Chapter Four

They were still quiet as she walked through her house, pulling hidden guns and supplies from cabinets and floor boards. Lizzie memorized every piece of dust and imagined the life she had hoped for. Flashes of Dean under the sink with a wrench and little feet running through the hallway dotted her eye sight, but cringed when they were replaced with the image of Crowley, of Lucifer and even Dick. She stared at Dean. He shrugged and avoided her eyes. He was right, they would never have that life, so she kept moving.

Dean was impressed by the sheer number of hiding places she managed to find in a thousand or so square feet. He had enjoyed the visions of the life she projected into the space while she worked. The sink dripped and for a split second he almost hopped down there to fix it. Then she thought of a child. A child. His reflexes took over and images of their greatest foes poured from his mind. She flinched. It had to be done, he really would never have that life.

When she pulled the last item from her closet and pushed it into the duffle bag, he carried it outside for her. Elizabeth Winchester paused, looking at the house for a long moment, and Lizzie Singer locked the door one last time.

"We'll come back." He said with a determined authority, and he meant it. "And, uh, you can keep the last name, too. If you want." She climbed into the passenger seat of the car she had loved and lived in for the better part of 10 years. Clinging to the seats and trying to smell her Father in them once again.

"We'll park her somewhere safe, Lizzie, I'm not letting go of Bobby that easily either. We'll get her back up to shape, too." He tried to soothe her, but his comforting voice pushed her back to the night before the Leviathan and she closed her eyes for a long moment.

"I will come back for you." Dean looked down at his little Lizzie. She wasn't crying but he could see the tears stinging the back of her eyes. She wasn't sad, hell no, she was pissed beyond belief because he made her promise to stay back while he went after Dick. His heart pulled as he looked her over, that look could kill a Rugaru from 100 feet, and it turned him on.

"Mmhmm." She couldn't see straight for the rage. She wasn't some helpless civilian, she was an asset, another set of capable hands against the latest threat to the world. It wasn't like he asked Sam and Cas to stay back.

"I wouldn't forgive myself for putting you in danger. You remember what happened to Jo and Ellen, Lizzie, or your father? We didn't even kill Lucifer that day or get anywhere NEAR Dick." Dean just wanted to spend what might be his last night on Earth banging his lady and she had to go off getting pissed because he wanted to protect her. Women.

Lizzie huffed from the passenger seat. "Men."

"And what if anything happens tomorrow and I'm here painting my nails and watching TV? I will never forgive myself." She spat and ran her fingers through her short hair with a fierce defiance. Her body was thin, strong from weeks of running and eating salads. Her patience was thin, too, and she wasn't about to let Dean Winchester control her life. This isn't how this relationship was going to go.

"Lizzie, listen to me," He smoothed her hair and grabbed her close. She let him have his moment, and she memorized the way his shirt rubbed against her cheek and the impossible way he smelled; Like an auto-parts store and a burger place in the most attractive way possible.

"I smell like transmission fluid and French fries?" Dean quipped, she just rolled her eyes and kept thinking.

"Dean, I'm going to say this one last time. I am going with you tomorrow. It isn't your decision anyway. I'm a grown woman, and I've trained as long as you. I've hunted with you for years. Just because we have sex now doesn't give you control of me." She put her hands on her hips and looked up at him like the figure head of female oppression. He sighed and pulled her back in close, taking in the smell of roses and mint.

"Okay, whatever." Dean wasn't one to give up and he definitely didn't like the idea of the woman he loved in the line of fire, but she was right. He needed her in there. Her face fell, and she pulled back to eye his expression.

"What?" Lizzie squinted at the hunter.

"You're right. I need you out there. As much as I wish I could hole you up barefoot in some kitchen with a baby on your hip and pies in the oven, you're a hunter and that's why I love you."

"That was the first time you said it." Lizzie murmured, assuming he was still eavesdropping on her thoughts. "It was the only time you said it."

"We talked about a house, a future! I thought you got it!" Dean replied a little too defensively, "And excuse me for being sent into purgatory the next day! Should've stopped the fight so I could tell my girlfriend I loved her. Right."

"I love you, too, Dean." Lizzie's anger dissipated and soon her fingers traced up his chest and around his neck. The feeling of warm skin against his own caused him to shudder. He ran his arms around her waist roughly and pulled her closer, pushing his already hardening bulge against her warmth.

"Ookay, moving on." Dean cracked, his voice betraying him. Lizzie smirked.

"Oh, big tough Mr. Winchester can't handle a little sex? Poooor baby." She spoke deeply, crooning her words and sat up in her seat, pushing her shoulders to face him.

"It's not like that, alright? I'm just... I'm driving and it's a distraction." He tried to portray a 'matter-of-fact' demeanor, but the twitch she felt through the bond gave him away.

Her fingers outlined his cock from outside his pants, he could feel himself growing by the second. She could see his face twist as she adjusted their weight; Seating him on the edge of that worn out bed. The dim light from the lantern made her skin glow in front of him. He spread his legs and she accepted the invitation, coming to stand chest to chest in between them.

Dean groaned and adjusted himself in the driver's seat. They were so close to the hotel and as soon as he saw Sam, it would stop. He just had to make it.

Lizzie smirked even wider and skipped forward a little in the memory.

"Ahhhh! Damn it, Dean! Fuck me!" They were in sync, in a perfect rhythm. She was breathless, glistening with sweat, her tits bouncing wildly as he took her from behind. His cock hit all her right places, his hand grabbed at her breast and soon she was begging for him to send her over the edge.

"Fuck me." Dean growled and pulled the car over right the back road they'd been driving. Lizzie's smirk fell and before she had time to process what was happening, Dean was pulling her over the bench seat on top of him.