"What can I get you?" the pretty waitress asks while eyeing Dean not-so-subtly. She presses one hand down into the table of their diner booth and leans down to face him with a smile. She is being so very obvious that Lizzy could smack her. She's eye fucking the shit out of her man right in front of her. Women like this give all chicks a bad name, Lizzy thinks to herself.
"I'll have eggs, scrambled, with bacon, sausage, and toast," Dean answers, looking up to her for the first time and instantly eliciting a smile from her. "And coffee."
"Not a problem," she winks and stands back up, taking her time before turning her full attention to Lizzy. "And for you?" Her voice is back to what Lizzy would assume is her normal, everyday, non-flirtatious tone.
"Veggie omelet and coffee," Lizzy answers her with a flat, bordering irritated, tone.
"My name's Vicki," the waitress informs them, though she says it mostly to Dean. "You need anything at all, just call out my name." She walks away, her fingertips grazing his shoulder as she does, and Lizzy stares daggers into the back of her head until she disappears into the kitchen.
"You alright there?" Dean smirks, knowing she's angry with the manner with which the waitress just carried herself. Jealousy was something they both dealt with through the always developing strength of their love for one another. He had it too, he'd never deny it, but seeing her get so green with envy was always fun for him.
"Stop loving this so much, huh?" Lizzy complains as she starts picking up on his giddiness and enjoyment. "She's fucking ridiculous."
"She's also like eighteen, nineteen tops," Dean points out. "Relax."
"Doesn't she see me sitting right here?" Lizzy asks, shocked that the assumption was never made that he was not just with her, but he was with her.
"Maybe she just doesn't care," Dean shrugs off as Vicki approaches their table again.
"Decaf or regular?" Vicki asks Dean first with a bright, pearly white smile as she holds a pot of coffee in each hand. Dean glances at Lizzy with a smirk before returning his focus to answer her.
"Fully charged, darlin'," Dean grins right back as he feels a boot kick hard into his shin. He doesn't flinch, having expected it, and winks when she's done pouring. "Thank you very much, Vick."
"Any time, sweetie," Vicki responds and Lizzy can feel the girl's attraction growing for him. Not good for Lizzy as the transfer of emotions is making her in turn more attracted to Dean. Vicki turns to Lizzy and her bright smile is reduced to about half wattage instantly. "And you?"
"Regular," Lizzy answers flatly, taking a deep breath and doing what she can. This chick is not helping her remain a good girl through her physical contact ban. Once her cup is poured, Vicki leaves with a parting eyebrow lift aimed at Dean.
"No decorum what so ever," Lizzy bitches with the pathetic display as she opens a creamer packet and dumps it unceremoniously into her cup. "She's fucking ready to jump your bones, dude."
"It happens… often," Dean jests cockily as he takes a sip from his mug and leans back in his seat, an arm casually draped across the back of the booth. "Aren't you used to girls falling all over me by now?"
"Keep it up," Lizzy warns only half seriously. "All I'm saying is she needs to fucking cool it because every time that horny little piece of sixteen year old ass comes over here, her emotions are being sucked right into me. I don't need the added pull to fuck you when I can't. Already killing me as it is."
"She's making you want me?" Dean asks with more glee than he should have.
"I want you anyways," Lizzy honestly tells him while sipping her coffee. "But she's making it so much worse. She's young and her hormones are going apeshit right now."
"Damn," Dean drawls out, the information captivating his attention. "This whole no touching thing is really putting a wrench in what I'd love to be doing right now with this new info."
"Tell me about it," Lizzy answers, knowing he himself is now beginning to think nasty thoughts because she is picking up on the added emotions from him now. "So let's talk about something not sexy in the least. Why do you think Sam booted us out?"
"Jesus, I'm too scared to even want to know," Dean complains as his posture slumps with the subject change. Luckily for Lizzy, her ploy worked and his turned on state is subsiding a little.
"You aren't even a little curious?" Lizzy pries, leaning forward a bit over the table. "You're not dying to know what he's up to?"
"Honestly, no," Dean answers truthfully. "I don't want to know anything about Sam and his bullshit anymore. I just don't have the energy to care at this point."
"That's sad," Lizzy returns, soaking in the disappoint Dean has in his little brother that hasn't subsided one bit.
"No shit it's sad," he says back. "L, I told you… I don't think I can do this, be around him. I can't trust him anymore."
"Because you haven't let him prove himself," Lizzy tries again to get to him. "He's still your brother. The same guy you spent your entire life with. He's sorry, I can promise you that. If anyone knows how remorseful he is right now, it's me. And he's guilty all day every day. It's exhausting to be him right now."
"Well he brought that on himself," Dean returns quickly, revealing his absolute lack of sympathy. "It's his fault that he's in this spot and that we now have to find a way to bring down the freakin' devil before the whole planet gets deep fired."
Lizzy inhales deeply as she watches him sip his coffee again. She's trying to grow the balls needed to say what she must to Dean. It's a hard truth to hear and she certainly doesn't want to hurt him, but she'll do it for Sam. She has to.
"Dean, please don't get pissed at me for saying this, but…" Lizzy looks into his eyes as she prefaces her statement in order to warn him for the blow she's about to deal. "It's not all Sam's fault that Lucifer is walking free. I think you forget that."
Dean puts his coffee down and peers at her with surprise. He says nothing, just looks at her as blankly as he can manage, but he's pissed.
"You think I'm a bitch for saying it, but that's ok," Lizzy explains to him as she can feel his anger. "You can think I'm over the line all you want but you need to remember that this was a joint effort."
Clenching his jaw tightly, he looks out the window to avoid her for a moment. She brings up a good point, a point he's somehow overlooked while being a so damn mad at Sam. Probably because he didn't want to face the truth. It hurt too damn much to.
"You know I'm right," Lizzy cautiously adds on. "You both had moments of weakness where you let others influence you into something awful. I don't get how you two aren't bonded together harder by this instead of pushed apart. Sam needs you. He always has and that's never going to change. You're hurting him so much over this."
"And he hurt me too," Dean rebuts with fire in his voice. "I didn't have Sam with me in the pit, L. He wasn't there telling me what to do and trying to help me along the way. He had that. I never stopped trying to get him to smarten up and he chose not to listen. He chose the wrong path. He chose a fucking demon…"
"Over you, yeah I know," Lizzy finishes for him, having heard this argument several times before. "He chose her over me too, dude. And I'm also still very hurt and very disappointed in that, but I won't push him away. I refuse to do that. That's the worst thing we could do right now. Just please, remember how much it sucked to find out that what you did had massive repercussions and keep in mind that Sam is the only one who can truly understand you when it comes to that."
"Here you go, honey," Vicki cheerfully says and gingerly places Dean' plate in front of him while interrupting a heavy conversation without knowing.
"Thank you," Dean says solemnly and without looking up at her.
"Everything ok?" she asks, getting an unhappy vibe from him.
"Yeah, just fine," Dean glances at her quickly.
Vicki nods sadly before putting Lizzy's plate in front of her. Getting an idea, Lizzy decides to lighten the mood for Dean. Plus, the gloomier he is, the gloomier she is. Shitty deal.
"You know, Vicki," Lizzy calls out to stop the server from walking away. She turns back with a smile which Lizzy returns and leans a hand on the back of Lizzy's side of the booth while looking at her. "I know you like him." Lizzy jerks her thumb to Dean. "You do, don't you?"
"Um…" Vicki starts to answer but can't as she was unprepared for such a question. Dean shoots Lizzy look that tells her he's shocked by her questioning.
"It's ok if you do. I'd get it," Lizzy returns while staring Dean down in a way that he loves more than anything. "He's fucking gorgeous."
"Can't disagree with you," Vicki says in a small, almost bashful voice.
"Unfortunately for you, he's all mine," Lizzy explains in an even yet heavy voice. She can see Dean eyeing her with odd curiosity. Instead of stop, Lizzy presses on as she drops her fingers lightly on top of Vicki's hand that is resting on the booth. "But that's not to say that I mind sharing."
"What?" Vicki blurts out with Lizzy's insinuation as her face falls completely.
"Oh, you know what I mean," Lizzy says, implications firmly in place. "What do you say?"
"I, uh…" Vicki stutters, completely uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. "I'm gonna leave you two to eat. Let me know if you need anything." She slips her hand out from under Lizzy's and walks away quickly, disappearing once more into the kitchen.
"You're evil," Dean smirks as he picks up his fork.
"Hey, if you're gonna dish it out you gotta be able to take it," Lizzy tells him, a fork full of omelet on its way to her mouth. "Plus, come one… no one hits on my man in front of me like that and gets away with it." She takes a bite and grins at him while chewing. Dean smiles back and shakes his head, already in a better head space than he was just a few minutes earlier.
"Yeah, I am cute, aren't I?" Lizzy says to him, having felt his adoration of her in the moment.
"You're something all right," Dean laughs to himself while digging into his food. "It's a shame this no touching rule exists. Otherwise, I'd be choking down this food so that I could drag you back to the motel by now." He looks down at his plate for just a split second before airing his wonder. "Why is it that the stupidest things are what get me going with you sometimes?"
"You're just weird," Lizzy jests, having felt him get turned on by her display.
"I hate this," Dean puts his fork down in sudden frustration. "Can't have sex with you, can't cop a feel, can't kiss you, hell I can't even go near you. This is total bullshit."
"You can't hack it for just a few days?" Lizzy huffs despite her own neediness.
"I normally can't hack it for an hour," Dean exaggerates as Vicki reappears at their table. She silently refills Dean's cup. "Thanks, Vick." He smiles, his non-verbal way of apologizing on Lizzy's behalf for her display just a few minutes earlier. Vicki looks him in the eye and Lizzy can feel the girl's attraction return in full force, which in turn becomes Lizzy's attraction in full force.
"God damn it," she complains once Vicki is gone again. She fans herself with her napkin as the people around her compound her own want for the man sitting across the table form her. "This is impossible."
"You're telling me," Dean bitches right back while going back to eating his very early morning breakfast.
"No," Lizzy says in a voice that's dropped and honey coated while her emotions tumble hard into too turned on to function suddenly. "You don't get it…"
"You ok?" Dean questions when he really looks at her. She's licking her lips as her cheeks are flushed.
"No!" she shouts in a whisper. "Between her wanting you and you wanting me and… my own usual status of needing to pounce on you... I'm dying here."
"Shit, you're not joking," Dean observes. "You really are heated right up over there."
Lizzy just nods and sits back in her seat, her mind turning quickly as she needs to find a way to make this better. This isn't going away, not without some assistance.
"Let's get outta here," Lizzy tells him before looking over to Vicki to wave her hand in the air, miming for the check.
"And do what?" Dean laughs with a mouthful of bacon. "We can't go near each other and I'm not exactly comfortable with fucking you while you're zoned out into my emotional state. That would make me a creepy asshole."
"I have a solution for that. Trust me," Lizzy explains quickly. She's creative enough to have found a possible means to an end she really needs right about now. "I never checked out of our room from last night so we can go there. Come on."
Lizzy pulls out a folded wad of cash and drops what she assumes will cover the meal plus tip. She doesn't have the patience right now to wait for the bill.
"You're serious right now," Dean more states than asks with another mouthful of food.
"As a fucking heart attack," Lizzy says while standing up. "Get your ass up, come on."
Lizzy walks swiftly to the front door, leaving her food behind, and Dean just watches with sheer amusement. Usually he's the needier of the two of them so he revels in the moment as she's off the charts hot and bothered over him and he did absolutely nothing to provoke it. He shovels one last forkful of eggs into his mouth, grabs a bacon strip and his coat, and follows her out the door.
Sam spreads the map out onto the round table top in the motel room. Running his palms over the thin paper, he tries his best to smooth out the wrinkles and creases.
He knew a way to find the gypsy. He'd seen someone, or better yet, something do this before in order to help him locate his brother. It wasn't that long ago and hopefully he remembers the words she used in order to make this work.
Ruby. As much as he'd never admit it aloud, and as much as he hates to admit it to himself, he missed her every now and then. She was damn helpful. In many ways, too. Whatever he needed, whether it be help saving someone, advice when he never asked for it, a good solid fuck when he had been on edge for too long, or even her blood, she gave it without question. Sure, he knows the reason she did it all was completely dishonest and deceitful in the worst way, but it had been just so damn good feeling like someone had cared about him that much. He hadn't felt that way since Lou died.
And now he was alone again. Dean looks at him with such disdain these days that he can feel the bile creep up his throat every damn time he does so. He still isn't sure where Bobby stands. He's not an emotional talker and he hasn't seen him in a while so it's a bit hard to tell.
Then there's Lizzy. He knows for a fact that she doesn't hate him and she isn't ever going to give up on him. She speaks her heart and wears it on her sleeve at all times. He will never have to wonder how she feels about him because she'll always be honest with him. For that very reason, however, he knows the disappointment and lack of trust she has concerning him.
So here he is, using one of his former demon sidekick's tricks of the evil trade while he kicked out the two people he worried most about. If they had seen him do this, use what he's learned from such dark sources, he's sure they'd disapprove and start looking at him under a microscope all over again.
Sam lights a candle left over from their poltergeist rituals and takes a deep breath as he tries to pull from his brain what it was Ruby used to recite.
"Ego dico super vis of obscurum," he starts with closed eyes and a concentrated expression. "Commodo mihi vestri ops reperio refero. Ostendo sum ut mihi locus of unus Ego peto."
He lights the bottom right corner of the paper map and it ignites immediately. He watches as the flames take over the map, singeing the thin paper and rapidly turning it to blackened ash.
"Out," Sam demands loudly and the fire extinguishes itself in an instant. What is left is only the part of the map that reveals where the gypsy is.
"Sorry, I know we're kicked out…" Lizzy starts to excuse as she opens the door without warning. She pauses when she looks at Sam as he stands over the table, candle in one hand and a pile of ash coating the furniture's surface. "Whoa."
"It's… I was…" Sam starts to explain but she hold up a hand to stop him.
"Did you drink blood?" she asks so quickly Sam needed a second to process exactly what it was she said. She had business to tend to so she hopes for a no as an answer.
"Jesus, no!" Sam responds, hoping she believed him.
"Never saw a thing then," she says to him, not wanting to know what he's up to anyways. She walks across the room in a rush to her duffle. "Just grabbing my bag and I'm out until you're ready for us."
"I know where the gypsy is." He blurts it quickly.
Lizzy pauses once more and looks to him with wide eyes. "That was quick."
"I have some tricks up my sleeve," Sam remarks while blowing out the candle.
"Nice," Lizzy nods. "Uh, you still need time?" She prays silently that he does. She's a horny mess right now and needs to manage things before she can focus on anything else.
"Um, a little bit," Sam says to her chagrin. "I need the internet connection for a little before we go."
"Good!" She picks up her bag and heads for the door immediately.
"What's going on with you?" Sam wonders as he observes her odd behavior.
"You don't want to know," Lizzy shakes her head. "We'll be back soon, promise."
She closes the door swiftly behind her and Sam moves to the big picture window. He pulls aside the curtain and watches as Lizzy runs across the lot to the room she and Dean shared the night before.
"Shit, I hope they're not gonna be stupid," he whispers to himself as he starts to understand what's going on.
"You're not gonna do anything stupid are you?" Dean cautiously asks Lizzy as she rushes through the door. She tosses her bag onto the bed and unzips it, immediately searching through its contents.
"Actually, considering the circumstances, I'm gonna be incredibly smart," she explains as she takes out the pair of handcuffs they've used plenty of times in the past and the item she lovingly refers to as her other best friend – her vibrator.
Dean's eyebrow fly practically to his hairline when he sees the items. "What the hell are you cooking up?" he eagerly asks, already more than curious as to what she has planned.
"I'm giving you an option," Lizzy starts in a rushed tone. "You can stay or you can go but my emotions aren't giving me any kind of choice. I need to get off so I'm gonna get on this bed and do what I gotta do."
Speechless, Dean just stares at her with wide eyes. He watches her grow impatient with his lack of answer but he just couldn't come up with one. His voice disappears for a moment.
"Well? Staying or leaving?" she practically shouts at him while undoing the button of her pants and toeing out of her boots. Her need is just getting worse the longer Dean stands there and gets more and more turned on by her intended way of doing things.
"Yeah, I'm not leaving for that show," Dean tells her with certainty as his eyes remain bugged out of his head and glued to her tight jeans as they get pushed down her legs.
"Good," Lizzy tells him, happy that he's staying. She kind of likes that, honestly. He's the one who got her to this worked up state as is and she's yet to do something like this with him. Could be fun, she thinks to herself as she kicks out of her pants. "Go sit." She points to the barebones chair in the corner of the room.
In a daze of anticipation, Dean walks to the armchair and sits in it just as she asked him. He watches her hop onto the bed once her pants are off and she sits up against the headboard facing him.
"Cuffs?" Dean questions her, nodding to the metal item sitting next to her on the comforter alongside her sex toy.
"Just in case I can't stay put," Lizzy honestly explains without a hint of embarrassment.
"You mean just in case you think you will launch yourself at me you're gonna cuff yourself in place?" Dean asks her with a grin of flattery.
"Pretty much," Lizzy says in a businesslike manner as she whips her shirt over her head and throws it at him. "Now… tell me what you want to see."
There's a heavy pause in the air with her request. This was unexpected from her, as shocking as that sounds. She's bold and very uninhibited, but this is different. Lizzy has to put aside any sense of reserve, every bit of discretion, and completely lower her guard to do this. Without knowing it, she's showing just how much she trusts him, how much she loves him, and exactly how vulnerable and out in the open she is willing to be in front of him. He knows she's frenzied right now and not thinking this way but he recognizes it completely. She's found a way to give herself over to him wholly without her even going near him.
"Ok, is that second thoughts I'm getting from you or what?" Lizzy complains a she cuts into his silence. "I'm not offended if this is weird and you want to leave."
"No!" Dean immediately explains to her. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else!"
"Then what's with the reservations?" she asks him, her hand absentmindedly making its way across the fabric of her underwear with her need as she speaks to him. She rubs over herself while moving her hips into her hand.
"It's not hesitation," Dean quickly explains, eyes glued to what she's doing. "Just a moment of awareness."
"Awareness of what?" Lizzy questions, licking her lips and closing her eyes as she her movements begin to have an excellent effect on her.
"Of how much you mean to me," Dean explains and nearly blows her away with his honesty. She pops her eyes open and stares at him. She can feel his love for her now. Picking up on everything he holds for her in his heart in the passing moment, she feels him seeing her as his best friend, the love of his life, his reason to keep pressing on, his everything.
"Please don't make me cry before I rub one out in front of you," Lizzy smiles with a mixture of lighthearted humor and utter adoration.
"Sorry," Dean smirks as he shakes his head. "Not what I was going for."
"I'm gonna ask again and you're gonna answer this time or else I'm doing my own thing," she says in a lust coated voice while her emotions roll once more as she looks him over, sitting in the chair facing her. Damn, he made a ratty old Henley and a ripped up, dirt stained pair of jeans look like heaven. His forearms are resting on the chair's old wooden arms and his hands are clenching the ends, knuckles turning white with his hold. Maybe she would need those cuffs like she feared after all. "Baby, what do you want to see?"
"Fuck, L…" Dean stares in awe at her. "Everything."