. One more wave and she had cleaned out the makeshift bedrooms. She was about to wave the sheets into place when Dean interrupted.
“Listen your alien voodoo shit kinda creeps me out, would you mind canning it for a bit?”
Liz’s gleeful kid in a candy store smile faded quickly. She pressed her lips together and opened them again with a pop. “Oookay.” She replied, plopping herself on the couch next to a stiff looking Dean.
They sat there then, both staring at each other but looking away quickly when caught by the other. Liz began whistling the theme from Robin Hood but quickly stopped and murmured a sorry when Dean shot a look her way. Another moment of quiet passed before Liz turned at Dean like she was drawing a weapon.
“What do you remember?”
“What do YOU remember?” He fired back just as quickly.
They stared at each other at an impasse, both unwilling to relent until Liz finally sighed. “Fine. I’ll go first, but you’ll have to be more specific. Lots of things happened when I was down there.”
Dean furrowed his eyebrows. “Lots of things?”
“Yeah….the…demon that was put in charge of torturing me got direct orders from Lilith. I never found out its name. I never saw its face. I guess that was all part of the ‘game’” Liz said making air quotes. “Anyway, I remember being on my bed in my apartment, hearing the Hell Hounds coming. I remember…feeling them…Then…nothing. Then I woke up in my room at Roswell, at my parents’ house…and everything was normal. Like I was 17 again. Alex was alive and downstairs eating…all my friends were there…we were all happy and okay. I remembered thinking…it was all just a crazy dream…none of it was real. And then…the headaches would start. I would start hearing voices…telling me to do bad things…at first I tried to ignore them but they just got louder. If I didn’t do what they told me…my friends…my family would start turning on me. One by one they’d try to kill me. The first time…Alex killed me.”
“The first time?” Dean whispered.
“Yeah.” Liz confirmed. “Everytime I died it would start over again. I would wake up in my room everything would be the same. The time after that Max, my ex, he was the one to kill me. Then My parents, my other best friend. Eventually…I started listening to the voices. They would tell me…if you don’t kill this person, they’re going to kill you. God it sounds like such a dream…something you would see in a movie but it felt so real. Everything felt so real…everything! So eventually I started listening. I listened to the voices. I did what they said. And when I did what they said they told me more things. Why I was down there…why I didn’t deserve to be down there but because of my friends and family I was suffering…they were the ones that deserved death…that deserved hell. Not me. And then one day…I left Roswell. I had killed everyone I cared about, but I didn’t wake up…it kept going. It led to other places and it was the same thing…This person will kill you if you don’t kill them. This person deserves to die, to suffer, but instead you’re dead, you’re suffering. So kill them. And so I did. I can’t remember how many times… but I did.
I remember standing above this family…with like…little kids and a dog and I had just slaughtered them all and was just covered in their blood, and their white carpet was soaked with blood and I was just…I was just laughing! I was laughing so hard and…then I started sobbing. I said I don’t care who you are but I’m not doing it anymore. I’m not doing this anymore. And then I stabbed myself in the heart.”
“Shit.” Dean said, flabbergasted.
“When I woke up…I was strapped to the rack. There were a couple demons with me but none of them were the one that was in charge of me. But they all relayed the same message. This will stop when you decide to start again.”
“Yeah.” Dean said, his own hell coming clear into view.
“That’s…when I saw you.” Liz whispered. “You were the only human I ever saw. The only one…that was real at least. The only person to ever…you know…that I didn’t already know. I thought it was strange but…I didn’t really even give it much thought that you were a real person until I saw you again. I thought you were just something I had created.”
“What?”
“I kind of thought that everything that happened was because…because inside I was angry. Because inside I was bad. It was the worst parts of me…my darkest and deepest desires amplified by a thousand. So I thought that I had made you up or something. Anyway. Your turn.” She smiled carefully.
“Wait.” Dean frowned. “They, uh…they strapped you down like they did me…told you you it would stop if you started…did…did you ever start again?” He asked cautiously.
Liz looked down for a moment before nodding her head. “Yeah. Yeah I did. I started again and it started back where I’d left it…back in Roswell. Except the delusions…they got more elaborate. More…involved I guess. But…enough about mine. Your turn.”
Dean tried to swallow the lump in his throat repeatedly but couldn’t form words. He was saved by the blonde as Ava skipped into their space.
“Honey! We’re home!” She shouted. “And we brought food!”
Sam followed behind, laughing at the girl’s antics and placing white take out bags on the table. Dean and Liz shared a tight lipped smirk before turning to face the grinning duo.
“Oh, Cornball. I forget how much I loved this city. God I love New York!” Ava slung her arm around the brunettes shoulder, leading her to the table.
Liz cocked an eyebrow in Ava’s direction and glanced at Sam who was red eared talking to Dean. Her eyes narrowed at the blonde girl. “Did you have sex?” She whispered.
Ava feigned horror. “What? I can’t be happy in my hometown?”
Liz very obviously wasn’t buying it.
Ava gave in. “Okay fine. Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t” She claimed, her accent returning for a moment.
“Oh my god! Where the heck…you know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know!” Liz shuddered before taking a seat at the table.
“Good, cause I don’t kiss and tell.” Ava stuck her tongue out. “Alright! We’ve got…a quacamole burger extra hot, that’s mine.” She said, reaching into the white take out bags and pulling Styrofoam containers out. “A bacon cheese burger…”
Dean and Liz’s hand’s met as they both reached for the container.
“Oh…uh…”
“No, sorry, that’s all you…”
Sam and Ava smiled at their moment.
“No worries, kids…I got two bacon cheese burgers.” Ava smiled.
The two both took their respective containers and mumbled a quick ‘thanks’.
“Okay. Awkward.” Ava laughed.
“Why the hell is there so much hot sauce on your burger?!” Sam stared at Ava’s plate, her fries swimming in tobasco.
The girls tried to stifle a laugh but failed miserably. The joke was completely lost on the Winchester boys, staring strangely at their giggling companions.
It would be an interesting stay.
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Good Intentions (SN XO, D/L, Mature) Ch7 -7/14
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Chapter Seven
“Good, that’s good. This time, stand with this foot a little farther back. The recoil wont suck as much.” Dean spoke surprising softly, adjusting Liz’s leg.
She realigned her shot before adjusting where the shot gun sat at her shoulder. Focusing on her mark, she gently squeezed the trigger. A loud blast shot from the gun and on the wall where the make shift target had been drawn there was a large chunk missing from the center of the target.
Dean’s eyebrows raised. “Not bad.”
“Nice shot cornball…”Ava clapped from her spot on the table where Sam was sitting hovering over a book. They had been working all week; learning Latin, studying urban legends, reading up on John Winchester’s journal. Dean had taught them both how to disassemble and reassemble a gun, how to properly clean it and, of course, how to pack rock salt bullets. Sam had taught them how to research, a task not lost on Liz, what was reliable and what wasn’t, how to tell a supernatural thing from just a random weird occurrence. How to trap a demon, protection spells, hex bags, all the like. A week long crash course of things that had been picked up over a lifetime, the girls’ heads were swimming with knowledge.
Liz smirked. “Thanks.”
“You know if you’d told me who the better shot was going to be before we started this, my bet woulda gone on the street chick from New York. Not the waitress from Roswell.” Ava had tried her hand a shooting earlier in the week. After several mistakes, a stray shot at Liz who deflected it with a shield, a couple of ‘hit the grounds’, and shots that made it no where near the target, Ava had thrown the gun down and shot her own brand of bullet, leaving a deep hole in the target. Wiggling her fingers at Dean she said, ‘this is all the fire power I need’ before giving up guns completely.
The brunette girl shrugged, “Never judge a book, I guess.”
Across the room, Ava was throwing a journal on the table. “Okay, really? Vampires?”
Everyone cocked one eyebrow.
“Ava, you’re a Reincarnated Alien Queen who grew up in the sewers and who’s only friend is a girl that was pulled out of hell by an angel.” Liz stated blithely.
“Right.” Ava nodded before sighing and opening the journal once more. “Vampires.”
“So what else?” Liz asked, turning back to her teacher.
“Well. Yeah you can line up a shot and make the target when you’re just standing there. Can you do it in the heat of the moment when your life or someone else’s depends on it?” Dean asked, both boys shivering at the similarity between Dean’s words and their father’s.
Liz frowned. “Well. I don’t know.”
Dean nodded. “On your back.”
“Huh?”
“Get on your back.”
“Wha…here?”
“Yeah here. Let’s see how you do lying down.”
“Oh…Okay…uh…like, like this?” Liz lay on her back, holding the shot gun at an awkward angle.
“Sure.” Dean nodded.
She lined her shot up as best she could, adjusting and readjusting the weapon. When she finally felt right she let it rip, a blasted hole not far from the one she’s made earlier. With an excited grin she looked up at Dean who was nodding his head.
“Good.” He said, taking the gun from her hands. “But all that time you took to get your shot you woulda been dead and buried. You have to be faster. They aren’t going to wait for you to line up. Try it from over here now.”
Several hours and hundreds of shot gun shells later, Dean was satisfied with Liz’s progression from shooting novice to being what most would consider a quick draw. As quick as you could get with a shot gun, anyway.
“I’m tired of studying. When does all the action start?” Ava pouted.
“It starts sooner than you think.”
All four companions whipped their head to the echo at the end of the hall. The ever somber Castiel stood in the shadow, stepping into the light, his brow furrowed.
“Bout damn time Cas.” Dean rose. “What do you have for us?”
“Lilith has realized Liz has been pulled from Hell. She’s not happy about it. She’s taken a break from the seals. Our sources say her signature has stopped somewhere in New Mexico. Roswell to be exact.”
Liz’s face fell. “My parents?”
“Lilith is not inhabiting either of them. If you’d like, we can have someone take them away from the town for the time being.”
“Take them out how?” Sam asked warily.
“Simply relocate, Sam. It is not in His will for your parents to be harmed.” Castiel spoke directly to Liz.
“You would do that? Take them out of harms way?” Liz questioned.
“We understand your will to keep your resurrection from hell as quiet as possible. We would like to keep this knowledge at a minimum.”
“So…to Roswell, then?”
“I must warn you. She will be waiting for you, Liz. For all of you. This is a trap.” Castiel added.
“But we have to go.” She nodded.
“Cornball, we don’t have to do anything. We can get her someplace else.” Ava assured Liz.
“No. We should go. We can’t miss this opportunity. I’ll be fine. It’ll be fine.”
“You sure?” Dean questioned gruffly.
Liz only nodded.
“Alright. Let’s pack up. Cas, do you know where—.” Dean turned to find the Angel already gone.
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“Home sweet home.” Liz mulled sarcastically as they pulled into the Motel 6 just passed the Welcome to Roswell sign. “This is new.” She spoke, suddenly amused.
“I’m starved, man. They still got that Galaxy sub at the Crash?” Ava shut the driver’s side door.
“As if my dad ever changes anything on the menu…but I don’t know if you want to go, they might recognize you as Tess.”
“Then I’m the long lost twin sister who is looking for my family. ‘Wait, you know Tess? I’m Ava, would you happen to know where she lives?’” Ava said dramatically, causing Liz to roll her eyes.
The boys made their way from the office, holding up two keys to the same room. “They only had one room available. Some convention going on or something.” Sam explained. “Looks like we’re sharing.” He shot a wink at Ava that didn’t go unnoticed by Dean or Liz.
“Gross.” Liz scoffed.
Ava laughed, kissing the girl on her cheek. “I’m gonna go get me a sandwich. You coming?”
Liz shook her head. “I might not get recognized other places in Roswell, but I’ll definitely get recognized at the Crashdown. God what I wouldn’t give for a Crashdown burger.” She frowned, pulling her bag through the door that Dean had just opened.
“Ask and you shall receive.” Ava smiled. “Me and lanky will pick up some food and come back. Dean? Same as always?”
Dean shot a thumbs up out of the bathroom door.
“You’re the best, Aves. Oh, could you get me an Alien blast? And maybe some Men in Blackberry Pie? Oh and if Jose’s working, ask him to make orbit rings instead of the space fries.” She added with a wistful smile.
The boys looked at her like she had grown a second head.
“What? I miss home.” She noted, rolling her eyes when their faces held concealed mirth. “You’ll see why when you get there. Go, I’m starvin, marvin!” She commanded.
The pair laughed as they headed out the front door.
“You’ve been spending way too much time with Ava, you’re starting to sound like her.” Dean noticed.
“I’m starting to sound like YOU.” She teased, shoving him playfully. “Yesterday I called the gas station guy ‘Dude’. And made a Zeppelin reference.”
Dean shrugged as if it were obvious. “That’s cause Zeppelin rules.”
“Hey, I didn’t say they don’t. I grew up with plenty of Zeppelin.” Liz said, pulling her suit case on top of the bed.
Dean looked shocked. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. My dad’s a big fan. When we would take trips we would listen to tapes all the way there and back.”
“You got a favorite?”
“We always started the trip with Travelin Riverside Blues…that was Dad’s favorite. Mine and Mom’s was Kashmir. I know its cliché, but no one beats an intro like that.” She smiled, reminiscing.
Dean’s jaw dropped to the floor, he sat, stunned. She had just named his favorite songs of all time.
“What?” She asked, weirded out by his stare. He shook his head.
“Uh…nothing.”
“I’m gonna get a shower. I’ll save you some hot water.” She walked by him with her bag and a towel, patting him on the chest as she passed. He was still slack jawed, staring at the bathroom door long after she’d closed it.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged with wet hair and a new change of clothes. “Shower’s free.” She told him
He looked up from the paper that was kept on the table. “I’ll take one later tonight.” He said, not quite looking up from his page. “So uh…the lovebirds are probably going to want to share a bed. So I’ll take the couch…or the floor.”
“Oh…okay.” Liz folded her legs under her and shifted nervously. “I mean, you don’t have to. We’re both adults. We can share. I don’t mind.” She said, trying not to sound a certain way.
“Yeah…yeah you’re right…I guess. I mean, if you don’t mind, I guess that’s okay.” Dean frowned.
“I mean, unless you don’t want to…”
“No, no, that’s…thanks…yeah that’ll be…yeah.” He nodded.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“So…remember our first day in New York? I never got to hear your—.”
“Get in the bathroom and hide!”
Liz was interrupted by Ava and Sam flying through the front door and quickly shutting it behind them. Ava set down the bags of food and began to push at Liz to get into the bathroom. Sam began quickly shutting all the blinds.
“Ava! What the hell?”
“Go, hurry, I think they followed us!”
Chapter Seven
“Good, that’s good. This time, stand with this foot a little farther back. The recoil wont suck as much.” Dean spoke surprising softly, adjusting Liz’s leg.
She realigned her shot before adjusting where the shot gun sat at her shoulder. Focusing on her mark, she gently squeezed the trigger. A loud blast shot from the gun and on the wall where the make shift target had been drawn there was a large chunk missing from the center of the target.
Dean’s eyebrows raised. “Not bad.”
“Nice shot cornball…”Ava clapped from her spot on the table where Sam was sitting hovering over a book. They had been working all week; learning Latin, studying urban legends, reading up on John Winchester’s journal. Dean had taught them both how to disassemble and reassemble a gun, how to properly clean it and, of course, how to pack rock salt bullets. Sam had taught them how to research, a task not lost on Liz, what was reliable and what wasn’t, how to tell a supernatural thing from just a random weird occurrence. How to trap a demon, protection spells, hex bags, all the like. A week long crash course of things that had been picked up over a lifetime, the girls’ heads were swimming with knowledge.
Liz smirked. “Thanks.”
“You know if you’d told me who the better shot was going to be before we started this, my bet woulda gone on the street chick from New York. Not the waitress from Roswell.” Ava had tried her hand a shooting earlier in the week. After several mistakes, a stray shot at Liz who deflected it with a shield, a couple of ‘hit the grounds’, and shots that made it no where near the target, Ava had thrown the gun down and shot her own brand of bullet, leaving a deep hole in the target. Wiggling her fingers at Dean she said, ‘this is all the fire power I need’ before giving up guns completely.
The brunette girl shrugged, “Never judge a book, I guess.”
Across the room, Ava was throwing a journal on the table. “Okay, really? Vampires?”
Everyone cocked one eyebrow.
“Ava, you’re a Reincarnated Alien Queen who grew up in the sewers and who’s only friend is a girl that was pulled out of hell by an angel.” Liz stated blithely.
“Right.” Ava nodded before sighing and opening the journal once more. “Vampires.”
“So what else?” Liz asked, turning back to her teacher.
“Well. Yeah you can line up a shot and make the target when you’re just standing there. Can you do it in the heat of the moment when your life or someone else’s depends on it?” Dean asked, both boys shivering at the similarity between Dean’s words and their father’s.
Liz frowned. “Well. I don’t know.”
Dean nodded. “On your back.”
“Huh?”
“Get on your back.”
“Wha…here?”
“Yeah here. Let’s see how you do lying down.”
“Oh…Okay…uh…like, like this?” Liz lay on her back, holding the shot gun at an awkward angle.
“Sure.” Dean nodded.
She lined her shot up as best she could, adjusting and readjusting the weapon. When she finally felt right she let it rip, a blasted hole not far from the one she’s made earlier. With an excited grin she looked up at Dean who was nodding his head.
“Good.” He said, taking the gun from her hands. “But all that time you took to get your shot you woulda been dead and buried. You have to be faster. They aren’t going to wait for you to line up. Try it from over here now.”
Several hours and hundreds of shot gun shells later, Dean was satisfied with Liz’s progression from shooting novice to being what most would consider a quick draw. As quick as you could get with a shot gun, anyway.
“I’m tired of studying. When does all the action start?” Ava pouted.
“It starts sooner than you think.”
All four companions whipped their head to the echo at the end of the hall. The ever somber Castiel stood in the shadow, stepping into the light, his brow furrowed.
“Bout damn time Cas.” Dean rose. “What do you have for us?”
“Lilith has realized Liz has been pulled from Hell. She’s not happy about it. She’s taken a break from the seals. Our sources say her signature has stopped somewhere in New Mexico. Roswell to be exact.”
Liz’s face fell. “My parents?”
“Lilith is not inhabiting either of them. If you’d like, we can have someone take them away from the town for the time being.”
“Take them out how?” Sam asked warily.
“Simply relocate, Sam. It is not in His will for your parents to be harmed.” Castiel spoke directly to Liz.
“You would do that? Take them out of harms way?” Liz questioned.
“We understand your will to keep your resurrection from hell as quiet as possible. We would like to keep this knowledge at a minimum.”
“So…to Roswell, then?”
“I must warn you. She will be waiting for you, Liz. For all of you. This is a trap.” Castiel added.
“But we have to go.” She nodded.
“Cornball, we don’t have to do anything. We can get her someplace else.” Ava assured Liz.
“No. We should go. We can’t miss this opportunity. I’ll be fine. It’ll be fine.”
“You sure?” Dean questioned gruffly.
Liz only nodded.
“Alright. Let’s pack up. Cas, do you know where—.” Dean turned to find the Angel already gone.
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“Home sweet home.” Liz mulled sarcastically as they pulled into the Motel 6 just passed the Welcome to Roswell sign. “This is new.” She spoke, suddenly amused.
“I’m starved, man. They still got that Galaxy sub at the Crash?” Ava shut the driver’s side door.
“As if my dad ever changes anything on the menu…but I don’t know if you want to go, they might recognize you as Tess.”
“Then I’m the long lost twin sister who is looking for my family. ‘Wait, you know Tess? I’m Ava, would you happen to know where she lives?’” Ava said dramatically, causing Liz to roll her eyes.
The boys made their way from the office, holding up two keys to the same room. “They only had one room available. Some convention going on or something.” Sam explained. “Looks like we’re sharing.” He shot a wink at Ava that didn’t go unnoticed by Dean or Liz.
“Gross.” Liz scoffed.
Ava laughed, kissing the girl on her cheek. “I’m gonna go get me a sandwich. You coming?”
Liz shook her head. “I might not get recognized other places in Roswell, but I’ll definitely get recognized at the Crashdown. God what I wouldn’t give for a Crashdown burger.” She frowned, pulling her bag through the door that Dean had just opened.
“Ask and you shall receive.” Ava smiled. “Me and lanky will pick up some food and come back. Dean? Same as always?”
Dean shot a thumbs up out of the bathroom door.
“You’re the best, Aves. Oh, could you get me an Alien blast? And maybe some Men in Blackberry Pie? Oh and if Jose’s working, ask him to make orbit rings instead of the space fries.” She added with a wistful smile.
The boys looked at her like she had grown a second head.
“What? I miss home.” She noted, rolling her eyes when their faces held concealed mirth. “You’ll see why when you get there. Go, I’m starvin, marvin!” She commanded.
The pair laughed as they headed out the front door.
“You’ve been spending way too much time with Ava, you’re starting to sound like her.” Dean noticed.
“I’m starting to sound like YOU.” She teased, shoving him playfully. “Yesterday I called the gas station guy ‘Dude’. And made a Zeppelin reference.”
Dean shrugged as if it were obvious. “That’s cause Zeppelin rules.”
“Hey, I didn’t say they don’t. I grew up with plenty of Zeppelin.” Liz said, pulling her suit case on top of the bed.
Dean looked shocked. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. My dad’s a big fan. When we would take trips we would listen to tapes all the way there and back.”
“You got a favorite?”
“We always started the trip with Travelin Riverside Blues…that was Dad’s favorite. Mine and Mom’s was Kashmir. I know its cliché, but no one beats an intro like that.” She smiled, reminiscing.
Dean’s jaw dropped to the floor, he sat, stunned. She had just named his favorite songs of all time.
“What?” She asked, weirded out by his stare. He shook his head.
“Uh…nothing.”
“I’m gonna get a shower. I’ll save you some hot water.” She walked by him with her bag and a towel, patting him on the chest as she passed. He was still slack jawed, staring at the bathroom door long after she’d closed it.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged with wet hair and a new change of clothes. “Shower’s free.” She told him
He looked up from the paper that was kept on the table. “I’ll take one later tonight.” He said, not quite looking up from his page. “So uh…the lovebirds are probably going to want to share a bed. So I’ll take the couch…or the floor.”
“Oh…okay.” Liz folded her legs under her and shifted nervously. “I mean, you don’t have to. We’re both adults. We can share. I don’t mind.” She said, trying not to sound a certain way.
“Yeah…yeah you’re right…I guess. I mean, if you don’t mind, I guess that’s okay.” Dean frowned.
“I mean, unless you don’t want to…”
“No, no, that’s…thanks…yeah that’ll be…yeah.” He nodded.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“So…remember our first day in New York? I never got to hear your—.”
“Get in the bathroom and hide!”
Liz was interrupted by Ava and Sam flying through the front door and quickly shutting it behind them. Ava set down the bags of food and began to push at Liz to get into the bathroom. Sam began quickly shutting all the blinds.
“Ava! What the hell?”
“Go, hurry, I think they followed us!”
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You guys are always so good to me, so here's the next part early!
Garcia88- You'll see. But I'm glad you think so. There's a reason Dean is reluctant to talk about his story to Liz, and its a stupid boy reason, but then again...when is it not.
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Thanks so much again, you guys...I'm so happy you guys like everything so far. So just a heads up...not this chapter but the next there'll be some serious content. It gets kind of dark, so if thats not your thing than here's your warning. Someone might die.
And on that note!
Chapter Eight
Ava and Sam walked hand in hand toward the Crashdown Café, their linked hands swinging at ease.
“So…my best friend likes your brother.”
“Who, Liz?” Sam asked, perplexed.
“No, my imaginary friend Charles. Yeah, Liz.” Ava let her eyes roll.
“Really.” Sam said, his eyebrow’s raising.
“Wow. Men are thick. You haven’t noticed?”
“Guess not. So she’s told you?” Sam asked.
“Of course not. Women’s intuition. She likes him, but…I don’t know. It’s hard for her after Max. She still loved him when he shacked up with my dupe. No point in fighting for the one you love when you’re gonna kick the bucket in five years. Kinda sucked for her, you know? She…isn’t a big fan of opening up anymore. What about your brother? Where’s his head at?” Ava said, leaning into Sam’s side, his arm falling easily onto her shoulders.
“Dean…I don’t know. Normally he’d be all over her. But…come to think of it, after Anna he really hasn’t tried very hard with anyone. Normally its non stop. But…I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at Liz sometimes…almost like he’s scared of her.” Sam frowned, his wheels working overtime.
“So you’re thinking it too?” Ava realized.
“That something happened down there that we don’t know about?” Sam clarified.
“Mmhmm. How much has he told you?” She asked, stopping them in the middle of the side walk.
“How much has she told YOU?”
They stared at each other in a show down before laughing and smiling.
“Not a lot.” Ava said. “Me and Liz don’t really get touchy feely. I just know from what I saw when we connected after she got out. Just that…she had to do some bad things. Went through some bad shit.”
“Same with Dean. He told me that he…tortured people…and he liked it. Nothing really beyond that.” Sam shrugged, continuing their walk.
They came to the Crashdown and pulled the doors open with a jingle.
“Woah.” Sam said, his eyes widening to take everything in.
“I know, right. Now you know why I call her Cornball.” Ava laughed.
“Her parents own this?” He stated in wonder.
“Yeah…she worked here all the time. Had one of those adorable little outfits and everything.” They both stifled a giggle at the current brunette working, wearing the same sea foam green dress and silver apron, antennae bouncing around atop her head. “Lets hurry and get our food and get out…I don’t want to run into anyone.”
They placed their order with the same waitress, even inquiring after the Parker’s who were, indeed, off on a week long vacation. Sitting on the stools waiting for their food and sipping their drinks from the To-go cups. The pair suddenly felt uncomfortable as a pair of eyes hidden by aviators became focused on them. The police uniform made Sam uncomfortable, the person behind the uniform made Ava.
“Tess?” The man asked, standing to get a better view.
“Sorry, duke. Wrong girl.” Ava said, doing her best to hide her face.
“No…” The man corrected, speaking quietly. “Not Tess…Ava?”
She sighed, having been caught. She recognized the Sheriff from years ago. The man to pull them over and laugh because he thought they were their dupes dressed up for Halloween. “Yeah.” She nodded. “Look, I’m just grabbing some food and going…I realize they don’t live here anymore. Sorry, man. See ya.” Ava said, quickly grabbing the white bags out of the waitress’ hand, throwing a fifty in their place. “Let’s go, Sam.”
She ran so fast out of the Crashdown, pulling a confused Sam behind her, she didn’t hear the Sheriffs words and ran smack into a large body. A familiar body. Sam caught her as she bounced off him.
“What the hell?” A gruff voice barked.
She eased her eyes up, hoping it was just a coincidence. It wasn’t, it was indeed Michael Guerin. Maria and Isabel were standing with him, flanked at his sides, mouths gaped open.
“’Scuse me” Ava stammered, rushing passed as soon as she became coherent. The car seemed miles away. “Run, Sam.”
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“Get in the bathroom and hide!”
Liz was interrupted by Ava and Sam flying through the front door and quickly shutting it behind them. Ava set down the bags of food and began to push at Liz to get into the bathroom. Sam began quickly shutting all the blinds.
“Ava! What the hell?”
“Go, hurry, I think they followed us!”
Liz frowned and Dean shot to attention. “Who followed you?”
“I thought you said they lived in Albuquerque, Elizabeth!” Ava snapped.
“They…they’re here?! In Roswell?” Liz realized, her skin paling by the second.
“Hello?! Who’s they!” Dean demanded, he and Sam poking his head through the curtains.
“The other set. My dupe and her family. Liz’s old friends. Aliens. Take your pick.” Ava threw the latch on the door shut and melted the lock closed.
“I….they do! I mean…that’s where I found them.” Liz stood in the door jam to the bathroom, her body shaking.
“Car pulled in. SUV. Dark Blue.” Sam noted from the window.
“That’s Tess’s car.” Liz realized.
“Shit. Shit fuck shit shit shit!” Ava screamed.
“They’re getting out of the car. Two guys, two girls. One girl and one guy from the restaurant.” Sam spoke, giving an inventory. “Ava, shit, she does look just like you.”
“No time for threesome thoughts now, Sammy.” Dean said, pulling his brother from the window to get his own look.
“Michael, Isabel, Tess and Max” Liz spoke, frozen in place. Dean reached into his black duffel, pulling out a hand gun and checking the ammo.
“Okay…Lizzie…get into the bathroom, close the door and do NOT make a sound.” Ava pushed the girl in and shut the door. “I’ll make up some bullshit excuse and get them to leave before they notice anything.
They had barely closed the door to the bathroom when three heavy knocks sounded on their door.
“Damn…how do they know we’re in here?” Dean asked raising his gun toward the door.
“It’s an alien thing.” Ava paced the expanse of the room.
“Well then how come you didn’t know they were here?” Dean asked.
“Cause I wasn’t looking for them, Dean!” She jumped when the second set of knocks shook the door.
“Ava! Open up before we blast the door down!” A muffled command came from outside.
“Okay, Okay!” Ava yelled. “Dean for the love of God, put that gun down!”
Dean looked wary before shoving it into the back of his jeans. Ava exhaled deeply before unsealing the door. Unlatching the hinge she twisted the knob and allowed it to open casually, walking away from the door and toward Sam at the center of the room. The door was pushed open and Max and Michael were the first ones in, followed by Isabel and Tess, both looking cautious and dangerous.
“What, no ‘We come in Peace’?” Ava joked.
Her and Tess had more in common now than they did years ago, as Ava’s hair was no longer colored and cropped. She now wore it long and wavy, only a couple darker streaks in the bottom. Tess had her’s at the same length, just longer than her chin, except now she wore it straight. Isabel and Michael looked the most different, their hair drastically shorter. Max looked the same as he always did, Ava supposed. She never really saw the dude that much.
“We’re still deciding on the peace part.” Tess bit. Ava remembered Liz saying something about Tess having been pregnant; guess she’d had the baby. All four stared warily at the two human boys in the room, not wanting to give themselves away.
“They’re cool. They know everything.” Ava assured, causing the pod squad to frown.
“What are you doing here Ava?” Michael asked firmly.
Ava shrugged. “It’s a free country, man.”
“Right.” Isabel said. “Where’s the rest of your family.”
Ava narrowed her eyes. “They weren’t my family. And they’re dead.”
“Why should we believe you?” Max said, the ever controlled king.
“Believe what you want. I know they’re dead because I killed them myself.”
“And so, what? Now you’re here to finish the job?”
“Why I’m here is none of your business. But if you must know.” Ava sighed, sitting on the bed. “I’m here for an assignment.”
“What?” The four sounded at once.
“Yeah I’m studying to be a park ranger. So I’m shadowing these guys. This is Dean Sommers and Sam…Winslow.” Ava finished.
“Why were you holding that ones hand then?” Michael pointed toward Sam who looked like a deer in headlights.
“Uhm…well…we’re really close. We’re all good friends…they know a lot about me.” Ava explained. “Look, we’ll be out of here in a week. I just want to do my job…so please just stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours, okay?”
Isabel narrowed her eyes again. “Still doesn’t explain…” She whispered to Max. “I thought I sensed two…”
“Yeah well…it’s just me. And these guys. These human, average Joes.” Ava clarified. “So if you don’t mind…”
“What’s that?” Max stated all of a sudden, his eyes falling on the nightstand. He rushed over to it, picking up a necklace. The one with the whirlwind symbol. The one Liz always wore. The one she’d been wearing since she was 16 and even after she got out of hell.
“This was Liz’s!” Max realized. “Where did you get it?!”
“That’s mine, duke!” Ava clarified.
“No, it isn’t…I gave this to Liz when we were 16. She was buried in it! Where the hell did you get it!” Max shouted angrily. His eyes shot from Ava’s to the boys to the closed bathroom door and back to Ava’s. Looking back at the bathroom door he took a step toward it. It took Dean one one-hundredth of a second to draw his weapon and step in front of the door.
“Back the FUCK up! If you want to keep your head I suggest you back the fuck up!” Dean shouted.
“Woah! Drop the gun!” Michael shouted, his hand raising.
“Everyone calm the fuck down!” Ava shouted.
The door to the bathroom slowly opened and a timid Liz Parker stepped out of the darkness. “Dean, its okay, put your gun down.” She said, calmly placing a hand on his arm.
“What the hell…” Michael trailed off, as the rest of the four stood shocked.
Dean reached with his other hand and grabbed her waist, pulling her safely behind him, still refusing to lower the gun.
In a second they all had their hands up, causing Sam to pull his gun out and Ava to raise her hand as well.
“You have got Five seconds to drop it before we start blasting.” Max said, firmly…his eyes unable to leave the spot where his dead ex-girlfriend stood.
“I could say the same to you” Dean replied.
“Everyone just calm down…” Liz stepped out from behind Dean, placing herself in front of him. “Let’s not do this here, okay? There’s a hotel full of people all around us, it’s a miracle they haven’t called the police yet. Let’s meet somewhere safe, okay?”
“Yeah? Like where?” Michael asked, a little too shaken at the sight of the girl in front of him.
“I think we all know where, Michael. Same place as always. In an hour?” Liz offered. “You might as well bring Maria and Alex. They won’t be in any danger.”
“Why should we trust you…you’re supposed to be dead!” Tess squeaked.
“In an hour.” Max spoke, confirming the plan. Slowly they backed out of the hotel room and back to their cars. The tires squealed as they drove away.
They all breathed a collective sigh of relief.
“You know they’re going to start remembering now.” Ava threw the nearest thing she could grab, which happened to be a towel, across the room.
“Yeah…I know…” Liz leaned against the wall, sliding down it until she was sitting.
“Remembering what?” Sam asked, shutting and locking the door behind the aliens.
“This isn’t the first run in Ms. Lizzie has had with the four stooges.”
“They looked surprised to see you alive.” Dean brooded.
“That’s because Liz put the whammy on em. Made em forget. It’s a lot like what I do when I mind warp people, but a little different. Hell I don’t even know how she did it. But either way…when you see something that you’re not supposed to after a mind warp, you start to remember. A lot of times people will brush it off as a dream or something…but if you know what you’re looking for, like they do…yeah…I give them 45 minutes at most.” Ava shook her head.
“Why’d you make them forget the first time?” Sam asked.
Liz bit her lower lip. “It didn’t go so well. They weren’t very happy to see me.”
“That’s right…so couldn’t you do it again?” He wondered. “Make them forget?”
“I…” Liz shook her head. “I don’t know, maybe? It was more instinctual than anything at the time. Look…I wasn’t ready to handle…their reaction. I’m…I can handle it now. I’m fine.”
“So you’ve said.” Ava rolled her eyes, unconvinced.
“I Am.” Liz reassured. “I was confused, then. Look, let’s just get dressed and go meet them so we can get on with our job, okay? You remember, finding Lilith? Stopping the apocalypse? My past is just a speed bump in the road. It’s not a big deal.”
“She’s right. But we still go packing. Its crunch time and Lilith and her goons could be anywhere or anyone. We don’t go anywhere alone or unarmed. Got it?” Dean spoke firmly.
“Buddy system. Check.” Ava said, linking her arm in Sam’s. “I figure we spread the talent around.” She said, referring to Liz and Dean who were now paired together by default.
“So where are we going?” Dean asked piling their arsenal into the trunk of the Impala as Sam and Ava got in the back seat.
“The rock formation. It’s where we used to meet for things we couldn’t talk about in front of people.” Liz clarified. “Its a couple miles out of town…”
“Let’s get this over with, huh?” Dean offered Liz a small grin, noticing her discomfort.
She smiled back. “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”
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Thanks so much again, you guys...I'm so happy you guys like everything so far. So just a heads up...not this chapter but the next there'll be some serious content. It gets kind of dark, so if thats not your thing than here's your warning. Someone might die.
And on that note!
Chapter Eight
Ava and Sam walked hand in hand toward the Crashdown Café, their linked hands swinging at ease.
“So…my best friend likes your brother.”
“Who, Liz?” Sam asked, perplexed.
“No, my imaginary friend Charles. Yeah, Liz.” Ava let her eyes roll.
“Really.” Sam said, his eyebrow’s raising.
“Wow. Men are thick. You haven’t noticed?”
“Guess not. So she’s told you?” Sam asked.
“Of course not. Women’s intuition. She likes him, but…I don’t know. It’s hard for her after Max. She still loved him when he shacked up with my dupe. No point in fighting for the one you love when you’re gonna kick the bucket in five years. Kinda sucked for her, you know? She…isn’t a big fan of opening up anymore. What about your brother? Where’s his head at?” Ava said, leaning into Sam’s side, his arm falling easily onto her shoulders.
“Dean…I don’t know. Normally he’d be all over her. But…come to think of it, after Anna he really hasn’t tried very hard with anyone. Normally its non stop. But…I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at Liz sometimes…almost like he’s scared of her.” Sam frowned, his wheels working overtime.
“So you’re thinking it too?” Ava realized.
“That something happened down there that we don’t know about?” Sam clarified.
“Mmhmm. How much has he told you?” She asked, stopping them in the middle of the side walk.
“How much has she told YOU?”
They stared at each other in a show down before laughing and smiling.
“Not a lot.” Ava said. “Me and Liz don’t really get touchy feely. I just know from what I saw when we connected after she got out. Just that…she had to do some bad things. Went through some bad shit.”
“Same with Dean. He told me that he…tortured people…and he liked it. Nothing really beyond that.” Sam shrugged, continuing their walk.
They came to the Crashdown and pulled the doors open with a jingle.
“Woah.” Sam said, his eyes widening to take everything in.
“I know, right. Now you know why I call her Cornball.” Ava laughed.
“Her parents own this?” He stated in wonder.
“Yeah…she worked here all the time. Had one of those adorable little outfits and everything.” They both stifled a giggle at the current brunette working, wearing the same sea foam green dress and silver apron, antennae bouncing around atop her head. “Lets hurry and get our food and get out…I don’t want to run into anyone.”
They placed their order with the same waitress, even inquiring after the Parker’s who were, indeed, off on a week long vacation. Sitting on the stools waiting for their food and sipping their drinks from the To-go cups. The pair suddenly felt uncomfortable as a pair of eyes hidden by aviators became focused on them. The police uniform made Sam uncomfortable, the person behind the uniform made Ava.
“Tess?” The man asked, standing to get a better view.
“Sorry, duke. Wrong girl.” Ava said, doing her best to hide her face.
“No…” The man corrected, speaking quietly. “Not Tess…Ava?”
She sighed, having been caught. She recognized the Sheriff from years ago. The man to pull them over and laugh because he thought they were their dupes dressed up for Halloween. “Yeah.” She nodded. “Look, I’m just grabbing some food and going…I realize they don’t live here anymore. Sorry, man. See ya.” Ava said, quickly grabbing the white bags out of the waitress’ hand, throwing a fifty in their place. “Let’s go, Sam.”
She ran so fast out of the Crashdown, pulling a confused Sam behind her, she didn’t hear the Sheriffs words and ran smack into a large body. A familiar body. Sam caught her as she bounced off him.
“What the hell?” A gruff voice barked.
She eased her eyes up, hoping it was just a coincidence. It wasn’t, it was indeed Michael Guerin. Maria and Isabel were standing with him, flanked at his sides, mouths gaped open.
“’Scuse me” Ava stammered, rushing passed as soon as she became coherent. The car seemed miles away. “Run, Sam.”
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“Get in the bathroom and hide!”
Liz was interrupted by Ava and Sam flying through the front door and quickly shutting it behind them. Ava set down the bags of food and began to push at Liz to get into the bathroom. Sam began quickly shutting all the blinds.
“Ava! What the hell?”
“Go, hurry, I think they followed us!”
Liz frowned and Dean shot to attention. “Who followed you?”
“I thought you said they lived in Albuquerque, Elizabeth!” Ava snapped.
“They…they’re here?! In Roswell?” Liz realized, her skin paling by the second.
“Hello?! Who’s they!” Dean demanded, he and Sam poking his head through the curtains.
“The other set. My dupe and her family. Liz’s old friends. Aliens. Take your pick.” Ava threw the latch on the door shut and melted the lock closed.
“I….they do! I mean…that’s where I found them.” Liz stood in the door jam to the bathroom, her body shaking.
“Car pulled in. SUV. Dark Blue.” Sam noted from the window.
“That’s Tess’s car.” Liz realized.
“Shit. Shit fuck shit shit shit!” Ava screamed.
“They’re getting out of the car. Two guys, two girls. One girl and one guy from the restaurant.” Sam spoke, giving an inventory. “Ava, shit, she does look just like you.”
“No time for threesome thoughts now, Sammy.” Dean said, pulling his brother from the window to get his own look.
“Michael, Isabel, Tess and Max” Liz spoke, frozen in place. Dean reached into his black duffel, pulling out a hand gun and checking the ammo.
“Okay…Lizzie…get into the bathroom, close the door and do NOT make a sound.” Ava pushed the girl in and shut the door. “I’ll make up some bullshit excuse and get them to leave before they notice anything.
They had barely closed the door to the bathroom when three heavy knocks sounded on their door.
“Damn…how do they know we’re in here?” Dean asked raising his gun toward the door.
“It’s an alien thing.” Ava paced the expanse of the room.
“Well then how come you didn’t know they were here?” Dean asked.
“Cause I wasn’t looking for them, Dean!” She jumped when the second set of knocks shook the door.
“Ava! Open up before we blast the door down!” A muffled command came from outside.
“Okay, Okay!” Ava yelled. “Dean for the love of God, put that gun down!”
Dean looked wary before shoving it into the back of his jeans. Ava exhaled deeply before unsealing the door. Unlatching the hinge she twisted the knob and allowed it to open casually, walking away from the door and toward Sam at the center of the room. The door was pushed open and Max and Michael were the first ones in, followed by Isabel and Tess, both looking cautious and dangerous.
“What, no ‘We come in Peace’?” Ava joked.
Her and Tess had more in common now than they did years ago, as Ava’s hair was no longer colored and cropped. She now wore it long and wavy, only a couple darker streaks in the bottom. Tess had her’s at the same length, just longer than her chin, except now she wore it straight. Isabel and Michael looked the most different, their hair drastically shorter. Max looked the same as he always did, Ava supposed. She never really saw the dude that much.
“We’re still deciding on the peace part.” Tess bit. Ava remembered Liz saying something about Tess having been pregnant; guess she’d had the baby. All four stared warily at the two human boys in the room, not wanting to give themselves away.
“They’re cool. They know everything.” Ava assured, causing the pod squad to frown.
“What are you doing here Ava?” Michael asked firmly.
Ava shrugged. “It’s a free country, man.”
“Right.” Isabel said. “Where’s the rest of your family.”
Ava narrowed her eyes. “They weren’t my family. And they’re dead.”
“Why should we believe you?” Max said, the ever controlled king.
“Believe what you want. I know they’re dead because I killed them myself.”
“And so, what? Now you’re here to finish the job?”
“Why I’m here is none of your business. But if you must know.” Ava sighed, sitting on the bed. “I’m here for an assignment.”
“What?” The four sounded at once.
“Yeah I’m studying to be a park ranger. So I’m shadowing these guys. This is Dean Sommers and Sam…Winslow.” Ava finished.
“Why were you holding that ones hand then?” Michael pointed toward Sam who looked like a deer in headlights.
“Uhm…well…we’re really close. We’re all good friends…they know a lot about me.” Ava explained. “Look, we’ll be out of here in a week. I just want to do my job…so please just stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours, okay?”
Isabel narrowed her eyes again. “Still doesn’t explain…” She whispered to Max. “I thought I sensed two…”
“Yeah well…it’s just me. And these guys. These human, average Joes.” Ava clarified. “So if you don’t mind…”
“What’s that?” Max stated all of a sudden, his eyes falling on the nightstand. He rushed over to it, picking up a necklace. The one with the whirlwind symbol. The one Liz always wore. The one she’d been wearing since she was 16 and even after she got out of hell.
“This was Liz’s!” Max realized. “Where did you get it?!”
“That’s mine, duke!” Ava clarified.
“No, it isn’t…I gave this to Liz when we were 16. She was buried in it! Where the hell did you get it!” Max shouted angrily. His eyes shot from Ava’s to the boys to the closed bathroom door and back to Ava’s. Looking back at the bathroom door he took a step toward it. It took Dean one one-hundredth of a second to draw his weapon and step in front of the door.
“Back the FUCK up! If you want to keep your head I suggest you back the fuck up!” Dean shouted.
“Woah! Drop the gun!” Michael shouted, his hand raising.
“Everyone calm the fuck down!” Ava shouted.
The door to the bathroom slowly opened and a timid Liz Parker stepped out of the darkness. “Dean, its okay, put your gun down.” She said, calmly placing a hand on his arm.
“What the hell…” Michael trailed off, as the rest of the four stood shocked.
Dean reached with his other hand and grabbed her waist, pulling her safely behind him, still refusing to lower the gun.
In a second they all had their hands up, causing Sam to pull his gun out and Ava to raise her hand as well.
“You have got Five seconds to drop it before we start blasting.” Max said, firmly…his eyes unable to leave the spot where his dead ex-girlfriend stood.
“I could say the same to you” Dean replied.
“Everyone just calm down…” Liz stepped out from behind Dean, placing herself in front of him. “Let’s not do this here, okay? There’s a hotel full of people all around us, it’s a miracle they haven’t called the police yet. Let’s meet somewhere safe, okay?”
“Yeah? Like where?” Michael asked, a little too shaken at the sight of the girl in front of him.
“I think we all know where, Michael. Same place as always. In an hour?” Liz offered. “You might as well bring Maria and Alex. They won’t be in any danger.”
“Why should we trust you…you’re supposed to be dead!” Tess squeaked.
“In an hour.” Max spoke, confirming the plan. Slowly they backed out of the hotel room and back to their cars. The tires squealed as they drove away.
They all breathed a collective sigh of relief.
“You know they’re going to start remembering now.” Ava threw the nearest thing she could grab, which happened to be a towel, across the room.
“Yeah…I know…” Liz leaned against the wall, sliding down it until she was sitting.
“Remembering what?” Sam asked, shutting and locking the door behind the aliens.
“This isn’t the first run in Ms. Lizzie has had with the four stooges.”
“They looked surprised to see you alive.” Dean brooded.
“That’s because Liz put the whammy on em. Made em forget. It’s a lot like what I do when I mind warp people, but a little different. Hell I don’t even know how she did it. But either way…when you see something that you’re not supposed to after a mind warp, you start to remember. A lot of times people will brush it off as a dream or something…but if you know what you’re looking for, like they do…yeah…I give them 45 minutes at most.” Ava shook her head.
“Why’d you make them forget the first time?” Sam asked.
Liz bit her lower lip. “It didn’t go so well. They weren’t very happy to see me.”
“That’s right…so couldn’t you do it again?” He wondered. “Make them forget?”
“I…” Liz shook her head. “I don’t know, maybe? It was more instinctual than anything at the time. Look…I wasn’t ready to handle…their reaction. I’m…I can handle it now. I’m fine.”
“So you’ve said.” Ava rolled her eyes, unconvinced.
“I Am.” Liz reassured. “I was confused, then. Look, let’s just get dressed and go meet them so we can get on with our job, okay? You remember, finding Lilith? Stopping the apocalypse? My past is just a speed bump in the road. It’s not a big deal.”
“She’s right. But we still go packing. Its crunch time and Lilith and her goons could be anywhere or anyone. We don’t go anywhere alone or unarmed. Got it?” Dean spoke firmly.
“Buddy system. Check.” Ava said, linking her arm in Sam’s. “I figure we spread the talent around.” She said, referring to Liz and Dean who were now paired together by default.
“So where are we going?” Dean asked piling their arsenal into the trunk of the Impala as Sam and Ava got in the back seat.
“The rock formation. It’s where we used to meet for things we couldn’t talk about in front of people.” Liz clarified. “Its a couple miles out of town…”
“Let’s get this over with, huh?” Dean offered Liz a small grin, noticing her discomfort.
She smiled back. “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”
Love is not a victory march. Its a cold, and its a broken Hallelujah. -Leonard Cohen
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Okay okay, here's the next part. Be forewarned, its kinda heavy, and although I'd love to go into the whole coversation about who was hurt and who didn't do enough, sometimes life gets in the way of that. Enjoy!
Chapter Nine
The Pod Squad was already waiting as the Impala drove through the desert. They all stood partnered up, Maria behind Michael, Alex behind Isabel, and Tess beside Max, facing the black car.
Dean was the first out, followed by Ava and Sam. Liz came out slowly, Dean taking a protective stance in front of her, his shot gun resting against the car.
“Thought no one was going to get hurt, Liz.” Tess said, referring to the guns within reach of both boys.
“No one has to get hurt. They’re human. They should be allowed to protect themselves.” Liz answered calmly.
“Nice of you to show up. Hopefully this time we’ll leave with our memories in tact.” Isabel sniped.
“Why did you do that, Liz? Why would you make us forget?” Maria pleaded, desperately wanting to understand her friend.
“Yeah cause you made her feel so welcome the first time around.” Ava snapped sarcastically.
“We were caught off guard.” Max explained. “Given time we might have been able to accept it.
“That’s great Max.” Ava said. “She came out of Hell and ‘given time’ maybe you would have accepted her?! That’s fucked dude.”
“Ava, its okay.” Liz soothed. “Look what happened happened. I’m not here to hash out the past. We’re here for something completely different. Something dangerous and something that has nothing to do with you. The less you know the better. Also, it would be best if you got out of town as quickly as possible. Trust no one.”
“You’re giving orders? That’s rich. Who the hell are you?” Tess scoffed.
“Yes that’s right who the hell ARE you? The last time I checked Liz Parker didn’t have powers.” Isabel crossed her arms.
“I’ve been different since Max healed me.” Liz explained.
“Or maybe you aren’t Liz at all?” Isabel reasoned. “Maybe you’re a shapeshifter…or another skin? But then…that wouldn’t explain your powers. That particular power is much too similar to our Tess’. You remember Tess’ power, right Liz? I’m sure, with Ava there with you. Similar affects…done in moderation its fine…anything elaborate…it causes brain damage. Eventually you could kill someone, right Tessie?”
“Isabel!” Max scolded, as Tess stared at her friend.
“How do you know that?” Liz asked carefully.
“Oh we all found out about Tess’ betrayal a while ago. Shortly after you kicked the bucket. How she mind warped Alex into decoding the destiny book. How she faked his trip to Sweden and then when he pleaded for his life she killed him. And then she made Kyle carry the body and pretended it was just a car accident. Kyle’s never been the same, since. She just felt so bad for deceiving us she came clean. What a coincidence she decided to tell the truth right after you were no longer an option for my dear brother.” Isabel answered.
“You….you all knew?” Liz frowned.
“Isabel, stop it!” Max ordered.
“Of course we all knew. We’re a tight knit group, best friends, the six of us. You know, we were all hurt…but after Tess assured us she had no choice and would never betray us again…Alex was fine, no harm no foul. Well…not for any of us, at least. Seems as though that wasn’t the case for you, now was it?” the blonde taunted as the rest of the group looked on in shock.
“Isabel, what the hell is wrong with you?” Maria yelled.
“But then…how did you find out” Isabel dramatically put a finger to her chin as if she were thinking. “Oh that’s right. I told you. I wasn’t lying after all, was I, Lizzie?”
The color left Liz’s face. “You’re not Isabel.”
She grabbed for her hand gun before Dean could reach his shot gun and pointed it directly at Isabel.
“Cristo” Sam shouted, and Isabel’s eyes turned black.
“Now, now…that’s not very nice, Samuel.” Isabel spoke condescendingly.
“Lilith.” Ava stated.
“Nope.” Isabel shook her head. “Not Lilith. Not yet anyway. But hey…me and Liz…we go way back don’t we Lizzie?”
“What’s happening?” Alex spoke, stepping away from Isabel.
“What’s happening is that Lizzie here wants to kill all of us. Don’t you, Liz-girl?”
“Shut up.” Liz whispered, beads of sweat forming on her brow.
“Well it’s true. I mean…Isabel’s always been a bitch to you…you were never good enough for Max, and she used your best friend like a toy in high school. Tess stole the love of your life out from under your nose…and then tried to kill Alex, your best friend. You hate her, don’t you, Lizzie? You want to make her bleed, don’t you?”
“Shut up!!” Liz shouted, louder this time.
“Michael’s never trusted you and he took away your other best friend…when you needed her all she could do was bitch about Michael…and Maria…she never believed you. You know what they did when they found out you died? Nothing. They came to your funeral…Maria sang a sweet little song and then cried for a couple days. And then she and Alex went back to their happy little lives. All the clues were there for them to find but they couldn’t be bothered.”
“Stop it!” Liz shouted, tears beginning to fall down her face.
“Alright that’s enough” Dean yelled starting for Isabel, but she threw him to the ground and held him there frozen.
“Don’t any of you think about it…” She drawled…freezing everyone in place. “This is between me and my girl, here.”
“Let them go, you bitch!” Liz spat, her gun shaking with her hand.
“I know it’s hard, Liz…especially when the boy you love leaves you…” Isabel smiled. “Max said he was going to love you forever. He promised you were the only one for him…then the night of your prom…the most important night of a girl’s life…he kisses Tess when he brought you. You did everything for him! You broke laws! You risked your life! And he shacks up with the person who tried to kill your best friend! He made you into what you are! Now who’s going to want you? Some freak who’s not quite human, not quiet ‘other’? Some weak little thing? You think Dean would ever want a girl like you? He can’t even stand to look at you! You make him literally sick! No ones going to want you ever again, Liz…and its all Max’s fault!”
“STOP! Please stop…” Liz sobbed.
“Dean…I have to try…” Sam said, pleading at Dean.
Dean looked at Liz, crying, holding a quivering hand gun and then at Isabel who was grinning maliciously. “Do it, Sam.”
Sam held his hand up and began to concentrate. Black smoke began to show out of Isabel’s mouth but was sucked back in almost as fast.
“Nice try, Sam. You’re not strong enough yet, pal.” She smiled. “Speaking of pals, Liz? Let’s not forget dear old Alex. You gave your life for Alex…literally! Was he grateful? No! Did he try to save you when you died? No! Alex had everything he wanted! He finally landed the girl of his dreams and he couldn’t give two shits about anything else! While you were holed away looking up ways to save YOURSELF Alex here was at a frat party enjoying a beer! While you were being torn apart by hell hounds Alex was getting married! While you were being tortured for hours and hours on end Alex was experiencing the joys of parenthood. Something you’ll never get, because lets face it…you’re kind of a wreck! No Lizzie…Alex never loved you…none of them did. You gave up everything for them…so they could be happy and they left you to die and rot in that pit for eternity! You know what Alex was thinking when you told him the truth? I wish you had stayed dead! That’s what he was thinking Liz! That’s why he deserves to die.”
“That’s not true!” Alex shouted, his own tears running down his face, unable to wipe them away. “Don’t listen Liz…it’s not true!”
The rest of the group was crying as well…even Michael had a pained and shameful look on his face.
“I’m not going to do it.” Liz spoke firmly. “You’re lying.”
Isabel looked hurt. “After all our time together, you think I would lie to you, baby? When we were in Hell together…I told you I would do something and every time I would do it. I told you about Tess…and look its true! I told you I would take you off the rack and I did. When have I ever lied to you, Lizzie? I’m the only real friend you have! The only friend you can trust!”
“No. I won’t kill anyone. I WON’T!” She shouted.
“Right. We’ve been through this before.” Isabel said, grabbing Maria and pulling a knife to her neck. “It was Alex last time, dearest. What will you do to save your other best friend?”
The pod squad struggled against invisible bonds. “No!” Michael shouted.
“Either you kill Alex or I kill Maria, Liz. Out of every one of these bastard’s Maria’s been the best to you. She’s been your best friend since you were 5 and who knows…maybe if she wasn’t so fucking stupid she would have caught on to why you were dead. Can’t blame the girl for ignorance, can we? Who’s it gonna be Liz?” Isabel shouted, pushing the knife tighter into Maria’s throat. “Is it gonna be Alex? He’s the reason you suffered for hundreds of years…he’s the reason you didn’t get your happily ever after. He’s the reason you’re never going to be happy again! WHO IS IT GOING TO BE LIZ?!”
“SHUT UP! STOP IT!” Liz shouted.
“Liz please…” Michael pleaded.
Liz stood with her hand shaking before turning the gun to her own temple.
“NO!” Dean shouted, still frozen on the ground.
“LIZ NO!!!” Ava yelled.
“Oh please…” Isabel rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so mellow dramatic. We’re not in Hell anymore, Liz. If you kill yourself, that’s it! And then I’ll still kill everyone here, and then where will you be? Back in Hell with me I guess…what a waste.”
“Liz this is real…its not hell I promise…don’t do it.” Dean said, soothingly. “Look at me, Liz…look right at me. Do you trust me?” Liz nodded “Okay then just please….this is as real as it gets, okay? That wont fix anything.”
She shook her head yes and then moved her gun back over to where Isabel was standing with Maria and Alex frozen beside her, Maria tucked under her chin shielding her body.
Liz swallowed thickly and held her gun firmly. “Regnatere. Cantate deo. Solite domino.”
“Good girl…” Dean whispered.
Isabel’s eye twitched a bit before throwing her left hand at Liz. “That’s annoying, Lizzie” She said, sending the girl flying fifteen feet back. “It’s also not going to work. You’re going to need something a little more potent then what you picked up in Latin Class, darling.”
Liz picked herself off the ground and coughed. Her right hand holding the gun and her left hand raised and glowing she began walking toward Isabel. “Omnus Satanica Portestus. Omnus Se—.” Liz found herself flying backward again, this time further.
Isabel’s eye were fully black and she was breathing heavily. “I said that’s annoying, Liz. It stops now, you got it?”
“What’s wrong, fucker? Don’t like my new tricks? Isn’t so fun when I can fight back, is it?” Liz said defiantly.
“I’m not here to play games, Lizzie Pie. You have five seconds to choose. Unless you can perform an exorcism in five seconds I suggest you pick. Maria or Alex. Who’s it going to be? Five…four…” She began counting down.
Liz looked from Maria to Alex to Dean and Ava and Sam.
“Shoot me, Liz…its okay…I deserve it!” Alex said, closing his eyes.
“No don’t, Lizzie! Don’t kill Alex, please!” Maria screamed.
“Three…”
“Liz please!”
“I don’t know… I can’t choose!” Liz shouted.
“Its okay, Liz…Its okay…just shoot me…” Alex pleaded.
“I can’t…” She cried.
“Two…”
“You have to…its okay…”
Tears ran down her face. There was no escaping it. No getting out unharmed. No deals to be made. She knew what she had to do.
“I’m sorry, Alex…” Liz cried.
“I forgive you, Liz, I love you…” Alex assured her.
“One.” Isabel’s voice rang out at the same time as Liz’s gun went off.
Everyone shut their eyes.
Twilighteyes- No, Thank YOU for all the bumps. and replies. and comments. haha. I'm really glad you're enjoying it!
Mel1307- Thanks!
Maiqu- I'm glad! Thank you!
Lizandzachfan- Yeah there'll be a reaction all right. Thanks for reading!
alexceasar- Yeah neither group is very trusting of anything or anyone. Yeah, I'd like to think Dean's his own brand of white knight, even if he does try to hide it.
garcia88- Well, wait no longer, here's the meeting, and its a douzy.
Cougar1824- Well...does it count that I gave a squeel while I let the scene play out in my head while writing it? Thank you!
singerchic4- Haha You're...so...sweet! Thanks, I'll try not to keep you guys waiting.
forever dreamer- Aww, thanks! Hope this was soon enough for you
Synera- Thanks, I really like Sam and Ava too, but they wont be without their issues. The podsquad might not have a whole lot of time to react to Liz. She's in a battle at the moment of her own.
VanilCoke- Can't wait to SHOW you the next part. Thanks for reading!
ZansLove- Well, welcome back! And thank you so much, I hope its enough to keep you interested!
Okay okay, here's the next part. Be forewarned, its kinda heavy, and although I'd love to go into the whole coversation about who was hurt and who didn't do enough, sometimes life gets in the way of that. Enjoy!
Chapter Nine
The Pod Squad was already waiting as the Impala drove through the desert. They all stood partnered up, Maria behind Michael, Alex behind Isabel, and Tess beside Max, facing the black car.
Dean was the first out, followed by Ava and Sam. Liz came out slowly, Dean taking a protective stance in front of her, his shot gun resting against the car.
“Thought no one was going to get hurt, Liz.” Tess said, referring to the guns within reach of both boys.
“No one has to get hurt. They’re human. They should be allowed to protect themselves.” Liz answered calmly.
“Nice of you to show up. Hopefully this time we’ll leave with our memories in tact.” Isabel sniped.
“Why did you do that, Liz? Why would you make us forget?” Maria pleaded, desperately wanting to understand her friend.
“Yeah cause you made her feel so welcome the first time around.” Ava snapped sarcastically.
“We were caught off guard.” Max explained. “Given time we might have been able to accept it.
“That’s great Max.” Ava said. “She came out of Hell and ‘given time’ maybe you would have accepted her?! That’s fucked dude.”
“Ava, its okay.” Liz soothed. “Look what happened happened. I’m not here to hash out the past. We’re here for something completely different. Something dangerous and something that has nothing to do with you. The less you know the better. Also, it would be best if you got out of town as quickly as possible. Trust no one.”
“You’re giving orders? That’s rich. Who the hell are you?” Tess scoffed.
“Yes that’s right who the hell ARE you? The last time I checked Liz Parker didn’t have powers.” Isabel crossed her arms.
“I’ve been different since Max healed me.” Liz explained.
“Or maybe you aren’t Liz at all?” Isabel reasoned. “Maybe you’re a shapeshifter…or another skin? But then…that wouldn’t explain your powers. That particular power is much too similar to our Tess’. You remember Tess’ power, right Liz? I’m sure, with Ava there with you. Similar affects…done in moderation its fine…anything elaborate…it causes brain damage. Eventually you could kill someone, right Tessie?”
“Isabel!” Max scolded, as Tess stared at her friend.
“How do you know that?” Liz asked carefully.
“Oh we all found out about Tess’ betrayal a while ago. Shortly after you kicked the bucket. How she mind warped Alex into decoding the destiny book. How she faked his trip to Sweden and then when he pleaded for his life she killed him. And then she made Kyle carry the body and pretended it was just a car accident. Kyle’s never been the same, since. She just felt so bad for deceiving us she came clean. What a coincidence she decided to tell the truth right after you were no longer an option for my dear brother.” Isabel answered.
“You….you all knew?” Liz frowned.
“Isabel, stop it!” Max ordered.
“Of course we all knew. We’re a tight knit group, best friends, the six of us. You know, we were all hurt…but after Tess assured us she had no choice and would never betray us again…Alex was fine, no harm no foul. Well…not for any of us, at least. Seems as though that wasn’t the case for you, now was it?” the blonde taunted as the rest of the group looked on in shock.
“Isabel, what the hell is wrong with you?” Maria yelled.
“But then…how did you find out” Isabel dramatically put a finger to her chin as if she were thinking. “Oh that’s right. I told you. I wasn’t lying after all, was I, Lizzie?”
The color left Liz’s face. “You’re not Isabel.”
She grabbed for her hand gun before Dean could reach his shot gun and pointed it directly at Isabel.
“Cristo” Sam shouted, and Isabel’s eyes turned black.
“Now, now…that’s not very nice, Samuel.” Isabel spoke condescendingly.
“Lilith.” Ava stated.
“Nope.” Isabel shook her head. “Not Lilith. Not yet anyway. But hey…me and Liz…we go way back don’t we Lizzie?”
“What’s happening?” Alex spoke, stepping away from Isabel.
“What’s happening is that Lizzie here wants to kill all of us. Don’t you, Liz-girl?”
“Shut up.” Liz whispered, beads of sweat forming on her brow.
“Well it’s true. I mean…Isabel’s always been a bitch to you…you were never good enough for Max, and she used your best friend like a toy in high school. Tess stole the love of your life out from under your nose…and then tried to kill Alex, your best friend. You hate her, don’t you, Lizzie? You want to make her bleed, don’t you?”
“Shut up!!” Liz shouted, louder this time.
“Michael’s never trusted you and he took away your other best friend…when you needed her all she could do was bitch about Michael…and Maria…she never believed you. You know what they did when they found out you died? Nothing. They came to your funeral…Maria sang a sweet little song and then cried for a couple days. And then she and Alex went back to their happy little lives. All the clues were there for them to find but they couldn’t be bothered.”
“Stop it!” Liz shouted, tears beginning to fall down her face.
“Alright that’s enough” Dean yelled starting for Isabel, but she threw him to the ground and held him there frozen.
“Don’t any of you think about it…” She drawled…freezing everyone in place. “This is between me and my girl, here.”
“Let them go, you bitch!” Liz spat, her gun shaking with her hand.
“I know it’s hard, Liz…especially when the boy you love leaves you…” Isabel smiled. “Max said he was going to love you forever. He promised you were the only one for him…then the night of your prom…the most important night of a girl’s life…he kisses Tess when he brought you. You did everything for him! You broke laws! You risked your life! And he shacks up with the person who tried to kill your best friend! He made you into what you are! Now who’s going to want you? Some freak who’s not quite human, not quiet ‘other’? Some weak little thing? You think Dean would ever want a girl like you? He can’t even stand to look at you! You make him literally sick! No ones going to want you ever again, Liz…and its all Max’s fault!”
“STOP! Please stop…” Liz sobbed.
“Dean…I have to try…” Sam said, pleading at Dean.
Dean looked at Liz, crying, holding a quivering hand gun and then at Isabel who was grinning maliciously. “Do it, Sam.”
Sam held his hand up and began to concentrate. Black smoke began to show out of Isabel’s mouth but was sucked back in almost as fast.
“Nice try, Sam. You’re not strong enough yet, pal.” She smiled. “Speaking of pals, Liz? Let’s not forget dear old Alex. You gave your life for Alex…literally! Was he grateful? No! Did he try to save you when you died? No! Alex had everything he wanted! He finally landed the girl of his dreams and he couldn’t give two shits about anything else! While you were holed away looking up ways to save YOURSELF Alex here was at a frat party enjoying a beer! While you were being torn apart by hell hounds Alex was getting married! While you were being tortured for hours and hours on end Alex was experiencing the joys of parenthood. Something you’ll never get, because lets face it…you’re kind of a wreck! No Lizzie…Alex never loved you…none of them did. You gave up everything for them…so they could be happy and they left you to die and rot in that pit for eternity! You know what Alex was thinking when you told him the truth? I wish you had stayed dead! That’s what he was thinking Liz! That’s why he deserves to die.”
“That’s not true!” Alex shouted, his own tears running down his face, unable to wipe them away. “Don’t listen Liz…it’s not true!”
The rest of the group was crying as well…even Michael had a pained and shameful look on his face.
“I’m not going to do it.” Liz spoke firmly. “You’re lying.”
Isabel looked hurt. “After all our time together, you think I would lie to you, baby? When we were in Hell together…I told you I would do something and every time I would do it. I told you about Tess…and look its true! I told you I would take you off the rack and I did. When have I ever lied to you, Lizzie? I’m the only real friend you have! The only friend you can trust!”
“No. I won’t kill anyone. I WON’T!” She shouted.
“Right. We’ve been through this before.” Isabel said, grabbing Maria and pulling a knife to her neck. “It was Alex last time, dearest. What will you do to save your other best friend?”
The pod squad struggled against invisible bonds. “No!” Michael shouted.
“Either you kill Alex or I kill Maria, Liz. Out of every one of these bastard’s Maria’s been the best to you. She’s been your best friend since you were 5 and who knows…maybe if she wasn’t so fucking stupid she would have caught on to why you were dead. Can’t blame the girl for ignorance, can we? Who’s it gonna be Liz?” Isabel shouted, pushing the knife tighter into Maria’s throat. “Is it gonna be Alex? He’s the reason you suffered for hundreds of years…he’s the reason you didn’t get your happily ever after. He’s the reason you’re never going to be happy again! WHO IS IT GOING TO BE LIZ?!”
“SHUT UP! STOP IT!” Liz shouted.
“Liz please…” Michael pleaded.
Liz stood with her hand shaking before turning the gun to her own temple.
“NO!” Dean shouted, still frozen on the ground.
“LIZ NO!!!” Ava yelled.
“Oh please…” Isabel rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so mellow dramatic. We’re not in Hell anymore, Liz. If you kill yourself, that’s it! And then I’ll still kill everyone here, and then where will you be? Back in Hell with me I guess…what a waste.”
“Liz this is real…its not hell I promise…don’t do it.” Dean said, soothingly. “Look at me, Liz…look right at me. Do you trust me?” Liz nodded “Okay then just please….this is as real as it gets, okay? That wont fix anything.”
She shook her head yes and then moved her gun back over to where Isabel was standing with Maria and Alex frozen beside her, Maria tucked under her chin shielding her body.
Liz swallowed thickly and held her gun firmly. “Regnatere. Cantate deo. Solite domino.”
“Good girl…” Dean whispered.
Isabel’s eye twitched a bit before throwing her left hand at Liz. “That’s annoying, Lizzie” She said, sending the girl flying fifteen feet back. “It’s also not going to work. You’re going to need something a little more potent then what you picked up in Latin Class, darling.”
Liz picked herself off the ground and coughed. Her right hand holding the gun and her left hand raised and glowing she began walking toward Isabel. “Omnus Satanica Portestus. Omnus Se—.” Liz found herself flying backward again, this time further.
Isabel’s eye were fully black and she was breathing heavily. “I said that’s annoying, Liz. It stops now, you got it?”
“What’s wrong, fucker? Don’t like my new tricks? Isn’t so fun when I can fight back, is it?” Liz said defiantly.
“I’m not here to play games, Lizzie Pie. You have five seconds to choose. Unless you can perform an exorcism in five seconds I suggest you pick. Maria or Alex. Who’s it going to be? Five…four…” She began counting down.
Liz looked from Maria to Alex to Dean and Ava and Sam.
“Shoot me, Liz…its okay…I deserve it!” Alex said, closing his eyes.
“No don’t, Lizzie! Don’t kill Alex, please!” Maria screamed.
“Three…”
“Liz please!”
“I don’t know… I can’t choose!” Liz shouted.
“Its okay, Liz…Its okay…just shoot me…” Alex pleaded.
“I can’t…” She cried.
“Two…”
“You have to…its okay…”
Tears ran down her face. There was no escaping it. No getting out unharmed. No deals to be made. She knew what she had to do.
“I’m sorry, Alex…” Liz cried.
“I forgive you, Liz, I love you…” Alex assured her.
“One.” Isabel’s voice rang out at the same time as Liz’s gun went off.
Everyone shut their eyes.
Love is not a victory march. Its a cold, and its a broken Hallelujah. -Leonard Cohen
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Chapter Ten
“One.” Isabel’s voice rang out at the same time as Liz’s gun went off.
Everyone shut their eyes.
The desert was silent as Liz fell to the ground sobbing. Everyone was released from the hold and had to steady themselves as well. Dean got off the ground and he and Ava both rushed over to Liz who had thrown her gun away from her. She picked Liz off the ground.
Maria fell to the floor as all the air knocked out of her. She reached for her throat. She was alive.
Alex winced expecting a great amount of pain but was shocked when he couldn’t feel any at all. Maybe he went quickly and was already dead, he thought. Feeling up and down his body he couldn’t find an injury anywhere.
“Alex?” Maria said, looking at Alex’s unharmed body.
“I’m sorry, Alex…” Liz cried out again.
Alex frowned. He was still alive…but he heard the gun go off. Next to him, Isabel took a short breath of air before a fountain of black smoke poured from her eyes and mouth and into the sky. “Isabel?” He came around to look at his wife.
Her eyes were vacant, and in the middle of her forehead, a perfect round red bullet hole.
“No, no no no no no!” Alex cried, catching his wife as her body fell. “NO! Isabel, No! MAX HELP!!!”
Max ran over as quickly as he could, holding his hand over her head and concentrating. “Come on Isabel…Come on…”
It wasn’t working.
He tried again. “Come on, Is…please!” Max cried.
“Baby please wake up please! I need you, Isabel!” Alex sobbed.
Maria held onto Michael as he looked on, fear and tears in his eyes.
“No…” Tess whispered.
“I can’t…” Max sobbed dejectedly. “She’s already gone…I can’t heal her.”
“NO!” Alex shouted. “Try AGAIN DAMNIT! She’s NOT GONE!” He shouted, laying her down to begin heart compressions.
“Alex, she’s gone, man, you gotta stop.” Michael’s voice wavered as he put a hand on his friends shoulder.
“Don’t touch me!” He shouted. “Come on, baby…please don’t die…please don’t die!” Alex fell in a heap over Isabel’s body sobbing uncontrollably, Max on the other side, his head in his hands. Tess was standing above him tears streaming down her face. Michael and Maria were locked in an embrace, both crying.
A couple feet away, Ava was holding Liz tight to her as she cried. Dean stood beside her, holding onto her hand, and Sam stood above them all, offering quiet support.
After a minute or two Alex’s sobs turned quiet and after a couple of sniffles he picked his head up. Drying his face and wiping his nose he rose suddenly and stalked over to where Liz stood.
“Why didn’t you shoot me?” He demanded.
“I…I couldn’t…I’m sor—.”
“I ASKED YOU TO SHOOT ME! Why did you kill Isabel? WHY!?” he shouted.
“Hey, cool off, man!” Sam yelled.
“Fuck you, man…” Alex countered. “I wish….I wish you’d never made that stupid fucking deal, Liz!”
“If she didn’t then you’d be dead! You wouldn’t have had a wife or kids.” Ava told him.
“Well then I wish you’d never come back. I wish you stayed in Hell.” Alex snapped.
Liz cried harder. “I’m sorry, Alex…I…”
“Sorry doesn’t bring her back, Liz! What am I supposed to tell my kids, huh? What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Mommy’s never coming home again? But it’s okay because you’re sorry? Why can’t you make a deal to bring her back, huh? Why don’t you call whatever you did for me, huh?” Alex said, shouting in her face.
Dean shoved him off the small girl and got in Alex’s face.
“If you don’t back the fuck off right now I swear to God I’ll shoot you myself.” Dean spoke, low and serious. “I’m very sorry for your loss. I get you’re upset, but that was an impossible situation and she’s saved your life not once but twice now so I suggest you lay the fuck off, Dick.”
“Oh well thanks. Thanks Liz for saving my life. Too bad it means shit now, huh?” Alex said, walking closer only to be stopped by Dean. “I never want to see you again, you hear me? You’re just a fucking curse, someone always has to die around you. I hate you, you stupid bitch.” He spat.
Dean took no time in bringing his fist back and slamming it into Alex face. The taller man stumbled back, holding his nose, only to have Michael catch him.
“Asshole.” Ava muttered, holding Liz’s head in the crook of her neck.
“Let’s get out of here.” Dean said, shaking his hand out. He led them all back to the Impala, the girls in back, Sammy in shot gun and drove away angrily not bothering to look back. None of them looked back.
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It was dark by the time they reached the motel, Ava was already passed out in the back seat. Sam lifted her out of the car and carried her in, putting her under the covers and tucking her in. Dean and Liz walked behind, both silent. Liz took two steps into the room, her face frozen in a vacant stare. She sat on the bed opposite from Ava perfectly upright and still, not making a sound. Dean ran a hand over his face exhaling loudly. Sam met his brother’s eyes in question. Dean waved his hand to him and nodded, Dean would keep watch. Sam would get some sleep. Crawling in next to Ava he curled his body around hers and quickly drifted off.
Dean peeled his jacket off his body and his sweat soaked shirt as well. Grabbing a clean set of boxers and sweat pants he gently touched Liz on the shoulder. “I’m going to get a shower…are you gonna be okay?”
She nodded her head without meeting his eyes. Dean stalled for a moment contemplating whether or not it was wise to leave the room right now. Finally the day’s filth and his own desire to rinse the grime and sweat off him won over and he disappeared into the bathroom. When he emerged from the bathroom Liz was in the same spot. Using his towel he shook the final droplets of water from his hair and walked over to her pulling back her side of the covers.
“We should get some sleep. It’s been a long day.” He told her.
Liz made no move to respond.
Taking the hint, he knelt down to pull off her shoes which were covered in desert dust. He stopped to look up to her, not entirely sure how he should handle the rest of her clothes.
“I…uh…”
She snapped out of it then and met his gaze. “Oh…uh…” She said quietly, pulling her jeans off her body and burying her legs under the covers. He stood and walked over to his side and got in, both laying stiff as planks next to one another.
“You know I was telling you the truth before…when I said this was real. You’re not in hell…you believe me, right?” Dean whispered.
Liz nodded. “Right now I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
“I would’ve done the same thing. You didn’t do anything wrong. It wasn’t Isabel in there…it wasn’t your friend. Even if you had chosen…I mean, there was no guarantee that she would have stopped with just them. You tried…that’s all anyone can ask for.” Dean comforted.
“I just wanted her to stop. It…scares me sometimes…the things I’m willing to do for them. I just wish I could’ve saved her.” She confessed.
“I know.” He whispered back. Dean turned his head to look at Liz, her stiff as a board form, staring straight up into the ceiling. As quietly as possible he shifted toward her, reaching over to grab her opposite arm and pulling it around his torso. She turned her own body so that her face was buried in his chest, their hands intertwined on his stomach, his free hand rubbing her back and combing gently through her hair.
“I’m sorry.” He said under his breath, his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.
“Me too.” She whispered back.
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The next day they all woke up not willing to do anything. Ava snuck away to the local video store and rented crappy movies so they could sit around and do nothing all day. When it got dark Liz took everyone to sneak into her old house for some more clothes and money and anything else they had been running low on. She pulled a trunk out from under her bed, one with her Grandma’s stuff in it and the boys picked through and took every thing that would be of use. They returned that night and fell asleep the same way they had the night before.
The boys were the first ones up in the morning, both used to nights like that on a regular basis. Dean woke as Sam was throwing his jacket on, grabbing the keys off the table.
“Where you going?” He asked, gingerly peeling the small brunette away from him and tucking her back in after he had risen.
“Out.”
Dean sighed. “Are you really going to do this today?”
“Dean…I should’ve been able to take her. If I was stronger then none of that would have happened!”
“Yeah well that’s the job, Sam. And we don’t know what’s going to happen if you do keep doing whatever the hell it is you’re doing!”
“I can’t let something happen like that again. That wasn’t even Lilith, Dean, and she barely batted and eyelash! I can do this I just need to be stronger!”
“So really.” Dean said, crossing his arms. “You gonna do that to her?” He tilted his head toward the blonde girl curled in a ball, her hair sprayed across the pillow.
Sam sighed. “Me and Ruby aren’t like that, Dean.”
“Yeah sure. But you’re like something, right. You’re doing something, aren’t you? How do you think Ava’s going to feel about that? How you gonna explain that to her? Or are you just going to keep lying to her like you lied to me?”
“This isn’t any of your business.”
“You’re damn right it’s my business!” Dean tried to hold his voice in. “You’re my brother and you’re off doing God knows what…it’s my business.”
“You can’t stop me.” Sam said, defiantly.
Dean scoffed. “You’re right. There’s the door. Don’t expect me to lie for you.”
The boys had a staring contest before Sam took the next step and walked out the door. The girls both shot up at the sound of the door slamming.
“Was that Sam?” Ava asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Yeah.” Dean said, picking at the lint on his pants.
“Where’s he going?” she asked.
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose before answering. “On a drive.”
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Chapter Ten
“One.” Isabel’s voice rang out at the same time as Liz’s gun went off.
Everyone shut their eyes.
The desert was silent as Liz fell to the ground sobbing. Everyone was released from the hold and had to steady themselves as well. Dean got off the ground and he and Ava both rushed over to Liz who had thrown her gun away from her. She picked Liz off the ground.
Maria fell to the floor as all the air knocked out of her. She reached for her throat. She was alive.
Alex winced expecting a great amount of pain but was shocked when he couldn’t feel any at all. Maybe he went quickly and was already dead, he thought. Feeling up and down his body he couldn’t find an injury anywhere.
“Alex?” Maria said, looking at Alex’s unharmed body.
“I’m sorry, Alex…” Liz cried out again.
Alex frowned. He was still alive…but he heard the gun go off. Next to him, Isabel took a short breath of air before a fountain of black smoke poured from her eyes and mouth and into the sky. “Isabel?” He came around to look at his wife.
Her eyes were vacant, and in the middle of her forehead, a perfect round red bullet hole.
“No, no no no no no!” Alex cried, catching his wife as her body fell. “NO! Isabel, No! MAX HELP!!!”
Max ran over as quickly as he could, holding his hand over her head and concentrating. “Come on Isabel…Come on…”
It wasn’t working.
He tried again. “Come on, Is…please!” Max cried.
“Baby please wake up please! I need you, Isabel!” Alex sobbed.
Maria held onto Michael as he looked on, fear and tears in his eyes.
“No…” Tess whispered.
“I can’t…” Max sobbed dejectedly. “She’s already gone…I can’t heal her.”
“NO!” Alex shouted. “Try AGAIN DAMNIT! She’s NOT GONE!” He shouted, laying her down to begin heart compressions.
“Alex, she’s gone, man, you gotta stop.” Michael’s voice wavered as he put a hand on his friends shoulder.
“Don’t touch me!” He shouted. “Come on, baby…please don’t die…please don’t die!” Alex fell in a heap over Isabel’s body sobbing uncontrollably, Max on the other side, his head in his hands. Tess was standing above him tears streaming down her face. Michael and Maria were locked in an embrace, both crying.
A couple feet away, Ava was holding Liz tight to her as she cried. Dean stood beside her, holding onto her hand, and Sam stood above them all, offering quiet support.
After a minute or two Alex’s sobs turned quiet and after a couple of sniffles he picked his head up. Drying his face and wiping his nose he rose suddenly and stalked over to where Liz stood.
“Why didn’t you shoot me?” He demanded.
“I…I couldn’t…I’m sor—.”
“I ASKED YOU TO SHOOT ME! Why did you kill Isabel? WHY!?” he shouted.
“Hey, cool off, man!” Sam yelled.
“Fuck you, man…” Alex countered. “I wish….I wish you’d never made that stupid fucking deal, Liz!”
“If she didn’t then you’d be dead! You wouldn’t have had a wife or kids.” Ava told him.
“Well then I wish you’d never come back. I wish you stayed in Hell.” Alex snapped.
Liz cried harder. “I’m sorry, Alex…I…”
“Sorry doesn’t bring her back, Liz! What am I supposed to tell my kids, huh? What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Mommy’s never coming home again? But it’s okay because you’re sorry? Why can’t you make a deal to bring her back, huh? Why don’t you call whatever you did for me, huh?” Alex said, shouting in her face.
Dean shoved him off the small girl and got in Alex’s face.
“If you don’t back the fuck off right now I swear to God I’ll shoot you myself.” Dean spoke, low and serious. “I’m very sorry for your loss. I get you’re upset, but that was an impossible situation and she’s saved your life not once but twice now so I suggest you lay the fuck off, Dick.”
“Oh well thanks. Thanks Liz for saving my life. Too bad it means shit now, huh?” Alex said, walking closer only to be stopped by Dean. “I never want to see you again, you hear me? You’re just a fucking curse, someone always has to die around you. I hate you, you stupid bitch.” He spat.
Dean took no time in bringing his fist back and slamming it into Alex face. The taller man stumbled back, holding his nose, only to have Michael catch him.
“Asshole.” Ava muttered, holding Liz’s head in the crook of her neck.
“Let’s get out of here.” Dean said, shaking his hand out. He led them all back to the Impala, the girls in back, Sammy in shot gun and drove away angrily not bothering to look back. None of them looked back.
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It was dark by the time they reached the motel, Ava was already passed out in the back seat. Sam lifted her out of the car and carried her in, putting her under the covers and tucking her in. Dean and Liz walked behind, both silent. Liz took two steps into the room, her face frozen in a vacant stare. She sat on the bed opposite from Ava perfectly upright and still, not making a sound. Dean ran a hand over his face exhaling loudly. Sam met his brother’s eyes in question. Dean waved his hand to him and nodded, Dean would keep watch. Sam would get some sleep. Crawling in next to Ava he curled his body around hers and quickly drifted off.
Dean peeled his jacket off his body and his sweat soaked shirt as well. Grabbing a clean set of boxers and sweat pants he gently touched Liz on the shoulder. “I’m going to get a shower…are you gonna be okay?”
She nodded her head without meeting his eyes. Dean stalled for a moment contemplating whether or not it was wise to leave the room right now. Finally the day’s filth and his own desire to rinse the grime and sweat off him won over and he disappeared into the bathroom. When he emerged from the bathroom Liz was in the same spot. Using his towel he shook the final droplets of water from his hair and walked over to her pulling back her side of the covers.
“We should get some sleep. It’s been a long day.” He told her.
Liz made no move to respond.
Taking the hint, he knelt down to pull off her shoes which were covered in desert dust. He stopped to look up to her, not entirely sure how he should handle the rest of her clothes.
“I…uh…”
She snapped out of it then and met his gaze. “Oh…uh…” She said quietly, pulling her jeans off her body and burying her legs under the covers. He stood and walked over to his side and got in, both laying stiff as planks next to one another.
“You know I was telling you the truth before…when I said this was real. You’re not in hell…you believe me, right?” Dean whispered.
Liz nodded. “Right now I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
“I would’ve done the same thing. You didn’t do anything wrong. It wasn’t Isabel in there…it wasn’t your friend. Even if you had chosen…I mean, there was no guarantee that she would have stopped with just them. You tried…that’s all anyone can ask for.” Dean comforted.
“I just wanted her to stop. It…scares me sometimes…the things I’m willing to do for them. I just wish I could’ve saved her.” She confessed.
“I know.” He whispered back. Dean turned his head to look at Liz, her stiff as a board form, staring straight up into the ceiling. As quietly as possible he shifted toward her, reaching over to grab her opposite arm and pulling it around his torso. She turned her own body so that her face was buried in his chest, their hands intertwined on his stomach, his free hand rubbing her back and combing gently through her hair.
“I’m sorry.” He said under his breath, his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.
“Me too.” She whispered back.
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The next day they all woke up not willing to do anything. Ava snuck away to the local video store and rented crappy movies so they could sit around and do nothing all day. When it got dark Liz took everyone to sneak into her old house for some more clothes and money and anything else they had been running low on. She pulled a trunk out from under her bed, one with her Grandma’s stuff in it and the boys picked through and took every thing that would be of use. They returned that night and fell asleep the same way they had the night before.
The boys were the first ones up in the morning, both used to nights like that on a regular basis. Dean woke as Sam was throwing his jacket on, grabbing the keys off the table.
“Where you going?” He asked, gingerly peeling the small brunette away from him and tucking her back in after he had risen.
“Out.”
Dean sighed. “Are you really going to do this today?”
“Dean…I should’ve been able to take her. If I was stronger then none of that would have happened!”
“Yeah well that’s the job, Sam. And we don’t know what’s going to happen if you do keep doing whatever the hell it is you’re doing!”
“I can’t let something happen like that again. That wasn’t even Lilith, Dean, and she barely batted and eyelash! I can do this I just need to be stronger!”
“So really.” Dean said, crossing his arms. “You gonna do that to her?” He tilted his head toward the blonde girl curled in a ball, her hair sprayed across the pillow.
Sam sighed. “Me and Ruby aren’t like that, Dean.”
“Yeah sure. But you’re like something, right. You’re doing something, aren’t you? How do you think Ava’s going to feel about that? How you gonna explain that to her? Or are you just going to keep lying to her like you lied to me?”
“This isn’t any of your business.”
“You’re damn right it’s my business!” Dean tried to hold his voice in. “You’re my brother and you’re off doing God knows what…it’s my business.”
“You can’t stop me.” Sam said, defiantly.
Dean scoffed. “You’re right. There’s the door. Don’t expect me to lie for you.”
The boys had a staring contest before Sam took the next step and walked out the door. The girls both shot up at the sound of the door slamming.
“Was that Sam?” Ava asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Yeah.” Dean said, picking at the lint on his pants.
“Where’s he going?” she asked.
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose before answering. “On a drive.”
Love is not a victory march. Its a cold, and its a broken Hallelujah. -Leonard Cohen