Anything But Normal

Part 17

Sam got up and left to go to the bathroom. Dean and Liz were still sitting at the table talking.

"So, you know if you ever have anymore questions about what's going on or if you ever get scared and need comforting, you can call me." Dean told her.

"Geez, you don't give up, do you? I'm supposed to become a demonic, evil murder, and you'll still hit on me." Liz shook her head in disbelief.

"Hey, I was trying to be a nice guy." Dean said innocently. But the smirk on his face was far from innocent.

"Is that possible?"

"I've saved your life time and time again. You don't think I'm a nice guy?"

"Exactly." Liz said curtly.

"I'm pretty sure that wasn't what you thought when we were in North Dakota." Dean smirked.

"I'm pretty sure that's what I started thinking after you left North Dakota." Liz answered coldly.

"Why?" Dean asked, truly unsure.

"Because that was when I realized that I was the latest in a long list of one night stands." Liz picked up Dean's now empty beer bottle and threw it out.

Dean followed her behind the bar. "It's not like you didn't know I was leaving." Dean reasoned.

"You could've said goodbye, or called, or written a note. Something!" Liz yelled out in anger and frustration.

"What? Did you seriously want a long distance relationship with a hunter?" Dean asked incredulously. "Come on, Lizzie. You know that it wouldn't have worked out back then. Especially not with me."

Dean put his hand on the bar. One on either side of Liz. She was trapped.

"I didn't say that." Liz said lowly.

"It sounded like you were trying to." Dean countered.

"Why are you still trying to hit on me now, five and a half years later?"

"Maybe I want it to work out now."

"What's so different now?"

Dean sighed, frustrated. "Maybe I'm starting to realize that I can't screw around forever, Lizzie. I'm going to die one day. I don't want to die wondering if you were that girl that it would've worked out with. Hell, I've been wondering that for the last eight years, Lizzie."

Liz put a hand on his cheek. Dean leaned his head down so that his forehead was resting against hers.

"Hey Dean, we should get going." Sam said as he walked back into the room.

Liz and Dean jumped away from each other, surprised by the interruption.

"Can you just give us a few minutes, Sammy?"

"Dude, come on, we'll be back tomorrow."

"Um, we'll see you tomorrow, Lizzie." Dean said.

"Bye guys." Liz said.

Sam and Dean got into the Impala and began to drive to the cheap motel they were currently staying at.

"Stop trying to hit on Liz." Sam said bluntly.

"What?" Dean asked surprised.

"Stop trying to get with her, Dean. Just stay away from her."

"Do you have a thing for Liz? I never really thought she was your type."

"No, I don't have a thing for Liz. That's ridiculous. God, she's practically like my sister."

"I don't see the problem then." Dean said, furrowing his brow.

"Liz doesn't need anyone to sleep with her and then just ignore her for the rest of her life. You can do that with any random chick you pick up at a bar. Just not Liz. She doesn't need you as a crappy one night stand."

"First off," Dean said defensively, "I'm not crappy. I've been told that I'm amazing; mind blowing, even. Second, who said I would stay with her?" Dean decided not to inform Sam that she already was one of his one night stands...who he left...and never called...and hadn't talked to for five years at which point he was kind of forced to.

"First off, the list of girls you have stayed with more than one night is short. Actually, it only has one name."

"Don't you dare bring Cassie into this conversation." Dean said lowly. She wasn't his favorite subject. He was over her now, but she still was at the bottom of the list of things he wanted to talk about.

"Alright, sorry. Second, Dean, I know that you don't like to think about this and neither do I, but..." Sam trailed off sadly.

"Chances are in about nine months, I'll be six feet under." Dean said in a low voice.

"You know that I'm looking into everything to try and save you. But Dean, if I can't...Liz went through enough with Gavin, Dean."

"Who the hell is Gavin?"

"He was her boyfriend until she woke up to find him pinned to the ceiling. You know the rest."

"She never said anything."

"It's not like she tells anyone. I barely know anything about it. Dean, look, she has been through hell and back. And I–"

"You're just looking out for your best friend." Dean finished.

"Yeah."

"Alright." Dean sighed.

"You'll stay away from her?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah, whatever." Dean said, defeated.

A/N: Alright, I should've posted this awhile ago, but I got caught up with life. And I've been trying to embrace my last few days of freedom before school starts. So...what did you all think? You didn't think that I was gonna let Liz and Dean get together that easily, did you? It's short, I know. But technically this was supposed to be part of the last chapter, but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting forever. So yeah...please review!