"Poor things," Lizzy worries as they get out of the car. They're once again in the park, ready to take their breakfast into the broken down structure and replace Sam and Lou who were nice enough to let them have the first nap-time. The concussed Dean owes them big time as he does feel at least a little better already. "They must be wrecked."
"I'm sure they're fine," Dean brushes off with the tray of coffees in his hands. They walk across the grass together, but suddenly Lizzy holds out her arm to stop Dean. She hears something from inside the building that leaves her unsettled.
"You hear that?" she whispers. Dean shakes his head no but soon after they both hear some kind of movement followed by the quiet sound of Sam's labored voice. Lizzy looks to Dean with alarm as she drops the plastic bag on the grass and pulls out her Glock. She aims it in front of her and Dean soon follows suit, replacing the coffee cups with his Colt. They slowly and silently make their way to the front door, hearing more shuffling the closer they get, along with what sounds like Lou's voice struggling. Lizzy reaches the doorway first, Dean a couple feet behind her, and with her heartbeat racing, she turns the corner with her gun ready.
Dean watches as Lizzy's eyes pop open wider than he's ever seen them go. She lowers her gun to her side with one hand and covers her smiling yet dropped open mouth with the other. Dean swiftly covers the remaining few feet in a couple long stride and looks for himself.
"Aww, c'mon!" Dean shouts at the sight before him and he quickly turns on his heels and speed walks right back out the door.
Sam and Lou both look over from their interlocked and very naked position. Lou is sitting on the edge of a crate and Sam is standing between her legs which are wrapped around his waist as he leans over her, his hands pressed into the wooden surface on either side of her. They've been caught in the act. The two, both shocked to say the least, scramble to cover themselves up. Lizzy crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the door frame with nonchalance.
"Oh, don't mind me," she giggles as Sam frantically separates the two of them and searches for his clothing, "Please, continue!"
"Lizzy!" Dean yells to her as he continues walking to the car. "Get outta there!" Sam having sex is now burned into his brain. Yuck. Bad. Gross. He can't be around that, it's too weird. Instinctively he goes right to the comfort of his Impala.
"No way, dude!" Lizzy shouts back to him while eying the toned Sam as he tries to get dressed as fast as possible. "This is better than the circus. Greatest show on Earth my ass! This is the greatest show on Earth!"
"Alright Lizard, you had your fun," Lou says calmly while putting her pants back on. She seems much less concerned with the situation than Sam, who is tripping over himself while in the process of finding his clothing. "Give us a minute, huh?" Lou is mildly annoyed with Lizzy for interrupting them, but it is their fault that they lost track of time. Should have known better.
"Fine," Lizzy says rolling her eyes. She turns to leave but can't help herself. She steals on last peek at the half-naked Sam before he's able to hide himself from her. "Whoa! That's what you're packing Sammy-I-Am?" If she looked surprised before, then now she's in total shock. "Fucking impressive my man!"
"Told you so," Lou smiles with a wink while hooking her bra.
"I know you did, but seeing is truly believing!" Lizzy loudly replies. "Oh, good for you, honey!" Sam's face grows an even deeper shade of crimson at Lizzy's very forward comments.
"L!" Dean nearly screams through the open window of the Impala he is seated in.
"Alright, alright," Lizzy shouts back and then sighs loudly. "By the way, you're a total hypocrite, you bitch," she says this while looking at Lou with a smile. She then gives Sam a parting wink before skipping with delight out the front door for a little impromptu therapy session with the seriously traumatized man locked in his car. Dean already has Motorhead blasting from the stereo.
"Well, that could have ended in a better way," Lou says sadly to Sam while they finish getting dressed.
"Understatement," Sam replies in a dead serious tone while hurriedly buckling his belt. He's mortified. He knew he shouldn't have let Lou talk him into messing around while on the job. She worked her charms and he actually went with it… and this is what he gets for it. Dean and Lizzy walking in on them and a whole heap of humiliation.
"Hey, Sam," Lou starts while tossing him his shirt. "Calm down. It's fine."
"Doesn't feel fine," he argues as he catches it. It's a shame too, because before that Sam was actually enjoying himself for once and letting someone through his insanely ridged wall. He's never doing that again, that's for sure.
"So you didn't play it safe for once," Lou tries again to rationalize that everything is in fact ok. "BFD. I like this version of you." She finishes dressing and walks over to Sam who is doing the last button on his shirt.
"Yeah, why don't you tell Dean that," Sam acridly says.
"Why do you care so much about what Dean thinks?"
"We don't really have the same relationship you and Lizzy do. This was… more than we usually share," Sam tells her.
"Does Dean normally care what you think when it comes to what he does?"
"No," Sam responds. Dean always did whatever the hell he felt like doing.
"Then why do you care what he thinks so much?" Lou reasons. "You are your own man, Sam. Stop freaking out for a minute, chalk it up to an embarrassing moment, and move on."
Sam thinks the whole thing over. She makes an excellent point. Why he is so concerned with Dean's opinion over something Dean would have done in a heartbeat is a little baffling. The thought of being anything like Dean, however, is what scares him. He might be Sam's role model in some aspects, but this wasn't one of them. But still, it was fun. He understands why Dean does what he does a little more now.
"I really hope this doesn't stop you from ever trying this again, by the way." Lou points back and forth between the two of them as she looks up with sad eyes. "We never finished up our little, ah, session here. This better be a to-be-continued type situation!" She grabs his ass before heading out to the Impala for some damage control. Sam stands alone for a moment, needing the silence to assemble his thoughts correctly.
"Would you fucking relax?" Lizzy asks as she takes a seat in the passenger side and pulls the door shut. "What's the big deal anyways? It's your brother. You must have seen him naked a million times."
"Yeah, when he was two!" Dean loudly rebuts.
"Seriously?" she asks with wonder. "Living in such tight quarters I just assumed it was a normal thing. I see Lou naked all the damn time."
"What?" Dean looks at her with shock. "That's normal for you?"
"Yeah. It is. Guess we're the odd ones here," Lizzy says with sarcasm while rolling her eyes. He's overreacting big time.
"You are," Dean quickly returns.
"Could you take a second here and stop before you give yourself an aneurism or something?" Lizzy's completely thrown by Dean's reaction. "He's having fun. What the big deal? And isn't that the Dean Winchester way?" She laughs.
"It's not the Sam way though," Dean replies, calming down and seeing the situations for what it really is. "It's strange because… it's Sam. He doesn't just hook up like it's no big deal. He doesn't do any stupid shit like I do. He's the golden boy." It was more the shock of Sam acting so out of character that got to him than anything else, though the whole bare-assed thing still has him uncomfortable.
"And Lou is kinda evil. Corrupting the innocent is something she takes pride in," Lizzy lightheartedly explains. "Wouldn't be the first time she got a good boy to turn a little bad. And c'mon, let's be honest. Aren't you at least a little proud of him?" She smiles and waits, knowing Dean was.
Dean looks down into his lap and lets the grin slowly creep across his face. "Maybe a little," he softly confirms and looks up to Lizzy. "I have been telling him he needs to get laid way more often. Maybe for once he listened to his much wiser, older brother."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure that's it," Lizzy mocks sarcastically.
"Hey," Lou greets while jumping into the back seat. "How we doing in here?"
"Peachy," Dean lightly says. "Where's Casanova?"
"Taking a moment," Lou says. "So what's the deal with you two? Never seen that side of each other?"
"Not really," Dean says.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, he's a little weirded out himself. And super embarrassed."
"That man has not a damn thing to be embarrassed about!" Lizzy exclaims while hurriedly turning around to face Lou. "No wonder you were so adamant about getting with him again. He has one of the biggest…"
"Ah, enough!" Dean yells while scrambling to get out of the car in time to avoid the very uncomfortable conversation the two girls were about to have. He really had no desire to hear about the size of Sam's… he can't even bring himself to finish the thought.
Dean starts walking toward the building when Sam walks out. They meet halfway across the grass and stand facing each other, neither speaking at first, and Sam does his best to avoid eye contact with his older brother.
"Dean, listen…" Sam finally begins, but gets interrupted by Dean.
"Sam, don't worry about it," he tells him. He hates seeing Sam so uncomfortable and awkward around him. It's that protective big brother thing kicking in again. "It's not a big deal."
"That's why you reacted so calmly?" Sam challenges him.
"So maybe I over reacted a little," Dean admits. "I just wasn't ready for what I saw. Wasn't prepared for all… that." Dean gestures up and down Sam's full height. Sam cracks his first very small smile.
"Yeah, well I wasn't exactly prepared to show you all that. Sorry, by the way."
"No need, Sammy. Actually, I'm proud of you. Really proud."
"Ha. You're proud of me for acting like you would... or did just yesterday?" Sam laughs at himself for being so worried at first. Of course Dean would love this.
"I did do the same thing, didn't I?" he asks, knowing full well the answer.
"You definitely did," Sam confirms. "And now I know we are both just a couple of easy targets around those two."
"Right?" Dean widens his eyes at the idea. "What the hell is it with those two? It's like we're freakin' helpless. I feel like I have a bulls-eye on my junk."
"Nice, Dean. And you are definitely helpless. Total lost cause, if you ask me. I on the other hand have more self-control than you do. I was able to hold out longer," Sam argues as they both take their time walking back to their car side by side.
"I'm not the lost cause, you're the lost cause," Dean tries to fight back, but he doesn't really have any ground to stand on. He did give in first… and he's pretty sure he will again too. In fact he looks forward to it.
"You are. You know you are," Sam responds. "Like I said before man, pussy-whipped."
"Shut up, Sam," Dean warns, to which Sam replies by making a whip-cracking sound.
They bicker a little more before getting into the Impala. Dean and Lizzy sit in the front, Lou and Sam in the back.
"Hey there Big Sam!" Lizzy delightfully greets.
"L, leave the kid alone," Dean warns before receiving an annoyed look from her in return.
"So what now, people?" Lou asks the car. "We know what we need to do, but how do we do it?"
"Good question," Sam says. "I have no leads on how to pick out the mother of all mothers."
"You call Bobby again?" Dean questions his brother.
"Not since yesterday," Sam replies.
"Worth a shot then," Dean says while getting out of the car. He pulls out his phone, leans against the hood of his baby, and hits speed dial number 2.
"Well, at least I know I'm still an idjit," Dean says while getting back into the car. Lou laughs at the nickname Bobby so fondly always calls Sam and Dean.
"He didn't have anything new for us?" Lizzy asks in a somber tone.
"He had a couple things. He's been going through some of his old books and said there isn't much more info that we don't already know," Dean explains. "He did mention something about the eldest Nixie always being surrounded by several others, as if being protected."
"That could help," Lou nods.
"Also he said he read somewhere about the strength of the bloodline. That when one dies, all other Nixie that are in that line can feel it, or something like that."
"Meaning that when we killed Riva and Brooke, it wasn't just their offspring that were affected?" Sam questions with distress. If that's true, they could be in some serious trouble.
"Exactly," Dean explains. "Every one that's older than them felt their deaths. So most likely Big Mamma knows that something's out there killing her kiddos."
Lizzy groans as she drops her head against the passenger headrest. "All this time, they've known something was up? They've know something was after their group?"
"So much for the element of surprise," Lou laments. "Do you think they know about us? Know we're here?"
"Crap," Sam says at the thought. "It has been really quiet around here."
"Oh man," Lizzy says while searching their surroundings through the passenger window. "How much would that suck? You think they're staking us out while we're staking them out?"
"Could be," Dean says. "Why don't we all just go back to the motel and figure this all out there. If those things know we're here then us being around will do no good. They'll stay away."
"Sounds good. C'mon Lizzy," Lou says. She doesn't want to hang around if their theory is true. It's a creepy feeling knowing that they might be the hunted this time around.
"See you two in a few minutes," Lizzy says to them as she gets out of the Impala and gets into her own car.
Dean and Sam are already grabbing weaponry from the trunk when Lizzy pulls up next to them. They are stocking themselves with whatever they think could help them out with the still partially unknown creatures. On the drive, the two brothers thought it would be best to hunker down in their room until they have a true plan of attack ready. If there was even a remote chance that something was following them then they needed to take any and all precautions to keep everyone safe.
"What's all this stuff for?" Lou questions while looking at the two stuffed full duffel bags on the ground behind the open Impala trunk.
"Precautionary measures," Sam says while closing the trunk. "If they know about us, then who's to say they haven't followed us?"
"Makes sense. Let us grab some stuff and we'll meet you up there. Still have the key?" Lou asks. Sam reaches into his back pocket, holds it up to answer her, and he and Dean head into the motel.
"So what do we do here?" Dean asks once they've made it to their room. Sam slides the key card into the door. "Salt everything and hope for the best?"
"I guess," Sam answers. "Though we don't even know if salt would work on them." He turns the knob and pushes the door open. "That's still just a theory."
"Salt doesn't work on us, darling."
Sam and Dean sharply turn to face where the unfamiliar female voice is coming from. Sitting at the table in their motel room is a tall, leggy woman they've never seen before. She's beautiful and all her perfect assets are fully on display. They both reach behind themselves and pull out their guns, aiming at the mystery woman. Dean quickly pulls his small salt bag out of his pocket and drops it to the hallway floor just outside the doorway. Lou and Lizzy are smart women so he hopes they'll take the warning for what it is.
"Who are you?" Dean demands in a booming voice as he and Sam step through the threshold.
"I believe you referred to me as the HBIC," she says. "The name's Tamesis. I thought I'd be nice and come pay you a visit."
"Well you just made our lives a hell of a lot easier," Sam says, ready to pull the trigger when his nose and mouth are covered over by a cloth and his arms are pinned to his sides. He frantically looks over to Dean who is in the same predicament, the woman behind him not much bigger than Lou but clearly strong enough to hold Dean in place.
Dean knows that smell. Chloroform. He struggles again the tiny arms that should be much weaker than they are. His vision starts getting dimmer and he knows what happens next. He hears the laughing voice of Tamesis as he slips onto the ground.