Preternatural

A Supernatural Story

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Chapter 3: Killing Time

Dean felt something on his face. His head was in immense pain. He couldn't remember what had happened, not entirely. He searched his memories...Ah, he walked up to Dad and Lizzie talking, he made a sarcastic comment, not one of his best, but-she turned to face him and she was the girl from the bar, the one he couldn't get out of his head. Dean resisted his gag reflex. God, he was sick. Why in the hell didn't he see it before? Of course the only hot girl he was actually interested in was the one girl in the entire world who hated his guts. He raised his hand to rub his forehead, but touched a soft hand there instead. A hand holding a damp towel. He clasped the wrist attached to that hand and opened his eyes. It was Liz. "What are you doing?" He asked in a flat tone.

"Dad told me to wipe the blood off." She said quietly. He let go of her hand and sat up.

"What did I hit hard enough to bleed?" He asked looking into her hazel blue eyes. She looked him straight in the eye, with no emotion.

"My fist." She got up and took the bowl of water with her. It took Dean a second to take that in. She'd gotten tough. Lizzie turned to face him. "I'm sorry I hit you. I shouldn't have-but, it was kind of the first reaction I could think of." She said it flat, matter-of-fact tone, like it wasn't that big of a deal to her.

"Its fine. When did you get so strong?" Dean asked. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. What was wrong with him? His eyes trailed up her smooth porcelain arms, her white neck, her pink lips...STOP IT!

"I had to. Demons aren't easy to kill." She replied. She turned to look at him. "Why didn't you tell me who you were?" She demanded.

"What? Like I knew that it was you! If I had known then I wouldn't have-"

"Wouldn't have what? Hit on me? You're a sad, sick son of a bitch!" She spat at him.

"Me? What about you? You were the one that approached me, Elizabeth. You were the one that hit on me, first! If anyone here is sad and sick its you!" He got up angrily and walked closer to her.

"I was trying to get some gas money so I could come see your sorry ass! If I had known what a stupid asshole you really were, I wouldn't have bothered." Lizzie turned to leave, but he caught her arm.

"I'm an asshole? What about you, princess? The first time I even see you in 7 years and I get greeted by a punch in the face. Or should it be a slap? You acted all interested the other night, then turned around and ignored me the rest of the night." Dean growled.

Liz didn't struggle against his arm, but she did get closer to him. "I'm sorry that I bruised your ego by not sleeping with you, but hey, after how it turned out, I'm glad that I didn't give you the time of day. I would have to kill myself for sleeping with a pathetic, insignificant-" Liz stopped when they heard a crash outside and several people screaming. They ran outside, side by side, to their father who was watching the lake, fear written on his face. "Dad, what happened?" Liz asked while Dean tried to catch his breath.

"Danni was playing by the lake-something grabbed her-" Dad started to say.

Liz looked out at the lake, fear clear on her face. "Danni-" She ran towards the lake, shredding her clothes, completely unaware that Dean was behind her, following suit. They both dived into the lake. Liz signaled Dean to go one way and she would go the other. He nodded and they swam in their directions. Liz could hear splashing and she went up for air. "Danni!" She screamed. In the center of the lake, Danielle struggled against the demon pulling her under. Dean came up for air and Liz pointed to the middle of the lake. He nodded and they both dived and began to swim furiously towards their sister. Liz pulled her knife out of her boot and saw the demon. She swam faster, no sign of Dean anywhere. She swam up to the demon. It was green, scaly, and looked like a comic book fish boy. It held onto Danni. When it saw Liz, it let the girl go and she swam to the surface. The demon lunged at Liz but she swam away. It chased her, but she knew that it hadn't noticed the knife. When it came at her again, she was ready and turned to face it. She tried to stab it, but it took the knife from her and threw it away. It grabbed her around the throat and squeezed her air out. She took in a gulp of water, then began to choke.

Dean saw Danni come up to the surface and swam her to shore. "Lizzie-" She coughed. "She's still down there." Dean nodded and ran back to the lake. He reached her in just as she floated, lifelessly in the water. He pulled out his .45 and shot the demon. He watched as the demon turned to ash and he swam to Lizzie. He wrapped his arm around her and used the other to take them to the surface. He took air into his lungs, but noticed that Liz didn't. He began to worry about her as they swam back to the shore. He pulled her up and tilted her head back. He plugged her nose, opened her mouth, and breathed into her lungs. One 1,000, two 1,000. He counted as he pumped her chest. He breathed into her again. Three 1,000, four 1,000. He pumped her chest again. He put his ear to her mouth and could hear a gargle. He breathed into her lungs and she began to choke. He pulled away and tilted her over as she coughed up the water.

"You okay?" He asked. Lizzie looked up at him, in shock. She looked out at the lake, then back at him. Before she could answer, they were surrounded by Sammy, Danni, and Dad. Dad put a jacket around Lizzie's shoulders, to cover her bra clad nakedness. Dean gathered up his shirt and pants and followed them to the tent. He grabbed Lizzie's wet clothes when he reached them.

Liz recovered quickly, but she couldn't hold back the shock that she had been rescued by the man she'd just been fighting with moments earlier. Why would Dean save her? It made no sense. He seemed to hate her. Why bother? But that was another problem for another day. While watching Pastor Jim's TV, Lizzie discovered that just 3 counties away, people were vanishing mysteriously, then bodies showing up a week or two later with strange marks, then the bodies would vanish. She was dressing already to go take care of the problem. She put on a white shirt and jeans, then added her tennis shoes (since her boots were recovering from the lake) and a leather fitted jacket. She tied her hair back and walked out of the tent. "Where are you going?" Dean asked from behind her.

"Out. I'll be gone for a few days." She said without turning around.

"You can't leave." He told her. She did turn around at that. He just looked at her. He was wearing a white tee shirt, blue flannel over that and a jean jacket over that. He had the keys to the Impala in his hand.

"Why can't I leave?" She asked, looking at him seriously. Then she nodded to his keys. "Because you are?"

Dean nodded. "We can't both go." He told her.

"I take it you found out about the murders and vanishing acts?" She asked. He nodded. She sighed and shook her head. "I'm going."

"Then why don't we both go? We'll tell Dad and it should be fine-"

"Do you think that you could stand to be around me that long? Alone?" She snapped.

Dean pretended to think about it. "I don't know, but we might as well try. This way, no one's left out." He told her. She shrugged.

Sammy and Danni were standing just on the other side of the tent the two were standing in front of. "They're going to kill each other." Sam commented.

Danni nodded in agreement and said, "I know...Should we tell Dad?"

Dean and Liz decided to take the Impala, to save on gas. They drove most of the way in silence, occasionally fighting over whether they were playing Zeppelin or Metallica. Liz normally won the argument, much to Dean's disdain. They at least liked the same music. They finally reached the right town, it took them about 3 hours, but they pulled into a motel. Liz and Dean walked up to the front desk. "We need a one room double." Liz told the clerk.

"Sorry, we only have a single, will that be ok?" The clerk looked at the pair of them. Lizzie shook her head in frustration.

"Whatever." She said. Dean paid the clerk and got their key. He handed it to Liz and she went to their room as he pulled the car around and brought up the bags. The room was small, with a Queen-sized bed in the middle. One window with a table and chair in front of it and a TV at the opposite end. Liz went into the bathroom, checking to make sure it was empty. Call a girl paranoid, but you can never be to careful. Liz opened the door for Dean when he brought their bags up. He dropped them by the table and looked out the window. Liz wasn't the only one who was cautious. She sat on the bed and looked at him. "At nightfall, we should probably check out the mausoleum and cemetery and stuff." She suggested. He sat down at the table and looked at her.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Sunset's in about 30 minutes." He said, putting his palm on his face and rubbing it.

Before long, they were in the mausoleum. Lizzie broke into the records and looked at the bodies. Her hunch was right, vampires. The wounds were consistent with those of a vamp coven she took out in Seattle a year ago. She walked out of the mausoleum with her flashlight pointed to where Dean was digging through an empty grave. "Oh my God, get out of there! You're going to get us killed, Dean!" Lizzie demanded looking at him angrily. He just pointed his flashlight at her and laughed.

"Come on, princess. Get dirty." And he threw some grave dirt at her, still laughing. It hit her shirt.

"Bastard." She said before dropping her flashlight and lunging at him. They both went down in the grave, Liz on top of Dean, pounding her fists jokingly at his chest. He started tickling her and she couldn't stop laughing. She smiled down at him, and he stopped tickling her. She stopped hitting his chest. He looked at her, not really thinking about anything. She suddenly felt very uncomfortable, but didn't want to move. They just looked at each other.

Something grabbed Liz and threw her from the grave. She hit a tree full force. A hand picked her up and drug her over to the open grave. Dean hopped out of the grave and glared at the man holding Liz. She could tell by the smell that it was a vampire. "You're the ones that have been looking for me?"

Dean responded, "Let her go."

The thing breathed on her neck, nudging her with his head. "No, I think I'll keep her. She's a pretty little thing."

"Dean-kill him." Liz choked out.

The vamp squeezed harder. "Na-ah, none of that now. Take one step, lover boy, and I'll snap her neck." It growled.

"Let her go." The vamp released her neck, but put his free hand across her chest.

"What will you do if I don't? Huh?" He began to touch Liz's chest, but Liz didn't care. She had her opening, she brought her head back and nailed him right in the face.

"Dean!" Dean pulled out his .45 and emptied his clip into the vamp as Liz grabbed the stake from her bag. The vamp just laughed off the bullets.

"Stupid boy, bullets can't hurt me." Liz stabbed him in the heart.

"No, but wood can." She pulled the stake out and he fell to the ground and dusted. Dean ran up to Liz and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm fine." She said into his shoulder. He let go of her and they grabbed the bag.

Attention: Hey, whatcha think? Did I write this one better? Remember, please review. I love your opinions. And just before you guys think that things are already heating up between Dean and Lizzie, sorry, but much more drama-rama to come!