Anything But Normal

Part 7

"What the hell do you mean there's no body?"

"I mean there's no body. Empty casket." Dean climbed out of the grave.

"Why would anyone bury an empty casket?" Liz asked.

"I don't know. Closure or something." Dean shrugged. He didn't really get it either.

"So what happened in the first place? They said he died of natural causes. Why wouldn't they put his body in the casket?"

"I don't know. We must've missed something." Dean said.

"The library's closed." Liz said checking her watch. It was 3 in the morning.

"Yeah, I know. Look, I...I don't think it's safe for you to stay in your apartment. I want you to stay at my motel room."

Liz hesitated, "Dean, I can't–"

"I'm not trying to get in your pants. 'Your apartment is haunted and you'll probably die in your sleep if you stay there. Come stay with me at the motel.' isn't the best pick up line. Believe me, I have much better ones."

"Alright. As long as you don't try anything funny."

"Scout's honor." Dean said. Liz doubted that he was ever a boy scout.

Liz had gone back to her apartment for five minutes just to get a change of clothes. She narrowly escaped a glass being thrown at her.

Now she was in Dean's motel room wearing a fitted blue tank top and black pajama pants.

"Alright," Dean said coming out of the bathroom in his black boxers and white t-shirt, "I get the couch, you get the bed."

"Dean, do you do this for all the people you help?" Liz asked.

"No, I have to say you're the first."

"Why?"

"I'm trying to keep you safe. That's all." Dean said.

Liz walked over to the couch where Dean was getting ready for bed. She pressed her lips against his. "Thank you." she said.

"It's my job. It's not a big deal." Dean said.

"It is to me." Liz said.

Two voices in the back of his head were arguing. Voice number one said not to get involved. He'd be gone within a day or two. He had to get back to his dad. Voice number two was telling him to throw her down on the bed and do everything he wanted to do to Liz since the day he tried hitting on her in the coffee shop.

"I thought you said no funny stuff." Dean said. He was still deciding which voice would win.

"Sometimes I like funny." That was the reply that made voice number two win. Dean gabbed her face and kissed her while Liz pushed him down onto the bed.

A/N: Well, they got together. Too soon? I was debating that the whole time I was writing the chapter. Tell me what you think. :)