"Hey."
She knows the voice immediately and lightly pushes a blind hand out in the direction it's coming from. She makes contact with his face and keeps pushing, shoving him away in an attempt to keep sleeping.
"Nice try," Dean says muffled against the palm of her hand before he swats it aside.
"Fucking early," she complains while burying her face into her pillow, trying to hide from him unsuccessfully. She doesn't need a clock to know she's only had a few hours of sleep. Sometimes a bed that didn't have sandpaper sheets or a lumpy/spring-stabbing mattress is too damn hard to get out of. It was so, so, so comfortable and after their tiring day yesterday she has no idea how Dean can possibly be up already.
However, Dean had a plan and she was going to get up. Seeing her exposed neck as a perfect opportunity, Dean dives into her, his lips leaving rapid pecks on her neck. "Get… up… now… you… lazy… ass…." he directs as she recoils from the sensation.
"So tired, Hot Shot," she whines but laughs at his actions. She turns onto her side and reaches out for him with all intentions of pulling him back down and making him go back to sleep with her. This move was more often than not quite successful. Today, not so much.
"We're leaving in thirty," he grins while backing away from her reach and sitting up on the bed next to her. Lizzy's mouth turns up in a huge smile when she opens her eyes to see him for the first time. "Gotta get on the road if we're going to make it before sunset."
"We're really doing this?" she smiles up to him, not having fully believed that they were actually going to make the Vegas trip before right now. It seemed too good to be true that both Sam and Dean agreed to go last night so she hadn't banked on it truly happening.
"Yeah. You still want to, right?"
"Absolutely!" She sits up quickly and wraps her arms around his neck. "Thank you for this," she tells him.
"It's the least we could do," Dean says while pulling back. With all she does for them, they really did owe her one. Or maybe a million. "Now get your lazy ass outta bed already. The day's practically gone already."
"Who you calling lazy?" Lizzy challenges, knowing that usually it's the other way around in the morning. She was more of a morning person than he'll ever be, and that's not saying much. Lizzy's always been a night owl.
"Why you, officer." He grins slyly to her and Lizzy giggles with the name.
"You should really speak to authority figures with more respect, young man."
"Yeah, well I'm rebel," Dean jokes with his arms held out to the sides. "I do what I want."
"Don't make me put those cuffs back on you," she says and pulls him by the collar of his t-shirt into a kiss. She ends it far too soon for Dean's liking, but if they were supposed to get on the road on time, maybe it was a good thing. All it takes is one serious kiss to turn an innocent moment between the two of them into something far dirtier and they both know it. "I sure know how to keep a promise, don't I?"
"That you do," he agrees wholeheartedly while standing and grabbing the handcuffs she used on him just a few short hours ago off of the floor and tossing them to her. "You should pack those too."
"Will do," she grins while jumping out of bed and getting her things together.
"So…" Lizzy starts as she plugs her IPod into the cassette adapter she somehow was able to talk Dean into allowing in the Impala about a month ago. "Even though you don't think we should go, aren't you at least a little excited?" Selecting her playlist 'Easy Listening for Non-Pussies' to keep the music calm and quiet, the car is soon filled with the sound of the Allman Brother's 'Melissa.'
"I am," Dean honestly tells her as he pulls onto the highway. "I'm gonna assume that Cas will kill it for us at any given second with some obscure seal about to be broken, but until then I plan on taking advantage."
"You better," she playfully warns while kicking off her boots and plopping her feet into Dean's lap. She stretches across the front seat and leans her back against the door to face him. "And I am looking forwards to seeing the Winchesters let their hair down a little."
"Aren't we all," Dean remarks. "Though it looks like Sam already has a head start on the whole vacation thing back there."
Lizzy laughs quietly while glancing back, seeing Sam's long frame folded to fit across the backseat. He woke up just long enough to grab his things and get into the car. Considering it's still dark out, he easily fell back asleep the minute they got on the road.
"He looks so freaking cute all squished and sleeping with his mouth open like that," Lizzy jokes. There's something tranquil and innocent about the moment, the normally hulking and quite intimidating at times man suddenly looking so small and childlike. She adores getting to see it, knowing how rare this is for him.
"Just like when we were kids," Dean agrees. "Couldn't stay awake once the car started moving. Ha, I remember when he was a baby and he wouldn't stop crying, Dad would toss him in the backseat and drive around for a while until he passed out. Worked like a fucking charm every time."
"Hard to believe that giant was a baby once," Lizzy grins at the thought.
"Oh, don't let the current height fool you," Dean adds. "Sammy was a little runt until midway through high school."
"I somehow doubt that."
"It's true!" Dean swears to her. "He was like five feet zip until he was sixteen. The dude grew over a foot in less than a year when he was a junior."
"Talk about awkward," Lizzy laughs. "Must have been rough on him."
"Nah, he made it through. He was tough as nails even as a kid. Five feet tall or not, he could kick anyone's ass that got in his face." Dean pauses for a moment and peeks over to Lizzy as she watches the passing scenery with a yawn. "So, uh, how you doing?"
"I'm good, I guess," she answers, not sure exactly what he's asking her. "Keeping up with you two is tiring as shit, but I'm hanging tough."
"That you are," he agrees, dropping a hand onto her shin and squeezing. "L, we both want you to know you don't have to do any of this. It's ok if you want out at any time."
"Thank you, but I don't want out," she promises. "I could never sit at home knowing what fucked up shit is going on in the world."
"But what about your job?" Dean asks her. "You know you love bartending. And you were just days from being, as I believe you put it, a certified ass kicker."
Lizzy laughs at his recollection of her description. "I know, and I love both those things. I still want to schmooze with my regulars and definitely still want to teach self-defense, but if I don't help you two right now, there won't be a world for me to do either of those things in. I can't sit by for this one. I'm here because I do have to be. It's not a choice."
"Spoken like a truly insane person." Dean smiles over at her.
"Spoken like a true hunter," Lizzy corrects with a light nudge from her foot to his stomach.
"What's the difference?" Dean compromises.
"Rock salt," Lizzy giggles. "Plus, I was just plain getting tired of being away from you all the time. It was getting very old very quickly and I couldn't live like that anymore."
"I couldn't agree more," Dean admits, knowing the long time spans when they'd be apart were awful. He reaches across the car to take her hand in his. "Actually, I meant how are you doing with Lou being gone for a year?"
"Shitty," Lizzy answers quickly. "I miss her every damn day. You know, I still think about her all the time, still talk to her like she's still right by my side. Louie's never gonna leave me, and I don't want her to, but sometimes I wish it would just get a little easier, you know? It hurts so fucking much still." She realizes she's been rubbing her forearm through her winter coat the whole time she spoke of her friend. Her sadness washes over her and instead of let it win she shoves it down deep… a little trick she picked up from the boys.
"Then I'm glad we're honoring her memory the right way," Dean says, returning his hand to the wheel. "The way she'd want us to at least."
"Oh, she'd love that we're doing this," Lizzy confirms. "All she'd want from us is to be happy and smile now and then. And if we're gonna do this trip right, the true Lou way, you two better have your party pants on. She did Vegas hard, even too hard for me sometimes."
"Oh, bring it on, Lou," Dean challenges. "I am down."
"I'll remember you said that," she warns. "Though I can see you being right up there with Louie when it comes to pushing the fun limit, ha!"
"I do what I can," Dean replies with a smile.
"You know, sometimes I wish that Lou could see us now," Lizzy tells him. "I want her to know what the two of us have become. When she died, you and I were not in an even remotely good place and she really had it out for you."
"Can't blame her for that," Dean admits, knowing that at the point that Lou died, she should have been angry with him. He was downright mean for what he did to Lizzy, ignoring her for a year and keeping his life and deal with the devil from her, and being her best friend, Lou should have wanted to kill him.
"But I want her to know why you did what you did," Lizzy explains, watching the trees pass without really seeing them. "I want her to know that you are a good guy… an amazing guy. I want her to see how awesome we are together and that I'm happy." Lizzy pauses as Dean looks to her with a smile. "I am insanely happy," she adds with the bright, toothy grin he loves on her so much.
"I wish she could see that too," Dean agrees. "And even though she never really took a shining to me, I really liked her."
"Oh, she liked you plenty," Lizzy laughs. "You let her work on your car! She loved you! She just didn't like you with me, that's all."
"Again, I can't blame her."
"Oh me neither!" Lizzy tacks on. "If Sam was ever a dick to her like that, I'd probably drop his ass." Lizzy pauses a moment to think before continuing. "I wish Louie was still around for him too. Sam could've used having her this past year. I can't help but think that he might have done things differently if she'd been here."
"I'm sure he would've," Dean returns. "He listened to her. I don't know what she did or said, but she sure got through to him. Wish I knew what the secret was."
"Really good sex," Lizzy answers simply. Dean looks over and sees her face, confirming that she wasn't joking.
"Oh, is that all it takes?" Dean remarks.
"According to Lou," Lizzy explains. "One good fucking and Sam was an open book to her."
"Good to know, I guess," Dean answers, unsure how the information would ever help him.
"Man, Louie loved hooking up with your brother," Lizzy states. "Said he was a blast."
"He should be! Who do you think gave him advice his whole life," Dean gloats while sending her a slick look.
"Well, be proud, big brother," Lizzy says. "From what she said, you taught that man well."
"Good," Dean remarks, unable to stop the corners of his mouth from turning up with pride. "Poor kid, he was so nervous around girls when we were younger. He needed someone to give him a few nudges in the right direction."
"Sure needed a nudge in Lou's direction, which I'm sure you were also happy to provide!"
"Absolutely," Dean confirms. "She scared him at first I think. Then again, she kinda scared me."
"She always did come off a bit strong," Lizzy agrees. "Oh man, remember the time we walked in on them in that utility building in Oklahoma?"
"No, not really," Dean sarcastically returns. He'll never forget that, unfortunately. That brain stabbing imagery is burned in his mind.
"Apparently, that was the time when Lou found out about Sam having, and I quote, 'one of the most talented tongues she'd ever come across'."
"Wow, you are in an oversharing mood, you know that?" Dean informs her as he grows uncomfortable with the information a little.
"Hey, you were the one who just called himself Sam's sexual mentor," Lizzy defends herself with a giggle. "I figured you'd be happy to hear the glowing reviews. And come on, you had to have handed down some of your knowledge when it comes to that." Lou and Lizzy always had a very open dialogue about sex and after talking to Lou, she already knows this is true. The girls always loved comparing notes, discovering how similar and different the two Winchesters were. It started with contrasting their personalities as it was obvious right off the bat how different they were. They then went on to looks and once Louie managed her way into Sam's pants, naturally they progressed onto how they were in bed. Call it a sick pleasure, but they had fun with it. Correction, they had a blast with it.
"I may have given a few pointers here and there," Dean confirms.
"Like what?" Lizzy questions excitedly, curiosity killing her as she sits up a little taller, eyes wider with anticipation.
"Uh, like," Dean tries to remember the things he told Sam back in the day. "The proper use of the flat tongue."
"The flat tongue?" Lizzy inquires with a smirk. Dean sticks his tongue out, wide and flat, and licks the air upward slowly in demonstration. Lizzy shudders with the site, knowing exactly what that felt like. "Mm, that's one I truly appreciate."
"It's a good slow starter as you already know," Dean concurs, explaining its best use to her much like he did with Sam years ago.
"What about the suck and flick?"
"What's that?" Dean laughs at the name she's given it.
"You know, when you suck at the same time as you flick your tongue back and forth," Lizzy explains. "That's what Louie and I called it. The suck and flick."
"Oh, that suck and flick," Dean laughs off. "Yeah, I may have passed that one on. It's a valuable skill to have in the arsenal."
"Works like a charm on me."
"Oh yeah. That one usually gets you where you're going," Dean says, knowing just how true it was. He's learned by now what makes her tick and this move was one of his favorites to use on her.
"Lou too," she informs him. "If she were here right now, she'd be thanking you big time."
"Well where ever she is, she's more than welcome."
"What do you think would have happened with those two if she hadn't died?" Lizzy wonders aloud.
"Who knows," Dean responds, hoping to brush the question under the rug. No such luck.
"I think something would've come of it," she admits, having run the scenario out in her head several times. "Lou really had a thing for Sam.
"I think the what-if game sucks," Dean states, finding it hard to think about how much better his brother's life could be. With having Lizzy in his, he wants nothing more than for Sam to have that too. It hurt to think that Sam's had two women in his life that could have filled that void but they both passed away, leaving him alone.
"It does, wicked bad," Lizzy says. "But my brain plays it whether I want it to or not."
"I just can't let myself think that way," Dean explains. "Having you has made my life so much better and Sam doesn't have that. I hate that he doesn't have that and thinking about what could have been only makes it that much worse."
"You're right," Lizzy says, agreeing completely while seeing his sadness. "Let's not talk about it. Let's talk about how we're going to make our time pass quicker in this car."
"I'm willing to take suggestions." Dean sends a smile her way, appreciating the chance to have light-hearted conversation instead of doom, gloom, and misery.
"Well, I have a couple joints rolled in my pocket, but I'd rather wait for Sam on those. He's a fucking great little stoner. I want to include him."
"Oh, please do," Dean laughs, remembering the last time she managed to get Sam to smoke. He was praising Pink Floyd and giggling like a school girl. It was awesome.
"We could play I spy." Lizzy makes the suggestion with all seriousness and Dean looks over to her with a face that could only be described as disappointed. "Oh, come on, you know you want to," she pushes.
"You are so lame," Dean digs.
"So are you, so it works," she quickly says. "I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter D."
"Are we really doing this?" Dean complains, not fully buying that she wants to play a kids car-ride game with him.
"Yes and if you don't have fun in the first round, we'll stop, ok party pooper?" Lizzy does her best to get him on board.
"Fine," Dean gives in. He's found himself giving in a lot since he's met her so what's one more time? "Dashboard."
"No," Lizzy huffs out at his not even close answer. "Try again."
"Dial... on the radio."
"Sorry, not it," she taunts.
"Dean!" he guesses while pointing to himself, thinking he's being cleaver.
"You're warmer," Lizzy responds, her sock-cover foot suddenly running over the zipper of his jeans.
"L, what are you doing?" Dean asks, suddenly getting the feeling her version of I spy is different than most.
"Playing I Spy," she says, sitting up and moving across the bench seat to press up against him, her hand replacing her foot. "Keep guessing."
"Begins with D, huh?" Dean checks his facts as Lizzy unbuttons his pants.
"Sure does," she whispers, lips landing on his neck, nipping and sucking lightly as he feels his zipper opening.
"L, Sam's a really light sleeper," he warns, nervous to have his brother in the back seat while Lizzy attempts to make his drive that much better.
"Then you're gonna have to keep really quiet then, aren't you?" she tells him, tongue running over the shell of his ear as her hand finds its way into his jeans. "You haven't figured it out yet."
"Wild guess," he whispers out, now hyper aware of his volume. "Is it my dick?"
"Ding-ding-ding," Lizzy quietly calls out as she frees him from his clothing. "Give the man a prize."
With that, she lowers her head.
"Oh my God," Dean breathes out while doing his best to keep focused on the road. "You're fucking awesome."