"Dean… it's been two fucking months," Lizzy says while rubbing her forehead. She looks out over the parking lot of their current motel as she stands by the Mustang, leaning against it. It's hot out, very hot in early September, and she's frustrated as all hell. "We haven't seen you in two months. It has to be safe by now for one day. Just one day…."
"You don't know what we've been dealing with," Dean rebuts from his end as he stands in his own motel lot over a thousand miles away at a location he'll never give her. He's had enough run-ins with Leviathan since they last saw each other to know they can't be together, not now. "They're still after us for sure…."
"And you think it's not safe, I get that… but I don't give a shit anymore," Lizzy admits easily, having thought about this enough. "We can't let them do this to us."
"I don't see a choice here," he tells her. "If I come see you and trail them right to you and Sammy… if anything happens to either of you…."
"Stop," Lizzy sighs and shakes her head, sitting onto the back trunk of the Mustang. "Just stop. I can't listen to more reasoning and explaining why this is a bad idea and why it would be all your fault if something goes wrong. I know it isn't the smartest… but our son needs to see his father. And I need to see my husband."
"I won't risk your life like that…."
"He started crawling," Lizzy blurts out and swallows hard as her eyes fill up with sadness.
Dean turns slowly to face his own car, leaning his elbows onto the roof and hanging his head with the information. With closed eyes he asks, "He did?"
"Yes," she says, clearing her throat to get rid of the obvious upset in her tone. "Yeah, he uh… he just got up on all fours this morning and made a bee-line for Louie while she was sitting on the floor playing with him. He only face planted once. She took a video but was too afraid to send it to you. She didn't want to piss you off because you were here to see it."
Jaw clenched, Dean nods with total frustration. He's missing everything.
"I'm scared that he's gonna forget you," Lizzy finally admits. "He's growing up so fucking fast and he never sees you. He's young. He's impressionable. And if he doesn't have you around to learn and remind him… Dean, he's not gonna remember you. You'll be a stranger to him."
"Why are you saying this to me!?" Dean fires out with pure anger.
"Because I have to!" Lizzy yells at him, her own anger and pent up fears spilling out quickly now. "I have to make you see what's happening here! You think you're doing the right thing but I'm not so sure anymore!"
"I am!" he yells right back at her. "I'm doing the only thing I can see to do here and it's fucking killing me! You think this is easy for me?"
"You think this is easy for me!?" she counters. "I'm a single mother right now!"
"That's low!" Dean tells her with pure anger for saying such a thing.
"It's the truth! I hate it but it's true! I'm a single parent, on my own, and you're out there…. Fuck!" Lizzy goes silent for a moment as the tears finally start to fall. "I hate this."
And when he hears the surefire sounds of her crying he slows his roll.
"Dean, I fucking hate this," Lizzy lets it all out. "Look at what this is doing to us! We're falling apart! Us!"
"We're not falling apart," Dean immediately denies, never willing to see something like that happen to them even if it was happening. He's good at turning a blind eye when he wants to. "We're too strong for that."
"I used to think that was true," Lizzy tells him honestly.
"Used to?" he asks with shock at her words.
"Used to."
His brain churns with fear. "What are you, giving up on us? Over a couple months?"
"No! I'm not giving up. I just… I'm lost," she explains. "I'm lost right now. Without you here, without my whole family here, I'm just… lost."
Dean sighs heavily. "You gotta hang in there, L."
"You keep saying that," she calls him out immediately. "But how many more times are you gonna say that before it becomes white noise? I'm hanging in, I am… but this constant running, always fearful, always sad life isn't working. All we do is argue and fight and hurt each other whenever we actually get to talk… whatever this situation is, it's not working."
Dean hears what she says and his heart aches. "What do you want me to do about that? What are you saying here?"
"I'm saying we have to find another way. I'm saying I can't keep this long distance, bullshit situation those Leviathan have put us in going. I can't live like this."
"You don't have a choice," Dean denies her right away.
Lizzy wipes her eyes with her free hand. "Not if you aren't willing to try and give me another one, then, no. I don't."
"Damn it, L," Dean fights his pure fury with her. "You act like you're the only one suffering here. You think I like waking up every day wondering where the hell my family is? You think I'm ok with missing every fucking milestone in my son's life? And constantly getting an angry wife in my ear when all I want to do is talk to her when I miss her?"
"No. No, I don't think you like any of this either," Lizzy tells him honestly. "I just think nothing is ever gonna change. I think the Leviathan are winning right now because we're both miserable and I think that if it takes your whole life to deal with those pieces of shit then… we'll never see you again."
"I'm doing my best here!" Dean goes right back into yelling as he can hear the motel door to their room open behind him.
"Are you?" she challenges, just desperate enough to push him further.
"Of course I am! How could you think I'm not!? I want nothing more than to come home but I fucking can't!"
"I'm not even asking for you to come home anymore! I just want a fucking day!" Lizzy returns angrily with. "I know you're never coming home for good. I can see that now!"
"What does that mean!?"
"You'd rather hunt than give me one day with you, than give Sammy one day to remember who the fuck you are!"
"I will not have Sammy's blood on my hands!"
"No, but you will have him grow up with one parent just like you did!" Lizzy shouts back, both people letting their total anger rule their better judgment, causing one of their few and far between conversations fall apart. "How did that work out for you and Sam? Good? Because I'm about ten seconds away from calling you John from now on!"
Dean gives up right then and there. That was one comment said out of anger too many and he gives the hell up on her. With every ounce of strength his tired form has left in it he winds up and with a shout of pure fury he hums his phone at the brick wall of the motel, shattering it to pieces instantly.
Sam looks at him with wide eyes, shocked by the moment he just stepped into by opening their motel room door. He knew that things between his brother and Lizzy had been bad lately within the terrible situation they've found but he didn't know it'd gotten that bad.
"Dean?" Sam asks, looking to find out what happened. His brother ignores him and stalks with balled fists into the motel room open door. "What…?"
The first sound of crashing pottery, a lamp Sam thinks, can be heard immediately and Sam knows better than to try and stop him. Dean's going to need his moment to rage out as he always does when this furious.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean's voice shouts loudly and Sam watches as an arm swipes the table clear of all his research. "Fuck!"
Sam pulls out his smartphone and looks up motels in the area, ready to pack up when Dean's done and ditch out. The mess won't be worth explaining and he's going to need to let Dean drive around after this one.
"Lizard, oh my God!" Lou nearly shouts with excitement when she walks out to the parking lot. Sammy sitting on her hip. "You missed it! I got him to crawl across the entire room to me! It took like two seconds too. He's fast and we're so screwed…."
She stops in her tracks when she can see Lizzy's hunched over back nearly convulsing as she sitting on the trunk of her car.
"Lizzy?" Lou calls out to her and rushes to her side. "What the hell?"
Lizzy doesn't answer. Instead she just keeps holding her face in her hands, sobbing so hard it sounds near panic level.
"Shit. Lizard, what the hell happened?" Lou asks, pulling a hand away from her best friend's face to look at her. "I thought you were calling Dean?"
"I… did…" she answers with hiccupping breaths and keeps right on crying.
"So what's the problem?"
"Everything," Lizzy tells her and her gut-wrenching cries of pure loss nearly kill Lou.
"Oh, honey," Lou calmly says, knowing the road for Lizzy and Dean has been hard enough the past few months, and she moves in. She wraps her free arm around her sister and pulls her tight, Lizzy's arms around her neck instantly. With how hard she hugs Lou knows it isn't good. "It's gonna be ok, Lizzy. It will."
"I don't think so," Lizzy responds with the feeling growing in her soul.
"It always works out," Lou assures.
"Louie…."
And Lizzy loses the battle with her sadness. She just sits there, gripping tight to the one person by her side right now and sobs out her fears, anger, and utter misery. She'll explain later.
"Alright, what the hell happened back there?" Sam finally asks after a half hour of aimless driving. Dean's been a vault. His silence speaks volumes of whatever just happened while on the phone with Lizzy and Sam hates to think it but he saw it coming. They've been short with each other for a few weeks, each day apart making the agitation worse. Lou's noticed it too.
"Nothing," Dean goes into default with his one word, denial-filled answer.
"And that's why our motel room needed to get thrashed, right?" Sam challenges right away, getting a very pissed glance out of the corner of Dean's eye in return. "Look, man, you've been on edge for weeks. I get it but… you're making me worry."
"Don't worry about me," Dean says succinctly.
"Don't worry, he says," Sam comments with disbelief.
"Shut up, Sam. I can handle this."
"Clearly, you can't," Sam points out. "Now what the fuck happened?"
Deep breath taken, Dean looks at Sam for a split second before focusing on the road. "L's pissed."
"She has every right to be."
"But she had no right to say the things she said to me," Dean turns it around.
And Sam's taken aback by this. "What'd she say?"
"Doesn't matter." Even now he doesn't want to bad mouth his girl in any way.
"It does," he responds, seeing how affected Dean is. "What'd she say?"
"She thinks Sammy's gonna forget me," Dean explains. "She thinks that Sammy's forgetting that I'm his father."
Sam nods, slowly. "Ok…."
"Ok!?" Dean gets upset again. "Why the hell would she say that shit to me!?"
"Because it's a legitimate fear," Sam says.
"My own kid isn't gonna forget who I am!"
"Babies learn by familiarizing themselves with their surroundings," Sam calmly explains how it works. "You haven't been a part of Sammy surroundings lately. If you're not there… then I get it. I can see how Lizzy's thinking on this one, is all."
Dean reacts by visibly getting angry all over again.
"Don't get mad at her for that. You're both stressed…."
"She also said we're falling apart."
"What does that mean?" Sam asks with confusion.
"It means she thinks that we're falling apart. The two of us."
"You and Lizzy?" Sam questions with a smile and clear disbelief. "That can't happen." He scoffs at the idea.
"Yeah…." Dean doesn't say anything else because he's not sure what to follow it up with.
Sam hears the worry from him. "You don't agree with her, do you?"
"I don't know."
"Come one, man. I mean, how could that ever happen? You two are the golden standard of ridiculously strong relationships. You're friggin' soul mates for fucks sake."
"We've done nothing but bicker and fight for weeks," Dean admits. "The way we parted… she was so depressed. And ever since we haven't been able to get along. Every fucking time we talk it's another moment to get mad at each other or just… it's not like it used to be."
Sam wrinkles his brow and thinks about what Dean is telling him. "Every relationship changes over time…."
"Ours doesn't," he denies immediately.
"Well maybe that's the problem. You think you're different than everyone else. But soul mates or not… you're still just a couple of people that go through ups and downs like the rest of us. I mean, look at Lou and me. We fight. Hell we disagree all the damn time… but we work through it."
"She said Sammy's gonna be like us," Dean interrupts to further explain. "She said she feels like a single mom and Sammy's gonna be like you and me because I won't see them. And it's all my fault."
Sam goes completely silent with that one as he mulls over her words. How could she? She knows the pain and disaster both brothers grew up in. She knows what it did to them and that it's the last thing Dean would ever do to his own son. "She really said that?"
"She really said that," Dean confirms.
"She wouldn't," Sam denies because he has to. Lizzy's never done or said anything that hurtful to him in his entire life. It's hard to picture.
"She also said she was gonna start calling me John. L went for the jugular this time," Dean tells his brother, his voice just plain sad now. "I know you don't think she has it in her but she does. She can be that bitchy."
"Damn," Sam awes, thinking of how low Lizzy just went with insulting Dean.
The car goes silent aside from the radio softly playing. 'Helpless' plays quietly and Dean sighs. He remembers years back when he heard this song in Lou's Mustang while Lizzy was watching it after her death. She sat in his lap and looked in his eyes, professed her love for him, and promised she'd never leave him. Deep in his heart he knows she meant it but like Sam said, times and relationships change.
"Maybe we're not as strong as we thought," Dean says in such a low volume Sam almost missed it.
"That's bullshit," his brother quickly declares.
"Is it? Wasn't the whole point of L and me being together to create Sammy? He's here. He's been created and now… I just think we might not have what we used to have anymore."
"You think that just because the angels got what they set out for that your bond is gone?" Sam questions.
Dean doesn't answer.
"Knock it off, man. Lizzy fucked up with what she said to you but that doesn't mean anything. She's in a terrible position with everything happening, you both are. Who wouldn't be at odds with each other if put in your shoes?"
"I hope that's all it is," Dean admits with fear.
"Would you ever leave her?" Sam asks, looking right at Dean.
"God, no."
"Then you're fine. She feels that same way, I know it. Everyone that's ever met you two knows it. We just have to figure this whole thing out and get everyone back together. You'll see, man. We'll figure it out."
Dean nods but doesn't feel the reassurance his little brother tries so hard to give him. Instead he turns up the volume on the radio and drives on, letting Baby do her best to make it better.
"You ready to talk yet?" Lou questions as she and Lizzy are cuddled up on one of their motel beds, Lou with Lizzy's head in her lap and Lizzy curled up on her side.
"Yeah, I've had enough chocolate for that," Lizzy admits, pushing the half empty, large box of chocolates Lou got her when she saw the melt down over a boy happening. The little black wrappers litter the comforter and her stomach aches a little but it was worth it.
"What the hell happened on the phone with Dean?" Lou questions, combing her fingers through Lizzy's long, deep brown hair.
"We fought… again."
"That's been happening a lot lately." With a wrinkled expression of sheer concern, Lou looks down at Lizzy and waits for her response.
"Well aware," Lizzy sighs, knowing Lou had to have noticed.
"What about this time?"
"Same old shit, new day," Lizzy says glancing at the playpen with her sleeping son in it. "This whole thing is getting old."
"And it's not about to change anytime soon so get comfy," Lou keeps it cold and factual. Sometimes her sister needs that and harsh realities are always easier coming from her best friend for some reason.
"I can't," Lizzy admits how weak she is. "I miss him too much to get comfortable with this."
"I know you do," Lou answers back, having seen it every day. It reminds her of when Dean ditched Lizzy for a year… but this time Dean has the right idea instead of being a jackass. This time Dean's more justified than before.
"But it isn't just about me," Lizzy keeps going. "I'm worried about Sammy."
"How so?"
"He doesn't know his own father… and he might never at this point."
"Never? You're being dramatic," Lou calls her out.
"I want Dean around. I want my son to have his fucking father. How is that a bad thing?"
"I'm not saying it's a bad thing…."
"And he won't see us," Lizzy keeps going. "He refuses to meet up for even a day right now, even an hour. Says it's too risky."
"Can you blame him?"
"No… but I still do," Lizzy admits her shortcomings. "I blame him completely. As much as I get it I just can't deal with it. I was not meant to live like this."
"I doubt Dean was either. I don't think he likes it all that much himself," Lou defends the man not there.
"But not even one day?" Lizzy asks and turns her head to angle it up at Lou.
Lou shrugs, not really sure what to say. She's with Dean on this one and it's easy to be since she isn't the one in love with him. She can look at this objectively unlike the woman needing comfort from her that's simply broken by the circumstances surrounding her.
"Don't you miss Sam?" Lizzy turns it around.
"Every fucking day," Lou admits very quickly. "Every second. But I'm used to it. I did a four year tour of duty like this. What's a few more months at this point?"
"Yeah…."
"And we don't have a kid together." Lou sighs, knowing that child makes all the difference in the world with their situation. If she and Sam had a child maybe she'd be just as upset and just as much of a mess as her sister is right now.
"Poor kid," Lizzy says, looking back over at Sammy. "No home, no regularity… no daddy…."
"He has a dad," Lou fires out, upset with that statement.
"Doesn't feel like it," Lizzy responds sadly and Lou gets angry.
"Bitch, that man is fighting his ass off out there to keep the monsters away from him. He's a great dad."
"Oh, I know that… but Sammy doesn't. I can't explain that to him. He doesn't even know his dad right now. He deserves to have his amazing dad by his side."
"And he will. You know that the second it's all clear out there that Dean'll be running back to you guys in the blink of an eye. Just… not right now. He can't yet," Lou explains. "Lizard, I know this is tough. I know. But give Dean a little slack."
"And where's my slack?" Lizzy turns it around.
"Oh, toughen up," Lou brushes off her words.
"I… fuck, I feel like I'm going through a break up or something," Lizzy explains her biggest troubles. "Every time we speak it's a God damned fight. We don't hear each other anymore. We just disagree and let the stress of everything fuck with us and every time I actually do talk to him the once a week I'm allowed… I get off the phone feeling worse than before I heard his voice."
"Well… that's just not good," Lou fears, knowing how unhealthy that description is. "Like, at all."
"I know," Lizzy's eyes well up. "I just love him so much but… I don't know."
"You don't know what?"
"I don't know what's happening to us. All this stress and separation… all this insane pressure on us… I feel like we aren't making it through this in the long run."
"Don't say that," Lou's harsh voice returns.
"I'm terrified every day and the thing that scares me the most isn't the Leviathan on our asses. It's the idea of losing him. I think I'm losing him…." Lizzy starts to fall apart again.
"Knock it off," Lou gets angry and smacks her friend in the arm. "What the fuck, Lizzy!? There's no fucking way you believe that crap."
Lizzy shakes her head and looks away.
"You're being stupid," Lou says and gets up off the bed, dropping Lizzy's head. "I'm not gonna listen to this bullshit."
"It's not bullshit…."
"It is," Lou declares with fire as she eyes her sister.
"It's not!" Lizzy fights right back as she sits up and looks right at her best friend about to give her a big dose of reality. "It's been bad for months now. We have a couple seconds of good, like Ocean City… but then it disappears through fights and anger. This isn't right. This isn't us."
"So suck it up!" Lou pushes right back. "You two have had it easy. Ever since he came back to you you've never had to fight for your relationship and the first time you do you're sounding like you're giving up."
"I'm scared," Lizzy says, her voice young small and frightened. Lou's stomach drops at that, always hating when Lizzy would show her vulnerable side like that.
"Dean would never stop loving you. You know that's the truth and as long as you have that you're fine. You two are not gonna fall apart."
"Louie, I…."
"You nothing! I don't want to hear this shit from you!" Lou yells and heads the bathroom, giving up. "You and Dean aren't gonna break up!"
Lou slams the door behind her and stands there for a second, breathing deeply. She didn't expect to get so pissed off at her sister when her sister clearly needed her support but she couldn't hear that terrible doubt.
It hurt. It was ugly and sad and… it made her fearful.
If Dean and Lizzy don't make it then what the hell chance does any other relationship out there stand? What are the chances that Sam and she could weather what two people like Dean and Lizzy couldn't? What does this say about her own relationship?
Her rambling thoughts cease when she can hear a knock on their motel door. Lou stills herself and listens carefully, the timing odd. Late afternoon visitors aren't normal for them, especially when they always request no housekeeping services everywhere they go.
She hears Lizzy ask who it is. She misses the response but when her sister clearly opens the door she assumes all is fine. Letting out a breath to relax, Lou backs away from the door and sits on the closed toilet seat. They've been on high alert every second of every day for so long that she's overreacting about a simple knock on the door. Jesus, they need to catch a break somewhere….
Get the fuck away from him.
And the high alert is back after hearing Lizzy's voice.
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"Aw, he's so cute," the housekeeper says while looking intothe playpen, her gray uniform with name tag stating Maria not helping to hide the fact that she's not so much human as monster. "Mm, he can be my dessert after I eat my main course." She then eyes Lizzy in a way to make sure she understands who her main course is.
"I'm only going to say this one more time," Lizzy warns as she slowly walks towards the now shut front door of the motel room. "Get. The fuck. Away. From him."
The Leviathan peers at Lizzy with surprise. "Ballsy. I can see how you'd be related to Lou."
Lizzy just stares at the monster with surprise.
"Oh, we know all about you two," she casually explains with a swipe of her hand. "Lou and I go way back… to Purgatory, actually. And when we all got set free imagine our surprise that she did too… and she has a sister… that's married to a guy at the top of Dick's hit list."
Swallowing hard, Lizzy silently starts to pray that Lou can hear everything happening. She could really use the back up.
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Lou stands by the bathroom door again, listening. As she does her mind flashed back to when she first heard that voice. It isn't the tone but the inflection, the way the words are said, that make her remember.
The sepia tones of the never-ending forest she was locked in for years fill her vision. She can see it, the Leviathan in front of her the same one that she can hear in the motel room, she knows it.
The same leviathan that had Benny cornered, pinned to a tree and mouth wide as it prepared to down one of the only trusted allies she's managed to find herself in this cesspool.
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"How did you find us?" Lizzy keeps Maria the Monster occupied, stalling for time as she can just see the doorknob of the bathroom slowly and silently turn behind her.
"Getting sloppy, Lizzy," Maria tisks and wags a finger at her. "You and Lou should have really changed the license plate on that car out front. Now… where's that husband of yours."
"I don't know."
"Come on…."
"I don't!" Lizzy repeats. "We don't tell each other where we are because we don't want you ass-fucks using us against each other."
"Smart. Frustrating but very smart," Maria says, stepping closer to Lizzy. Lizzy then backs up a step, closer to the weapons bag by the front door. "But I bet I could figure it out after I kill you and take your phone."
With a serious stare down, Lizzy takes her phone from her pocket and, knowing she just hours ago talked to Dean and could easily give his location up with the Leviathan gets it, she spikes it onto the ground and stomps on it. "Find him now, bitch," she says, making a show out of destroying the phone as the bathroom door opens.
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Lou stalks up to her prey, the leviathan ready to kill and eat her friend, and she pulls out her self-made weapon of sharpened stone and thick, wooden handle.
The fear she feels is trumped by her anger. The fucking leviathan always attacking, eating everything they can, they're the reason Purgatory is the harsh, evil mess that it is.
She skulks up close, right behind the damn thing, and pulls back… ready to swing.
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"Pissing off the monster in the room your son is in just to cover Dean's ass… you must actually love him," Maria comments with a smile of evil excitement.
"You have no idea," Lizzy fires out and quickly bends down to the luckily unzipped weapons bag. She snatches up a machete and tosses it quickly across the room handle first.
Before the Leviathan can turn around Lou catches the large knife and swipes it easily through the air. She severs Maria's neck cleanly and her body and head fall separately to the ground.
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As the head falls and thunks to the leave covered ground of the forest, Lou sighs heavily.
"Nice work," Benny huff out with a laughs of absolute relief and thanks. "You know how to show up at the nick a' time awful well."
But Lou barely heard him. After three years of this shit she's had it. She's angry, and fired up, and simply seeing red. She stands over the body with pure anger, her hand holding her weapon shaking.
"We need to tuck tail, darlin'," Benny says and tried to reach out for her but she ignores him to instead bring her weapon overhead, ready to bring it down hard.
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Lizzy lets out one sigh of relief. "Holy shit. That was way too fucking close."
Lou doesn't respond, locking in her mind. She's in the past. She's in Purgatory.
"Alright, we gotta go," Lizzy says, running for Sammy as Lou's arms raise high.
Without warning she starts hacking away, striking the decapitated Leviathan body several time. She swings over and over, black goo splattering as she works without thinking. She's just so angry over everything.
"Lou!" She hears her name being called but it sounds like Benny. Instead of stop to see how reality isn't exactly as clear as it should be right now she keeps going.
"Louie! Stop!" Lizzy calls out, Sammy in her arms as she tries to shield him from the flying mess in the room. "Lou! Please!"
When a hand clamps down on her arm Lou whips her head around, seeing trees all around and Benny staring at her for a moment.
"Are you alright?" he asks her.
Her mind is a mess, the image flashing out to reveal it being Lizzy holding Sammy on her hip in their motel room. She blinks a few times, dropping the machete to the floor and letting the actual reality around her seep in. She's not in Purgatory. She's not. She's back in the real world, with Lizzy.
"Uh, yeah," she nods slowly. "I'm here. Shit." She rubs her eyes. "Shit."
"Let's just get the hell outta here," Lou says quickly, packing everything she can find. Lou gets to work also, taking a separate canvas bag to stow the Levi head in and take with them until they can find a place to dump it.
"Are you sure you're ok?" Lizzy has to ask, looking around and realizing the black-goo mess they just made. Or rather, Lou just made.
"I'm fine enough, let's just go. I'll call Sam from the road," Lou says, knowing Lizzy's phone isn't working.
"Don't tell them where we're going," Lizzy reminds her.
"I don't even know where we're going. But they need to know about this."
"I agree," Lizzy responds, shoving clothing into a bag while eyeing her with worry.
"And… we gotta go deeper from now on if we're gonna keep him safe," Lou says, nodding to the now awake Sammy.
Lizzy just closes her eyes for a split second before continuing on, the fright in her heart growing even stronger.
"What!?" Sam nearly shouts into the phone, making Dean look at him with concern from the driver's side of his current stolen shitbox. "How did it find you!?"
"What the hell's going on!?" Dean pries with need but Sam waves him off for now.
"Damn it! You need to park that thing now," Sam warns, the face he makes being the one that Dean always recognizes as pure fear. Sam rarely gets that face. "I'll text you the address the Impala's at as soon as we're done talking and you ditch your phone right away…. It's safe. Leave it there…. Dean trusts it with his car. You can trust it…. Yes! It's safe, I swear."
"What the fuck, Sam!?" Dean fires out, not able to handle being in the dark right now with the sound of Lou having to park the Mustang.
The younger brother holds up an index finger and keeps focusing on Lou. "Is everyone ok? Anyone hurt?"
Dean's heart races as he waits for an answer. Sam shakes his head no, no one got hurt, and they both relax a little.
"Good. That's what matters most."
Feeling the panic coming at him steadily, growing by the second with how bad this conversation sounds from his end, Dean grabs the wheel of the barely running car he hotwired hours ago and tries to keep himself calm enough to drive.
"Fuck… I know, I know. You guys are doing everything you can. We know that…. Well it was a good thing you had their backs then," Sam says with a slight smile of pure pride in her, one that drops quickly. "You're still having that problem? Jesus…. Yeah, I mean, it worked out but what if… just please watch yourself and if you need help say something….. Just get somewhere far, far away from, uh, wherever the hell you just were. I'm talking six states at least."
Dean nods his head in agreement without knowing he did it.
"Seriously? You're willing to do that?" Sam asks with true shock. "Damn. No, I mean, I get it. I do…. I just never thought you'd do such a thing. You're a blonde. Always have been…. Oh Jesus. She's got to be pissed…. That's true. She'll do anything for that kid."
Sam glances at Dean and can see the impatient look all over his face. He's dying to know what's going on.
"Lou, I'm sorry, but Dean's dying to know what's going on. I can't keep him in the dark much longer and you need to get rid of that phone. I gotta go," Sam tells her. "I know you do. I miss you too."
Dean doesn't miss the sad smile on Sam's face.
"Uh, you keep watching them for Dean, alright?" he half laughs to cover his sorrow for her and for their situation. "Keep them safe…. I love you…. Yeah, yeah, I'm a girl. Shut up."
Sam ends the call and instead of talking he immediately starts typing.
"The fuck is happening!?" Dean bursts out, looking back and forth between the road and his brother.
"Hold on," Sam snaps back and finishes typing out the text message. As soon as he sends Lou the address to bring her Mustang to for storage he rolls down the window and tosses out his phone. "Alright. So, don't freak out, but… a leviathan caught up to the girls."
"What!?" Dean freaks out instantly.
"Everyone is fine. No one's hurt, ok?" Sam immediately damage controls.
"What happened?"
"It tracked them to their motel using Lou's license plate."
"Shit!"
"But they're on their way to park the Mustang with the Impala. It'll be safer for them now."
"It won't be good enough," Dean says, sure of it. "They'll find them again."
"Not if they really do what Lou says they're gonna do," Sam smirks and shakes his head.
"What's their plan?"
"Well, first the car. They ditch it. Then they're gonna get cash advances on all their current bunk credit cards."
"I told L not to use credit anywhere…."
"They'd run out of money on hand recently. Don't get pissed. They needed a roof over their heads and their cash ran out."
Dean just sighs with worry.
"And it won't happen again so relax. They'll figure it out. Lou mentioned an old account for emergencies she set up years back so they might try and tap that remotely with Frank's help."
"Ok, good," Dean nods. "That sounds ok.
"And finally… they've decided to go deep," Sam says, cocking an eyebrow at Dean.
"Meaning?" Dean questions.
"Makeovers," Sam says simply. "Lou's becoming a red head and Lizzy's going blonde."
Dean's eyes nearly bug out of his head. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, man. I know."
"Lizzy agreed to that!?" Dean tries again, knowing that she's always been against being a blonde. She's had her hair dyed every color under the sun but she is highly against being a blonde. She says it's just not her.
"She didn't have much of a choice from what I heard. Lou's getting on it hard so be prepared for a pissed off and blonde Lizzy whenever we actually get to see them next."
Dean nods, slowly, picturing it in his head. His lean yet curvy girl, her arm covered in ink and her beautiful chestnut-brown eyes, her perfectly shaped ass and… her long, bright blonde locks. No, she wouldn't look good that way. She'd look great.
"Huh," Dean hums to himself as he drives.
"Yeah, uh… I know what you're doing and… stop," Sam asks awkwardly, knowing when Dean's mind is edging towards some far too sex-fueled thoughts.
"Shut up," Dean bites back and keeps driving. "She probably looks hot as hell though, right?"
"Dean," Sam gets annoyed.
"You're lame."
"No, I'm not," Sam rebuts. "Trust me. It's just… you forget she's like my sister."
"But she's not."
"And I don't talk about Lou like that."
"Who said I'd mind if you did?" Dean counters quickly.
Sam closes his eyes for a second. "Just… get us to Jersey without messing up your boxers, ok?"