The next morning they got up early. Lizzy put on her suit and then jean shorts with a T for the trip, before getting Michael's stuff all set up. Dean took his time getting his little girl ready in the cutest little swimsuit they found for her earlier this week.
They got to the beach in record time and set up on a blanket. Lizzy lay on the towel on the sand while Michael played in the sand. Abby made a dash for the water, without taking of her shirt when Dean caught her.
Dean pulled off Abby's t-shirt and put sun block on her. He went with her down to the water where they played together for a while. After joining Lizzy and Michael for a picnic lunch Abby wanted her mother to play in the water with her. Lizzy pulled off her clothes revealing her bikini and Dean just gaped at her, with a happy little smile, knowing that she was all his. Lizzy took Abby and played with her while Dean watched Michael.
Finally it was starting to get late. "Abby, it's time to go, Cupcake." Dean called out. Abby looked up at her daddy, giving him that look that she knew would get him to cave before she pouted. "But I don't wanna go," She said. Lizzy just rolled her eyes.
"Baby, we need to go and have some dinner, besides, Michael needs to rest some," Lizzy said. Abby just pouted more.
"Can we come back daddy?"
"Maybe another time, Cupcake. Right now we need to get dinner at the hotel and then tomorrow we have to go see Grandpa Bobby. Ok?" Dean asked. He wasn't looking forward to the thrashing he was going to get when he told Bobby that he was through with Hunting. He'd keep protections up on their home and take precautions with guests but other than that he was quitting.
Lizzy got Abby to understand somewhat before they all headed back to the car heading to the hotel. It had been quite a wonderful day. A great way to end things, Lizzy thought. As Dean drove, she watched him; she could tell there were a lot of things on his mind. She looked in the back, to see Michael and Abby sleeping.
"Penny for your thoughts?" She asked.
"Just thinking about what Dad's gonna say when he finds out. Not to mention Bobby..." Dean said. He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw both kids asleep and smiled.
"It's your life, not theirs. Do what makes you happy, not them," She said encouragingly. Dean smiled at her.
"Yeah I know." They made it back to the hotel and got dinner and then put the kids to bed. Dean slid into bed beside his wife and was asleep in no time.
Dean woke up when he heard a noise in the main room of their suite. He got up and went to see if Abby had gotten up. He cursed silently when he saw Yellow-eyes making himself comfortable on the couch.
"Get the fuck out of here." Dean spat at the Demon.
"I hear that you're thinking of leaving us again. Don't you like me anymore?" He said with an evil gleam in his eye. "Come here, sonny boy, tell me all about it."
"I don't have to tell you any thing. Get out. Leave me and my family alone." Dean said. He turned away and started to walk back to the bedroom. Dean found himself up against the wall, pinned, the demon smiling at him.
"Fine, don't tell. And don't hunt. I'm loosing my patience with you anyway. I'll just go pay a little visit to your children before I go, and maybe that wife of yours. I'll make what my daughter did, look kind. She will never be the same again. Well, if she survives that is. And you will not be able to do a single thing about it, except watch."
"You won't touch them. For some reason I can't begin to imagine you need me for something. You kill them and there is nothing to stop me from putting a bullet in my own head. So, fuck you, you Yellow-eyed bastard. Why is me hunting so God-damned important?" Dean spat trying in vain to escape the force that held him. He just smiled at Dean.
"You're right. You're not that important. You're like my favorite toys. Playthings for my amusement. I do love messing with you, but now that you are not playing right, I guess there is no further need for you. You know its not you I'm truly after. What do you think this is going to do to him, when he finds you all dead after everything that happened? He is going to blame himself for it and throw himself into this life, and be ripe for the picking when I need him," He said, walking to the kid's room. "Time for me to play with that little girl of yours," He said, reaching for the door handle.
"Get the fuck away from my KIDS!" Dean screamed. He fought and thrashed against the Demon's hold. "Please. I'll do it! I swear, I'll go back to hunting with Sam. Just please don't touch my kids!" Dean finally yelled.
"Maybe you will. Maybe you won't. I still think you need to be taught a lesson," The demon said. "This is for not doing what you where told," He said, going into the kids room. Michael started to wail. When Abby screamed, Dean felt the Demon's hold leave him.
"NO!" Dean screamed as he barreled into the kids' room past the Demon and gathered his children in his arms. Dean found Michael to be fine, but scared, crying his little heart out. Abby was bleeding, but only slightly, mostly scared then hurt, clinging to her daddy.
"Ahhhh isn't this touching. A father so in love. If you want them to stay alive then do as I say," And then a smirk appeared. "I wonder where mommy is?" He said before disappearing. Dean went to the bedroom, only to find nothing in it.
Dean held Michael tightly in his arms and held Abby's hand as he stared at the empty room. "Lizzy?" he called out. No answer. "Lizzy?" he called louder. "LIZZY!"
Dean made it back to Bobby's in less time than it took to get to Florida. He got the kids out of the car and headed for the house.
"BOBBY! BOBBY!" he yelled.
Bobby ran out of the house with John right behind him and saw Dean running with the kids and near collapse. He took Michael and John took Abby. Dean collapsed on the ground in hysterics. Sam joined them outside and Bobby passed Michael to him. Bobby gathered up Dean.
"Dean, what's wrong? What's happened, boy? Where's Lizzy?" Bobby asked.
Dean looked up at Bobby tears streaming down his face. "She's gone, Bobby. Oh God, she's gone. He took her. I don't know where or if she's alive or hurt... Wha... What am I gonna do, Bobby?"
John and Sam couldn't do anything but watch as Dean broke down in Bobby Singer's arms. They got Dean inside, and before long, he was asleep, emotions and no sleep finally catching up with him. Soon after that Michael and Abby where out. John watched over Dean while Sam and Bobby talked strategies, not sure what to do, but knew they had to do something. Dean couldn't go on like this. They figured the best thing they could do was wait for Dean to wake up, to get more information before heading out.
Dean slept the whole day and through the night as well. John was in the library with Bobby talking after they had gotten Michael and Abby to bed. "I'm worried, Bobby. He hasn't even so much as twitched."
"He's exhausted, John. He probably drove straight here. No sleep no food plus the stress of finding his wife gone... his body just shut down. He'll wake when he's ready. Have a little faith." Bobby said clapping John on the shoulder. "Go get yourself some rest. We have Grandchildren to care for."
John just nodded and went back to Dean's room. He took off his shoes and laid down on the bed next to his son. "Come back to us, Dean. We need you. Your kids need you."
Lizzy woke up and the first thing she noticed was that she was in a strange bed. When she got up she winced slightly, looking black a blue again. She moved to get out of the bed. She found her jeans beside the bed. She slipped them on before heading out of the small room. She headed into the hallway, hearing noises, so she followed in, cautiously. She walked out into what looked to be a bar like setting. As soon as she came out, a brown hair woman noticed her, smiling.
"Looks like you finally decided to join the living. You've been out for over a day, " The woman said, coming closer to Lizzy.
"Where am I?"
"Nebraska, sweetie."
"NEBRASKA! How did I end up here?" She asked.
"I have no clue. I found you half beaten and close to death on the side of the road. How did you end up like that anyway?"
"I have no clue. Last thing I remember, I was in bed, with my husband."
"Maybe your husband..."
"Dean wouldn't do that!" Lizzy yelled.
"Dean? May I ask your name, sweetie?"
"Elizabeth, Elizabeth Winchester." The woman smiled at that.
"Hello Lizzy, my name is Ellen Harvelle."
Sam was debating on heading back to Florida when Sam got a call. He looked at the number before picking it up.
"Ellen, Sorry, but this really isn't the best time. We kind of have a crisis here," Sam said.
"Could it be you're missing someone in your family?" Sam gasped.
"Do you know where she is?" Sam asked. That got Bobby's attention.
"I found her, a day ago. In pretty bad shape. I didn't know it was her or I would have called sooner."
"Is she at the roadhouse?" Sam asked.
"Yes."
"I'm on my way," Sam said before taking the Impala's keys and heading out the door. He wanted Lizzy to be there when Dean woke up. Sam drove straight to the Roadhouse, walking in to find Ellen at the bar, and Lizzy nowhere in sight. He walked up in a panic.
"Where is she?"
"Hold your horses. She's in the back, sleeping. Whatever happened to her, they did quite a number on her."
"Do she tell you what happen?"
"No and she isn't talking about it. She says the last thing she remembers is being with Dean but she's acting all kinds of jumpy, like she remembers more then she is letting on. So see her if it makes you feel any better," Ellen said, pointing to the back room. Sam goes in, finding where Lizzy was. She looked horrible, worst then when she left. He sat down on the bed, shaking her gingerly.
"Lizzy?" She began to stir, looking at him. She began to panic slightly. "Liz, It's me Sam, your ok, your safe," He assured her. She still looked at him worried, but she started to calm down.
"Is Dean here?"
"He is at Bobby's, out of his mind worried about you. What happened?" He asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," She said quietly. "I want to see Dean," She demanded.
"I'll take you to him," She nodded. He started to take her out, ignoring Ellen's protest that she shouldn't travel or at least Sam should sleep.
"Ellen, you didn't see him. The quicker I get her to him, the better off he will be," Sam said before leaving, Lizzy asleep in the backseat.
John woke early the next morning. Dean still showed no signs of waking. He went down stairs to help Bobby with breakfast and get a bottle ready for Michael.
"How is he today?" Bobby asked.
"Same. Still not waking up. How long can he stay like that, Bobby?" John replied.
"I don't know, John. Too much longer we might have to take him to a doctor," Bobby said.
"I know, Bobby." John went upstairs and got Abby up and dressed. He changed Michael and they all went downstairs. John got Abby eating her breakfast and started Michael on his bottle when the phone rang and Bobby answered it.
"I have her Bobby, we are on our way back," Sam said.
"Have you slept any?"
"I want to get back as soon as possible."
"Yeah but it's not going to matter if you crash the car. If you kill both his babies then he will never forgive you. Find a motel, get some sleep. Dean still sleeping."
"Still?"
"Yes, we are starting to get worried. But having her here should help."
"Yeah it should. I will get a few hours Bobby and be there late tonight," Sam said, before hanging up the phone. John looked at Bobby.
"Sam has Lizzy. They are going to stop and rest for a while then be here late tonight."
"I just hope it helps Dean." John said looking back down at Michael.
Sam and Lizzy stopped for a few hours before making it back to Bobby's later then Sam predicted. Abby and Michael where asleep, but Bobby and John where waiting up for them. As soon as the car stopped, Lizzy was out the door, limping to the house, not caring that Bobby and John where talking to her. She was up the stairs, and beside Dean before anyone could stop her. She leaned in, whispering into his ear.
"Wake up baby," Dean didn't respond. John stood in the doorway, watching them.
"He's been like this since he got here. Barely made it in the house before he dropped. I was hoping that having you back would snap him out of it."
"Maybe me being gone was the final straw that broke him," Lizzy said. She turned to him, shaking Dean. "Wake up. I survived hell to get here, you better wake up damn it!"
"Lizzy, honey, calm down," John said resting a hand on her shoulder. "Just stay with him. Touch him, talk to him, and let him know that you are here. Give him time, sweetheart."
"I guess I've waited this long, what's a little bit more time," She said, crawling in beside him, wrapping her arms around him. She talked about things she thought he would want to here, before eventually falling asleep beside him.
A/N: Bawa-ha-ha
