A/N: Sadly, I own nothing about Supernatural, but I own the crazy girls in this fic!

Ok ok, I own you guys a million apologies!!!! Its been two weeks! I do keep track of the dates. I'm coming up with a fresh excuse lol. Kidding. I'll explain later, for now, enjoy chap 5!!

Chapter 5 – Twinkle twinkle little star.

'Sweet Liz'. Dean's scared voice mixed with his gentle statement got Liz's attention. Her mom used to call her sweet Liz, whenever she was angry. When she was nearly 18, and helped her mom out at the slaughter house. Her mom didn't allow mistakes during work. When you're dealing with hooks, knifes and the whole nine yards, you had to be focused, watch out your moves.

Liz used to daydream. She was always daydreaming about the next guy that would show up. Would he be the one? Would he love her and give her attention? Would she have to kill him too? Which new ways she could come up with to kill her beloved preys? Her eyes were always bright when she was daydreaming. They were bright as the eyes of a woman, dreaming of a wedding dress. The perfect dress for normal people, the perfect way of feeling that bliss while murdering for the lunatics.

Liz knew her mom was beyond suspicious about her; she was even keeping a certain distance from her. Watching her steps, and the tools Liz chose for the job. In a house full of corridors, she could always take an alternative route to avoid bumping into each other.

There was a time, when Liz's knife slipped from her bloodied hands. They were killing an animal for dinner. The smell of animal's blood was almost as satisfactory as human's. She enjoyed doing the dirty work. The killing. To observe the animal struggling and squirming, breathing hard while the blood washed her hands. It was messy, cold, a job that could be done fast, although Liz always did it slow, flavoring each moment of it.

The knife slipped and flew from her hand. It came very close to cut her mom's throat, Rose had been standing right behind Liz, observing as she performed her duty. Not a deep serious cut, a superficial one. The knife flew by her slowly, coming close enough so she could feel the scary chills of death down her spine. Liz felt her blood boil as her mom scolded her, cussing at her, yelling like a maniac, like a frightened person. Liz glanced at the knife right beside her hands. It would be so easy to end that entire fucking situation. If that knife had actually cut her throat, Liz wouldn't shed a tear, wouldn't miss her. She would be glad. The woman kept the yelling and Liz's hands grabbed that knife without hesitate. Her mom stopped yelling right away. Liz pointed the sharp knife with steady hands. Her eyes had changed from amused and distracted to angry.

"It was a fucking accident you stupid bitch. When I cut you, I'll do it myself, with this knife. A deep cut that will bleed for hours, giving you a slow death. It won't be a crappy accident". She said coldly. Her hands weren't shaking; her expression was firm and decided. She wasn't kidding. Her mom couldn't figure out if that was a promise, or just a momentary threat. That day, dark clouds began covering the sky. Rose knew a guest would show up soon. It was always like that. At least Liz would get happy. She loved to receive new guests.

"Calm down my sweet Liz. Accidents happen. Mom just got scared, that's all". Rose put both her hands out in the air. She wasn't feeling like dying that day. And Liz's patience had been shorter and shorter.

That time Rose still had hopes for Liz, the bitter hope that kept Liz alive until 25. She had no idea that was just the beginning for the most hellish. years of both their lives.

After this day, every time Liz got angry and threatening, her mom would call her sweet Liz. Trying to calm her down and bring back the shy little girl that got imprisoned inside her every time psycho Liz decided to show up. She had no control over her anger, it came to her like a blast, an explosion. It was a silly try, a loving try.

Liz blinked her eyes a couple of times, shaking off the images inside her mind and focused again on the two objects on her hands.

"You're afraid of me. How cute". Liz said. Dean's words fixed in her thought. 'Sweet Liz'. That meant fear. Her puppy was afraid. Maybe she should really give him a reason to be afraid.

She put the knife back on the table and held the whip tightly in her hand. Dean licked his lips and let out a heavy sigh. That couldn't be good.

"What's pleasure to you Dean?" She asked. Her sexy voice was back. The look on her eyes though, was no longer of desire. It was wicked.

"I think I've just become a celibate". Dean answered. Deep down he knew what Liz was asking, what she had in mind. But the whip sure wasn't his idea of pleasure if that was what she was wondering.

"Pity. Seems like I'm the only who'll have fun after all. It's a shame". She walked behind Dean sexily and stared at his muscled back. Only a few scars, battle scars, and nothing else. His body was perfect.

She first caressed his back with the whip, gently, calmly. Dean felt the rough leather on his back, going up and down. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on his breathing, waiting for the first slash. She took her time, made Dean anxious, and kept his punishment as short mystery. A punishment he didn't deserve.

Liz came very close to his ear. "Relax Dean". She whispered…then bit the tip of his ear.

"Only if you put that whip down". He tried. If he was gonna get the worse anyways, he could as well give it a last try.

She smiled. "No can do my puppy".

The first slash, came fiercely, cutting Dean's back like a razor. Slicing his skin, deeply and painfully. He clenched his jaw and choked his scream, trapping it inside the cage of his throat. His ears could only hear, Liz's voice, singing that childish song, while turning his back into something similar to chopped turkey.

"Twinkle twinkle little star". Liz whispered childishly after the first slash. The star had given her guys; it was her gift, her guest, her toy. She was no one's sweet Liz.

He knew what was about to come, that one had just been the beginning. No time to catch his breath, she slashed him again, almost at the same spot. His arms automatically tugged at the ropes, his eyes remained squeezed shut. He let out a louder moan this time. Besides the thick leather whip, Dean could also feel, blood streaming down from the new wound, crawling like a claw searching for fresh skin to swallow.

"Up above the world so high!" She said louder, still childishly, almost crying.

Liz was still singing, blinded by the images in her mind. Her young mother yelling angrily, Dean's scared voice whispering those words. "Sweet Liz". The words kept echoing on her ears.

A third slash came, now burning like acid. Dean couldn't hold his scream. He let it out, expressively and out loud. He felt the burning tears forming in his eyes. His locked wrists were tugging harder, fighting the rope without success as his whole body began shaking.

"Like a diamond in the sky!"

'Sweet Liz'

"Please stop", he managed to say sobbing. Liz didn't measure her strength with the whip. Her chest was tight and furious, the words 'sweet Liz' wouldn't leave her alone, playing over and over again.

Anger took her over, the whip gained a life of its own. One slash came after the other, fast, merciless, furious and powerful, from left to right through his back.

"Twinkle twinkle little start!!" She yelled now, yelling and sobbing, still slashing him.

The continuous song, the childish song coming out of her mouth with an innocent voice, Liz wouldn't hear Dean's screams, even if his screams were at the top of his lungs. . His pleas were lost in the breeze.

His bruised wrists, were bleeding now, and he wouldn't be able to take so much more. He had fought the rope with every flinch of his body, as it jerked as much as the bonds allowed. The leather was no worse than a sharp knife, as it felt like one.

"Stop! Stop….please stop". Just when she saw his body going limp. His strength had worn out, his sweaty face was exhausted and his eyes were begging for a break

Only those pleading eyes, pushed the old images away, out of her mind, bringing her back to her twisted reality. She let the whip down before she killed her puppy.

Liz took one step back, whip on her hands. His voice came out hoarse. The tears came freely. That was the kind of pain not even Dean could take like a man. His back was torn, bleeding, hurting, and burning.

Liz suddenly stopped. Not because Dean had asked, but because she realized she wasn't 18 anymore. Her mom was an old senile lady who lived sheltered inside the house that was falling apart piece by piece. And if she kept going, she'd kill her prey before she had anytime for more fun. She dropped the whip on the floor.

"You're strong my handsome one. You barely screamed, barely begged me to stop".

"Let's see who's gonna beg when I find your bones, you sadistic bitch!!?" Dean cried shouting between sighs. That girl was crazy. He was screaming at the top of his lungs and she wasn't even listening. Her beauty had disappeared. Her sensuality was gone, her innocence never really existed. It had all been an illusion. A mirage from his hormones.

Liz didn't reply. She leaned her face against Dean's new wounds making him flinch. "Goddam" He said. "Don't fucking touch me". The blood was live, and streaming down. Dean was almost passing out from pain. Even the soft breeze against his wounds hurt.

"Your blood. Your blood is so warm, like a blanket. I never feel warm anymore. It's so soothing, so comfortable". Liz leaned her whole body against Dean's back, bathing herself with his blood. Her fingers touching the exposed flesh of his wounds. She could careless about his pain. His pleas, she wasn't listening to him again, how could she? It was the first time she felt any kind of heat in years. His heat.

"Liz….don…touch" That was all Dean's strength allowed him to say, before his vision totally turned black. She had passed her arms around his waist, pressing herself even more against his new, deep wounds.

Liz didn't even notice when Dean's eyes finally closed, his mouth shut. He had passed out, from the pain. She was still there, holding his body tightly, pressing herself against him.

"Warm, warm, warm". She kept repeating to herself as a lullaby.

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Sam shifted uncomfortably on the couch as Rose finished her explanation. He'd seen many things in his life, nasty things. But a mother killing her own daughter for some reason would always come as shock, no matter how much blood and violence you have experienced. His own family had a drama, not as twisted, but still a drama.

"Rose please, where are Liz's bones?" Sam asked, as he put the disturbing statement he just got aside for a moment, there were more things at hand to take care of.

"Her bones?" Rose repeated Sam's words, like an insane person repeats doctor's words.

"Yes. I need you to help me. Take me to her bones. I can put her to rest, really rest". Sam didn't dare say, he was gonna send her back to wherever she belonged to. He had sent away many disturbed spirits. Some of them were just victims, some of them were real son of bitches. They had been bad guys in life. There was no real way to know what had actually happened to those spirits after their bones were burned. Sam had had enough proof there was at least a hell, full of demons.

Rose suddenly rose from her chair, despair displayed on her eyes. Sam got up too as an impulse. Had she understood his request was the only way to send Liz away? And to give that poor old woman some peace inside her own house?

Maybe Rose had gotten used to her daughter's presence, even if that was an evil presence. After all, a guilty mind of a mother was not exactly sane.

"No! No! No!" She shouted surprising Sam. "I can't go out, I can't go outside. She'll come to me. She wants revenge!" One tear appeared on her old wrinkled eyes. Rose's hands were shivering and she shook her head no, and continued shaking it non stopping.

"The house is protected. Liz can't come in here. I can't go out. I risked too much bringing you back in already. I can't. I can't". She repeated those words like a mantra. Maybe over the years those words had become her mantra.

"You said she kills all the guys! My brother is in there, with her! I won't let her kill him. Please Rose. I can save my brother faster if you show me where the bones are". Sam took one step forward, Rose took one step back.

Sam insisted, taking another step forward, making a gesture with his hands, assuring her it was ok. Rose was so unstable, so unpredictable. She could be the scariest old lady, as she had shown herself at first. Fearless and confident.

That Rose was not fearless. She was a scared woman who hadn't left her house in years. Hadn't dared take one step out of her door. She was herself like a child.

"Please, help me". Sam tried one more time. He didn't want to go extreme on her, not in those conditions she found herself. But time was not to be wasted. His kindness and patience also had a limit.

"Get the hell out of here! Stay away!! I can't help! I can't!!" She shouted angrily, hiding the previous fear. A barking dog, showing some sort of braveness. Sam let out a heavy sight.

That was a fast mood change.

That woman had way too many ups and downs. If she wanted to look menacing, then politeness was not gonna solve his problem.

Sam swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"You will help me willingly". He said reaching for the gun at the back of his pants. "Or I'll have to force you to". He said aiming the gun at her not hesitating. Sam's fear of turning evil spoke loud in his mind. Pointing a gun to an old woman and force her to help wasn't exactly how Sam imagined he would spend his day. Dean's life was his priority now, not his conscious. Dean would do much worse to save his ass that he knew for sure.

"Take me to her bones now". Sam said firmly, determined as he took one more step toward her. Rose didn't move this time, didn't flinch, and didn't express any kind of feeling, nothing. Sam could also look menacing. That was just what a gun could do; make you look braver and more threatening.

Rose stared at Sam, a slight smile formed on her lips, a mockery smile. The same one he had seen when they had first arrived. The fragile mother was gone. She crossed her arms in front of her chest; the previous fear of her daughter was also erased from her eyes. Sam licked his lips, but kept the gun steadily aimed. She was gonna play tough now. He could play tough too. Rose took one step toward Sam; he didn't flinch, and didn't move.

"What are you going to do boy?" Rose asked using a suspicious voice. A voice that clearly said she was positively sure he wouldn't shoot her.
Sam placed his fingers a little closer to the trigger; she had to believe he would do it. Maybe he would. Blood speaks louder than conscious; his fingers could pull that trigger even if his mind told him otherwise.

"If you kill me, you still don't get to know where the bones are". Rose said, also licking her lips as if she was tying the sugary taste to victory. "We both know you're not capable of pulling this trigger". She teased him, taking another step closer. Sam remained where he was.

"I can shoot you, and not kill you. There are many ways of using a gun and getting what I want". Sam said. His voice was serious, threatening. He stared at Rose waiting to see her reaction. This crap was wasting precious time; he was beginning to get apprehensive.
The woman showed no reaction, nothing different from what he had already seen. The stupid smile was still there, well sculptured on her lips, giving her some sort of weird advantage over this situation. When you point a gun to a person who keeps grinning, this person sure had to have some advantage.

"So you're gonna torture me now? And then make me take you to the bones?" Her phrase came followed by a real laugh, a loud laugh. Why had that sounded funny? Sam had no idea, but there was an idea, if she kept playing tough.

"Look, if you just take me there, I'll save my brother, give you peace and we can all move on with our lives". He tried explaning, again.

"What life? This is no life! I'm old and I killed my daughter. Why don't you just shoot me already?" She asked bitterly. Rose looked deeply inside Sam's eyes, trapping his attention.

"Death is taking so long to come for me". Rose said, walking towards Sam slowly.
Sam could feel the gun in his hand; he could feel his finger on the trigger. But he couldn't move, he couldn't look away. His eyes were focused on her look. Apparently, Liz hadn't been the only one who learned some tricks; Rose knew a few things too. She was using it against Sam.

"Stop it". Sam said trying to close his eyes in vain. Whatever she was doing to him, it was working just fine. His body felt as petrified as stone. The gun was getting warm, his mind was telling him to pull the trigger. Finding the bones without her would be twice as hard. Though, he had to be alive to find the bones.

Rose approached Sam, he was sweating, and his body was betraying his confidence, the little bit that was left while he was holding that gun.
She got close enough for her chest to touch the gun, exactly where Sam had been holding it.
"Shoot me, if that's what you want". Rose said evilly. Sam couldn't even blink let alone pull that trigger. "You don't have the guts uh? I thought so". She said simply, satisfied as she got the gun from his hands.

'Shit' Sam thought. Now they were both gonna die. Rose pressed the gun against Sam's chest. His hands held the same position, as if he was still holding the gun.
"I have the guts Sam".

TBC…

A little shorter than usual, sorry about that too. I had a huge block!! I couldn't write and I ve been damn busy with work. Its better than no update at all right?

Im about to start college this week which means I'll be very busy with work a study but I promise to try and update as often as I can. So please, stay with me!!! And Thanks so much for all the reviews!! Keep on reviewing and I'll keep on writing!!

Now, it was short but please, let me know if you liked this chap!! Have a great week!!!