This is my take on the episode 'Lazarus Rising'.
September 20th, 2008
"She's 'bout four hours down the interstate." Bobby tells them as he heads to unlock his car.
"You ok riding by yourself?" Lizzy questions. She wants to stay with Dean clearly, but driving alone for hours at a time can be tedious. If Bobby wanted the company, she'd be happy to join him.
"Yeah, relax, kid. I'm good," he reassures as he looks over to the boys. "Try to keep up." He gets into the old Camaro.
"I assume you'll wanna drive," Sam says as he tosses Dean the keys as they head down the walkway to the Impala. Dean catches them, eyes lighting up, and laughs.
"I almost forgot," he grins out, running a hand along the shining black paint. "Hey sweetheart. You miss me?"
"Holy shit," Lizzy comments with an eye roll as she drops into the backseat.
"What? She was my baby before I ever met you," Dean explains once behind the wheel.
"Just never thought a car would make me jealous," she jokes and swats him on the shoulder from her seat behind him.
"What the hell is that?" Dean asks Sam with anger after spying the new addition to the dash.
"That's an IPod jack," Sam answers with a big smile.
"You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up."
"Hey!" Lizzy pipes in. "I gave him that."
"Well then you're just as lame as he is," Dean comments.
"Don't be such an ass," Lizzy mutters.
"Dean, I thought it was my car," Sam responds to which he gets a disgusted face in return. Dean starts the car and the music begins.
"Really?" Dean asks after hearing what he feels is awful music. Sam just shrugs as Dean pulls out the IPod and tosses it behind him.
"Watch it, old man," Lizzy warns after ducking from its airborne path before pulling the old shoebox of cassettes from under the passenger seat and handing it over to the front.
"Old man?" Dean asks while taking the box and searching through it.
"Well you are a lot like a grumpy octogenarian who refuses to move into the twenty-first century," Sam adds. "She makes a good point, dude."
"Damn straight," Lizzy smiles out and high-fives Sam.
"Jesus, is this what it's gonna be like now that you two had four months to fucking bond or whatever? Ganging up on me all the damn time?" He pops his Metallica cassette into the stereo, ready to drown the two of them out if possible.
"Probably," Sam and Lizzy tell him in unison and Lizzy laughs while grabbing Sam's shoulder and shaking.
"That's just fucking great," Dean complains as he puts the car in reverse and they set out.
Lizzy decides to keep quiet for most of the ride. She's already had her time with Dean but Sam hasn't yet so she lies across the back seat and closes her eyes for a while, feeling completely content for the first time in so long as she listens to the roar of the Impala, the tape playing in the stereo, and the voices of the Winchester boys. It's comforting to say the very least.
Dean cranes his neck to check on Lizzy and sees that she's asleep, or at least he thinks she's asleep. Now's a good time for some answers.
"There's still one thing that's bothering me."
"Yeah?" Sam asks.
"Yeah. The night that I bit it, or got bit, ha, how'd you make it out? I thought Lilith was gonna kill you."
Lizzy's heart skips a beat. Sam never once talked about that night to her. It was too painful he told her. She's been dying all this time to know exactly what happened, what kind of shit these two got caught up in. She pretends she's asleep and eaves drops, knowing just how wrong it is to do so. Curiosity has always been one of her worst weaknesses.
"Well, she tried," Sam admits. "She couldn't."
"What do you mean she couldn't?"
"She fired this, like, burning light at me and… didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something."
"Immune?" Dean questions with shock, the same shock Lizzy is feeling. What the hell is going on? The demon blood must have something to do with that. How much worse it is going to get for this guy, she thinks. Such a cruel and unjust life he's had to lead. Lizzy' heart aches for Sam.
"Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or me." Sam sighs deeply. "She left pretty fast after that."
"Huh." Dean sits for a second, letting the information seep in. "What about Ruby? Where is she?"
"Dead, or in hell."
Lizzy would never admit it to them, but she loves that Ruby is out of the picture. Even though she's gotten them out of several jams, including the one with Lou, Lizzy was never comfortable at all with them working with her. Something about her seemed off and seriously untrustworthy… you know, besides the being a demon thing.
"So you been using your freaky ESP stuff?" Dean asks.
Sam told Lizzy that his weird vision crap had stopped once they killed Azazel. Did he lie to her about that?
"No," Sam answers stiffly.
"Sure about that? Well, now that you have immunity, or whatever the hell that is, just wondering what other kinda weirdo crap you got going on."
"Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish."
Good dying wish, Lizzy thinks. Though with how secretive Sam's been, just his words aren't enough to put her completely at ease.
"Well, let's keep it that way."
She knew her life would always be abnormal and quite frankly insane if she got herself too intertwined with these boys. Hell, Bobby warned her several times over and now she sees why. With everything she already knows about them she now realizes just how much more she doesn't know. What has she gotten herself into by sticking by these guys? And how was it that she never even once seriously considered running as far away from them as possible? Maybe she really is insane after all.
"Hahaha, Bobby!" the woman who answers the door shouts as she launches onto him, picking Bobby up in mid-bear hug. She seems elated to see him, not something most people are when they see Bobby Singer. His presence is usually a bad omen, a warning of what horrible things are to come. All part of the job description, of course.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," Bobby smiles.
"So, these the boys?" she asks, giving them the once over and not yet focusing on Lizzy. Lizzy didn't mind; she understood completely. They were an impressive pair to behold and she had the same reaction when she first met them.
"Sam, Dean, Lizzy; Pamela Barns, best damn psychic in the state." Pamela eyes them over again.
"Hey," Dean says to her.
"Hi," Sam immediately follows.
Then Pamela turns her sights to Lizzy, giving her a big, warm smile. "And you're the one named Lizzy I assume?"
"No, I'm Sam. It's nice to meet you," Lizzy remarks with her toothy grin and holds out her hand for a proper greeting, Pamela taking it up to shake it.
"I like you," she tells Lizzy. "You got a spark about ya'." Once she lets go, her eyes fall back on the boys.
"Mm, mm, mm," Pamela comments before she looks to Bobby, receiving a look of warning in return. She brushes it off and looks back to Dean. "Ha, Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back into the frying pan huh? Makes you a rare individual."
"If you say so," Dean responds.
"C'mon in," Pamela invites, the group following her into the house. Pamela quickly explains that the best option is to do a séance to get a peek at whatever it is that pulled Dean out of hell. She sets off gathering what she needs. Bending down to grab some items from a cupboard, her pants lower enough for everyone to get a good peak at the 'Jesse Forever' tattoo on her lower back.
"Who's Jesse," Dean boldly asks, earning him a smack to the gut from Lizzy. Pamela is helping them out and she feels that maybe Dean should tone it down a bit. They exchange looks before Pamela answers.
"Haha. Well it wasn't forever," Pamela jests.
"His loss," Dean responds as Pamela walks towards him.
"Might be your gain," Pamela responds, walking a little too close to him before heading off on her task at hand.
"Guess she isn't that good a psychic," Lizzy smirks.
"Psychics can hit on people, L," Dean tells her with a grin. "And apparently, they have good taste."
"But shouldn't they be able to sense when someone is off limits?" Lizzy questions.
"Dude, consider yourself lucky. She'd eat you alive," Sam smiles.
"Oh, she totally would," Lizzy agrees with a quiet laugh.
"Listen to your girlfriend, Dean," Pamela interrupts. "You couldn't handle me, kiddo. Grumpy here on the other hand…" She winks up at Sam and makes him look down at his shoes, uncomfortable with her advances.
"Guess she is good," Lizzy comments with a smirk. "I take it back."
Once everyone is seated around the table they are ready to begin.
"Alright, take each other's hands," Pamela asks. They all do so. "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched."
"Whoa!" Dean shouts when a hand falls into his lap. "Well, he didn't touch me there."
"Haha, my mistake."
Lizzy laughs aloud and thinks once again that she likes this chick, a lot. Even if she is hitting mercilessly on her man, it doesn't matter. She makes her laugh and feel… welcomed. It's then that it dawns on her. Pamela reminds her of Lou.
Dean, glancing quickly over to Sam, removed the sleeve of his button down and rolls up his t-shirt, revealing the handprint scar on this shoulder.
Sam's heart skips seeing it. It's a terrifying sight, the angry mark that's left on his brother. Whatever this thing is, it's big time.
Pamela places her hand over the print and begins.
"I invoke, conger, and command you. Appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conger, and command you. Appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conger, and command you. Appear unto me before this circle."
The television in the room turns itself on and a high pitched sound can be heard. The four hunters in the circle look to each other with alarm.
"I invoke conger and command…Castiel? No, sorry Castiel. I don't scare easy."
"Castile?" Dean questions.
"Its name. It's whispering to me. It's warning me to turn back."
"Holy shit," Lizzy lets out with the familiarity of the name. She looks over to Dean with panic in her eyes, he looks back questioningly. Clearly he didn't remember hearing the similar name once before.
"I conger and command you, show me your face. I conger and command you, show me your face. I conger and command you, show me your face."
The table begins to shake as the high pitched sound grows louder.
"Maybe we should stop," Bobby suggests, fearful of what is coming their way.
"I almost got it," Pamela refuses. "I command you show me your face. Show me your face now!"
The candles in the middle of the circle set ablaze and Pamela screams out. Her eyes are on fire, burning from within their sockets. She screams out again and falls back onto the floor.
"Call 911!" Bobby shouts. Sam stands and runs out of the room for a phone. The three others run to her and drop to the floor around her. Bobby lifts her head as Pamela opens her lids, revealing nothing behind them but empty space.
"I can't see!" she cries out. "I can't see! Oh ,God! Oh, God."
Bobby and Lizzy followed Pamela to the hospital after the paramedics arrived and stayed in the waiting room through the emergency procedures. Lizzy didn't have to heart to leave. She liked Pamela a lot, however brief their time was together, and wanted to help her, even if all she had to offer was her presence and moral support. She knows it's probably just because she reminded her of Lou so much with her brash behavior and lack of apologies. The chick was badass for sure, and Lizzy liked her style.
Dean and Sam decided to keep away. They felt the need to do the opposite of Lizzy. It was their fault that Pamela was now completely blind. She was just trying to help them and this is what she got for it. It was too difficult to be around her so instead they set out to decide on their next move. Unfortunately they decided to grab something to eat at the wrong diner. The close call with the demons revealed a whole lot to them about just how important all the events happening in their lives were. Right now they were protected or off limits… by what they didn't know but they were safe from demons for the first time. It should have felt better knowing this but instead they all find it daunting. The whole thing is scary has hell.
After their close call, everyone minus Bobby who insisted on sticking around the hospital longer, meet back at the motel they decided on earlier. They needed to figure out what exactly Castiel is… and what he wanted.
"No wonder you picked this place," Lizzy comments once inside their room. She looks up at the ceiling covered in mirrors rolls her eyes.
"Oh, hell yeah," Dean replies with enthusiasm after seeing what she's commenting on. "That's…"
"Sleazy?" she finishes for him, knowing she didn't get it right this time. It was more her own opinion.
"No, I was gonna say awesome," Dean replies, tossing his bag off to the side and dropping the stack of books from Bobby's trunk on the table. "Let's get this research done quickly and take advantage, huh?" He wags his eyebrows at her and wraps his arms around her waist from behind.
"You really think now's the time for that?" Lizzy asks and she closes her own arms over his, though she is tempted. She was always tempted.
"C'mon," Dean says low in her ear, knowing exactly what his tone of voice would do to her. "It could be really fun. I guarantee a good time."
"I don't doubt that," Lizzy smiles, wanting so badly to give in but she holds her ground. "But I can guarantee that fucking right now wouldn't help us get any closer to the thing that yanked you outta the ground."
"L, just take a second and think about it," he brushes his lips against her ear as he talks. "How fucking hot would it be to have you on top of me, riding me, and be able to get an aerial view?"
"Focus," she warns as his lips find her neck, her lids heavy with the feeling. "Sam'll be here any minute."
"So? We'll lock him in the bathroom," Dean shrugs off only semi-humorously, his tongue running down the side of her neck. Lizzy hums with the feeling. "I want to watch you when…"
"Mmm, no," she practically whines while staying on task. "Dean, don't make this harder than it has to be."
"I think it's too late for that," he jokingly remarks while looking down at his own pants. With another kiss to her neck, she pries herself from his grip. "Prude."
"Me!" she asks incredulously. She may not have reach the level Dean had in his past, but she certainly was no saint and he knows that from experience.
"You heard me," he challenges, hoping she'll be motivated to prove him wrong.
"Dean, we gotta figure this shit out," Lizzy reminds him as she picks up a couple of the books and tosses them onto the mustard yellow couch. "Demons are now afraid to go near you and whatever this thing is, it pulled you out of hellfire and burned out poor Pamela's eyes. This thing isn't fucking around."
"I know," Dean complains. Forty years of hell… how bad could it be to take an hour off for some fun? "Just wish I was the one fucking around right now," he mumbles under his breath.
"What was that?" she questions him suspiciously.
"Nothing," Dean brushes off as they hear the door open. Saved by Sammy.
"So at least we have a name now," Sam says as he comes into the room and joins the conversation. "It's a place to start."
"Crap. That's right," Lizzy says. The name rang a bell to her during the séance. Once the commotion started she let it slip her mind but now she remembers. "Did that name seem familiar to anyone else?"
"Not really," Sam answer with concern on his face.
"I got nothing," Dean adds after searching his memory.
"Well, not the whole name," Lizzy explains, "but maybe just the beginning of it. Cas."
Dean's eyes widen with recognition. "Shit."
"Yup," Lizzy responds with a head nod, knowing he's right there with her.
"L, you think…" Dean wonders aloud.
"The dream," she says.
"Oh my God," Dean lets out with sheer awe as it all comes back to him. He sits down on the edge of the bed. "That's what dad tried to warn me about."
"Wait, are you talking about that dream you had, like, months before… the one you both had?" Sam's focus keeps switching between the two of them, waiting impatiently for answers.
"Yeah," Lizzy confirms. "John said to wait for Cas before he got cut off. Now it makes sense."
"He was telling me to hold out for it, so it would… save me?" Dean questions as he looks up to Sam. "Did dad try to tell me I was gonna get out? Did he know?"
Sam says nothing at first, too blown away by everything. "What the fuck is going on here?"
"Wish I knew, Sammy." Dean washes a hand down his face with the frustration of everything around him. Nothing makes sense, not one thing.