Chapter 2

Dean stood stiffly after a few moments and left the cold tile bathroom. Memories reeled through his mind as he thought of Lisa. But they dispersed when he looked down at Elizabeth's sleeping form. She stretched across the bed with her hand pressed under the pillow, where he knew a knife rested in her palm. That's why Lisa and him had had to part and why he was with Elizabeth. She slept soundlessly under his gaze with a slightly gaping mouth. Her honey blond hair tumbling around her face and resting gently on her pale skin. He cranked on the radio and laughed hoarsely as Sam jolted up with crazy hair.

"You Jerk!" he yelled before practically falling out of the bed before coming to his full towering height. Dean's laugh died off as the music continued and Elizabeth still didn't stir. He prodded her with a muscular finger. She murmured something under her breath before pressing her face into the mattress.

"Come on, wakey wakey sleeping beauty." Dean coaxed rocking the sleeping girl. She rolled straight off the bed went sprawling to the floor still completely asleep. "And you're a hunter."

She nestled into the dusty carpet and left her limbs askew over the rough surface.

"Dean let me try." Sam tried walking closer to the Elizabeth and snickering a bit. "Elizabeth! Dean is hitting on a girl he met at the bar!"

With eyes still sealed she struck her heel into Dean's calve and brought him to his knees slamming her palm to his chest and bringing him down on his back, her eyes still low as she yawned over him.

"Sam!" Dean yelped unable to move under Elizabeth's hard grasp.

"It woke her up didn't it." Sam chuckled watching the scene.

"Oh, sorry." Elizabeth mumbled rolling off Dean and shuffling to her feet before helping Dean to his.

"You are really a sound sleeper." Dean choked out straightening his tee shirt.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Elizabeth mumbled through her stretch as she pushed back her thick hair.

"I would have figured something out."

"What did you want anyway?"

"We have a job."

"Where?" Sam piped already tossing clothes into his duffel bag.

"In Lisa's neighborhood."

"How do you know?"

"She called."

"Who's Lisa?" Elizabeth inserted popping her head into the brother's tense view.

"Old girlfriend." Dean explained worriedly looking over Elizabeth's face for any sign of emotion.

"Alright, so what is it?" She questioned with a shrug. Dean let confusion flash over his features until relief flooded him.

"I don't know. She said that people in her neighborhood had been killing each other over stuff like purses and who their child rode with."

"How far away is it?" Elizabeth asked starting to round up her stuff.

"About three hours I think."

"By your driving or the state limit." Elizabeth snickered pausing over her bag with a grin on her face.

"Haha you are hilarious." Dean teased starting to grab his already packed duffel bag before throwing it over his shoulder and shuffling out to his car. Elizabeth continued to toss her clothes into the bag and grabbing her knife from under the pillow, fingering it for a second before shoving it in her bag.

"You sure you're okay with this?" Sam questioned striding across the small hotel room.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well you know…awkward."

"Sam I doubt there is a way I could go through life and not meet one Dean's ex-girlfriends."

"Yeah, but he was closer to Lisa then his others."

"Sammy, do I seem like the type of girl to get super jealous over the fact that some girl named Lisa ,that Dean used to date, needs her butt saved."

"No, you don't."

"Then let it go. Maybe you're the jealous one." Elizabeth teased before strutting to the bathroom to change. Sam chuckled softly before picking up his bag and heading out to the car.

Once inside the sanctum of the bathroom Elizabeth got dressed and ran a brush through her hair. She tugged on jean shorts and a blue tank top before grabbing her hoodie in her arms and resting sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. She took a minute to breathe heavily and run over the facts in her mind.

1. Dean's old girlfriend needed help

2. They had been really close apparently

3. Sam thought she should be jealous

4. Dean thought she was going to be jealous

5. She was pretending she didn't care

She knew Dean wasn't going to go running back head first to this ex. But still nerves bit at the lining of her veins and acid burned the inside of her stomach making a deep cringe flicker over her lips. This was a hut however, so she had to put these facts behind her. With that she crumbled the imaginary list and stalked out of the bathroom to meet the brothers at the beloved impala. Dean leaned against the driver side of the impala and wound his arms over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently. Elizabeth stepped out of the rundown hotel room, man she was gorgeous. Her hair flew out behind her and he knew that her eyes were scanning the area behind those tinted sunglasses. She closed the gap between them and tossed her bag in the trunk along with the accumulating pile of weapons. She slid her sunglasses up onto her head and gaze a short peck on Dean's lips before sliding into the back seat.

"Took you long enough." Dean teased while closing the door gently behind her and clambering into his own seat. Sam sat in the passenger seat with the laptop balanced on his thighs, staring intently at the dimly radiating screen.

"It takes you longer to do your hair than me, mister hundred products." Elizabeth defended poking her head in between the two front seats as Dean brought the impala to life with a low rumble.

"Does not, and at least I wake up in the a.m." Dean spat furrowing his eyebrows at her and finishing with a charming grin before backing out of the crumbled down parking lot.

"I wake up in the a.m. just the late a.m." Elizabeth mumbled falling back into her seat and stretching her long legs across the entire back seat with shoes pressed into the doorframe.

"Sure you do, and I just wake up looking this amazing." Dean teased with a charming smile staring at her through the rear view mirror. Her warm blue eyes peered back at her with a smirk cracking on her soft pink lips. Dean grin spread wider and he waggled his eyebrows.

"Well, it does take you a long time."

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment because you just admitted I look amazing or be hurt by that comment."

"Oh did I dent your ego." She soothed leaning closer and pressing her slender fingers into his muscular shoulder, "Poor baby."

"It would take a semi to do that." Sam mocked from the passenger seat not even letting his pupils flicker away from the screen covered in tiny print.

"I do recall being hit by a semi, Sammy." Dean defended looking back to the road with a wide grin spreading over his lips, "My ego is still intact."

"Let's just get this drive over with." Sam groaned rolling back his shoulders and twisting his neck with a side glance over to his brother.

"Are you implying this isn't fun?" Dean chuckled, he didn't get a response instead Elizabeth reached from the back seat and cranked up the radio. Rock and roll smashed into their ears but Elizabeth and Dean smiled widely at the sound. Sam winced with the beats only making the other two's grins grow wider. Yep, this was going to be a fun ride.