Anything But Normal

Part 3

Why would she agree to be bait? John thought it might lure the werewolf. Part of her wanted to brush off John as if he were a nutcase, but she had a feeling that she shouldn't.

She roamed down the street where all the other victims had been killed. She tucked a piece of her brown hair behind her ear. She was scared to death. She was actually hoping that John and his sons were just insane. Because if they were telling the truth, that would mean that she is willingly risking her life. She knew that the guys were hiding and watching her for when the thing attacks. That didn't really do much to comfort her though.

Out of nowhere, the thing jumped her from behind and tackled her to the ground. She kicked it in the stomach in a useless attempt to stop it from hurting her. She saw someone else's foot kick it in the face, distracting it from Liz. It was Dean. He and the werewolf exchanged a few punches before the werewolf threw him down on the asphalt next to Liz.

"Hey wolf boy!" John yelled.

"You okay Lizzie?" Dean asked, as John distracted the wolf.

"I think so." Liz replied. She was physically okay. But mentally was a completely different story. The whole demons-and-werewolves-exist thing didn't really sink in completely until just then.

"Stay down." Dean told her.

The heard a gunshot and saw the werewolf drop dead and revert back to human form. "Good job, Sammy." John said, "You two okay?"

"Yeah, a few cuts and bruises, but she'll be okay." Dean said as he helped Liz off the ground.

"Oh my god." Liz gasped.

"What?" Sam asked.

"That's Jim Clarkson. He worked with my dad."

"Liz, do you know if he had anything against your dad?" John asked.

"Yeah. They were both up for the same promotion at work."

"That's probably why."

Liz was silent. "Come on, I'll drive you home." Dean said.

John drove Sam home in his truck while Dean drove Liz home in the Impala.

"I think you should probably keep quiet about this little adventure."

"Really? Cause I thought everyone at school would love to hear about me meeting demon hunters and helping them kill a werewolf. They wouldn't think I'm insane at all." Liz said sarcastically.

"You're really okay with all of this?"

"Yeah, I guess. Maybe I've watched too many sci-fi movies or maybe I have a sixth sense. But I've always thought that something like this was out there. Don't get me wrong, though. It scared the crap out of me, but it wasn't shocking to me."

"You're taking this a lot better than most people. Most of them look at my family like we're on drugs when we tell them that they could be in danger because of something supernatural. You're sure that you'll be okay?"

"For the most part I'll be fine. I mean I'll never be able to watch Buffy the same way ever again, which is slightly disappointing, but I'll get over it."

Dean smiled. "Good. Call me if you ever need anything. Okay?" Dean handed Liz his new cell phone number as they pulled up in front of her apartment building.

"Alright," Liz was about to get out of the car when she said, "Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you, for everything."

"No problem. Goodbye Lizzie."

"Bye Dean." Liz got out of the car and went up to her apartment.

That night, Liz went to bed with her windows and doors lined with salt, knowing that he life would never again be the same.

(A/N: Tell me what you think!)