Anything But Normal

Part 24

April 2008

"You have to tell her Dean." Sam told Dean.

"Y'know, I thought you'd be less of a pain in the ass when you started getting laid." Dean commented.

Sam ignored him. "I thought you would've had the sense to tell her by now."

"She doesn't need to know." Dean reasoned.

"Doesn't need to know? You're gonna have me say 'By the way Dean died because he sold his sold last year. He never mentioned it because he thought you didn't need to know.' She is suspicious, Dean. She knows something is up. You have to tell her. I'm not going to break that news to her while we're planning your funeral." Sam said firmly.

Dean looked down. "She'll be okay."

"Really? She will be? Because last I checked, most people aren't okay after losing someone they love. Don't you get it, Dean? She won't be okay. Bobby won't be okay. Ellen won't be okay. I won't be okay. No one is going to be okay with you in hell. No one."

Dean looked up at his brother. "I'll tell her." he said quietly.

"Thank you." Sam let out a breath of relief.

"I'll be back later." Dean said and left.

That night, Dean and Liz were lying on the hood of the impala staring at the star filled Arizona sky. They'd just finished killing a Wendigo a couple days earlier.

"How's your hand?" Dean asked holding her bandaged left hand. The Wendigo had gotten into her pretty good.

"Fine. It's healing nicely. Probably won't even leave a scar." Liz said as she breathed in Dean's leather jacket.

In Dean's mind, he realized that she did this a lot. He decided at that moment that when he died, she would get the jacket. Sam would get the Impala.

Dean wrapped his arms around her tightly. "I have to tell you something."

"Go for it." she said happily. She was content sitting here in the middle of the desert with no one but Dean.

"I...I–Will you marry me?"

"What?" Liz shot up.

Dean sat up too. "I guess that was the wrong way to ask."

"You've never even said 'I love you' to me. Hell, you only started referring to me as your girlfriend a month ago."

"I'm not good with all the feelings crap, Lizzie. You know that."

"But you're good with the proposing marriage crap?"

"Apparently not, judging from your reaction."

"Why, Dean? Why would you want to marry me now?"

"Why not?"

"That isn't an answer."

"C'mon Lizzie. We can go to Vegas and get married. I want to be with you."

"You are with me. We don't have to get married for that to happen."

"I...I want to get married before I die."

"I'm sure you will, Dean."

"Lizzie, it has to be now. Who knows when I'm going to die?"

"Exactly, Dean. You don't know. Ever since last year you've been talking like this; saying that you want to do something before you die. I've written it off as a 'live life to the fullest' type of attitude, but it's gotten worse lately. What's going on?"

Dean sighed. "Remember last year when Sam said his injusry was from a friend who stabbed him in the back? He meant it literally. It was Jake. He cut Sam's spinal cord."

"But that would mean that Sam is dead."

"Yeah, he was...for a little while."

"You made a deal, didn't you? With a crossroads demon?"

"Yeah, I did."

"So, ten years right? Well, we still have nine years left to get out of it, and–"

"Lizzie, I didn't get ten years. I got one."

Dean waited for a reaction. He waited for her to yell at him or punch him or something. She didn't though. In a voice barely above a whisper she asked, "How long do you have left?"

"Two weeks and four days."

Liz looked like she was about to cry. She took a deep breath. Dean expected tears, but there were none. "So Vegas, huh?" she gave a small smile.

A/N: I told you I would update in two weeks! And I did! The next one should be up in two weeks. Let me know what you think!