Chapter Five

The fogged over windows offered little in the way of privacy, but the couple didn't care. Lizzie took a deep breath and let it out, recovering from the best release she'd had in two years. Her skin rubbed against his, her bare legs straddling his own hairy ones. She smiled down at him from her perch in his lap, and he smiled up at her. For a moment, everything was right. They were the same people from before, love filled her heart and she pressed her naked chest against his, her head buried into his neck.

"I still love you." She whispered, "Whether you're going to 'let' me or not."

"Yeah. I know." He breathed, and his hands slid over the smooth of her back, it was so different than he remembered. Her tits were huge now, much to his delight, and all her hard muscle was replaced by soft flesh; She was a civilian. The idea terrified him.

"Look, Dean. I'm not asking you to throw me on the front lines tomorrow, I'm out of practice and I know that. I'm not even asking you to love me anymore either. I just… I want you to understand, I will love you and I will be in danger as long as I'm connected to Dean Winchester by a soul leash. It doesn't matter how hard you throw yourself on the sword." His eyes widened with realization and he pushed Lizzie to the passenger side.

"Put on your clothes, Lizzie." He commanded, and she did, with a deep sigh and no control over her tense and aching muscles. He had a determination in his eyes, he had a hold of something and she was along for the ride. She would have smiled with nostalgia if he hadn't missed the entire point of her little speech. "I didn't miss the point, I just found out the point of something else." He defended as he sped toward the motel. He barely shut off the engine before he was inside the room, Lizzie still pulling her black dress on over her head.

He flew into the dingy motel room, and flitted around its perimeter, picking through bags and pushing everything off the tiny table. Sam followed him closing, trying to clean the mess as he made it, he caught his laptop as his brother tossed it over his shoulder. "Dude! What are you doing?" Dean ignored him and continued to gather supplies, Lizzie finally pushed through the door. Her eyes wide in shock.

"He's summoning Crowley." She took another step into the room and locked the door behind her. His thought processes were streaming into her consciousness and as he continued, at full speed, to finish the spell Lizzie explained it out loud. "He thinks it was… a trap… He thinks Crowley tricked him into forging the bond… So he could use it against him."

Sam gaped. It had occurred to him, sure, but the risk had been too great. A bowl went up in flames and the air of the room changed. Darkened.

"Oh, boys! So good to see you! And Lizzie, or should I say Elizabeth?" He aired, hands waiving, he'd been expecting the call.

"You sonofabitch, Crowley. You knew I'd do it! You knew I couldn't let you do it." Dean paced around the Devil's trap, waiving the knife back and forth, knowing it would do him no good. The anger radiating from the hunter excited Crowley, gave him an edge.

"Well, you didn't really think I wanted to be tethered to the bitch, did you? No offense, Kitten." Crowley played his cards, he dotted his 'I's and crossed his 'T's. "But what I could do with a direct link into Dean Winchester's mind! To his heart."

Dean stopped. He had fallen for it, he had fallen for Crowley's goddamned trap and played right into his plan. He had put Lizzie in danger because he was too stupid to figure it out. He growled and charged at the King of Hell, scuffing the trap on his way in. He pulled back his arm and pushed forward with every drop of strength he had. The blade cut only air.

"We have to go. Now." Sam said, already packing his bags. Dean ran through the door, grabbing Lizzie and pulling her into the impala.

"Where are we going?!" She demanded, but Dean didn't say any words, just showed her the image of a safe house she didn't recognize. Sam filed into the passenger seat and Dean peeled out of the parking lot with Lizzie strapped into the backseat.

They drove for hours, no one slept, and they didn't stop. Hours turned into a whole day and then another day. She could see in Dean's mind that they had passed the house already but he drove still, until he felt no one was following them. Her eyes were heavy, her back was sore and her legs felt like they may explode from the cramped back seat. She had built up such a tolerance for long car trips but her time away from the impala spoiled her. Between panicking, she took in the old car. The leather seats, the perfect interior, the finely polished radio cogs. It had been her home for months at a time, she spent hours watching Dean working on it when it wrecked. The car had been utterly destroyed time and time again, but it showed no signs.

"It still pulls to the right when it rains." Dean said, not even realizing her thoughts had been silent, causing Sam to jump.

Lizzie smiled, "You'll probably fix that, too, eventually."

"You're damn straight. It's my Baby!"

Sam groaned. He didn't even know how to process half telepathic conversations. It kind of freaked him out.

Finally, they pulled into the gravel yard of a little wooden cabin, and pushed through the front door. Sam held onto Lizzie while Dean checked the house. It was a small cabin; the great room, if you could even call it that, housed a living room couch, a dining room table and a kitchen. There was a hallway leading to the bedrooms and a doorway leading down a stair case and probably to an armored safe room of some kind. When Dean nodded and Sam lowered his arm, Lizzie stepped inside and gave it a better look.

The couch was dusty, and the TV was from 1986, but it brought with it a nostalgia from her hunting days. Sam excused himself to salt the perimeter, Lizzie nudged her bag off her shoulder and onto the couch and unzipped it, pulling out a few guns she checked and placed strategically.

What are you doing?Dean thought incredulously at her.

Unpacking?Lizzie lifted her shoulders to shrug at the impossible man.

Why out here?

Lizzie gave him a confused look and he closed the distance between them, picking up her bag and walking down the hallway she'd noted before. He turned around when she didn't follow and gestured his head toward the back door. You're staying with me.

"Fat chance, Romeo!" Lizzie scoffed at his audacity. He spent days turning her away, breaking her heart, and now expected her to just shack up with him?

We had sex.Dean thought at her, and though the bond showed her exactly how he felt, she was going to make him say out loud.

"Lizzie, I figured since we… you know… it meant we were… you know…" Dean stuttered and Lizzie waited. Sam excused himself to his own bedroom awkwardly. "I mean we… you know… and I thought that meant that we could be… together… again." He was drowning out there. Man was she tough.

"Dean, we had sex years before we had any kind of commitment. If you want me to think anything more of it, you have to say so." Lizzie stared him down, making the 6'1'' man suddenly feel like nothing under the eyes of the 5' 2" teacher. He scowled as his twitching member betrayed him. The no strings attached sex was always something he loved about her but now it was biting him in the ass. Why did she have to make this so hard?

"Because you make my life hard, Dean. The least you could do is be up front with me."

"Fine, Lizzie. I love you. I want to be together again and I want you to stay in my god damn room so I can keep an eye on you and make sure you're safe. Now get your ass in there." He barked, she obeyed, but this time a small, satisfied smile formed on her lips. It wasn't the ideal little world she had concocted in her nights alone, but it felt real. Like destiny would ever let them be happy without some catch, and honestly the ability to look into his mind was worth… Wait a minute.

"You knew I would never be able to have sex with anyone else ever again and you were still going to cut and run?" She fumed a little as the words built in her mouth, they tasted like venom and her face showed it.

Dean just laughed.

His Lizzie. His Lizzie would be worried about the sex. Forget the orders and the party line to their souls, but no sex and Lizzie was losing her mind.

"I would've come back for conjugal visits." Dean purred and winked, "Also, can you imagine brain sex?"

"Brain sex, Dean?"

"Yeah, it's like phone sex but we don't need no phone, baby!"

Lizzie couldn't help it, she laughed out loud.