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It's been a long Saturday night shift.

Well, not technically. It was the average length of her usual shifts at the bar. Six o'clock to close, which is usually once everything is cleaned up around two-thirty in the morning. Normally this is no big deal for Lizzy. She can handle that amount of time with grace, or better yet with a few shots in her system as her regulars do love to help make her job more fun.

However, being pregnant really makes being a bartender much harder to do.

She had to turn down every shot offered to her tonight. Her patrons weren't exactly excited when she said no to their generosity over and over. The word pussy was thrown out a few times. The only excuse she could come up with for her sobriety was that she hadn't been feeling great and needed to step away from the booze for a little while. It was partially true, after all.

On her feet all night, no booze consumed, and having to hide her throwing up twice during her shift… she's ready to relax.

So when she pulls onto her road and catches a glimpse of her apartment in the not so far distance it's enough to make her smile.

Lizzy puts on her blinker like another other night, doing it while singing along to 'Going to California'. Walk Cass, brush teeth, wash off make up, and reacquaint with that big comfy couch of hers. That sounds like the best plan ever.

A plan that flies right out the window when she pulls into her small parking lot to find a very familiar black 1967 Chevrolet Impala parked in her usual spot.

He's home.

Her heart nearly jumps out of her throat with sheer excitement. Her husband is home. He didn't tell her he was coming but he's here.

Lizzy parks the Mustang and flies out of her car in record time. She runs around the building to the front door and nearly breaks her key in the lock trying to get it open as quickly as possible.

She fumbles a bit, drops her keys, and then swears loud enough for the neighbors to hear inside their homes.

"Fuck!"

As she bends down to pick them up and try again she hears the knob turn and the lock click open.

"Hey, gutter mouth. Take it easy. There're kids living in this neighborhood."

The light and joking voice taunts her a bit and when Lizzy looks up she sees Dean standing there casually, looking down at her with a self-assured grin on his face.

"Hi!" Lizzy just short of squeals as she scrambles back up to her feet. She drops her purse on the floor and immediately slams into him, her arms around his neck and her cheek pressed against his.

"Hi," Dean laughs right back with her huge greeting. He wraps his arms around her smaller frame and lets that wonderful warmth surround him.

"I had no idea you were coming!" she says with sheer glee to have him back.

"That was the point," he tells her as she backs away just enough to plant her lips right onto his.

"I missed you so much," she tells him before smashing her mouth onto his again.

"Missed… you… too…" he struggles to get out as she assaults him over and over.

"Ah," she sighs and hugs him in again. "So happy you're home."

"Trust me, it's good to be here," Dean admits, that relaxing relief that washes over him just to be in this space of theirs making coming home too good to be real. But it is.

"Oh man," she awes and backs away, picking up her purse to head inside with him. "My heart is racing a mile a minute."

Dean just stays there, smiling wide as he holds open the door for her to come in. He watches her closely as she takes off her worn, tan leather jacket and hangs it onto one of the hooks on the wall before bending down to pet their dog when he comes to greet her. The sight of her concerns him as soon as her coat no longer covers her up.

"You still not eating or something?" he worries aloud, taking in her thinner than usual frame.

"Oh, I'm eating… I'm just sometimes puking it right up afterwards," she explains while she kicks off her boots. "But you can relax. It's only, like, six pounds that I've lost."

"You've lost six pounds!?" he panics a bit as he closes the door behind her. He grabs the big metal salt container in the corner by the front doorway and starts fixing the line at the entrance. "You're supposed to be gaining weight!"

"Eventually, yeah, I will. But with my morning sickness running all day it's kinda hard to not lose some pounds. The doctor said it's fine," Lizzy explains while starting for the stairs. "Come sit with me and I can fill you in on everything so that you can calm your ass down a bit."

Dean makes his way up the stairs, pit-stopping for a beer from the refrigerator as it is his usual thing before walking down the hall.

"Where's Sam?" Lizzy shouts out to him from the bedroom.

"Hunting something up in Maine… a Rugaru I think," Dean tells her as he takes a sip of beer and stands in the door way. He leans on the frame and watches her move around, losing her jeans in favor of some sweatpants. He gets a nice glimpse of ass in her small, black underwear before they're covered again. Damn, it is just too good to be home again.

"By himself?" she questions with surprise as she rummages through some papers on the wooden desk in the corner of the bedroom once more comfortable.

"I warned him that I needed a day or two off, especially since we were headed this way. He told me he was gonna go with or without me. I said bullshit and the next thing I know I'm waking up alone in our motel in Pennsylvania." Dean takes a deep swig of his beer. "Ah. He wasn't bluffing."

"Guess not," she makes a worried face over to him while gathering up everything she intends to share.

"Nope," Dean answers, the disappointment clear in his tone. "But that leaves us at least a couple days together so I can't really complain… as long as he comes back alive."

"You worried about that?" Lizzy asks, stack of literature in her hands and a concerned face aimed at him.

"I'm always worried about that," Dean admits as he leans harder into the wooden door frame. "Or really I'm worried about everyone around him. He's either killing or screwing his way through Maine without his Jiminy so I hope those backwoods hicks are ready for that."

"Jiminy?" she questions up to him with a hand on his chest as she stand in front of him.

"Long story." Dean tries to sweep that one story under the rug and she hears it loud and clear, even if Lizzy would love to know why he's referring to himself as a Disney character.

"Well, baby, you can't be on him twenty-four seven," she lightly reminds him with a soft smile.

"I know," Dean nods.

"You're only human," she says as she pressed up on her toes to kiss him once. "Wanna forget about Sam for a minute and talk to me about brighter things?"

Dean just huffs his answer, very ready to do just that, and follows her as she walks past him into the living room. They sit next to each other on the couch as Lizzy lays out all the paperwork she grabbed.

"I'm seeing Dr. Williams. I had her since I first started going to a gyno in high school so I know that she's awesome. She's delivered hundreds of babies so she's totally trustworthy," Lizzy says with a smile as she grabs two prescription pill bottles off of the coffee table. "She has me on both of these."

"What are they?" Dean asks, his forehead wrinkled as he reads over the medical names for the pills on the label. They mean nothing to him.

"One's a prenatal vitamin and the other is some anti-nausea medicine," she points to each one individually. "I've been throwing up a lot less after getting myself on the nausea stuff. I'll be back to normal weight and then some soon enough so you can relax about the weight loss."

"Good," Dean nods with sheer relief as he put the bottles back.

"And she told me that a lot of people lose weight if they have morning sickness at the beginning. I am perfectly normal." She drops a reassuring hand on his knee and Dean starts to look a little less worried.

"So is everything else good so far?" he pries, ready to hear that his child is doing fine and everything is normal. He could really use some good news right about now.

"So far, yeah," Lizzy tells him. "I had a ton of tests done. Sadly I never got the rundown from mom about how she was while pregnant or if she had any complications so I got the works done to be sure. Blood tests, hormone levels, I peed in a cup… we did it all. I am as healthy as a horse and good to carry this baby all the way through."

"What about the kid?" Dean keeps prying.

Lizzy takes a piece of paper from the pile and holds it between the two of them. "I had two pretty important tests. They're both for early detection of downs and chromosomal abnormalities, that last one being what my doctor thinks was the reason for the miscarriage a couple years ago. They'll do more tests in the second trimester to be sure but so far the little dude or dudette is perfect."

Nodding, Dean takes a second to enjoy that no shit has yet to hit the fan. He's not used to that. "So everything is good?" he has to check one last time out of constant need to be sure. He has to know, without a doubt, that their kid is healthy, normal, and all around perfect and so is his wife or else he's never leaving this apartment again.

This is when a huge, overly excited smile spreads across Lizzy's face. She pulls out a five by seven picture from under the stack of pamphlets and hands it over.

"You tell me."

He takes the photo out of her hand and looks down at it.

"Because I don't know my mother's medical history so much and I've had a miscarriage before I got to have an early sonogram to take an inside peek and be one hundred percent sure," she explains as Dean just concentrates on making heads or tail of the black and white picture. "That right there," Lizzy points to a black mass in the middle of it. "Is the amniotic sac, the baby's hangout until it's born. And right there," she points to a small shape inside the black. "Is our little badass."

Glancing at her once, his face full of shock and total wonder with what she shows him, he looks back down at the picture again. Holy shit. That's his kid. That's actually it. That's his little boy or girl, his and Lizzy's future… all right there in that one picture.

"Shit," Dean says, his face showing the moment he's having. It's overwhelming to see that tiny little person for the first time. It's all real. He didn't imagine it or dream it up. It wasn't some figment of his over worked mind. It's all very real and here in his hands is the proof.

"I know," Lizzy agrees as she leans against him, her arms wrapping around his bicep and her chin on his shoulder. "It's fucking crazy."

"Yeah," he amazes, still unable to tear his eyes away from the picture.

"Dr. Williams broke it down for me. She told me that this…" she once more points to the picture. "Is its head, here is the body, and you can just barely make out the umbilical cord… there."

"You sure that's what that is?" Dean asks as he points to what Lizzy tells him is an umbilical cord. He then looks to her with a cocked eyebrow and a smile.

"Yes," she laughs small with his obvious challenge. "That's not a penis."

"You sure?" Dean keeps right on joking. "Would make sense. It's pretty big. He might take after his dear old dad."

"Sorry to disappoint but I'm sure. It's too early to tell if it's a boy or a girl."

"Damn, ok," Dean brushes it off but continues to look at the picture.

"Would you want to know?" Lizzy wonders. "Before it's born would you wanna know what it is?"

Thinking it over, he tells her, "I don't know."

"Me neither. I mean, come on. Really, it doesn't matter either way…"

"I agree," he cuts in, and he does. After her saying a month back that she's just fine either way as long as the baby's healthy and happy and safe he feels the same.

"But I think it would be fun to wait and be surprised," she shrugs.

Dean nods and keeps quiet, looking at the tiny little thing in the picture once more.

"If you really want to know I can make sure you do," she tells him. "You'd just have to promise me you won't tell before the big day."

"Yeah right," Dean huffs. "I couldn't deal with that kinda pressure. I'll just do whatever you wanna do."

With that one she kisses him on the cheek. She couldn't stop herself. She just loves him too much and this whole situation makes it that much stronger. She didn't think she could love him more before this happened. Boy was she wrong.

"So this is all the info they gave me," she shifts gears and spreads out all the pamphlets and fliers for him to see. "Some are good, some are total common sense. I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna be drinking any time soon and I've never been a smoker…"

"Yes you have," Dean rebuts immediately. She doesn't smoke cigarettes, no, but she still smokes a fair amount. "You're a fucking stoner."

"Not anymore I'm not," she rolls her eyes and lets go of his arm. She grabs a pamphlet from the pile and hands it to him. "This kid is effectively taking away all of my favorite vices."

Dean laughs when he sees the title on the informational page. Pregnancy and Marijuana: The Effects on Your Unborn Child.

"No booze, no pot…"

"No coffee, no eggs, no sushi, no feta or blue cheese, no deli meat…"

"Oh man, you must be pissed," Dean near laughs as he picks up his bottle of beer and at the last second, pulls it away from his lips and puts it back down. Drinking in front of her seems unfair right about now.

"Dean, you can drink," she promises him. "It's fine. Plus, with the stress you're under… drink up."

"I'm good," Dean tells her and doesn't reach for the beer again. "So no caffeine, booze, weed, and some of your favorite foods… this kid just banned all your favorite things."

"Don't I know it," she rolls her eyes.

"Except for one thing, of course."

Lizzy looks to him with a confused face and he just simply raises his eyebrows a couple times with a slick look sent her way.

She laughs. "Yeah. I do still have sex, thank God. There's no way I'd survive this if I couldn't have sex!"

"Why's that?" Dean has to wonder.

"Oh my God, I have been nonstop horny for weeks," she tells him, her voice obvious. "My hormones are a mess. It's fucking crazy. I have no control over it."

"Huh," her husband nods with very easy acceptance over this.

"Oh, it's been rough without you," she admits, not looking to make him feel worse about needing to be on the road and help Sam but to just tell him the truth. "I need you… now more than ever! I think my vibrator would vouch for that!"

"You break it yet?" Dean jokes as he gets a mental picture. She's given him a solo show on more than one occasion. Those images are quite beautifully burned into his brain.

"Damn near close," she admits honestly. "Baby, I swear I have never felt anything like this. It doesn't matter how many times I go at it, it's never enough."

"You want me to try and help you out there?"

Lizzy and Dean both stare at each other for a beat, minds already churning with ideas.

"Not sure you're ready for that," Lizzy warns fairly.

"You think I'm not ready for fucking?" Dean asks, eyebrows flying up to his hairline with shock.

"I'm gonna wear you completely out, I know it."

"Oh I'd like to see you try, sweetheart," he returns quickly.

"No, I really think you're underestimating me," Lizzy tries again as she gets up and walks across the room, pulling her shirt over her head as she does. "I'm completely in overdrive at all times."

"And I love a good challenge," Dean smirks right back and gets up too, unbuckling his belt.

"Yeah, well, when you tap out some time tomorrow afternoon and call it quits then we'll see who has the real stamina out of the two of us." She tosses her shirt onto his head and leaves the room, making her way into their bedroom while immediately stripping out of everything she's wearing.

Impressed by her words and her high confidence paired with her want for marathon sex, as they've coined it after that day-long run at Bobby's years ago, Dean starts to shed his clothes, adding to the trail she's already started.

"Pregnancy is fucking awesome…"

"Oh… yeah," Lizzy drawls out as the high she was riding starts to receded. She stays put, curled into him as he holds her, and sighs with the satisfaction that she knows is only temporary.

Staring up at the white ceiling above, Dean relaxes back into the mattress. With pursed lips he releases a long breath, waiting for his heart rate to slow. While he does he can't help but worry a bit.

How the hell is he supposed to keep this up? He's not a machine, after all, even if he's starting to think she is. This was supposed to be some time off for him. A few days to relax, enjoy being around his wife during an exciting time in their lives, and sure, have sex as it is pretty much their favorite pastime. But this is ridiculous. At this rate Dean will be so tired from his shore leave that he'll need a day to rest up before meeting back up with Sam. He wasn't expecting this at all.

"God damn am I glad you're home," Lizzy jokes a bit as she picks up her head and looks at him. She smiles wide and plants a serious kiss on his lips.

"Couldn't tell," he jests right back and kisses her again.

"You still alive?" she wonders as she gets off of him and lies down next to him.

"Barely."

Lizzy laughs aloud at this one. "Hey, I warned you…"

"That's true," Dean nods and turns to look at her. "But still… you're fucking crazy."

"Well aware!" she tells him. "I can actually feel how insane I am right now but there's nothing I can do about it."

"Hey, as long as you know…."

She kisses his cheek. "I'll be right back."

"Where you going?" Dean wonders to her as she leaves the room.

"To throw up," she calls back to him and she walks down the hallway.

"Glad to know sex with me has that effect on you!"

"Shut up!" Lizzy shouts back lightly as the bathroom door closes.

Pressing a hand to his forehead while lying back in their bed, he sighs to himself. "She's gonna kill me." He's exhausted and he knows she's not done. And what if she doesn't stop being insatiable until she has that kid and goes back to normal? How the hell does he survive seven more months of this? How the hell does she get by everyday if this is how amped up and horny she is all the time?

When Dean hears the sink turn on he knows she's brushing her teeth which means pretty quickly she'll be back. He holds his hand out in front of himself and sees the slight tremble in it. They've haven't eaten yet today and it's about one in the afternoon. Between the constant sex and the no fueling up, he's feeling a bit weak. Time to fix that.

As he leans up to get out of bed, he hears the bathroom door open again followed by quick footsteps down the hallway.

"And where do you think you're going?" she asks when she finds him sitting at the edge of the bed and leaning down to pick up his boxer briefs.

"To get some breakfast… or maybe lunch at this point," he answers simply.

"Nope," she quickly denies him and steals the underwear out of his hands.

"L, Jesus," Dean complain a bit. "We need to eat."

"We can eat after," she shrugs and pushes him back by the shoulders before crawling over him.

"Or we could eat now and take a break," he suggests and she kisses him before he could protest more. He cups her face with both hands and pushes her back a bit, holding her physically off of him as it's the only way she'll stop right now. "L, I'm a guy. I need recharge time."

"But I don't," she slickly smiles back.

"Yeah, I've noticed," Dean says with a smirk. "I'm sorry but I can't just get it up that quick that many times. Give me a break to get the batteries back to full and I'll be ready to go again."

Lizzy contemplates for a moment, biting her lip and seriously needing more as she's turned on beyond belief all over again with just the sight of his naked body. "Fine… but you still have to get me off one more time before I let you out of this room."

"You gonna say it?" Dean smirks as she writhes in his lap panting.

"Yeah. Oh, yeah," Lizzy breathlessly promises.

"Say my name."

"Oh God…"

"Say it."

"Dean."

That was not her voice.

At the same time both Lizzy and Dean whip the heads around to the source of the very unlikely and quite male voice they hear.

"Oh, were you not asking me to say your name?" he asks innocently as he stands in the middle of their bedroom.

"What the fuck, Crowley!?" Dean shouts to the demon as he frantically grabs for their crumpled up comforter, a move that's awkward going as they're currently sitting on it. Lizzy wraps herself around Dean while in his lap, clutching to him tightly with fear and need to hide from their intruder.

"How good it is to see you too, Dean… and all of you, might I add."

"Jesus fucking Christ," the hunter mutters as he scrambles about with his wife.

"You know, you two put on quite the barry show," the intruder comments, hands casually in his black overcoat pockets. "I hear there's good money in the porn biz. Ever thought about getting into that?"

"Why do we always get fucking caught like this?" Lizzy asks her husband as the bundle up.

"Our luck sucks," Dean answers angrily.

"Or maybe you two just need to stop going at it every other second of the day and reduce your chances," Crowley smirks. "Hedonists, really."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dean loudly asks, anger all over his tone and expression. Once he has both Lizzy and himself covered, cocooned in their comforter, he shoots the intruder a look of pure hatred.

"So you're Crowley?" Lizzy eyes him over, remaining calm in the King of Hell's presence since she knows he won't hurt her. If that's what he wanted she and Dean would already be in pain.

"And you must be Elizabeth," he responds. "I gotta say, now that I've finally seen you… every inch of you, that is… I'm fairly impressed. And I don't really understand a woman as lovely and ladylike as yourself hanging around the likes of this… classy and sophisticated example of a human." He nods in Dean's direction.

"And now that I've finally seen you in person," Lizzy eyes him down and up again. "I don't really see what all the fucking hype is about."

"Ah, never judge a book by its well-groomed yet un-moose-like sized packaging," he quips while shaking a finger at her.

It's then that they can all hear Lizzy and Dean's dog barking frantically on the other side of the bedroom door. He could sense an evil presence and he's overly protective of his owners.

"Shut that mutt of yours up before I shut him up for you, yes?" Crowley fairly warns.

"Cass! Cool it!" Dean shouts without moving from his place on the bed and immediately the dog stops.

"Cass?" Crowley eyes the two with humorous surprise. "Did you really name your dog after a bumbling, idiot angel?"

"No," Dean quickly gets angry. "We named him after a good friend. Now what do you want?"

"Good friends are hardly ever good friends, you should know that," Crowley tries to kindly warn, knowing so much more than they do about the angel they consider a dear ally and what exactly he's been up to lately. He meanders over to the bureau and picks up a bottle of Lizzy's perfume. "I came here to see why it is that you were indeed here and not out on the road with that brother of yours."

"I'm on shore leave," Dean fires back, his anger only sharpening the longer the demon is in his home and completely invading the one place he had left in life as his own. "And Sam's still out there on his own working. You'll still get what you want."

"Yes, that may be true, but I'm, let's say, less than comfortable with him being out on his own," Crowley admits while smelling the bottle he picked up. He makes a disgusted face and puts it back down. "Too risky. I don't want his impulsiveness getting him caught up somewhere."

"Never thought I'd ever agree with a demon but hey, first time for everything," Dean snares back. "Maybe you're only nine-tenths dick after all."

"Don't think that the brown nosing will help you."

"Fuck you," Dean spits right back.

"Much better. Love that creative Winchester wit." Crowley winks at the hunter. "Now that you're on my payroll I have a vested interest what you two cavemen are up to… and if you're here shagging the wife then that means you aren't out there bagging alphas with Thor."

"You know what? Fuck this," Dean gets impatient and angry. "I made a deal with you but I didn't sell off every second of my life! Get outta here, Crowley!"

Crowley looks at him with surprise. "What a poor host…"

"I never invited you! You got no reason to be here and this is my time off…"

"For getting your rocks off?" Crowley responds, earning a very angry face from Dean.

"He'll be back on the road in no time, though I don't know why that's any of your business," Lizzy assures him, angry that they just can't seem to have time alone in this world they live in. "But right now I deserve a little bit of time with my husband. Leave."

"And why do you feel that you deserve such a thing right now, sweetheart?" Crowley challenges. "He is, after all, important to many people aside from just you."

"He's more important to me, trust me."

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm…"

"My wife," Dean cuts her off, horrified that she almost told him what was going on in their lives right now. That's far too risky and way too much leverage for the former punk-ass crossroads demon to have over them both. "We're married. We need time together."

"Oh… so it's not just because you're all lovey-dovey over that bun in the oven then?"

Dean and Lizzy both freeze.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean denies heavily.

"Oh don't you lie to me, daddy-o," Crowley says with glee. "You'd be surprised how fast word gets around. Demons are a surprisingly gossipy bunch."

Closing his eyes with a tense jaw, Dean grows so angry he needs to pause to rein it in. They know. Every demon out there knows that Lizzy's pregnant. She's a target, she's leverage against him, she's constantly going to be in danger. Fuck!

"And really, what were you two thinking?" Crowley chides their poor decision. "A child? In this absolutely mucked up world? Just when I was starting to think you weren't as stupid as you look…"

"I swear to you, Crowley… you or any of your fucking kiss ass minions lay a single finger on her I will kill you!"

"Oh let's not be so hasty and start hurling insults, hm?" Crowley says with nonchalance and leans against the bureau casually. "Don't you worry about your darling wife and future mouth breathing hunter in training. I have an order out. They're off limits."

"What? Why?" Dean asks immediately, needing to know why Crowley is feeling so oddly generous.

"Because I want you focused on the task in front of you instead of…." He looks over the two of them still huddled together and under a blanket on their bed. "…being preoccupied by worrying about their safety."

"Yeah, well, right now I'm not yours. I'm hers. I only have one task at hand, ok?" Dean bites back, referring to his mini vacation.

"You're of course referring to your wife's nether regions?"

"Crowley!" shouts Dean, stopping him before he can get any cruder that he already has.

"Your task is keeping that mentally disabled barbarian of a brother in line while getting my big baddies to me at an impressive rate. He's already killed far too many of my henchmen for me to be comfortable with him flying solo."

"Fuck that," Lizzy says loudly. "It sounds to me like Sam's not broken… he's just doing a bang up job getting you're kind of trash off the streets."

"Tomato-tomahto, my lovely hunting whore. I don't like Sam on his own."

Dean can see what it is Crowley is worried about now. "So you'll keep Lizzy on the no fly list…"

"If you keep getting me my alphas while containing Sam, yes." He pushes off the bureau and walks to the other side of the room at a naturally slow pace. "Never disappoint me by keeping the alphas coming and your hilariously unplanned family stays alive."

Lizzy and Dean just eye him over for a moment, everything quite unnerving.

"Alright then. I shall let you two get back to… whatever it was you were doing," Crowley says as he gestures to them. "I'll be in touch. Don't stay too long, Dean… might get too comfortable here."

And he's gone.

"So that's Crowley, huh?" Lizzy questions with levity she isn't really feeling.

"Yeah, he's a real great guy," Dean very sarcastically returns with as his face goes nearly pale with fear. It's hard to make Dean do that these days but realizing just how vulnerable she is will do that.

"How the fuck did he get in here?" Lizzy has to question, untangling herself from him and pulling down the covers that are draped over them a little. "I mean, I have this place locked down. Salt, hex bags, wards of every fucking kind…"

"No idea," Dean butts in. "But I don't like it."

"He's a real son of a bitch then, huh?"

"You could say that again," he grumbles to himself with utter hopelessness.

"He's a real son of a bitch then, huh?"

Dean shoots her a look and Lizzy smiles back something childish.

"Is this funny to you?" he asks with full agitation.

"No," she drops her grin immediately and sighs. "I just… it's so serious in here all of a sudden and I hate it. I wanted this time to be about us and be happy…"

"And it can't be," Dean says to her, getting out of bed and tossing on some clothes. "I mean, what the fuck? How the hell am I supposed to go out on the road after that?"

"Well… for Sam you have to," Lizzy reminds him.

"Well I say fuck that. He's officially on his robo-own," Dean grumps as he pulls a shirt over his head. "And I'm not letting you outta my site ever again. I'm staying."

"Crowley just said…"

"Screw Crowley!" Dean shouts at her, making her flinch with wide eyes. He didn't mean to yell at her. He's not mad at her at all. This whole thing is just too much to take. He huffs and hastily pulls on his boxers. "I'm gonna make something to eat."

As Dean marches out of the room and leaves Lizzy sitting alone in the bedroom, wondering what the next step could possibly be for them, he heads right for the refrigerator. He pulls out a beer from the stash left over when Lizzy stopped drinking and cracks it quick, downing half the bottle in mere seconds. He then slams it down onto the countertop with fury and hunches over, hands gripping the edges of the fake marble top with fire.

It's one thing for demons to come after him. They've been gunning for him for years now. But it's a whole other thing to come into his home and disrupt his quiet life like that. This will not stand.