Anything But Normal

Part 8

Liz tried to slip out of bed without waking Dean. She went over to the couch, where her bag was, to get dressed. As she finished getting dressed, she turned around to see Dean, still in bed, watching her.

"How long have you been watching me?" Liz asked.

"Not nearly as long as I wish I had." Dean grinned.

Liz blushed and smiled, "I'm gonna go get some coffee. You want some?"

"Yeah, thanks."

Liz went to grab her purse when Dean pulled her down to him and kissed her. She smiled, "I'll be back in a little bit."

As Liz walked over to the coffee shop across the street, she began to question if she should've slept with Dean. They slept together, but did that mean anything to him? Does he just expect them to be friends now? Or friends with benefits? Or maybe he wants to start dating her. She wondered if Dean had ever actually dated a girl before. Should she ask him?

There were so many questions in her mind that she wondered if sleeping with him would be a regret later on. How on earth could any good come of sleeping with a guy you barely know? How could any good come of sleeping with a guy who would be leaving town in a few days? Well, he had been the guy to save her life, on more than one occasion. He also had been the one who was going to willingly let her take the bed while he slept on the uncomfortable couch. And the sex had been amazing. Liz decided not to worry about it until later.

After Liz left, Dean decided to get out of bed and get dressed. Afterwards he took out his cell phone. It rang several times before there was an answer.

"Yeah?"

"Dad? It's Dean."

"Dean, how's the hunt?"

"A pain in the ass. There was no body in the coffin. Now we've gotta so more research today."

"We?" John questioned.

"Yeah, me and Lizzie."

"She's helping you?"

"Yeah, she wouldn't take no for an answer. She thinks that there'll be more supernatural incidents in her life, so she wants experience in hunting." Dean explained.

"Good."

"Really? You believe that there will be more things coming after her in the future?"

"I don't know, but this is her third. It's rare for people to even have one when they don't go out looking for it. So I think it's likely."

"Third? I thought it was just the werewolf and now a spirit. Where's the third?" Dean asked, confused.

"Dean, the demon killed her mother." Dean was silent. "So you don't know how much longer you're gonna be there?" John asked.

"No, I've got no idea." Dean sighed.

"Well then I'll let you get to your research. Be careful." he said sternly.

"Yes, sir." Dean said as he hung up the phone. He'd completely forgotten that Liz's mother was killed by the demon.

Liz came through the door. "Here's your coffee she said as she put both of their coffees down on the coffee table.

Dean grabbed her and kissed her passionately. Liz's body tensed she wasn't expecting it, but within seconds she relaxed and wrapped her arms around Dean's neck. When they finally pulled apart, which wasn't for quite a while, Liz asked, "What was that for?"

"I thought it was better than a normal thank you." Dean smirked.

Yes, it was definitely better than a normal thank you. Even Dean Winchester's thank you's were anything but normal.

A/N: Feedback is my cocaine. Help my addiction? Please?