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Bamby

DPOV

"Private security?" Bela asked, standing close as she looked around the room.

"I don't think so. Look at the way they're standing. They're pros," I noted. "Probably state troopers moonlighting."

"Posted to every door, too."

"Yeah, I don't think we're just going to be able to waltz upstairs."

"What do you suggest?"

I sighed, giving her a quick smile to show her how annoying I found her. "I'm thinking."

She watched me expectantly. "Don't strain yourself." When I turned back to her she grinned. "Interesting how the legend is so much more than the man."

"You got any bright ideas, I'm all ears." Let's see if she can do any better.

"Okay." She shrugged slightly before letting out a groan as she began to fall towards the floor.

I grabbed her quickly, keeping her from hurting herself. "Honey? Honey, are you all right?" I played along, looking around confused until I spotted a waiter. "Waiter! Hi. Uh, my wife has a severe shellfish allergy. Th-ere's no crab in that? Is there?"

He hurried over, shaking his head. "No, sir."

"No?" Reaching up, I grabbed one of the appetizer from the silver tray and shoved it in my mouth as if to test it. "Oh, they're excellent, by the way," I noted, mouth full.

One of the guards approached us then. "What seems to be the trouble?"

"Ah... champagne!" I exclaimed. "My wife, she's a lightweight when it comes to the sauce. Is there somewhere I can lay her down till she gets her sea legs back?"

The guard looked around before setting his sight on the stairs. "Follow me."

"Right." I handed to guard Bela's purse. "Thank you." With a grunt, I managed to lift her into my arms and followed the guard upstairs. "Come on, you lush."

...

I placed Bela onto a couch in the room the guard had brought us in. "You think she's a pain in the ass now, try living with her." I grinned as I walked the guard to the door and grabbing Bela's purse from him. "Thank you very much." As I shut the door I turned in time to see Bela sitting up. "Hey maybe next time give me a little heads up with your plan?" I suggested, throwing her bag at her.

She caught it effortlessly. "I didn't want you thinking. You're not very good at that." When all I did was sigh, she smirked. "Oh, look at you. Searching for a witty rejoinder."

"Screw you." I glared.

"Very Oscar Wilde." She teased. Turning I was to leave, only to have her call after me. "Room 235. It's in a locked glass case wired for alarm, I'm sure that won't be a problem."

"I'm sure that won't be a problem," I mumbled mockingly, leaving her so I could go get the hand.

SPOV

I looked over to see Lizzie standing on the edge of the room, watching. She looked as if she was enjoying herself as much as I was. Which I wasn't enjoying myself at all. This was practically torture.

"Where's Alex and your friend?" Ms Case asked, drawing my attention to her as we danced. "They're missing a great party."

It's not like I couldn't tell her the truth, so I simply shrugged. "Um, ah, I'm sure they're entertaining themselves."

"Oh, naughty." She chuckled. "Then I guess we'll just have to entertain ourselves as well." She slid her hand down my back and squeezed my ass, causing me to jump

"Whoa, uh..." It was like I was constantly uncomfortable around this woman, but all she did was giggle. "Ha, y-you know, Mrs. Case, I-"

She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Ooh, ooh, ooh"

"I'm sorry, Ms Case," I corrected myself. "I don't wanna give you the wrong idea."

She looked up at me with a suggestive smile as her eyes watched my lips. "Call me Gert." Moving, she rested her head on my chest. "You remind me of my late husband... he was shy too. Till we got below deck." Once again, she grabbed my ass.

"Whoa-oa!" I pulled back a little, moving her arms back to my shoulders

"Mm, you're just firm all over, ooh, mmm." She giggled.

DPOV

Finding and getting the hand was easy. With it now stash in my pocket, I made my way back to the room where I'd left Bela. Though as I walked around the corner, I bumped straight into the guard that had helped us earlier.

"Whoa. Sorry! It's, uh..." I quickly came up with a lie. "Nature called."

He nodded. "Ah huh."

Changing the subject, I guested to the door that lead to Bela's room. "Thanks for looking after my wife."

"Oh, she's being looked after, all right." He grinned, shaking his head as he walked off.

Having no idea what he meant, I shrugged and continued for the room. Walking in, I found Bela fixing the strap of her dress.

"Any trouble?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle," she answered, finishing with her dress. "The hand?" I pulled it from my pocket, showing her the mummified hand. She stepped up, gesturing for it. "May I?"

"No." I didn't even have to think about my answer as I wrapped the hand up in a handkerchief.

"It might be more inconspicuous in my purse," she suggested.

I let out a scoff, knowing all too well how untrustworthy she could be. "Nice try."

"Just trying to be helpful."

"Well, sweetheart, I don't need your kind of help," I told her as I tucked the hand back into my pocket.

SPOV

"Man, this is one long song," I noted, a tone of annoyance in my voice.

If Ms Case heard the tone, she ignored it as she breathed in deeply. "I hope it never ends." She snuggled into my chest a little more. "How's the investigation going?"

"These things take time."

"People are talking about the Warren brothers' deaths." She pulled back to look up at me. "Strange. Do you think it's connected to Shelia's?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Yeah, we think so."

"I think they had it coming, you know. In a Biblical sort of way."

Frowning, confused, I looked down at her. "What do you mean?"

"You know about their father."

"No."

"Come here, I'll whisper it to you," she offered. Before I could protest she pulled my head down so she could whisper in my ear. "People say that the old man didn't die of natural causes."

Grimacing, hating the feel of her hot breath on me, I managed to speak. "Then how?"

Caressing me as she whispered and blew into my ear, answering. "Rumour is the boys did it. Nothing was ever proved, but, uh, people still whisper."

"Okay, okay, okay." I pulled away. "Um, um, so did, did, did Sheila have any connection to them?"

She looked confused. "Well, none that I know of."

"Did Sheila have any kind of tragedy in her life?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact, there was. A car accident when she was a teenager."

"What happened?"

"Her car flipped over. She was okay but her cousin Brian was killed," she answered before giving me a curious look. "Why, is that important?"

I couldn't answer, and suddenly found myself unable to come up with a good enough lie. But just then Bela and Dean walked up to us from one way as Lizzie came from the other side.

"Well! Having a nice time?" Bela smiled widely at the elder lady.

"He's delightful!" Ms Case beamed, stepping up to her. She spoke in a low voice which we all managed to hear. "He wants me."

"Oh!" Bela's smile turned into a grin as she looked over at me. I grimaced as Lizzie chuckled and Dean looked surprised. "I'm going to get Gert into a cold shower," Bela offered.

"Great idea." I nodded.

Turning to leave Bela looked over her shoulder at us. "See you at the cemetery."

Dean checked his pocket for a moment before he looked to me. "You stink like sex."

DPOV

"You got it, right?" Sam asked the moment the three of us got into the car. "Tell me I didn't get groped all night by Mrs Havisham for nothing."

"I got it..." I assured him before turning, confused. "Mrs Who?"

"Even I don't know that reference," Liz called from the back seat.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Never mind. Just let me see it."

I gave my pockets a pat, pulling out the wrapped hand. Only as I unwrapped it I found that it wasn't the hand. Instead, it was a small glass bottle with a tiny ship inside.

As angry as I felt about it, I also couldn't help but feel guilty. She'd done it again. She'd tricked us. Now we had no idea where the hand might be, and we had no way to stop the ghost from killing again.

"Well?" Liz popped her head over to take a look, only to freeze. "You've got to be kidding me," she groaned.

"What?" Sam asked, looking to us worriedly.

I held the bottled ship up so he could see it. "I'm gonna kill her."

EPOV

In my room at the abandoned house, I mumbled to myself, annoyed. Bela had always been selfish, but this was too much. People were going to die. Over many years. Lots of people. How could someone be as cold as that?

While moving around my room I'd been trying to get the clip of my dress undone, but in my haste and frustration I'd managed to get my hair caught. One pull and I felt the tugging pain all girls hated.

"Ow!" I hissed.

A moment later there was a knock on my door. "Liz? You okay?"

I froze as I looked over at the door. "Yeah." I'm going to hate myself for this… "Can you... can you just come in here for a moment?"

Dean didn't wait before stepping in, seeing me standing with my hands at the back of my dress, holding the clip so my hair wouldn't pull. "Uh... you okay?"

"No." I pouted. "Unbutton me?"

He grinned, moving forward. "That's gotta be one of the sexiest things you could say."

"Shut up, Dean. Now is not the time." I rolled my eyes and turned so he stood behind me. "Just help. My hairs caught."

Without saying another word, he raised his hands to help me. I felt the warm familiar touch of his skin brushing against mine as he carefully worked to get me unstuck. The longer it took, the less unsexy the moment became.

I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes close as I leaned back into him slightly.

When I was finally free he didn't step back or let go. Instead he grabbed each side of the dress and slowly began to slide it off my shoulders. I held the dress in place, covering myself as he took the pin out of my hair before brushing my long locks over my shoulder.

My heart was beating hard in my chest, stomach flipping with butterflies.

His lips pressed against my shoulder and I was lost. Completely gone. Dean always made me melt away. Each time we'd had sex in the past we'd both learnt how to make the other person tick. Each time Dean got better, and each time it got harder to stop sleeping with him.

It had been months since we'd touched in this way. Hell, I hadn't even hugged him... actually, I couldn't remember if I'd ever hugged him.

If we were to do this now I knew it would make everything harder, make losing him hurt more. I'd have to end whatever this is, again, and it would hurt. Like hell. Or as close to hell as I can get without actually going there.

Which is why I'd managed to open my eyes and pull myself away.

"We can't, Dean."

After a pause, he sighed, "I know."

At first, I thought he was agreeing with me, until I realised the tone of his voice meant something else.

Turning to him, I frowned. "You know what?"

"Casey, that demon I was trapped with, she told me some things," he admitted, looking away from me guilty. "She told me about a deal. About... about a deal your mum made."

My heart sunk. "Dean-"

"That's why you left, right?"

Looking away, unable to meet his gaze, I slowly nodded. "Yes."

"You're going to be okay, Liz." He stepped closer, his hand cupping my cheek. "You and Sammy will have each other, and you'll be okay."

"No, we won't," I sighed. "Why'd she even tell you?"

He hesitated a moment before lowering his hand as he answered, "Because the deal I made didn't bring you back."

I froze. "But I though you saved both-"

"I meant to. I offered my soul for both you and Sam. And I thought I'd saved you both until the demon told me..." He took a few steps back as he worked on going on. "She said one of you had already been brought back."

"Then how? How am I here?"

"I don't know." He shook his head, taking a step closer again. "But it has something to do with the deal your mum made."

I had no idea what that meant. How could a deal that was made almost twenty years ago still be keeping me alive now? What had my mum really asked for? Would I always be like this? Whatever this is... was there more to the deal? Were there other things I don't know about?

Questions muddled my mind, making it hard for me to think about anything other than the endless possibilities of what might be.

"Liz." Dean's hands grabbed my shoulders as he looked into my eyes with his own worried ones. "Liz, you're okay. You're fine."

As I refocused on him I slowly shook my head. "I'm nowhere near fine."

DPOV

I stood by the fireplace downstairs, looking at the flames as Sam sat at the table reading through the books, trying to find a way for us to still finish the case and keep other people from dying.

Liz was upstairs. I'd left her in her room. She'd told me she wanted to be alone, and so I'd given her what she asked for.

But I hadn't stopped thinking about our conversation since I settled in front of the fire. I was wondering if telling her I knew had been a clever idea. Maybe I should have just kept it from her a little longer. Maybe I shouldn't have told her about the fact I hadn't brought her back either. I felt extremely guilty now.

Luckily for me, my eyes caught sight of the bottles ship, causing my thoughts to turn towards Bela. As I sat there looking at the object, my guilt began to turn to anger.

"You know what, you're right. I'm not gonna kill her. I think slow torture's the way to go."

Sam sighed, closing his book and getting up. "Dean, look, you gotta relax."

"Relax? Oh yeah, yeah, I'll relax. I can't believe she got another one over on us!"

"You."

I turned to him, unsure if I'd heard correctly. "What?"

"I... I mean, she got one over... on you... not us," he noted.

I paused, thinking it over, knowing he was right. When he shrugged, I snapped. "Thank you! Sam. Very helpful."

A knock on the front door had us both turn just as someone called out from outside. "Hello? Could you open up?"

Sam and I shared a look, knowing it was Bela. Hurrying over, we let her in. Not to help her. No, it's easy to hurt her if she's not on the other side of a door.

Despite our pissed glares, she looked to each of us as she spoke. "Just let me explain," she pleaded.

EPOV

I sat at the table facing Bela as Sam leaned against the fire place, glaring at her and Dean leaned over to her, looking extremely pissed. I knew they wanted nothing more than to rip her to shreds. But we couldn't. No, we'd agreed to at least hear her out first.

"I sold it," she admitted. "I had a buyer lined up as soon as I knew it existed. "

Dean, furious, pulled back and walked behind her, gesturing a finger gun at her, pretending to shoot. Moving, he came to sit next to me as Sam spoke.

"So the whole reason for us going to the charity ball was...?"

"I needed a cover," she answered. "You were convenient."

I shook my head as her. "If you sold it, buy it back."

"It's halfway across the ocean. I can't get it back in time."

Dean leaned forward, taking in the last part of her words. "In time for what?"

When she looked down guiltily I knew something was up. I knew something was wrong.

"What's going on with you, Bela? You look like you've seen a ghost," Sam noted.

Then it hit me. "You saw the ship."

Dean looked from me to Bela. "You what?" He paused a moment before shaking his head. "Wow, you know, I- I knew you were an immoral thieving con artist bitch, but just when I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower-"

She cut him off. "What are you talking about?"

"We figured out the spirit's motive." Sam came over to show her a picture he'd found. "This is the captain of our ship. The one who hung our ghost boy."

"So?" She shrugged.

"So, they were brothers," Sam explained. "Very Cain and Abel. So now our spirit, he's going after a very specific kind of target. People who've spilled their own family's blood. See first there was Sheila who killed her cousin in the car accident, and the Warren brothers, who murdered their father for the inheritance. And now you."

Bela pulled back, stunned. "Oh my God."

"So who was it, Bela?" Dean stood again, moving to lean over her once more. "Hmm? Who'd you kill? Was it Daddy? Your little sis, maybe?"

"It's none of your business."

"No?" He nodded. "Right. Well, have a nice life. You know, whatever's left of it." He gave her a hard pat on the back before turning to grab his jacket and leave. "Sam, Liz, let's go."

"You can't just leave me here," Bela exclaimed.

But Dean didn't care. "Watch us."

"Please." Bela turned to Sam and me. "I need your help."

"Our help?" Dean scoffed. "Now how could a couple of serial killers possibly help you?"

"Okay, that was a bit harsh, I admit it, but it doesn't warrant a death sentence."

"That's not why you're gonna die." Sam's tone was tense. He no longer hated her. No, he just didn't care. "What'd you do, Bela?"

She shook her head at him. "You wouldn't understand. No one did." She looked to each of us, realising she wasn't going to get any help from us. "Never mind. I'll just do what I've always done, I'll deal with it myself." Turning, she began to leave.

"You do realise you just sold the one thing that could save your life," Dean noted.

Slowly, frustrated, she turned to him. "I'm aware."

"Well," Sam sighed, "maybe not the only thing."

...

I could not believe I was standing in a cemetery with the Winchesters, agreeing to help save Bela. Yes, saving people is what we do, but her? She was more than willing to sacrifice Sam not too long ago.

Sometimes I hate being the better person...

A full moon hung above us. Sam stood by a grave where he placed five candles, a pentagram, a bowl that he'd poured some kind of red liquid into. There were a few other ingredients, but I was focussing on our surroundings more than I was focussing on him. The last thing we wanted was a surprise attack by our ghost.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Bela asked, huddling in her jacket.

Leaning against a tombstone next to her, a gun in his hands just like myself, Dean shook his head. "Almost definitely not."

Thunder crashed above us as the wind began to pick up and rain began to pour.

"Sammy!" I called out. "You might wanna get to work."

Grabbing his father's journal, he began to read.

"Aziel, Castiel, Lamisniel, Rabam,

Ehrley, et balam, ego vos conuro,

per deum verum, per deum vivum,

cuivos cuiaves eos supermontes,

et per eum, qui adam, et avum formovit,

Et per eum..."

I was aware of him well more Latin, but my attention was once again turned to our surroundings as the rain began to get heavier, the wind stronger.

"Stay close!" Dean told Bela.

"Behind you!"

At the sound of Bela's yell, Dean and I both turned to see the ghost appear. Before we could react, it grabbed Dean and threw him away. Dean landed hard against a tombstone, letting out a pained grunt on impact.

I placed myself between Bela and the ghost, raising my gun to shot it. Only, he flung the gun out of my hand, leaving me defenceless. As he reached for me, I knew I didn't have many choices here. So, without really think my actions through, I used my own abilities to push him away, to keep him from Bela.

Of course, that just pissed him off. Then, he disappeared.

"Elizabeth?" Bela stepped closer to me, her voice shaking from the cold but mainly from fear. "Where'd he go?"

"I don't-"

Suddenly I was flying through the air as the ghost reappeared. He had an opening and didn't hesitate. As I crashed against the same tombstone as Dean, landing beside him, I looked over in time to see the ghost touch Bela's cheek.

Her eyes went wide as she tried to breath, but instead she began to cough up water. The spirit just watched as she fell to her knees.

Dean and I got up and moved over to her as quickly as we could.

"Sammy, read faster!" Dean yelled.

Bela continued to cough up the water, struggling to stay alive. But I could see, as time went by, it was getting worse and harder.

Out of nowhere, the ran slowed before stopping entirely. Surrounding us was a sound of creaking wood, like an old ship.

The spirit turned to see another standing behind him. It was his brother.

"You... hanged me," he sneered.

The other brother looked to him with sad and guilt filled eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Your own brother."

"I'm so sorry!"

The evil ghost charged towards his brother. As he crashed into him they both yelled and screamed as they dissolved into water. before disappearing completely.

The moment they're gone, Bela stops coughing, no longer in danger of death.

DPOV

We were in the living room of the abandoned house, packing our things, when Bela walked in without a single knock. We turned to look at her for a moment before getting back to work.

"You should learn to lock your doors. Anyone could just barge in." She grinned.

"Anyone just did." Sam sighed, "Did you come to say goodbye or thank you?"

"I've come to settle affairs." She reached into her bag, pulling out three stacks of cash. "Giving the spirit what he really wanted, his own brother. Very clever, Sam. So here." She tossed a stack to each of us. "It's ten thousand. That should cover it." When we looked from the money to her, she shrugged. "I don't like being in anyone's debt."

"So ponying up ten grand is easier for you than a simple thank you?" As she smiled simply at me, I scoffed, shaking my head. "You're so damaged."

Her smile grew. "Takes one to know one. Goodbye lads, Elizabeth." With that, she turned and left.

"She's got style. You gotta give her that," Sam noted.

I nodded, looking down at my cash. "I suppose."

Grinning, watching me with the money, Sam shook his head. "You know, Dean, we don't know where this money's been."

"No." I took his stack, with a grin of my own. "But I know where it's going. I gave his chest a pat and moved back over to my things, laughing.

Liz rolled her eyes. "Here." She handed me her money. "You keep it. I don't want anything from her." She sighed and pushed off the couch, grabbing her things and walking out the door.

Shrugging, I stashed all three stacks into my bag. "Okay, let's go."

EPOV

It was dark out as we drove along the road. Dean was driving as usual, Sam was looking down at the map, while I rested my head against the window, looking out at the night sky.

"Seriously?" Sam turned to his older brother. "Atlantic City?"

"Hell yeah!" Dean grinned. "Play some roulette. Always bet on black."

I'd heard worse ideas before.

There was a pause before Dean spoke again, his grin gone. "Hey listen, I've been doing some thinking. Um... I want you to know I understand why you did it. I understand why you went after the crossroads demon." Sam simply sighed as Dean went on. "You know, situation was reversed, I guess I'd've done the same thing. I mean I'm not blind, I see what you're going through with this whole deal, me going away and all that. But you're gonna be okay." He looked to me through the rear-view mirror. "Both of you are."

"You think so?" Sam asked, tone flat.

"Yeah, you'll keep hunting. You know, you live your life. You're stronger than me. You are," Dean told him. Sam just cleared his throat. "You'll get over it. But I want you to know I'm sorry, I'm sorry. For putting you through all this, I am."

"You know what, Dean? Go screw yourself."

I turned away from the brothers looking out my window. I hated Dean saying all of this, sure. But I didn't want a fight to break out.

"What?" Dean sounded genuinely confused.

"I don't want an apology from you," Sam assured him. "And by the way, I'm a big boy now, I can take care of myself. Lizzie can take care of herself. We don't need you telling us that."

"Oh, well, excuse me."

Ignoring Dean, Sam went on, his voice rising, "So would you please quit worrying about us? I mean that's the whole problem in the first place. I don't want you to worry about me, Dean, I want you to worry about you! I want you to give a crap that you're dying!" he snapped.

I looked over to see Dean's only response was an annoying grin.

Sam shook his head at his brother. "So, that's it? Nothing else to say for you?"

"I think maybe I'll play craps." Dean shrugged.

Sam looked to his brother, outraged, but didn't say anything more. Dean concentrated on the road, also staying silent. While I turned to the window again. The tension into the car was thick, and uncomfortable and seemingly never ending.

Bamby

BlueBloodsSVUOrder: I loved seeing Sam squirm with Ms. Case. I loved the idea of Lizzie doing absolutely nothing to save the guy, too :P

Caps Lock Guest: You're gonna be screaming at me before Sammy gets some lovin'... in fact, everyone will be screaming at me.

Second Guest (which is probably ^that person again :P ): I didn't intend to have the connection between them, but when Lizzie got her powers and she started bonding a little more with Sam I knew where the story was going. You should defs make an account so we can chat!

daje22: If you liked that Dean x Lizzie moment, you're gonna love this chapter ;)

Early Seasons Guest: Rewatching the seasons to write the story makes me realise that Sam and Dean really had no idea what they were heading in to. I like the innocence of it, too. But, admittedly, season 10 inspired this story, so I'm a huge lover of the later seasons, too :P

Update Guest: I try to update once a week, but exam period is in action right now, so I might be a little preoccupied for a while...

Just to reassure everyone else, though, this is still going to be a Dean x Lizzie story... it's just gonna take them a while before they're exclusive and 100% official.