Chapter 7

"Don't move, "Lisa whispered harshly in Elizabeth's ear. The cool metal sent an aching chill over her neck and spine. Elizabeth slowly brought her hands in front of her. She imagined all the ways this could play out. If this was the ghost of Amy, which she assumed and really hoped it was, than there was no ending that involved them both still alive. She tried to twist her head around but only received a harder press of metal. "Any last words?"

"If I'm going to die can it at least not be to such cliché words." Elizabeth stalled, praying there would be an opening or Dean would get back soon. "I mean seriously it has been in hundreds of movies and it really never gets more appealing."

"What?" Lisa pondered a bit shocked that the girl was still joking while a gun was trained to blow her head off. She recomposed her face and let all emotion except for hatred drain from her features. "Are you ready to die?"

"That's a little better but still…" Elizabeth measured with her hands to show its ranking. The gun pressed harder into her spine and she couldn't help but wince at the grinding pain that it uncovered. Lisa's hand was trembling; she could feel it in the slight tremors of the barrel. However she had no control and there was no way Elizabeth was going to kill her because she got possessed, even though it was prtty stupid. "Fine, fine. Just do me a favor."

"What?" Lisa snapped with tense anger radiating from her voice.

"Don't hurt my face." Elizabeth teased solemnly running over the area with her palm in a quick motion. Lisa huffed frustration and aimed the at Elizabeth's heart, placing one finger over the trigger. She was ready to pull, make this one swift motion, and get this all over with.

"Mom! I'm home." Ben called as he entered the house. Lisa swiveled around at the new voice and took her eyes from Elizabeth. This was her only chance. Elizabeth ran from the kitchen and grabbed Ben, who looked up at her in surprise. She tried to give a soft smile but couldn't explain, Lisa was close behind her. She grabbed the front door handle but Lisa rounded the corner and she couldn't make it across the barren yard before Lisa had caught up enough to shoot. So, she swiveled on her heels and pulled Ben in tow as she raced up the stairs. The first room in view was the bedroom and she took no break in running for it. "What's going on?"

"Shhh!" Elizabeth tensed pulling Ben into the adjacent bathroom which had another exit. She clicked the lock behind her and panted from adrenaline.

"Is this one of those things that Dean killed last time?"

"Not the exact same thing, but yeah."

"What happened to my mom?"

"It is controlling her so it is not your mom doing this." Ben gave her a stare of relief and raw fright. He swallowed by his dry throat and ran his hand through his hair. "Don't worry I'm going to get you out of this."

"What about you?" Ben questioned worriedly, she had no time to answer. Lisa fired a bullet into a lock and stomped closer to the thin door. Elizabeth grabbed Ben and ran through the other exit into the hallway. The lights were dim and she stumbled slightly down the stairs. She crept closer to the front door, Ben's fingers tightly wound in hers. The door was only a few feet away and then she heard one step. Before she could even twist around everything went black.

Ben stared up at his mother who held a heated gun with crimson on its handle. She smirked devilishly and glanced over at him. The smirk faltered for a second but regained its footing, her eyes were a burnt green. He ran through the front door searching frantically for help and she didn't follow. No there was only one thing on her mind, blocking out all worry or concern even humanity. She had to get rid of this jealousy and killing Elizabeth was the only way.

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As the impala rounded the corner Dean could see Ben running frantically from the house. Sam stopped the car and both brothers leaped out. They pounded the pavement as they raced to the dark house.

"Stay here." Dean instructed to Ben before galloping up the porch and swinging he door open. Elizabeth lay on the floor completely unconscious with Lisa over her, a vicious glint in her eyes as she trained the gun her. Dean threw himself forward and tackled Lisa, sending her to the ground with a large thump. Sam ran over to Elizabeth and checked to see if she was breathing.

"She's alright Dean." Sam called relief flooding him. Dean stood up from his position on the floor where Lisa lay unconscious. He rolled Elizabeth over and lightly tapped her cheek, worry drained from his system as her eyes flickered open and she stared up at him.

"Hello, sleeping beauty." Dean said in between his widest grin and matching of their lips. He grabbed one arm to pull her to her feet and Sam took the other. Nobody saw the woman getting up from the ground, or the shining metal she held up. No, none of three realized what had happened until the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground rung through the air.