A/N: Own nothing about Supernatural

Chapter 8 – Promising Situations

Marie could perfectly feel each and every of Dean's muscles as she cleaned the wounds on his bare back with his wet shirt on her hands, sliding the piece of fabric gently from one wound to another, taking her time…slowly caressing his skin. "Naughty thoughts? Get a clue Marie!! He's hurt!" She thought as his muscles tensed in a sculptured way. He looked so calm and serene, hiding the pain so bravely. Yet she could feel his sex appeal emanating like a perfume, a sweet, teasing perfume. It couldn't be that evil, to have those thoughts, if the temptation was so great. It had been such a long time since she had the chance to appreciate that kinda view.

Dean was… well being Dean. She was not the only one enjoying the wet piece of fabric. That cool water sliding so softly through his back…was nothing like any other person that ever cleaned his wounds. Not even the nurses. She had a light touch, soft like cotton; and warm skin, so warm he could feel it even through the freezing breeze inside that place. A part of him felt guilty. Sam was somewhere and he had no idea if he was ok or not. However, he didn't rush Marie. Dean's life was always so busy, so fast. Sometimes he felt like he had no time to just stop and breathe, and figure out where he is, or what's happening to his life. Really happening.

He felt like his days were a big blur that flashed before his eyes like a bad movie. He woke up every single time with that same tight feeling crushing his chest. Fear. He feared for his brother and himself. The battle they were into. Good old battle of good versus evil. In this case, his brother was trying to remain good and he was making sure of it.
So yeah, now and then he wanted to stop and see something else beyond that blur, and actually feel something, breathe, put his thoughts together.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" "Jeez, did I really just ask that?" She frowned after listening to her own question that popped from her mouth almost automatically. After all, he was guy, and she was only human.

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" How do you feel Sam? I know that even a good boy like you, can't resist the excitement of having the destiny of someone's life in your hand. The adrenaline, the power. It's an aphrodisiac"! Liz's voice echoed inside Sam's head, not so childishly anymore. She sounded like a grown woman. A merciless grown woman. She was without a doubt,
enjoying that situation.

"No, no, no. No! It's not. I'm not a monster! I won't let you do this!" He said more to himself. Liz was a damn powerful ghost. He hated the fact that he no longer had control over his actions. He'd been possessed before and it hadn't been a fun ride. Sam's despair grew each second. To have someone's pulse on your hands was not so different from tearing the person apart just to hold a beating heart and watch it stop. It was a slight feeling with a rhythm against Sam's skin.

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Marie's question brought Dean back from his deep thoughts with a smile.
"You get straight to the point uh? I don't blame you". He replied with the best grin he could have offered that day. Dean was doing his best to hide the pain. Nothing better than a huge, spontaneous grin to say you were ok, if you weren't.

"A little cocky aren't we?" She answered back, already regretting being so straight forward. She was never able to hide her feelings let alone hold her tongue. Living in a farm was something she really liked. But the lack of options, for men of course, was the only bad side of living far from civilization.

"Hey, you asked". Dean replied joking.
"True". Marie thought, but no woman she knew would give in to a simple question. "Just making conversation. So…do you?" "Again? Cut off my tongue please!" Marie bit her lower lips.

"Do you?" Dean teased avoiding the question. What would he say? The typical lie he used on girls? No rock star would have a reason to be tied up as he was when she found him, so that lie went to the pooper. He could say he's not the kind of guy who dates; the girlfriends would have a tendency to get killed or…think he was a mad man… if he was lucky.

"I asked first". She said in a sweet, innocent way, with a naughty look.

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His fingers were locked around her old neck. She didn't even have power to struggle.
A burning sensation began inside his chest. He wanted to scream, as loud as his lungs would allow. It didn't matter if that woman had been good or evil in her life. He was murdering someone, he was conscious about it and it was taking forever.

"Stop it! Get out of me!! Get out!" He was shouting, Liz was laughing. Laughing in a delicious, satisfactory way, enjoying his agony.

"Come on Sam. You're stuck while I'm here and I won't let go until this woman lets out her very last breath, so try to have fun".

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"Do you always ask these kinda questions to people you've recently met?" Dean teased a bit more.
"That's how you get to know people". She said offering him a smile and pressed the piece of fabric a little harder on one of his wounds making Dean wince.

"Hey". He complained. What was she doing? Asking for war or something?
"Oops, my bad". She said as if that had actually been an accident, with some grace, and jokingly. Girls had that charm. Good for them.
Dean got up abruptly and looked at Marie. His eyes fixed with hers. "Oops my ass. You did it on purpose".
She gave him an innocent look. "Are you always that ungrateful to people who save your ass?"
"Only to the ones who hurt me again right after". He replied, but couldn't hold his grin. He was still in pain, but Marie was great with distracting.

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Sam began a battle against himself. His fingers were as hard as the fingers of a dead body, they wouldn't budge.
"Come on". He thought, using all the strength he had. Liz's laugh kept echoing none stop, mocking his futile try.

"Liz". Rose's hoarse voice came out. "Please". She pleaded. Her throat was closing little by little, her pipes getting crushed in a slow torture.

"Listen Sam, her pathetic try to save herself. I've heard those pleas for so many years. All those boys, pleading to me. And I felt like a Goddess. It was up to me if they were gonna live or not. Sometimes I made them believe they would live just to mess with their minds".


"Just shut the fuck up!" Sam was focusing very hard, making a huge effort to either get slight control of his fingers or get rid of Liz, which was a very tiny possibility to achieve on his own. If Dean was hurt, then they were really screwed.

Liz, using Sam's body placed one of Rose's almost lifeless hand on Sam's chest, so she could feel his heart beat. "My heart beats through Sam's. The heart you made sure to stop years ago. Cut the 'please' crap, it's not fooling anyone".

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"You know, my brother is somewhere around here. I'd better go look for him. He's a trouble magnet". Dean replied looking for a shit to wear. Then remembered he had none. Rain, cold and no shirt. What else could go wrong that day: Better not ask, this question only brought more bad luck.

"You have a brother? Why didn't you say so? I'd have sped up a little so we could go find him!" She lectured Dean. In spite of getting in the far by mere curiosity, she was aware of the legends about the place. Dangerous legends which she didn't exactly believe, until she found Dean. .

"I can't help my bro if I'm bleeding to death. Chill. We're going now". Dean himself felt unease about taking so long, but as he had said, it's quite hard to help someone if you're dying. Besides, he didn't know if Sam was indeed in trouble or not. It was just a good guess considering their 'normal life'.

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Rose felt Sam's heartbeat and found Liz's angry look into Sam's eyes. For Liz, that bloody past wasn't water under a bridge. Rose always prayed, as ironical as that might sound, for the past not to come back to bite her in the ass. Liz's bones were underground, but her spirit was well alive in her memory and speaking through Sam.

"Liz" She said again. This time, in a sweet way. As if she was talking to her little Liz, when she was still innocent, she was just a little girl.

"Let her go Liz!" Sam shouted when he saw the expression on Rose's face. He'd seen that before. She was accepting her death, a small price to pay, for taking her daughter's life.

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Dean opened the door that seemed to him, he had passed through a week ago, even though it had been probably just that night. The sky was still dark, but sunrise shouldn't take so long. The rain was beginning to actually scare him because it hadn't stopped or slowed down.

"Great, I have no shirt, it's damn cold and this damn rain won't give a break". He complained feeling sorry for his fresh wounds that had been so nicely clean. Maybe the cold water would help numb the pain. Hopefully. Marie followed him not caring as much. As a farm girl she was used to walking under rain and mud. It wasn't pleasant but it wasn't the worst thing ever. Men were always such big babies.

"Dean, I gotta ask. What the hell happened to you? I mean, your brother might be just as hurt". She worried. The sight she had with Dean had been such a shock, she even forgot to ask how all that mess had happened.

"Umm… you know, you won't believe me if I tell you and I don't have time to explain or to convince you I'm not crazy". Dean said walking as fast as his body allowed him to, heading toward the house. If Sam wasn't back there then he'd go to the direction Sam had headed earlier. But not without getting a very good explanation from Rose first.

"What do you mean I won't believe you?" She grabbed Dean's arm. "Dean, you were just recovering consciousness. What happened?"

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"That's right mom. We're about to get even" Liz said also making a huge effort to keep Sam's fingers the way they were. Sam was fighting very hard.

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"I'll explain later, I promise". Dean said jerking his arm free, and kept walking fast with Marie following just as fast but not before letting out a sigh. Score for her, a mysterious guy in a dangerous farm. That was just getting better and better.

The rain fell furiously over Dean's bare chest and back, freezing him to his bones. At least it was numbing the pain a little.

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"Hang on Rose". Sam said thinking he was gonna be able to take control back before it was too late. Rose was on her knees now, barely conscious. To hang someone using a hand wasn't exactly like in the movies. It took longer to kill them; it wasn't a matter of seconds. In Sam's case, it seemed to be taking a freaking eternity. He didn't know if he should be grateful for that or not.

"You're about to feel something unique, and nothing else will compare to this". Liz said. She was getting what she wanted, a slow, claustrophobic death to her killer. She just had waited so long for that. Sam tried to ignore the constant annoyance. He already felt guilty enough, that was pretty unique to him as well; he didn't need any other unique feelings.

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"The house is right over there. Pick up your pace!" Dean shouted looking behind his shoulders to warn Marie as he started walking faster, almost running. His feet were sliding on the muddy floor, but that didn't keep him from going quickly. He was feeling his chest so tight, as if a knot had suddenly formed in there, making him regret the minutes he took before. He could feel something was wrong.

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"No!! Come on!!" Sam pleaded. "Liz, she's … she's…let go now!" Sam barely felt a pulse. It was too damn thin.

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"Finally!" Dean said when he had the sight of the old front door. He went from walking fast to running. A quick run seemed to make him comfortable, make him believe he wouldn't be too late for whatever his guts were warning him about.

Even though they were both breathless, Dean didn't wait to catch his breath or asked if Marie needed a few seconds to do so.

"Stay behind me at all times!" Dean said as he opened old front door.

"Why? What's in there?" Marie asked. She wanted to cooperate, but getting in blindly in an old house with a strange dude was exactly what happened in scary movies, and the naïve girl always died, she wasn't feeling like playing the role of the naïve girl.

"Let's say, most rumors you must have heard about this farm, are true. I can't help anyone if I have to worry about you. I mean, you can't go all Indiana Jones in there to save the day, it's not an adventure. It's not like in the movies". Dean said seriously.

"You mean the ghost?" Marie confirmed what she had heard.

"Yeah; a sexy ghost that seduces men". Sexy for a while at least.

"A sexy ghost?" Marie made sure she really had heard that. Was he making fun of her or something?

"At first she was". Dean defended himself. "Can we talk about this later?" The situation was just a tiny bit urgent.

"Fine, but you have tons to explain later". She replied letting out a unhappy sigh.

"Fair enough".

Dean took a deep breath, got some distance and rudely kicked the door opened, getting in without hesitate, Marie followed.

Dean saw his little brother, who looked at him right away as the door was busted opened. Rose's body was pretty much limp, being held up only by Sam's hands. A gun was lying on the floor, unused. Dean's gun had been taken away. Things seemed very promising.

"Sammy?" Dean asked apprehensively, though he already knew that wasn't Sam, again.

"Shit!!!" Liz's voice echoed inside Sam's mind. Sam felt his fingers opening, one by one, like magic, letting Rose fragile body fall on the floor. He wasn't sure if there was any breathe left inside her, but he wanted to believe there was.

"Dean, thank God!" Sam thought with relief.

"That's your brother?" Marie asked confused and a little afraid. It didn't seem to her like he was exactly in any danger.

"Guess again sweetheart". She said through him, answering the strange girl's question with a wicked smile.

"And you". She said pointing Dean. "You were supposed to be in the slaughter house, waiting for me". She said with a naughty look. Not the naughty Dean liked.

"Dean?" Marie insisted.

"That's not exactly Sam". Dean said analyzing the situation. A gun on the floor, a probable dead woman who'd no longer able to answer questions and his bro possessed once again. Oh and an innocent girl to protect standing behind him. Odds weren't good.

"Don't be so sure Dean, it's nice to be flesh and blood again, after so many years". Possessing wasn't exactly specific for demons. Liz was one powerful ghost.

"Get your dead ass out my brother Liz". Dean's voice could come out quite threatening when the subject was Sam. Marie sensed just how serious the situation was. She wasn't sure if she was understanding what was happening, but she could feel in her guts, that wouldn't be piece of cake. And even more, that she should have gone home and watched a movie after all.

"Or what?" Liz defied.

TBC…

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