"No coffee for you?" Dean questions once the small town diner waitress walks away from them with their orders.
"Nah," Lizzy simply answers, sticking to one word.
"You always have coffee," Dean points out, looking at her sitting next to him with surprise.
"I just figured… no caffeine. Not supposed to…" she says to him, feeling awkward that she's trying to keep the illegitimate child inside her healthy even if it's not human. Instincts are a real son of a bitch sometimes and she can't help herself.
Looking at her, not sure how to take the comment, Dean just nods. He gets why she'd be cautious… but doesn't get it at all at the very same time.
"You know we could always just find a clinic around here," Sam speaks up nonchalantly, seeing the rift between Dean and Lizzy within the situation and thinking it as being very unnecessary. "You could just take care of it and pretend it never happened." He shrugs while looking at Lizzy.
Lizzy and Dean both stare at him for a moment, blank faces as they consider the notion.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," Lizzy says quietly, unsure of where Dean stands on this one himself.
"I agree," Dean says while picking up his mug of black coffee from the Formica tabletop. "What if the incubus gets pissed and comes after L for getting rid of its kid? Those things are nasty and evil enough. I don't want to piss it off before we find a way to kill it."
"Ok. Makes sense to me," Sam nods. "So, kill the incubus first, abortion second. Sounds like a plan."
Lizzy scrunches her face with the cold manner Sam lets out his assumption that she'll end the pregnancy. It felt odd to hear and uncomfortable to see.
"What's the face about," Dean nudges his head to her, wanting to know why she's so upset. Sam definitely could have used a little more decorum in the way he speaks of this new plan but it's a considerable one at least.
She shakes her head no at first, not sure how to answer. She just knew that the sound of that word was just awful for her to hear.
"L, it's ok. What is it?" Dean tries again.
"This thing… this baby, it's half monster, yeah, but… it's still half human too," she speaks her mind with her heart racing a mile a minute. "It's half of me, actually." She looks up from the table to see Dean's concerned face. "I know this must suck for you, knowing that you aren't technically a part of this, and I'm sorry for that, I really am, but… I don't know what to do. That word… abortion… just sounds so terrible."
"You can't raise a half monster," Sam butts in. "It's as simple as that."
"But it's still me. It's still half human me. How do I give up on that?"
No one answers the question since no one knows how to. Neither men have considered that as they both looked at the baby as simply evil. They focused on the bad but forgot about the good.
The waitress returns a few minutes later and distributes their plates accordingly.
"Uh," Lizzy makes a sound of disgust when her plate of eggs, homes fries, and toast are put in front of her. The smell of scrambled eggs fills her nose. "Ew."
"What's up?" Dean asks her with a mouthful of bacon.
"I can't..." she starts but puts a hand over her mouth for a moment. "Move."
She pushes Dean hard with emergency.
"Ok, I'm moving," Dean says to her as he gets up as fast as he can. She shoves past him and runs down the diner to the bathroom and disappears. "Shit."
"I'm guessing that's what morning sickness looks like," Sam comments with a bite of oatmeal.
"Yeah," Dean answers sadly. He sits again and with a heavy sigh he takes her plate. He puts the wheat toast on a napkin for her and places the rest of what's on the plate on the edge of the table for the waitress to take so she won't be near it anymore.
Dean picks up his fork and stops. He's lost his appetite. This whole thing sucks so hard that he doesn't know what to do with himself. For once eating isn't going to comfort him at all, even if it's his favorite breakfast food tempting him on the plate.
Sam watches his brother drop his fork heavily and sit back.
"You ok, man?"
"No," Dean says louder than he meant to. "No, I'm not. This whole thing is jacked up."
"We'll figure it out," Sam all but promises him. "It'll be ok."
"I don't see a way to make this better," Dean tells him, knowing he should be too angry with Sam to even talk to him but instead he's too defeated to not. "Sammy, I'm starting to think there's no answer here."
"Don't worry about it so much," Sam tries again. "We'll take care of it. She'll come around."
"If she doesn't come around I'll understand," Dean tells Sam and he would honestly understand. It is partially her in there. "I guess if she wants it I'll have to figure out what to… but what the hell do I do with that?" He rubs his hands over his face with the stress of it all.
Sam shrugs as he doesn't have an answer for him just yet. His instant answer would be to make the baby a hunter with extreme advantage. Samuel's idea for the baby shifter didn't suck all that much in his eyes. Seemed almost like hunter common sense. He doesn't say these thoughts, however, knowing how much Dean wouldn't appreciate it in the moment.
As much as Dean would actually like to talk this one through with Sam right now, even if he's sure he'd hate Sam's opinion of the issue at hand, he shuts his mouth when he sees Lizzy leaving the bathroom.
When she sits back down she looks at the toast in front of her. She turns to Dean and says, "Thanks, Hot Shot."
"No problem," he says right back.
Lizzy notices that Dean has a full plate of food that he isn't eating but she decides to keep quiet. This whole thing must be hell for him and with her admittance that she's afraid to end the pregnancy at all he has to be confused and hurt. So, she tries to eat her wheat toast through her nausea and holds off for now.
It's been a long while that things have felt so awkward between the two of them. She doesn't like it one bit.
"Still feeling sick?" Dean asks quietly from his seat at the rectangle college library table when Lizzy sits back down across from him. It's just the two of them as Sam insisted on checking in with Janelle after not seeing her the day before. They haven't spoken much since arriving, limiting most conversation to discussing the research they come across.
"As a fucking dog," she complains heavily, plopping into her wooden chair with relief that it's over. "Puking my guts out. This is just a regular trip to Disney World… just like last time."
Dean keeps quiet. Last time. He hates to think about last time when Lizzy was pregnant. She lost the baby only a couple short weeks in but she said she'd been having morning sickness for a little while. God, what is with her?
"What's with my uterus, anyways?" Lizzy asks in a harsh, angry tone that's still hushed as she's in a library. "A fucking miscarriage and now this!? What the hell, man?"
"I was just thinking the same thing," Dean admits, taking the pen cap out of his mouth and looking to her. "How many punches to the baby maker can one chick take… literally speaking?"
"I don't know, but it feels more like a punch to my heart than anything."
Dean watches the sadness play out across her face and it kills him.
"Hey, ah, you've still been taking your pill, right?" Dean questions her, making sure they've covered their bases. "Like, you haven't missed one or anything?"
"No way!" Lizzy very emphatically assures him. "You know how fucked up I was over the miscarriage. I wouldn't let that happen again."
"I figured, but…" Dean trails off a bit, thinking about Cass' words that morning. "What if…. Clearly this incubus can go around birth control."
"Seems like," Lizzy easily agrees with that statement, plenty of interviews with pregnant women backing him up.
"So you're still vulnerable to this thing. But…" Dean sighs. "Are you sure, like really sure, that it's a monster at all?"
Lizzy looks at him funny for a second. "Are you asking if it's maybe yours?"
He shrugs. "Bobby said the tests take a few weeks to show up and you already got a positive just this morning."
"And we don't know how the incubus works when it impregnates someone…"
"That's very true, but I'm just saying…" he shrugs. "Is it possible?"
"No," Lizzy shakes her head. "Dean, as much as I would love for this to have a happy twist to it, it doesn't. I haven't missed a pill. Eight on the dot every night. And… you're just thinking that because you want it to be true."
"But pills aren't one-hundred percent effective," Dean rebuts.
"You think that we are the point-zero-one percent?" Lizzy smirks a bit. "Sweetheart, when have we ever been that lucky? Everything that ever happens to us always happens in the shittiest way possible."
Dean nods and accepts what she tells him. She makes too many good points.
"You look disappointed," Lizzy points out to him.
"No, ah, not disappointed," Dean shakes it off. "It just would have been a better alternative is all."
"It would… but please, that can't happen right now. You're on the road hunting and Sam's… well, he's Sam right now. It's definitely not the time for a family."
"I know it's not," Dean fully agrees… but still….
"And if I told you it was yours, you'd flip the fuck out in a second." She stares at him with a lifted eyebrow, knowing it's true already.
"Oh yeah," Dean agrees, not ready for that with their current situation. He'd preferred the planned method over the shit-your-pant-shock of an unplanned one. "I just don't want to think that a… a monster is in you. Scares me."
She sighs heavily with the confession, her hands dropping palm down onto the large pages of the weathered book she's looking through. "Dean, I am… I'm scared shitless right now."
By the look of her still slightly shaking hands and wrinkled expression, he's well aware of how true that is.
"I know you are," Dean says to her, reaching across the table to place his hand atop one of hers.
"And I fucking hate feeling this vulnerable. It's like my own body is betraying me and how the hell do I fight that!?"
"We're gonna figure this out. Cass is on the job and he looked seriously pissed when we told him…"
"Yeah. You'd think it was him that was preggers."
"Right?" Dean agrees. Castiel's reaction was pretty big. "But we're gonna get this fucker and you're gonna be fine. You know I won't let anything happen to you."
"Too late," Lizzy returns with quickly, angry that this had to happen to her.
That one hurt him to his core. "I'm sorry, L. Damn it. I tried…"
"No, no. I didn't mean that you didn't do your job. You did everything you could." She squeezes his hand reassuringly. "That motel room was packed to the gills with protection. You didn't do a damn thing wrong here."
"Yeah, Sam did," Dean says bitterly with the thought. His brother put her at risk.
"That just doesn't add up to me," Lizzy tells him what she's been mulling over since she woke up to a screaming orgasm. "He would never be that careless."
"Yeah…" he responds absently as he gets ready to drop a possible bomb on her with his horrendous theory about the situation. "Hey, uh… you remember how Sam was totally against us taking that baby shifter in with us a few weeks ago… and he was dead set on bringing it to Samuel?"
"Definitely," she says in an obvious tone.
"I've been thinking," he leans in close as if Sam where near and he wanted to keep the secret between the two of them. "What if he did that knowing the shifter was gonna come after that kid?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean… I think he used the baby as bait to get the shifter back to the compound."
"Shut up," Lizzy says as she immediately goes on the defensive. "No way."
"I'm serious," Dean says very clearly to her. "He wanted that shifter, I could tell. I think he was luring it to Samuel and the rest of the Manson family."
"You think he's cold blooded enough to do that? To use an innocent baby like that?"
"I've seen some cold ass shit from him recently that makes me think that hell yeah he would," Dean answers with conviction. "And that alone has made me wonder about you…"
When he trails off Lizzy narrows her eyes at him and waits. When she only gets a knowing eyebrow lift from him she starts to pick up on his meaning.
"Dean!" she says in a strong warning tone with the accusation he's about to make.
"I wish I wasn't thinking this way, L, but he's making me think this way."
"That's your brother!" she whisper shouts at him. "That's my brother! He would never do that to me."
"I think he'd do that to me if the incubus was into dudes," Dean tells her the truth. "I don't like it and I pray that I'm wrong… but I think Sammy set you up. You were his latest best bet."
"Jesus Christ," Lizzy huffs with shock as she sits back in her seat. Her face falls into not anger but total and utter let down. It hurt so much to hear this theory of Dean's and it leaves a hole in her chest where her hearts been metaphorically ripped out. "Fuck… I, I don't know what to say to that."
"There's nothing to say. I just don't trust the guy," he tells her. "I've had one eye constantly on him every second since I got back into it and it's so much worse than I thought."
"So what do we do about him?"
"Nothing right now," he tells her, picking his pen back up. He taps her open book with it. "Bigger fish."
Lizzy nods and completely agrees but when she tries to get back into her research she just can't. Her mind is still flying with serious concerns and once again her perfect future is looking further and further away every turn her life takes. This hit is a big one.
"What do I do with this baby?" she blurts out to him, Dean peering up at her unprepared. Looking at her face, her expression alone pleading for him to give her an answer to everything, an answer he certainly doesn't have, he sighs. He drops everything once more, folds his hands on the table in front of him and looks right at her.
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to go back in time and erase this whole fucking mess."
"Not an option," Dean tells her. "Think in reality."
"This is reality!?" she asks him with disbelief.
"Touché," he replies, seeing her point. "But seriously, what do you want to do? You… not me."
"I don't know," Lizzy says as she closes her eyes with the heavy decision before her. "I don't know if I have it in me to… get rid… of it… but I'm horrified to keep it. I go back and forth with it in my head and I can't see either of those things working out…."
"Then you don't have to decide now," he reminds her, his voice coming out much calmer than his actual emotions are. "You're allow to sit with this for more than half a day. It's a big one."
"What about you?" Lizzy asks him, almost afraid to know even though it's the one thing she's dying to know. "What do you want?"
He stays quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer this loaded question without upsetting her and without forcing himself to realize how he truly feels about this problem of theirs.
"I want to go back in time and erase this whole fucking mess."
Lizzy just arches an eyebrow at him with his repeating her answer.
"L, I don't know. This whole thing sucks. But I can tell you that what you want matters a whole lot more than what I want. This is about you."
"That's not true," Lizzy immediately denies. "You're my husband, Dean. Your opinion, no matter what it is, is valid and I need to know what you're thinking."
"Ok," Dean says, looking down at the table with shame for how he does honestly feel. "I ah… I don't like it. This kid could be evil or too powerful to raise at all."
"I worry about that too. A lot," she assures him.
"But… more than anything else… L, it's not mine. That kid has nothing to do with me. This isn't what we were planning for…"
"Not even close," Lizzy softly concurs, showing how much she understands him.
"Thinking about it, while it's still fresh… I'm not cool with this. Not at all. It's not mine and that just… it sucks out loud."
Lizzy nods. "If it were up to you only, my opinion not mattering, what would you want me to do here?"
"I…" Dean starts, stopping to swallow and figure out how to say it but he there is no easy way. He's pretty sure what he's about to say makes him a horrible person. "I don't… want you to have it."
Lizzy nods again with nervous energy and she can see how terrible his honesty is making him feel. "Baby, it's ok. You're just saying how you feel and I asked for the truth. I respect that you don't want this. Neither of us signed up for this."
She grabs his hand in both of hers to show him it's ok he feels that way.
"And I needed to know how you felt," she tacks on.
"I'll still do whatever you want. If you want to do this and have this kid I'm there all the way. I'll be in it with you, fifty-fifty."
"I don't doubt that for a second," she says with the hint of a smile. "You know you're the most important thing in my life. I want you happy with me and keeping this kid scares me about what it would do to us. I feel like you'll be holding a grudge against me or be disappointed or spiteful for the rest of our lives. The last thing I want is to put a wedge in between us."
He stares down at their locked lands, at a loss for words. "I could never be spiteful towards you for having too big a heart."
Lizzy does a near comical double take. "If that line isn't in a Nicolas Sparks book already it should be put into the next one he writes."
"Fuck off," Dean bitches as he takes his hands back in disgust with her joke.
"Come on! That was chick flick gold!" Lizzy smiles for the first time all day.
"Even in the most fucked up of situations you still find a way to bust my balls."
"I only bust the balls I love the most," Lizzy smirks a bit, feeling better with the lighter moment.
"Head in the game, Noonan. You wanna get some payback for this then you better start reading," Dean tells her, barely looking up at her as he continues on.
They sit in silence for the rest of the time they're at the library, both still too fearful of the future to speak about it again.
It's an hour later that Lizzy finally sits up a little taller in her seat when she comes across a page in her huge, very old book.
"Hey. Check this shit out," Lizzy says, swiveling the book around for Dean to see up right. He looks away from his own research and moves his sights to the illustration on the worn and weathered page.
"That's an incubus?" Dean wonders while looking at the depiction of a small, black, gargoyle-looking monster standing in a crouch on top of a sleeping woman. "They look like that?"
"Not exactly," Lizzy says with a smirk, remembering that in her personal dream that the incubus looked like a carbon-copy of Dean. "But it isn't about the picture. It's about the poem. Read it."
Pulling the big book closer to his side of the table, Dean takes a minute to read it over.
Borne of those cast down from heaven,
Begat of lust and arrogance,
The scent of the innocent it observers,
Whence the moon doth rise high.
Atop the creamy breast of thine women,
He doth lie with foul intent,
The pleasure he giveth misleading,
The pain he create unfathomable.
Desire his drive and fear his glee,
Conquering prey but a mere thought,
Life he taketh for his own prosperity,
Unless life he choose to make, not steal.
If life he take then life be short,
If life he make then life be fraught,
Only but the tree of life can take the beast asunder,
The blessed cloth needed to make it true.
The Incubus mustn't go ignored,
His terror true and strong,
His presence an omen of most certain death,
Unless it an omen of a long and cursed life.
"Catchy," Dean comments when done before pointing at a specific line. "The tree of life… what's that mean?"
"I have no idea but whatever it is… I think it's our answer to all of this." She smiles slightly with the hint of excitement. "If we can figure this out then maybe we'll get this fucker."
Dean nods while once more taking in the artwork with a slight shudder. That's what his wife had to encounter. No cool.
"Alright," Dean says, looking around both was to see that the coast is clear. He then tears out the page of the very ancient and possibly priceless volume. "Let's ditch."
"I could have gotten a photocopy for you," Lizzy tells him as she starts to pack up their things.
"Eh, would've taken too long," he smirks at her and stands up, the folded page getting shoved into his jacket pocket. "We gotta grab Sam and some dinner. Then we'll get cracking on the tree of life."
As Dean and Sam head into the local Mom and Pop diner to get food for dinner, Lizzy chose to stay in the car. She trusted they knew her well enough to get her something she likes and if she's being honest she's just plain exhausted. Pregnancy sucks ass.
So she sits up tall in the back seat of the Impala, relaxing into the corner where the seat back meets the side door. She doesn't dare lay down. Even if the incubus only visits his baby-mamas once she's still afraid to sleep when not in their protected motel room. Not worth the risk. On top of that she knows full well that an incubus can and will attack wherever it has the chance. Cars included….
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Second interview of the day done, Lizzy heads back to her small SUV where she left Lou. This whole thing has her horribly, frighteningly worried.
This woman she just talked to, who's sick also, had the exact same story as Emily did an hour before. Both interviews were exactly the same. Both have been having weird sex dreams with their ideal men (Will Farrell with dark brown hair for the newest woman. Go figure.) and every time they have one they wake up weaker and more ill than when they fell asleep. This thing seems to be attaching itself to women and then draining them of their life until they die in their sleep.
And it's after Louie. She's not having this.
As Lizzy starts to pull up Bobby's number on her phone she pauses when she opens the driver's door. The sound she's greeted by makes her panic. It's Lou and she's moaning loud and proud all over again.
Looking into the back seat Lizzy peers in just in time to see the struggled breathing start.
"Fuck!" Lizzy complains with total fear as she runs to swiftly open the back car door and climb in. Lou's pinned in place while asleep, he lungs clearly unable to function properly. "Lou-Lou, come on!"
She shakes her friend like before out of instinct even though she knows from experience that it won't work and Lou keeps gasping desperately.
"What the fuck do I do?" Lizzy asks no one in a shaky voice as she stays leaning over her best friend as she's attacked. There's nothing she can do. Nothing. She's sitting by helpless.
"Yes! Fuck me!" Lou suddenly shouts loudly into the cab of the car. Her eyes fly open and she screams her bliss as Lizzy sits back, taking up the little space Lou's lying down form isn't already taking up. She doesn't feel comfortable leaning over her friend as she experiences something like that. Feels weird.
Panting and swearing off her orgasm, Lizzy waits patiently, chiding herself for letting Lou be alone out in the car during a time like this. She should have known better. Bobby's going to kill her.
"Oh no," Lou finally says with a heavy sigh as she drops her head back onto the seat.
"Why the fuck did you have to lay down?" Lizzy dejectedly asks her friend once she's coherent enough to carry on a conversation.
"I was so tired…"
"Because of the incubus, you dumb-dumb!" Lizzy starts to let her anger take over. "It's attached itself to you!"
"I know, but…"
"But nothing, you fucking idiot!" Lizzy near screams at her best friend. "Every time you sleep without protecting yourself you're vulnerable to this thing!"
"But I'm tired. I'm more tired than I was when I went to sleep, actually…"
"Because it's feeding on you!" Lizzy says and smacks Lou on the knee.
"Bitch! Don't hit me!" Lou argues while sitting up straight.
"I'm gonna do a whole lot more than hit you if you act this stupid again!"
"Whoa." Lou wavers a bit, grabbing the door handle with her dizziness. She sat up too fast with how weak she is now.
"See… it's bad already," Lizzy points out in a quieter, concerned voice as she grabs her friend's shoulder to help her stabilize. "You're getting weaker. This thing is gonna keep coming until you're done for, Louie. Do you get that? Do you see how serious this is?"
"Yeah, I'm putting it together pretty damn quickly." She puts a hand across her forehead and blinks rapidly as she regains her composure. "I feel like shit."
Lizzy sits for a beat, looking at her exhausted friend as the icy fear settles into her chest. This thing has put a target on her sister's back. It's going to keep coming, keep trying until it takes Lou away from her.
Fuck that. She is not letting that happen.
"We gotta get outta here," Lizzy says quickly, getting out of the backseat and into the driver's seat. "And I'm calling Bobby the second we get back."
"Aw, man. Lizard, can't you hold off on that?" Lou whines with the sound of their adopted father and sensei's name as she lies back down dramatically.
"Sit up! Now!" Lizzy immediately yells when Lou disappears from the rearview mirror. Lou pops right back up with an eye roll. "You don't get to sleep until we figure this out!"
"Ok, I agree with that one," she relents.
"And of course we're calling Bobby," Lizzy adds on as she pull back out onto the road to head for their motel. "He'll tell us what to do."
"He'll call me an idjit…" Lou bitches under her breath.
"You are one!" Lizzy shouts back there, her anger flaring hard. "Shut up. We're calling him. We need him."
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Lizzy sighs. She misses Lou so much and remembers that hunt like it was yesterday. It's the most frightened she'd ever been up to that point in her life. She's been way, way more scared at times since, but back then Lou's life being on the line was the most terrifying thing she'd experienced.
Right now kind of compares however.
She has an evil being inside of her. That's a terrifying thought. She can't help but think of the first time she saw Alien as a kid and how terrified she'd been when the baby alien burst through the poor, unknowing guys stomach. What if that happened? She doesn't know how these incubi are born. What if it's less traditional? What if it'll just burst through her stomach and kill her?
She's really got to get a handle on her imagination. It's gonna drive her nuts.
Lizzy leans her head against the cold glass of the side window. It feels good. God is she tired. The guys better get back before she falls asleep.
As if he could hear her, Dean opens the back car door opposite her and gets in.
"We good to go?" Lizzy asks him as he pulls the door shut behind him.
Dean settles into his spot, turned slightly to look at her with his arm up on the seat back, and he just smiles at her. It's not the usual type of smile she sees out of him and she knows right away that it isn't her husband.
"It's you," she says with utter let down.
"It's me, Lizzy," he keeps smiling while confirming her suspicions.
"Great, I fell asleep."
"Yes you did."
"Why are you even here? Didn't you already get what you wanted out of me?" Lizzy angrily asks.
"Yeah… sure…" the incubus brushes off. "Look. I came to make you a deal."
"A deal?"
"Yes."
"Why would I ever make a deal with you!?" Lizzy nearly shouts at him.
"Because I can kill you," Dean's image tells her with an air of over confidence.
"No you can't," Lizzy almost laughs at him while pressing a hand to her lower stomach. "You won't kill me, dumb ass. You kill me you kill one of your own along with me."
"Yeah, right…" he thinks for a minute, his grin growing wider. "I don't care about that," Evil Dean tells her. "It's fine."
"Wow! You are one cold hearted asshole, you know that?" Lizzy asks him with disgust and Dean laughs a bit. "What's so funny?"
"You are," he tells her. "Just trust me, I'll kill you no problem, ok? That's not why I'm here."
"Then start talking," Lizzy asks, her other hand coming quickly to press on her abdomen with the threat on her and whatever it is she's carrying's life. Instincts are strong, aren't they?
"I want to make the same agreement we made last time," Dean the incubus tells her.
Lizzy sits with this information for a moment. She closes her eyes when the shame of what she did the last time she went up against his incubus hits hard.
"I can't," Lizzy says to him. "I'm not letting you get away this time."
"You were fine with it last time…"
"Because it was my sister you were after," Lizzy explains herself. "You threatened her life."
"And now I'm threatening yours… and that baby you're carrying. By the looks of it you seem a little protective of it already." He winks in a patronizing way. "Gonna take care of him for me?"
Lizzy looks down at her hands on her stomach, realizing he's right. She is acting protective of the baby she's not even sure she can have.
"Aw, yeah you will," he smirks with pride. "You'll raise him right."
"You're a sick fucking bastard," Lizzy tells him with appalled disgust.
"I am what I am," he shrugs with ease.
"Alright, Popeye, fine… but why?" Lizzy questions.
"Why what?"
"Why the hell are you knocking women up?" she asks, needing to get something, anything out of this thing.
"Uh, you're a hunter, aren't you?" he asks with obviousness.
"Yes…"
"So you already know how everything is crazy enough right now," he says. "It's quickly turning into sheer chaos out there. The creatures are taking over and I'm not gonna stand for that. It's time to get prepared. This screwed up world is ripe for the picking with Lucifer in a hole and I wanna get picking."
"So you're gonna raise an army of cambions and make a hostile takeover?" Lizzy asks incredulously, not having been ready for that answer.
"My own little walking, talking, physical-realm soldiers," he says while sharing a slick, Dean-like smile. "Pretty smart, right?"
Lizzy just looks at him with disgust. "You really think that you could gain any kind of control over this planet, with all the other species of evil out there?"
"I'm demonic," he reminds. "I am not some sloppy creature that rips people apart with no other motive than to feed. I'm smarter, stronger, and above those things you kill."
"So… ok. You're insane," Lizzy feels the need to inform him. This is ridiculous. He's just as off the rails as all the other monsters out there that he looks down his own nose at. "And for that reason alone…. I'm not letting you get away this time around. Agreeing to let you go is one of the biggest regrets of my life. I'm not leaving here until you're in the fucking ground."
The incubus in the form of Dean moves a little closer to her, staring hard at her with a scary smile spreading across his face. It works. She gets terrified as she did forget for a moment there that she's in his territory. This isn't reality. It's her dream and he rules as king in there.
"Or you're in the ground," Dean's voice tells her as he lounges for her.
"No!" Lizzy shouts loudly in his face and he pulls at her and maneuvers her until she's pinned under him while lying across the backseat. He sits atop her with a knee to each side of her waist, her wrists in his hands as Lizzy fights right back. She struggles and screams but she's getting nowhere.
"Stay still and make this easier," he says to her, leaning down so close their noses nearly touch. "Come on, L. You know I'll make it feel so good you won't care that it'll eventually kill you."
"Fuck you! Get off of me!" Lizzy keeps on fighting. She's usually a strong fighter but right now not so much in this dream. "Dean! Dean, help!"
"I'm right here," the incubus wearing Dean's image laughs. "Oh, Lizzy…"
"Stop it!"
"Mm, Lizzy…"
"Lizzy!" she hears Sam's voice shout out loud and when she blinks it isn't Dean on top of her. It's Sam shaking her.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, Lizzy!" he tries to call to her as she starts to fight him back. She swings a suddenly free fist in attack and Sam is just able to lean away and avoid the impact. "Stop it! You're awake! Lizzy, stop!"
"Sam!" Lizzy shouts with sudden relief as she scrambles to sit up, backing away from him until her back hits the door on the opposite side. She's in full panic mode and it doesn't register at first that she's free. "Sam!?"
"Yeah, you're awake. You're ok," Sam tells her, holding his hands out, palms first, to show her he's not going to hurt her.
"I'm awake. Awake. Fuck," Lizzy sits for a second when she realizes she's safe. "Sam." She launches herself into him, just so happy he was there to wake her up and save her like he did. Once the incubus started to feed on her she wouldn't have woken. It was a close call and she's trembling with fear as her heart beats nearly out of her chest and she hugs him tight, Sam shocking her by returning the embrace after a moment. Know he should be the last person she's running to for comfort right now she doesn't care. "Thank you."
"No problem," he answers back quickly. "You alright?"
"No," she answers, just catching Dean as he runs out of the diner, two white plastic bags in hand, and his face drops instantly.
"What happened!?" he asks angrily, dropping the bags on the hood of the Impala and marching right for her. Sam gets out of the way for him as he knows not to come between Dean and his wife ever and Dean leans into the backseat to look at her. "L?"
"It's ok. The incubus paid me a visit but Sam woke me up in time," she says as he reaches out and cups her face in his hands, looking her over. "I'm good, I swear."
"You're scaring the fuck out of me, you know that?" he asks her, his brow still lowered in worry.
"I know," she says sadly and takes a deep breath. After that last encounter, complete with threat and offer of a new deal, she knows she's going to have to be completely honest about what happened years ago. She was trying to avoid telling them the truth of her fuck up but there's no getting around that anymore. "Let's head back. I need to talk to you guys."