Anything But Normal

Part 21

Liz had woken up an hour ago, but the boys didn't know. She was keeping her eyes closed in hopes that she would wake up to find that it was all a dream. Her powers, her destiny, her life even. It would've been easier. She could've stayed in North Dakota. She'd probably be running the café and finishing her last year of college. Liz was only half listening to Sam and Dean's conversation.

"That bullet should've killed me, Sam."

"Maybe the gun backfired. Or maybe it's the deal." Sam suggested optimistically.

"You actually think it's a port of the deal? I can't die off schedule? Hell, that would make her job easier. I doubt his gun backfired. Gordon would make sure that nothing like that would go wrong. He's a dick, but he isn't stupid."

"What are you saying then, Dean? Do you think something else killed him?" Sam questioned.

Dean glanced at Liz. "I don't know."

Sam caught Dean's glance. "You seriously think Liz would kill him?" Sam furrowed his brow.

"Yeah, maybe." Dean said weakly. It wasn't something he wanted to admit.

"Should would never kill a person Dean. She was barely conscious. She wouldn't be able to focus her powers clearly."

"Exactly." Liz said, finally opening her eyes.

Sam and Dean whipped their heads around at the sound of her voice. "You're awake." Sam stated.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Dean said, "Exactly what?"

"I couldn't focus my powers. Cordon would've killed you. It was instinct. I was just trying to get the bullet away from you. I was practically seeing two of everything. I couldn't focus. I didn't intentionally hit him." Liz said, trying not to cry.

All three were silent for quite a few minutes. Eventually, Dean walked over to Liz. "You should try to go back to sleep and get some rest. You lost a lot of blood."

Liz nodded and easily fell back asleep. However she was awakened a few hours later by cool hands on her abdomen. He eyes snapped open. To her relief it was only Dean. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just have to change your bandages."

"Oh, thanks." Liz muttered. She saw that it was 3 am and Sam was in his bed. "So why are you still awake."

"Couldn't sleep."

"So what's the damage on my stomach?" Liz asked.

"It isn't too deep. You're gonna have a scar, and Sam had to give you some stitches, but it could've been a lot worse." Dean informed her as he covered her abdomen in gauze.

"You guys could've just brought me to a hospital."

"We were going to but we knew they'd ask you too many questions. We couldn't pretend to just have found you and not know you. Then we knew that they'd question you about what happened. We were afraid that you'd be medication when they asked you what happened and you'd tell them. Then you'd..." Dean trailed off.

"Then I'd go to prison for murder." Liz grimaced.

"Yeah, that. The important thing is that you're okay. We weren't sure for a while there." Dean said with a concern in his voice that Liz wasn't used to hearing.

"What did you do with the body?" Liz asked in a quiet, timid voice.

"I drove the car he stole to the park at the edge of town and left him in the driver's seat. Sam gave an anonymous tip to the cops a couple hours ago." Dean said grimly. He's never faked a man's suicide before. But it didn't feel wrong. It should've, but it didn't. It felt justified. That scared Dean.

Dean finished changing the bandages. "Alright, you're good. You should probably go back to sleep." Dean turned to go back to the couch.

"Dean, wait." Liz said.

"What is it?"

"You can sleep in bed with me if you want to. It's gotta be more comfortable than the couch."

Dean contemplated for a minute. Then he slid into bed beside her. Dean had believed at the time that Liz was just being considerate, but the truth was that Liz didn't want to be alone that night. Even after finding out that she could turn evil, nearly being slaughtered, and killing a man, she could still sleep next to Dean Winchester and feel completely safe. Something that she'd severely missed.

The next day, Dean drove Liz back to her apartment. They were at her door. "Thanks again, Dean, for everything." Liz said gratefully.

Dean ignored the thanks. He had to ask something that he'd been wondering about since Liz killed Gordon. "Why? Why would you kill him instead of letting me die?"

"You don't deserve to die, Dean." Liz said solemnly.

"How do you know?"

"I know that you basically gave up your childhood to raise Sam. You couldn't be a regular kid because John was training you to be a hunter. You've spent at least half your life saving people, Dean. It's about time you needed some saving."

"That's really what went through your head?"

"No, the only thing I was thinking about was that you're one of the best guys I know. I'll have far too many regrets if I let you die. But the saving you speech sounded a lot better." Liz admitted.

"What would one of those regrets be?" Dean questioned.

"Not telling you that the other night at the Roadhouse, I was going to say yes." Liz said in a voice just above a whisper. She stood up on her toes and tilted Dean's head down. She pressed her lips against his.

Dean pulled away. "Damn, I forgot how good you were at that." he breathed.

"Does that mean you'll come in and stay a while?" Liz smiled coyly.

"Definitely." Dean smiled and kissed her again.

A/N: There it is. Finally! I've been trying to finish up this chapter forever. You guys should get your next update just before New Years, provided everything goes according to plan. I hope all the jewish readers had a lovely Hanukkah. I hope everyone else has a lovely Christmas and Kwanza. Or if you're like me, Happy Christmukkah! Or if you don't belong to a religion, Happy December! ;) Tell me what you think of this chapter! Tell me anything. Complaints, compliments, suggestions. I'm a feedback whore, alright? It's like my cocaine. I need it!!!!!