Chapter 8

Sam stood shocked with mouth agape as he watched someone so close to him fall to the ground. Lisa stood with the smoking gun still in her hand while the other covered her mouth while Dean coughed and sputtered on the hard floor as the salty red liquid began to flow from a hole in the center of his abs. His hand wiped it as if it was a dream and he watched as the crimson drenched his palm. The world began to un focus as a fiery pain exploded inside of him and he gulped down icy air taking in the realization.

"Dean!" Elizabeth yelped kneeling down to his side to fast, and making her waver slightly as she pressed the wound. Lisa stood with the gun a look of disgust pummeling her face as a flash of milky green struck out of her body and her eyes wearily became their own warm browns again. She looked at the ghastly scene before her and threw the gun down on the floor with a look of horror stretching over her.

"I didn't mean to, I don't know what happened or what I was doing." She babbled repeatedly, dropping to the ground in a heap with her watery eyes spreading tears over her quaking palms. She hid from the action around her not wanting to see what she had done with her long, dark curls curtaining her eye sight. Elizabeth continued to press the wound in shock as soft as she could with salty tears beginning to flow over her paling cheeks as Dean moaned quietly in pain. She glanced over her shoulder to see Ben standing in the door way with pure terror dripping from his features.

"Call 911." She instructed with as calm a voice as she could manage. Sam's eyes flickered around for the ghost to reappear. His stare reached the stairs and there she was. Amy Callter stood by in a green mist without an emotion on her ghostly face. She was petite and thin, he couldn't imagine somebody so fragile could do this. Her head tilted to the side as he watched her, letting long curls bow low on her back. Then her lips cracked into a look of hatred which quickly flanked in her eyes. She stepped forward powerfully.

"Don't do this! Why are you even still her? You can move on." Sam pleaded to the un responsive woman.

"I must show others actions, what they want to do is never done. Except for on me." She peeped, her voice so small and strangled you would have thought it the wind whistling. "She killed me. All jealousy kills me and so I must get rid of it."

With those last words she vanished and the green mist hovered over the room. The mist floated by all of them, Elizabeth and Lisa too busy to notice. Ben had the phone shakily in his hand and he panicked that there was no dial tone.

"Sam, why is your brother always in the spotlight?" A hoarse voice spat in his mind, "You have the powers."

"No you're not getting me, I don't want the spot light."

"Very well there are others to choose from. It would be a boring fight anyway." Then the world was back in sharp focus and the mist was gone. Sam looked around wildly for the ghost but couldn't find her.

"He should be mine!" Lisa hissed standing with her face dry. An eerie green glow brushed off her skin. Elizabeth looked up her worriedly not wanting to leave Dean, but something snapped. Something had taken over and now rose to her surface. With eyes a deep green she looked Lisa.

"Well he isn't is he, and obviously he won't be. I'm tired of your damsel act, you can do nothing for yourself can you?"

"I can get him back!" Lisa screeched before pouncing forward. All training was thrown out the window as Elizabeth grappled on the ground with Lisa. She sent her fist straight into her nose as Lisa kneed her in the gut. She couldn't feel anything, no she was to blinded like Lisa. Blood dribbled from Lisa's most likely broken nose but she didn't even blink. They kicked wildly and sent knuckles cracking into each other in a blind panic.

"STOP!" Dean wheezed out pressing his palms into the seeping wound. The girls stared at him with wild eyes not their own. Elizabeth's eyes began to flicker back and forth as she saw the rapid paling of Dean's skin. Then they eased into their normal blues. In one fluid motion she hit the heel of her hand into Lisa's head and sent unconscious to the floor. Before jogging to Dean and taking her old position.

"And you say I don't take orders well." She teased pressing her hands into the already soaked shirt. Dean smiled weakly putting his hand over hers and staring into her deep blue eyes before the world turned black.

Author's note: I hope you are enjoying the story and series. I would really love reviews but won't force you to by threatening to not finish. Please tell me what you think of Elizabeth my match for Dean.

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