Anything But Normal

Part 4

"Bye, Liz. I'll call you tomorrow." Tessa said.

"Bye. Thanks again." Liz said as her friend closed the door to her new apartment.

Tessa had helped Liz move in. It was a small one bedroom apartment, but it was affordable. Liz went over to the closet to take out the box that she'd hidden from Tessa. She had no choice but to hide it. Liz was fairly sure that Tessa would have a lot of questions if she saw a box full of guns, knives, rock salt, and holy water. Though she'd never used them, she felt safer with them.

She went to get something to open the box with when she heard her stereo blasting Bon Jovi's new song 'Everyday.'

Liz jumped. How had it turned on? She didn't even plug it in yet. Her hand reached for the .45 in her back pocket. She quickly got a knife from the kitchen to open the box. She pulled out a shot gun and loaded it with rock salt. She slowly entered her bedroom, where the stereo was, with her gun raised. Liz didn't see anyone or anything. She lowered the gun and unplugged the stereo.

Liz walked back into her living room to see the television turn on and start flipping through channels on its own. She raised the gun again and gripped it tightly. Her heart was pounding.

She saw yellow post-its start to move by themselves to random places. She saw the figure of a man. She shot at it, but it disappeared too quickly.

She took out her address book and went to the last page. This was the page withy emergency numbers; Police Department, Fire Department, Hospital...and demon hunters.

Liz dialed the last number and it went straight to voicemail. "Hey, Dean. This is Liz Atwood. About three years ago you killed the werewolf that killed my dad and brother. You said to call if I ever needed anything, and I'm taking you up on that offer. I think my apartment is haunted. Just come as soon as you can." Liz gave her address and hung up the phone. She prayed that he would come soon.

Seattle, Washington

Dean hung up the phone after listening to his voicemail. He and John had just finished a job and were packing to leave.

"Dad, I don't think I can go to Atlanta with you."

"What the hell do you mean? 'You don't think you can go?' Where the hell are you gonna go?" John demanded.

"Remember the werewolf job in North Dakota we did a few years ago? The girl who we used as bait, Lizzie Atwood, just called me."

"You're leaving a job to get laid, Dean? Come on, what the hell are you thinking?" John scolded him.

"That's not it. Lizzie just called me because she thinks her apartment is haunted."

"Dean, you've never been on a hunt by yourself."

"I'm 22 years old, Dad. I've been doing this since I was a kid. You taught me. I know what I'm doing."

"You'll be careful?" John questioned.

"Yes, sir."

"You won't do anything stupid?"

"No, sir."

"You'll check in with me every few days?"

"Yes, sir."

"Alright. Call me if you need any help."

Dean smiled as he finished packing. His dad had kept a close eye on him, especially since Sam left a few months ago to go to Stanford.

Dean said goodbye to his dad and went out the door. John sighed. He knew that his son could handle the job on his own. He just hoped that Dean wouldn't want to go on his own permanently.

A/N: Tell me what you thought! I love feedback! Here's a little challenge: If three people pick up the references (there are two or three) to one of Jensen Ackles's other projects (besides Supernatural) then I'll update sometime during the middle of the week and next weekend. L8R, Nikki