Secret Smile

Based on the ITV Drama and book

Dean Winchester sped down the streets of London in his 1967 Chevrolet Impala, with his younger brother Sam in the front passenger seat, and Sam's girlfriend in the back.

They had traveled to London by being stowaways on a cargoship. After a fourteen hour trip they finally arrived, and it seemed like Lizzie was the only one who was happy.

"Seriously!" Dean growled. "Why would people drive on the wrong side of the road? It's confusing!"

Lizzie smiled. "You're just not used to it, Dean," she said. "That's easy for you to say, Liz!" said Dean. "You spent half your life here! You're used to the cultural differences!"

Lizzie shrugged. "Touch'e," said Lizzie as she looked down at the map she was holding. "Remind me again, what exactly are we hunting?" asked Lizzie curiously.

"Ah, an Inccubus,'' said Sam. "A demonic entity that has sex with humans while they sleep,"

Lizzie wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Eww!" she said. "You didn't have to come along, you know," said Dean.

"No, it's okay," said Lizzie. "Really?" asked Dean. "Liz, you wear a purity ring, you're a virgin, and any mention of sex makes your skin crawl, and yet you're still here,"

"Still I'm here," said Lizzie. "How long did you live in London, Lizzie?" asked Sam curiously. "Erm, seven years," said Lizzie. "I moved away when I started Hogwarts,"

"And you liked it okay?" asked Sam. Lizzie smiled. "Yeah, It was nice. I've missed it," she said.

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They stopped at a local motel in the late afternoon, and were just beginning to unpack when Dean suggested that they go out and get something to eat. "Good!" said Lizzie gratefully as her stomach gave a loud growl.

Sam smiled as he took Lizzie's hand as they exited their room.

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They stopped at a rather nice restaurant and as they took their seats at the table, Lizzie noticed a woman with cropped bleach blonde hair, sitting with another woman with shoulder length dirty blonde hair and a man with brown hair, and a handsome face. He kept looking at the woman with short blond hair, and giving her, what Lizzie could only guess was sexually suggestive expressions.

Through the entire course of the meal, Lizzie kept glancing back at the table where the two women and the man sat. She caught a bit of the conversation, and heard the man say to the girl with bleach blonde hair, "You're two are like two peas in a pod! Why didn't you ever introduce me?" Lizzie took notice of the man's accent which was slightly heavy and quickly determined that he must be from Scotland (because she had been on vacation in Scotland at least twice in her life, and knew how people spoke there).

She also noticed that the girl with bleach blonde hair looked increasingly uncomfortable with this man speaking to her. Did they know each other somehow?

"Lizzie? What are you staring at?" asked Dean as they prepared to leave the table after the check had been paid. "Hmm? Oh, nothing Dean," said Lizzie as she got her jacket and got up from the table.

But just as they were about to leave, Lizzie caught sight of the woman with bleach blond hair and the man by the door as he helped her into her beige trenchcoat. As Lizzie hid behind a corner, she caught a bit what they were saying.

"Are you playing with her to get at me?" the woman asked.

"That sounds very self-centered," said the man. "If by 'her' you mean Kerry? I'm in love with her. Not everything revolves around you, you know,'' the man said. Ooh! Burn! Thought Lizzie as she cringed slightly.

As the man left with Kerry, the woman with the cropped blonde hair lagged behind to answer a call on her cell. Lizzie pretended to be answering a text message on her phone as she left the restaurant.

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"Lizzie, what were you staring at back there?" asked Dean as they got back to the motel. "Nothing," said Lizzie as she dropped her purse and jacked onto the dresser. "Really?" asked Sam suspiciously. "Why were you gazing at those three people at that table across from us?
Lizzie couldn't explain without sounding nosy or stupid. The woman with the bleach blonde hair looked odd being in the presence of someone so nice looking as the man she was sitting with, and yet, after eavesdropping on their conversation, Lizzie got the hint that there was more to it than meets the eye. Though, it was not her business to go prying so she let the matter drop – for now.