Stopping once in the screened-in porch as the first flurries begin to fall, the demon knows what lies on the other side of the front door; a salt line and a devils trap covered by a very tacky area rug. It's one advantage of having the ability to possess others; their memories and knowledge becomes your own.
"It's just too easy," she remarks quietly with confidence as she kneels on the floor, bringing her face level with the crack underneath the door. "Potentiae mater natura factus mea, frigidus aer per me cum vires incognita." She blows and the air exiting her lips is frigid cold, like a biting north wind. It scatters the salt line on the other side with ease. She then stands to unlock the door with Lizzy's key.
Halting again before stepping through the doorway, she looks quickly up the stairs to make sure Dean isn't around. She then leans over and presses one finger to the wooden floor just outside the painted line, using her impressive strength to crack the boards, the deep crevasses lighting up with the flashing energy she exudes. It breaks the outside circle of the trap on the floor and she quickly covers it back over with the rug again. She smiles to herself with satisfaction before gathering the items she brought in from the car and properly making her presence known.
"Hey," Dean hears Lizzy's voice call to him from the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey to you," he calls back while picking up his empty beer bottle off the coffee table and standing up, walking into the hallway to greet her. "Need help carrying anything up?" he asks as he watches Lizzy climb the stairs, arms hoisting several bags.
"Nah, this is everything," she says while turning around at the top step, pausing while looking him over, eyes hungry, and sighing. "Well… hello there, Dean." She smiles oddly as she re-greets him, her eyes fully taking him in in a way she's never done before.
"Hello… again." Dean gives Lizzy a weird look while taking the bags from her. "No beer?"
"Oh," she says, looking confused. "Must have forgotten."
"Forgotten?" Dean asks with surprise. "Weren't you on the way to the liquor store when you called me?"
"Yes, I was, but I totally got sidetracked."
"By?" Dean quizzes her while beginning to put the groceries away.
"You're brother," she lies, "I called him right after talking to you. We actually talked for a while and when I got off the phone with him I just drove off. Forgot about the beer run."
"So what's the deal with Sam?" Dean questions with his head in the refrigerator. She leans back against the counter and takes in the beautiful view.
"Finest ass this side of the Mississippi," Lizzy's voice slyly comments.
"Don't you know it," Dean smirks back as he stands back up. "What'd he have to say?"
"Same thing he has been," she explains as she eyes him continually. If he'd been paying closer attention, he might have found her leering a bit creepy, different than it usually is. "He was just really worried when we didn't answer his calls. I told him to relax and that we could handle it."
"Good," Dean says, still working his way through putting the food and supplies Lizzy bought away. "Now I don't feel so bad for not picking up when he called a couple minutes ago."
"You shouldn't," she confirms quickly. Dean smiles over to her and notices for the first time the fresh and bright white bandage on her wrist. In a few quick strides he's at her side, her forearm held gently in his hand.
"What happened?" he asks with concern, turning Lizzy's arm to inspect it.
"Stupid metal shopping cart," she says, creating the story on the fly. "The one I was using was broken and I got a nice cut from a sharp edge when I reached into it without looking."
"Want me to look at it?" Dean questions, wanting to do what he can. Even when it's something little, his need to help her never quits.
"No, don't be crazy," she says smiling. "Still had med supplies in my trunk. I dealt with it already. Wasn't even that deep. And it seems you've forgotten that I used to be premed. I can handle a little cut."
"Didn't fuck up that tattoo, did it?" he wonders, worried that she had ruined her most important design, the one that keep her safe from possession.
"No, father. I am just fine," she reassures while wrapping her arms around his neck and distracting Dean from her injury. "I'm gonna take a shower. Then we are gonna sit down and talk like you mentioned earlier." She then pulls him into a kiss.
Dean kisses Lizzy back, but has a moment of hesitation. She felt… different. Not by much, just slightly off somehow, hollow. When she pulls back and looks up to him with her usual toothy grin, he lets the momentary thought fade away.
"Meet me on the couch in a few?" he asks of her.
"It's a date," she winks before leaving the room, beaming with pride over how easily she went undetected by the great Dean Winchester. This guy might be more of a chump than she'd expected. As Dean finishes putting the last of the groceries away and popping new batteries into the flashlights and radio Lizzy took out of storage, she quietly walks to the living room to grab his phone off the coffee table. Once she has it, she quickly heads into the bathroom, turns on the shower and then proceeds to toss the phone into the back tank of the toilet. No more chances for Sam to interrupt them. She wants Dean all to herself.
The demon takes Lizzy's clothes off and pauses to admire her newly acquired body in the mirror. "Mm, not too bad. Strong, good curves, nice ass, and a pretty face too. A few too many scars if you ask me but I like the tattoos." She runs her right fingers down her left arm, admiring the artwork. "I might have to take this one out for a test drive before having that talk."
"Bobby!" Sam shouts into the phone, his anxiety still yet to subside enough. "It got her!"
"What?" Bobby asks with total confusion, pushing aside the book on his desk, already knowing his full attention needed to be on the panicked man on the other end of the line.
"I'm too late!" Sam says, his voice raised and he's speeding through his words even faster than he's driving. "Still hours away. Dean won't answer. Can't warn him."
"Jesus kid, slow down," Bobby tells him with alarm. Sam, the usually cool, calm, and collected hunter only gets this way when things are really, really, really bad. "What the hell is goin' on?"
"I got a call from Lizzy."
"Finally!" Bobby lets out.
"No, it was bad," Sam tries to explain. "She dropped her phone and was attacked before we could talk. I heard everything. It's the demon that killed her and Lou's parents."
"What!" Bobby shouts into the phone. "Rufus exorcized that piece o' shit!"
"And the gate to hell was opened!" Sam rebuts. "It got out!"
"Balls!" Bobby yells as he slams his fist down onto his desk. "How did it find her? She's been wearin' the necklace!"
"It followed us to her," Sam says. "And now this thing is definitely riding around in Lizzy!"
"Wait, it can't. The tattoo. How would it get around that?"
"No idea but Bobby, I know what I heard!" Sam shouts, desperate for Bobby to not second guess him. "Who gives a shit about how it happened! I heard her voice, but it wasn't her talking! I know it!"
"Alright," Bobby says, trying to calm himself enough to think clearly. "Alright. Let's think for a quick second here." Bobby drops his head in his free hand and tries to come up with a plan as he hears Sam breathe out loudly several times, doing his best to get his panic to come down. God damn, he's gonna kill those two kids for being this stupid. "I'll jump the next flight out, I can meet you at Lizzy's and we'll figure out what to do."
"How're you gonna do that in a snow storm?" Sam challenges. "All flights are probably cancelled by now."
"Shit," he complains, knowing Sam was right.
"Bobby," Sam says in a terrified tone. "What if he doesn't notice? What if she gets to him? I can't reach him…"
"Sam, knock it off," Bobby says sternly. "Dean ain't that stupid. He knows that girl inside and out. He'd be able to tell."
"God, I hope so," Sam says, calming a little at Bobby's words but not nearly enough.
"You just stay on course, get to them as soon as you can. There's not a damn thing we can do until then. I'll call Rufus and see if he can tell me anything about that demon I don't already know."
"Yeah, ok," Sam tells him, relaxing a little more.
"Focus here, Sam," Bobby warns. "Don't go off the deep end. Your brother needs you. Lizzy too."
"Ok," Sam says, finally coming down to a manageable place with Bobby's words. "Ok. Thanks Bobby."
"Yeah yeah, just keep your eyes on the road."