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After making Dean pull over at a payphone, Lizzy uses the change she swiped from the kitchen counter of her house to call her own home phone. She leaves a message while pretending to be her babysitter and explains that she had to cancel for tonight. She then says that since it was so last minute she's sending over a good friend of hers, assuring them that he's a great guy just trying to save for college. She promises that he is sweet with lots of babysitting experience. She then seals the deal by reminding them that the family has used Christy for years and hopefully will trust her judgment. That loose end now tied, she hangs up and jumps into the backseat of their borrowed car.
"What was that about?" Dean questions as she never explained herself before making the call.
"I left a message at home saying Christy had to cancel tonight," she says as if it was nothing while sliding over to the center of the backseat and leaning an elbow on each of the front seats.
"So your family has no one to watch the kids so they can't go out tonight… and they'll be home…" Sam rationalizes.
"Should make it easier to check out Lou's house then," Dean complains sarcastically as he pulls out onto the road again.
"Why would we need to check out Lou's house?" Lizzy asks with confusion. The men grow silent, not wanting to reveal their suspicions to Lizzy as to why they'd like to search Lou's place, or at least not yet.
"Just covering our bases," Dean explains away. "Didn't find much at your house, so we thought why not?"
"Well, I think I just need to talk to my former self a little bit. Maybe I knew more back then than I remember now. I got us an in, so relax." Lizzy is hopeful that getting to know herself as a kid can reveal something to her. If not, they might be at a loss. "I told them Christy is sending a friend to Lou's house in her place that has babysitting experience and is saving for college."
"L, you can't show up there!" Dean worries aloud as he jumps to conclusions. "Already told you that. You look too much like kid you and your mother. It's clear as day…"
"Oh, I'm not the babysitter," Lizzy assures him. "Sam-I-Am is."
"What!" Sam shouts out at her words, snapping around to face her with eyes wide in panic.
"It'll be fine. We were good kids, easy to watch." Lizzy smiles brightly to him while gripping his shoulder in the hopes that he'll relax and just go with it. "You deal with them for a little bit and Dean and I will come in to help once the parents are long gone."
"No way," Sam shakes his head as he looks back out the windshield. "Not doing that. Dean can go."
"No he can't," Lizzy explains. "No one would buy him as a babysitter."
"Why not?" Dean wonders, a little insulted.
"You look older than a kid saving for college," Lizzy explains. "And you don't exactly come off as the kid-friendly type."
"Kids freakin' love me!" Dean rebuts.
"I never saidyou weren't kid-friendly, I just said you don't look the part," Lizzy further tells him. "And Sam does."
"Lizzy, I can't do that," Sam tells her, looking down at his hands folded in his lap.
"Yes you can," Lizzy tries to brush off.
"No," Sam says again. "I can't." He turns his head towards Lizzy and looks to her with sad eyes. "It's Lou. I can't…"
Lizzy gets it immediately. He's nervous about being in the presence of Lou. Lizzy moves behind Sam's seat and wraps her arms around it and his neck, her cheek pressed against his.
"I'm sorry, Sam," Lizzy apologizes, trying to get back on his good side to get him to agree to her plan. "I should have talked to you first."
San nods his head but doesn't look up.
"But I need you on this one," Lizzy tells him. "I can't do it and you're the most believable. Dean and I will get in there as soon as we can. You won't be alone for long."
"It's still her though," Sam says, his heart still heavy from watching her earlier that day. "I miss her too much to see her again, like this. She's innocent and doesn't know…."
"I know," Lizzy remarks. "But I'm gonna look at this a different way. I miss Louie so fucking much. This is an opportunity to talk to her again, to have her back. I want to take advantage of that. I don't care what age she is, she's still my Lou."
Sam nods again instead of verbally agree, the lump in his throat making him give pause.
"So think of it as getting her back, just for a little bit. There's so much to her that you never got to know and I think this will be a good chance for you to learn more about who she was."
Sam huffs quietly, a smile tugging at his lips all the while, and finds some kind of solace in her words. He is curious about her still and he has to admit it is quite the unique opportunity.
"Ok," Sam agrees hesitantly, already regretting it. "I'll do it."
"Thank you," Lizzy smiles and kisses Sam's cheek. Lizzy sits back in her seat, relieved that she still has a way into Lou's house and a way to speak to her younger version. Something made Cas bring them here and she has to find out.
"So, no money and no roof," Dean changes the subject abruptly. "Any suggestions?"
"I have an idea," Lizzy pipes in. "Head back to my neighborhood."
"Oh, this will do just nicely," Dean comments as he walks into the large master bedroom of the sparkling, new show house. The neighborhood Lizzy used to live in was still expanding at this time so there were several houses that were recently built and on the market just down the street. As fortune would have it, many were very much empty. It was a squatter's paradise. Lizzy told them to go with the one farthest off the main road that ran through the heart of the neighborhood to keep them out of sight and they parked the stolen car in the garage to keep it hidden. They found themselves in luck when they went inside and discovered that the electric had been turned on and there were random pieces of furniture inside to make the place more welcoming to potential buyers.
Lizzy stands in the doorway to scan the room and watches Dean dive onto the king sized bed giddily. She can't help but smile a little at the display. Very rarely was their temporary housing so nice, clean, and comforting. Dean's now much like a little kid in a candy story.
"Ah," he lets out as he leans back onto the cushy decorative pillows with his hands behind his head. "I could get used to this way too easily."
"Well don't," Lizzy warns, knowing it'll be back to fleabag motels soon enough.
"New mattress, L. Wanna help me break it in?" Dean asks her while wagging his eyebrows, doing his best to lighten things up for her. This has become a regular thing for them; whenever life got bad, really bad, they escaped into each other. Humor is always a quick fix, as is sex. Here, Dean not-so-subtly tries to combine the two.
"Maybe later," Lizzy rolls her eyes despite the corners of her mouth turning up slightly. She stands with her hands on her hips and watches him from the edge of the bed.
"Come on," Dean slyly and exaggeratedly beckons while bouncing up and down on the springy mattress. "You know you wanna." He smiles wide while knowing just how ridiculous he looks.
"You look like a little kid that has to pee," Lizzy says with an actual smile, something she only assumed she wouldn't be able to do today. Thank God for him.
"How 'bout this then," he asks while flipping over onto all fours and obscenely starts humping the bed. "You like that?"
"Mmm, love it," Lizzy lets out in a laugh, an honest to God laugh, with the display. "I think my goofiness is finally wearing off on your ass."
"This could be you, you know." He nods downward to the comforter below him.
"Ooh, if I could only be so lucky," she exaggeratedly says and continues to laugh. "You're fucking crazy."
"I'll be anything if I can get you to laugh right now," Dean tells her with a smirk, not stopping his miming.
"Hey, Dean. Do you… dude!" Sam blurts suddenly while rounding the corner to catch his brother's shenanigans. "What the hell are you doing?"
Lizzy laughs even louder at Sam's reaction. Dean pauses and looks over his shoulder to his brother in the doorway behind him, still on all fours.
"You just gonna stand there and make a guy wait, Sammy?" Dean asks with a serious face.
"I'll try again later," Sam remarks and simply turns on his heels to walk away instead of play into his brother's antics.
"And you'd think he'd be used to that kinda shit from you by now," Lizzy quips as Dean reaches out to her and pulls her arm, getting her to join him on the bed. They settle in with their backs against the headboard, Dean's arm around her shoulders.
"You're gonna be ok through this, you know?" Dean tells her. "You're pretty much the strongest broad I know."
"Aw, thanks kid," Lizzy jests with a fake yet proud punch to Dean's jaw. He pretends that his head rolls to the side with the mimed hit.
"Seriously though, you're gonna get through this. If anyone can handle it, it's you." Boy does he hope that's true. For now he keeps the new information Sam stumbled upon hidden from her but he worries about how she'll take it when she finds out.
"I'm doing what I can," she tells him, fiddling with the pendant around his neck and leaning her head on his shoulder. "And I have you and Sam here to help."
"Very true," he adds on.
"I think slowly I'm beginning to accept things." Lizzy looks up at him. "I'm an angel blood pumping warrior created solely for fucking your brains out and being a deciding factor in the Apocalypse. Oh, and I've been sent back in time to follow my own badass self. No biggie."
"Not when you put it that way," Dean says sarcastically, tightening his arm around her as she returns her head to his shoulder. "Fuck it, we'll figure it out. We always do."
"Yes we do."
The two sit quietly for a moment, taking in the silence aside from Sam's movements downstairs and the calming effect of just being near the other. It's nice.
"When was the last time we just sat like this?" Dean asks.
"Never," Lizzy quickly answer. "Free seconds like this we're usually fucking by now."
"Yeah. That's true," Dean says with a fond smile. He looks down at her with hopeful eyes. "Wanna change that?"
"Right now?" Lizzy asks with surprise. With everything going it seemed like the most inappropriate timing for sex. But then again, this day did suck. And they had a bed, in a room, with a door to it, alone. That never happened when out on the road.
"Why not?" Dean shrugs. "You could probably use it. I know I could."
"You could always use some sex," Lizzy huffs with a grin.
"And who are you to talk, huh?" Dean reminds her. She was just as bad as he was.
"That's very true," Lizzy returns, a hand landing on Dean's jaw as she sits up and turns to face him. She really wouldn't mind the chance to forget the shittiness of the day, even if it's just a temporary distraction. "And I am awful stressed." She kisses him slowly, lips dragging painstakingly across his.
"You know, you seemed it," Dean says against her lips before grabbing her waist and pulling her into his lap.
"I think… you're right," Lizzy playfully says, never detaching herself from him. "I could use this."
"Fucking A," Dean responds, hands pulling her in by the back of her neck and deepening their kiss.
"You know what else I could use?" Lizzy whispers.
"What?" Dean happily asks, knowing her answer will be great. She always knows the right things to say to get him going.
"I could really use that big, hard co…"
"Dean?" Sam's voice is heard at the bottom of the stairs. "You two decent up there?"
"Son of a bitch," Dean angrily curses under his breathe while quickly lifting Lizzy off of him and putting her back in her seat next to him. "Yeah!" Dean sits up tall and adjusts himself.
"Good," Sam says while climbing the stairs again. As they hear his feet hit every step, Lizzy and Dean try to appear as casual and nonchalant as possible. Lizzy yanks one of the pillows out from under herself and plops it onto Dean's to hide the evidence of what their activities had done to him. He gives her a smile at her quick thinking.
"It got suspiciously quiet so I thought I should make sure before I came up," Sam announces as he reaches the second floor hallway and enters the bedroom. He takes in the sight of them acting a little too cool and gets it right away. "Suspicions confirmed."
"What do you want, Sam?" Dean asks, impatient to find out what his brother so badly needed.
"I think we need to go out and get some food and then find whatever supplies are easy to come by before we go all Babysitter's Club."
"I loved those books…" Lizzy offhandedly remarks.
"Fin, sounds good," Dean begrudgingly agrees.
"I've got a couple twenties in my wallet we can stretch," Sam adds in.
"I'm sure in 1990 a couple twenties will get us plenty," Dean returns. "I'll be down in a few."
"Ok," Sam says, shooting them both a warning glance. "Hurry up, I need to be at Lou's in an hour and a half."
"Sam, we'll be down in like two minutes," Lizzy says to him.
Sam glances down at the pillow in Dean's lap and back up to his eyes before huffing a laugh at his brother's transparency while leaving them.
"Bitch," Dean grumbles after him before turning his focus back to Lizzy. "C'mon, you can be our tour guide around town."
"You need a minute there?" Lizzy grins slyly, nodding down to the pillow in his lap.
"Nothing a short trip to the bathroom can't fix," Dean sadly informs her, standing up to head out of the room to take care of his situation.
"Aw, no," Lizzy coos. "I'm sorry."
"You should be," Dean tells her with a knowing look. "You know what you do to me, especially when you start to talk dirty like that. It's all your fault, really."
"No way," Lizzy tells him, standing quickly and rushing to the doorway to block him. "So not letting you jerk off in the bathroom right now."
"Sam's right, we have to get going," Dean tells her with a shrug. "No time."
Lizzy looks up at him and grins, shutting the door behind her. She then grabs his hand and walks over to the bureau. She stands with her back to the furniture and pulls him in front of her. She grasps his belt buckle, swiftly opening it. "And that's why they call them quickies, dumb-dumb. They're quick."
"Seriously?" Dean asks with wide eyes.
"Seriously," Lizzy confirms with a smile.