"People are fucking crazy!" Lizzy laments into her phone that's wedged between her ear and shoulder as she leaves the grocery store, arms loaded with bags. "I really regret being lazy this week and not going food shopping before now. The place was mobbed!"
"Aren't you people supposed to be used to this kinda crap around here?" Dean asks as he raises his beer to his lips, taking a sip while somewhat watching the cheaply made zombie movie he found on TV.
"You'd think so," Lizzy responds while dropping the bags into the trunk of her car. "But the first storm always makes people overreact. It's like the summer erases all their winter weather knowledge."
"That's ridiculous… oh shit!" Dean shouts as the gruesome display of a decapitation on the screen.
"What?" Lizzy asks.
"This movie is gross," Dean tells her with a laugh. "So awesome."
"What are you watching?"
"Some old ass zombie flick, real low budget."
"Which makes it kinda better?"
"Exactly," Dean laughs again, suddenly missing her and wishing she was there to watch it with him. "You coming back yet?"
"One last stop," Lizzy says while walking toward the alley on the side of the grocery store, aiming for a short cut to make her trip go by that much quicker. "Beer run and I'm done."
"Good," Dean says to her with a smile. "Get your ass back here quick."
"Ok," she laughs. "And I'm gonna call Sam back right now. I forgot to on my way to classes this morning. Too busy trying not to die from a hangover."
"Sounds good to me," Dean responds, happy to let her do the honors. This was his time away from Sam and he'd much rather she call him.
"See you in a few," she says before ending the call and dialing Sam's number while walking into the alley. She hears the line ring once before her cellphone is smacked out of her hand. The phone clatters onto the pavement, skidding a few feet before coming to a stop, and she turns quickly.
"What the fuck!" Lizzy shouts to the woman she finds standing too close for comfort behind her. She was average height with long, black hair and heavy black eye make up on. She's smiling menacingly as Lizzy reaches into the back of her pants and pulls out her gun. Her hunter's instincts kick in immediately with the look in the mysterious woman's eyes. Lizzy knows this thing is off and this thing is not human. Stepping back, she aims quickly.
"Who are you!" she shouts.
"Lizzy Noonan," the woman speaks with an eerie smile. "So good to finally meet you properly."
Lizzy keeps quiet, getting the unsettling feeling that bullets won't be helping her much in this situation.
"You know, I've been looking for you for so long," she tells Lizzy as she steps closer.
"Stop!" Lizzy warns, trying to hold her ground and sound intimidating.
"You've been a difficult one to track down," the woman says while looking at Lizzy's neck, spying the Hand of the Etruscan's and grinning evilly. "And now I know why."
"Back off, bitch!" Lizzy shouts as she takes a few steps backwards towards the other end of the alley. The woman simply laughs and with the swipe of her hand through the cool fall air Lizzy is flung into the hard, cold brick wall of the grocery store, her grip on her gun releasing on impact. She's pinned against the wall by the unseen forces of what she now knows is a demon. Groaning with the pain shooting through her body, she is able to regain her focus once the demon is standing just inches from her, blackened eyes boring into her.
"What's it been, six years, almost seven?" the demon questions as she reaches out and lightly floats her hands down Lizzy's collarbone before resting atop the pendent. "So glad I was able to get my ass back out of the pit to come find you again. I should really get around to thanking your good friends Sam and Dean for that, and for leading me right to you! Heard you'd been buddy-buddy with them as of late so I've been following them. You know, without those two bumbling idiots I'd still be down under thanks to that moron you consider a father and his dumbass hunting buddy."
Lizzy stares wide eyed at the demon, knowing exactly who it was. Her blood runs cold with the encompassing fear and sheer malice she harbors for it.
"I'll assume by the look on your face that remember me," the demon smiles wider.
"Fuck you," Lizzy grits out in a fiery tone. "You killed my parents. You killed Louie's parents!" She begins struggling to get free and attack with the anger that's exploding from within, but she's greeted with blinding pain instead when the demon uses its powers to crush her from the inside out.
"Stop trying so hard," the demon says, closely watching the wrinkled expression on Lizzy's face and listening intently to the painful noises she makes. The demon decides to stop torturing her after a moment and Lizzy takes a few deep breaths in relief.
"So you want the pendent, then fucking take it. It's all yours, bitch," Lizzy spits out.
"That's what I used to want," the demon explains. "But my days of scrounging for power through items and spells are over. And when I found out what you've become, who you are to the world now, oh sweetheart," she places her hand lightly onto Lizzy cheek and strokes it with her thumb. "I have so much more that I want from you now."
"What the fuck does that mean?" Lizzy asks, hoping the demon is still in a sharing mood.
She isn't and instead, the demon reaches into her boot to retrieve a knife. "Why don't I just show you?" She grabs Lizzy's wrist and slashes her skin, breaking her anti-possession tattoo and causing blood to gush quickly from the deep wound. Lizzy's face goes pale once she realizes what is about to happen.
"No! No! Don't!" Lizzy shouts but it's too late. The demon opens her mouth wide and Lizzy can only watch in horror as the black smoke flies out of its mouth and into her own, quickly running down her throat and immediately taking over. She feels her control being lost ounce by ounce as the demon steals her body from her. Before she knows it all that she has left is a little corner of her own mind where she's fully conscious of what's happening but is completely defenseless against stopping it.
"Perfect," the demon sighs through Lizzy's voice as she stretches her new limbs. "Now it's time to have some fun. What do you say we go visit that boyfriend of yours, huh roomie?"
Lizzy screams but it's completely unheard. She feels her body step over the now dead former meatsuit at her feet and walk towards the Mustang. She' trapped and she can only pray that Dean will figure it out quickly. Otherwise, they're in some serious trouble.
Sam reaches for the volume knob, turning the music completely down before reaching for his ringing phone. He sighs loudly with sheer alleviation when he reads Lizzy's name on the screen. Pushing send, he brings the phone to his ear.
"About fucking time, Lizzy!" Sam shouts at her with half anger and half relief. "What the fuck is wrong with you two! Answer your God damn phones!" He waits for an answer but doesn't get one. "Lizzy! Hello?"
"Who are you!"
He hears Lizzy shout from a distance away from the phone. His heart skips a beat at the sound of alarm in her voice.
"Lizzy Noonan. So good to finally meet you. You know, I've been looking for you for so long."
Who is that? Sam hits the roof with panic at the unfamiliar woman's voice.
"Lizzy!" he shouts into the phone, not sure what he hopes to accomplish by doing so. Clearly she's separated from her phone, but Sam can't stay quiet through his helplessness. "Lizzy! Damn it!" He hears the sound of a body impacting with something hard and Lizzy groan with pain.
"So glad I was able to get my ass back out of the pit to come find you again. You know I should really get around to thanking your buddies Sam and Dean for that, and for leading me right to you! Heard you'd been buddy-buddy with them as of late so I've been following them. You know, without those two bumbling idiots I'd still be down under thanks to that moron you consider a father and his dumbass hunting buddy."
"Shit. Shit!" Sam lets out as his foot hits the accelerator. He's still at least eight hours away not counting the storm but he doesn't care. Instinct takes over. "Oh, shit. Shit." He's muttering to himself out of anxiety.
"You killed my fucking parents. You killed Louie's parents! Ah!"
Lizzy is shouting out in utter pain and Sam suddenly feels the urge to vomit from the horrid sound. He quickly puts the information together. It's the demon from Lizzy and Lou's past, the one that killed both their parents and brought them into hunting. It's tracked her down and now it's hurting her and Sam's stuck in a crappy, sputtering car, uselessly listening.
"Stop trying so hard."
With that, Lizzy finally stops screaming.
"So you want the pendent, then fucking take it. It's all yours, bitch," he hears Lizzy say.
"That's what I used to want. But my days of scrounging for power through items and spells are over. And when I found out what you've become, who you are to the world now, oh sweetheart, I have so much more that I want from you now."
"What the fuck does that mean?" Sam asks himself aloud with the comment.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
Lizzy echo his exact sentiment and he hopes with everything in him for an answer.
"Oh, you'll see."
"No! No! Don't!"
Sam hears Lizzy shout and his face drops. He knows she'd never lose her composure unless it was dyer. The line goes suddenly silent after hearing a sickening thud, the kind of sound that Sam's heard way too many times before. It was a body hitting the ground.
"Lizzy!" Sam shouts as loudly as he can. "Lizzy! Fucking answer me!"
"Perfect. Now it's time to have some fun. What do you say we go visit that boyfriend of yours, huh roomie?"
"No," Sam shakes his head as he hears footsteps fading away on the other end. "No. No. No." It was Lizzy's voice, but he knows in his heart it wasn't Lizzy. Sam pulls the car over and opens the side door as quickly as he can, taking in gulps of air as he suddenly feels stifled in the small car.
"Oh fuck," he laments as the dread hits him hard. Lizzy's possessed. He couldn't get there in time, he couldn't warn them. Why the fuck didn't they answer their phones! Why didn't he leave hours ago! He's still so far away! He should never have let Dean leave on his own!
"Castiel!" Sam shouts desperately with a flash of coherent intelligence into the air as he sits sideways out the driver's side doorway. "Castiel! Get down here! Lizzy's in trouble, Dean too! Please, Castiel!"
Nothing. He waits a few seconds more. "Damn it! Get your feathery ass down here! We need you! You were right, they should have listened to you! Please, you have to help!"
Sam is surrounded by silence and the realization that he's on his own quickly settles in. He holds his head in his hands for a quick moment to let the shock of everything wear down. Still breathing hard, Sam swings his legs back into the car and pulls out onto the road again, ready to break every traffic law known to man. He grabs his phone again and dials Dean's number, praying that this attempt will end differently.