Part 29
Liz knocked on the motel room door. Every second that passed felt like hours. What was the emergency? Why wasn't it safe to call? Why was it better for her to be here than protecting her daughter? Thousands of thoughts flooded Liz's mind in the ten seconds it took for the door to open.
Sam stood there in a bloodied shirt and ripped jeans. Liz could see the stitches that ran through his cheek. "God, Sam."
"Hey Liz," he smiled and wrapped his arms around her. Liz could feel him wince in pain.
"Sorry."
"Don't be, we missed you."
Speaking of 'we,' where's my husband?" Liz asked as she entered the motel room.
"Hot chocolate run."
"He hates hot chocolate."
"He said you loved it."
Liz smiled. It was the apocalypse and he was buying her hot chocolate.
"What happened to you?" Liz sat down on the bed while Sam remained standing.
"Got the crap beat out of me."
"Well no shit."
"Let's wait for Dean to explain that."
Dean walked in about 5 minutes later with a box of hot chocolate mix. He looked to Sam. "I don't think I was followed, but salt everything just in case. I swear if that girl don't get here soon, I'm gonna—"
"You're gonna what? Kill me? Because I thought we were trying to prevent that." Liz stood in the doorway of the bathroom.
Dean looked over to her. "You're really…you're here. It is you, right?" Dean had that look, a look that only Liz and Sam could recognize. He eyes were wide with a look of shock and fear. He was being cautious.
"What happened? Why are you afraid?" Liz asked.
Dean shook his head. "It's not important." He took her face into his hands and kissed her.
"How's Katie?"
"She misses her dad. I miss him too."
"I'm sorry," he sighed.
"Why?"
"You have to go through this. I shouldn't be here. I should be at home with my girls."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just don't like leaving you."
"I know that, but you've never apologized for it. You made it very clear a long time ago that you are who you are. You make no apologies for it. Why now?"
"Bobby's been looking at supernatural occurrences all over the place. There have been omens…bad omens." Sam said.
"Okay. What are they pointing to? What are they foreshadowing?" Liz asked.
"They're all a little different, but at the end of it, they're still saying the same thing: The world is
ending. The heroes will die." Dean told her.
"There are prophecies," Sam said.
"She doesn't need to know about them, Sam," Dean said.
"Yes she does. They're about her, Dean. You can't protect her from this."
"Tell me," Liz demanded.
"The prophecy talks about hybrids of demons and humans," Dean started.
"A human with demon blood…like us," Liz said.
"Maybe. It talks about how the hybrids will divide. There will be those that join the Light and those that succumb to the Darkness," Dean continued.
"And?"
"And the Dark will swallow the light. It goes on about how the demon side is stronger," Sam finished.
Liz looked from Sam to Dean. Sam was angry. He'd spent so long fighting this just to be told he couldn't. Dean, well, he was vulnerable. He was just told that he'd lose the people who were his entire world. He wasn't the cocky, suave Dean she often saw.
So we fight," Liz said.
"If we—" Sam started.
"We fight." Liz said. There was a tone of finality in her voice that was undeniable.
"Okay. We fight." Dean said.
AN: Reviews are always appreciated.