Anything But Normal
Part 15
Present Day
Sam knocked on the door to his brother's house. Dean lived in Wakefield, Massachusetts, while Sam lived less than an hour away in New Durham. Sam loved New Durham. He lived in a nice house that was right on Merrymeeting Lake. He had a great wife, Sarah, whom he loved very much along with his daughter, Jenny. He knew all of his neighbors, a white picket fence, and a life that Dean continuously teased him about.
Though Sam wouldn't point out to Dean that his life wasn't that much different. He didn't know his neighbors because his house was very out of the way. He had two acres of his own land that the house was on, so he definitely had his privacy, and no neighbors. He didn't have a fence. But he went to work everyday. He went to the company picnics and friends barbeques. He convinced people that he was normal. Sam didn't bother pointing that out to Dean, though. He knew that Dean would just deny it all, and Sam didn't care all that much.
"Hey, Sammy." Dean said as he opened the door and let his brother in, "How's it going?"
"Sarah is a bit angry, but more afraid. How about you?" Sam said as the walked into Dean's living room. The blue and white couch, love seat, and recliner chair sat on a tan carpet surrounding a wooden coffee table and facing a big screen tv (which Sam was positive Dean had picked out).
"Liz hasn't said a word since I told her this morning." Dean collapsed onto the couch.
"I told you she'd be pissed." Sam said as he sat down on the recliner.
"I know."
"I told you she should know."
"I know.
"I told you–"
"I'm so glad you aren't being an ass and rubbing the fact that you predicted all of this in my face." Dean said bitterly.
"She deserved to know, Dean. This affects her even more than it does you."
"Bitch."
"Jerk." They both smiled at their little joke.
"Uncle Sammy!" an adorable little girl with light brown hair and bright blue-green eyes came running out of the hallway into Sam's arms.
"Hey cutie." Sam hugged his niece, "You've gotten taller."
"What're you doing here?" the little girl asked.
"I am staying for dinner tonight."
"Katie," Dean said, "Wanna come with me to Antonio's to pick up the pizza?"
His daughter agreed to go as he scooped her up in his arms. The said bye to Sam and left for the car.
Sam found Liz in Katie's room, cleaning up a few of her toys. The room was a nice size. There was a small bed in the middle with a purple butterfly blanket covering it. The room was filled with assorted toys and Barbie dolls.
"Hey." Sam said as he leaned against the door frame.
"Sam," Liz gave him a big hug, "Hi."
"How are you?"
"I'm okay. You know, considering my freaky destiny to be an evil killer might still happen when I thought it ended about 14 years ago, I'm doing okay. How about you?"
"Freaking out the same way you are. I finally stopped worrying about finding Sarah pinned to the ceiling in Jenny's nursery. For the first year I wouldn't even let her check on Jenny by herself at night."
They both sat down on top of a wooden toy chest that sat against the wall. "I remember. She was so annoyed with you for that. How did she take the news?"
"She was pissed that I never said anything before. At this point, she is just scared. But she's a bit more understanding than you."
"I have good reason though! He kept this a secret when it directly affects me!" Liz said defensively.
"I know, believe me, I know. That's what I told Dean. He didn't tell you because he didn't want to get you worried, Liz. You know him. He just wants to protect you."
"But he can't protect me from this."
"He doesn't wasn't to face that. He never did with me either. You know that he was only keeping this from you because he thought it was for the best. He wasn't trying to upset you."
"I know." Liz sighed. "Sam, I can't let this hunt for the yellow-eyed demon start again. I can't raise my daughter in motel rooms, and teach her how to hunt demons. I mean, this is why Dean and I never even brought up the subject of kids until the war was over and everything was calm."
"I know. My dreams..."
"Are you getting visions again?"
"I don't know. They started out as dreams in the beginning. Lately, my dreams have been about the demon."
A tear slid down Liz's cheek as the reality of the situation began to sink in. "This can't be happening. You and Dean barely made it out alive the last time. Hell, you didn't make it out alive. This just can't be happening again."
"I know." Sam wrapped his arms around his sister in law. "We aren't going to let them grow up the way we did. I don't want the girls hunting demon, never being able to live a normal life because of this. If it really is the demon, we will stop it, we will kill it, and we will end it...again." he said firmly.
May 2007
Liz drove up to the Roadhouse and gasped at the sight that lie before her. She got out of the car and walked up to the ashes that remained of the Roadhouse. "Oh God, Ash." Liz saw the burned face of her mullet-haired friend through the rubble. It smelled like the accident had happened days ago. She saw plenty of the other hunter's bodies who had frequented the bar. Tears slid down her face as she realized that Ellen, Jo, and any other person that she'd become friends with in the past two years were also dead.
"Liz!" she heard someone call.
Liz turned around to see Ellen and Bobby walking out of a blue truck. "Oh my god. Ellen!" Liz ran up to Ellen and hugged her. "You're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine sweetie. I'm just relieved to see you weren't in there." Ellen said.
"Hey, Liz."
"Hey Bobby. It's good to see you again."
"You too. I thought we were gonna find you in there." Bobby said grimly.
"I thought the same about you."
Liz saw a black 1967 Chevy Impala pull up. "Well I'll be damned." she said.
As Sam got out of the car and shut the door, his jaw dropped.
"Sam?"
"Liz?" Sam immediately smiled and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "Ouch." he winced.
"What's wrong?"
"Back injury from our latest hunt."
"What happened?"
"Let's just say a friend stabbed me in the back."
"Literally? Alright then." Liz knew that there was a longer story, but didn't press the issue.
"Sammy, wanna introduce me to your friend?"
"Dean." Liz breathed. He was more muscular than the last time they met. His hair was gelled up, and he looked a bit scruffier.
"You've heard about me." Dean smirked in the cocky way the reminded Liz of the first time she met him.
"I don't think I need to introduce you, Dean. You two have already met."
"I think I'd remember a girl as beautiful as you." Dean kept that cocky smirk plastered on his face.
"Apparently you don't. I'll give you a hint. Werewolves and dead politics."
"Lizzie Atwood." he almost whispered. She looked different. Her hair was wavy and she had bangs. She dressed a little differently. Not as girly as she used to. She stood in a black tank top, torn jeans, and a black leather jacket.
"How've you been?" Liz asked.
"Not bad. You?"
"Been better." she said looking back at the Roadhouse.
"Did you come here a lot?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I worked here. I came after Gavin died."
"Really? Wisconsin is kinda far from LA. How'd you find it?" Dean asked.
"Your dad, John, told me about it. I'm sorry, by the way. I heard the demon got him."
"Yeah, thanks." Sam said with a strange expression.
"Hey boys, can I talk to you in private?" Bobby asked. He pulled the boys away from Liz at least a good ten yards. "How do you two know her?"
"We met her years ago in North Dakota on a case." Dean said.
"That's it?"
Sam and Dean exchanged a look. "I met her again on another case when Sam was at Stanford."
"I met her because she was Jessica's cousin."
"Jessica had hunters in her family?" Bobby questioned.
"Well she didn't know about it, but yeah." Sam answered.
"Wait, hold on a second, demon hunter? Lizzie is a demon hunter?" Dean asked, "She could barely handle a simple haunting when I last saw her."
"Liz is a damn good hunter, especially for only doing this for a few years now. I think she told me she only started about four or five years ago. I guess things have changed."
"Yeah, apparently." Dean said, surprised.
The walked back over to Liz and Ellen. "So Jo is still gone, right? She wasn't back yet?"
"No, last I heard she was in Minnesota."
"Once we get all this rubble away, we can start rebuilding." Bobby said.
"I wish. I called the insurance company. They barely cover anything." Ellen sighed.
"I'll help you rebuild it." Bobby said.
"So will we." Sam said.
And I know there are a ton of other hunters who will want to help too." Bobby said wrapping an arm around Ellen comfortingly, "Don't worry. In a few months, it'll be like nothing happened."
Late that night, Sam and Dean were in their crappy, rundown motel room that looked (and smelled) like it hadn't been cleaned up since the 1970s. "I can't believe we finally found her. When we weren't even trying." Dean said.
"I know. I was starting to think that she was one of the kids that Ava killed." Sam said.
"So how do we ask her about her powers? I mean saying 'Lizzie, we've been wondering if you have any demonic powers,' might freak her out a bit. Not to mention kill any chance I have of getting with her."
"Christ, you see the girl for the first time in 5 years, and you're already trying to hook up with her?" Sam said, exasperated.
"Yes," Dean said bluntly, "Now back to the point, how do we find out if Liz has powers?"
"Honestly? I was thinking that maybe since the Yellow Eyed Demon is dead, the powers are gone."
"You really think so?" Dean asked skeptically.
"Yeah, I mean, how can one of us lead his supposed 'army' without his orders on what to do? I think it might be over."
"Are you sure she isn't gonna go after you like Ava or anything?"
"Come on, Dean. Do you really think Liz would kill me? She was one of my best friends when I was at Stanford. Plus, the Ava thing was a whole different situation."
"Alright, but if you get another vision, we immediately talk to her."
"Fine by me."
A/N: Don't kill me! I'm sorry for not updating these past few weeks. I've been busy (gasp I have a life! Who knew?) with the new Harry Potter book (alright, not that much of a life) and my birthday (but a little bit of a life). So...Dean returned! What do you think about it?