"What the shit is this?" Dean's voice loudly asks, abruptly waking both Lizzy and Sam up. Lizzy is laying alongside Sam with a hand on his chest and her head resting on his shoulder, much how Lizzy slept next to Dean every night. She must have settled in that way out of habit in the middle of the night. When they hear Dean's voice Sam pulls his arm from under her where it had been wrapped about her shoulders and they both sit up straight with a start.

"What's wrong!" Lizzy asks with alarm. The tone of voice Dean used makes both scared that something is up. They look to him with worry.

"I woke up alone and freaked out considering the last time that happened," Dean tells her, referring to her Vegas disappearing act and solo booze-fest just a couple days ago. He glares heatedly over at Sam with his hands on his hips. Never having been much of a jealous person before he met Lizzy, he hasn't quite figured out how to handle his possessiveness over her. And after the whole Vegas fiasco complete with sex tape and marriage, this really sets him off. "I came in here to ask Sam if he knew where you were. Guess he did."

"Jesus, dude," Lizzy forces out with a relieved breath, her hands clutching her chest as she pulls the covers off of her legs. "I thought something was seriously wrong."

"Something is wrong, L," Dean loudly informs her. "Why the hell are you in here?"

Lizzy and Sam sit still for a second, eyes wide once more as they look at the angry man in the doorway. Sam's heart races a little. He gets it. Dean's letting his imagination get the best of him and assumes something happened between he and Lizzy.

"Dean, nothing happened if that's what you think," Sam reassures him. "Neither of us could sleep after seeing Lou again. It was a pity party in here if anything."

"I cried my fucking eyes out and we fell asleep … with the door open," Lizzy finishes, standing up and walking to stand in front of Dean. "What did you think happened here?"

Dean looks down at her, jaw set and arms still angrily crossed. "Why didn't you just wake me up if you couldn't sleep?"

"Because you were actually, truly asleep for once… peacefully and without waking up every hour to check on everything and everyone. I wasn't going to ruin that," she explains. "Plus, Dean, I miss Lou and after yesterday, Sam understands how I feel. It was a mutual misery thing."

"And that's all it was?" Dean questions.

"Yes," Sam answers. "Relax, man. I wouldn't do that to you."

"Oh no?" Dean challenges, finally letting go of what's been nagging at him for days now. "That why you kissed her before?"

"What?" Sam shouts out instantly with the question. His stomach knots. How the hell did Dean find that out?

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Lizzy asks calmly up to Dean, keeping her nerves down and letting her brain quickly turn as it desperately tries to figure out how to handle this one.

"I'm talking about the two times you and my brother went behind my back and locked fucking lips," Dean points accusingly between them. "Yeah, I know."

"Look, Dean…" Sam starts to apologize profusely before being cut off.

"You're insane," Lizzy accuses. "Where the hell did you get the idea that that would ever happen?"

"It's a funny thing about shapeshifters, L," Dean explains. "They can tap into your brain. They know what you know."

It finally clicks with Sam and Lizzy. The shifters told him. Of course.

"They lied," Lizzy tells him simply.

"Bullshit," Dean calls out. "Why would they lie about that?"

"Why did they do everything they did to us?" Lizzy further explains. "The whole point of them involving themselves in our lives was to fuck with us. Clearly, they did a great job. That's quite the seed they planted in your mind."

Dean stands still, looking down at her with a still clenched jaw and his eyebrows lowered. She does make a very good point…

"Seriously, you think Sam and I would ever do that?" she asks while turning to Sam who's still sitting in bed, giving him the death stare that says he'd better play along. "Sam, tell him he's lost his shit."

Sam looks over to his very angry brother and makes the decision to go along with Lizzy and lie. Dean had no reason to worry. Sam didn't want Lizzy like that… right? "You've lost your shit."

"See?" Lizzy turns back to Dean and says. "Relax, Hot Shot. I'm yours and only yours, like I've told you a million times."

Dean looks both of them over carefully. He believes her, he always does, but he wishes that nagging feeling in the back of his mind over this would just go away.

"Hey, I love you," Lizzy says while holding his face in her hands. "You're the only person I want, ever."

"I know," Dean admits stubbornly.

"And Sam is like my brother," she tells him with a disgusted face. "Gross dude." She kisses Dean on the lips quickly.

"Fine," Dean agrees to drop the issue. He looks at Sam one last time, Sam feeling its icy intent as he does. "We should get going, check out the school again."

Dean walks away without another word, determined to make sure he gets the first shower for once. Maybe it'll wash away his uneasy feelings still lingering.

As soon as Dean is gone, Lizzy turns back to Sam and mouths to him, "We'll talk later."

Sam shakes his head disapprovingly at her lies. Sure, he's been doing his fair share of fibs lately but this one made him feel worse than plain not telling Dean in the first place. Lizzy walks away from the situation and Sam stays sitting in bed, running a hand through his hair in frustration, and tries to compose himself in order to push this one deep down with the rest of the lies he'd told. Ruby, psychic exorcisms, demon blood, and now kissing Lizzy.

If Sam ever catches a break, any kind of break in his life ever again, he might just drop dead from shock.

"Well this has been enlightening," Dean grumbles as the three once again find themselves across the street from the small elementary school. They drove around that morning and found the Impala parked outside the Little Apple Motel a few miles away. They followed John to school and watched him drop Sam and Dean off. After that they stuck around. Lizzy is supposed to be their main priority so they scout out the school she's in with little hope that it'll reveal anything new.

"Yeah, I had a feeling that from outside the building we wouldn't get too much more info," Lizzy adds with a yawn. After the shitty night sleep she got last night paired with the drunken/throwing up/hung-over night before, she's not doing so hot during their second day in the past.

"You ok?" Sam asks her from the back seat of their new crappy car they had to steal. They were fearful that the police would be looking for the first one by now and decided to switch it up, this time finding an old Pinto that was shockingly still running in 1990.

"Fine," she claims through the end of her yawn. "I'm fine. Just tired."

"Yeah, well, after school's out, you're going back for a nap," Dean offhandedly comments to her while staring at the front of the brick building.

"Um, did that whole babysitting thing go to your head?" Lizzy smiles at him. "You're now telling me when it's nap time?"

"Sorry, you just look like you need it," Dean tells her, zeroing in on the dark circles under her eyes.

"If anyone in this car needs some sleep it's Sam," she comments while turning around to look at him. "You look like shit by the way. You feeling alright?" She noticed the bags growing steadily under his eyes and the pallor in his skin tone getting worse and worse.

"Thanks so much. I feel fine," Sam answers in return quickly and guiltily. He's been getting sicker by the day but in the past Ruby won't be able to help him out with that. "And I agree with Dean."

"Yeah, yeah. You're both right," Lizzy begins with narrowed eyes. "But I could always use more sleep. Hazard of the job. What else is new?"

"Sam and I will run out, get food and whatnot, maybe some funk free clothes while you catch up on your sleep," Dean tells her. "Right Sammy?"

"Yeah, sure," Sam answers quickly.

"Ok," Lizzy cautiously says. "Try not to get me some lame or ugly clothes though, ok? I have a reputation to maintain."

"You'll be fine," Dean reassures as the school bell rings, signaling the end of the day. All three turn their attention to the mob of kids pouring quickly out the doors. After what feels like only a couple minutes, most students are gone, either riding the bus home or having been picked up.

There are a pair of familiar looking kids sitting on the curb out front of the school, though, waiting for their ride.

"Where's dad?" Sammy asks with disappointment.

"Late as always," Sam grumbles from the back seat. He's seen this before. Their father was known to be up to an hour late picking them up from school depending on what he'd gotten himself into during the day.

"He's on his way, Sammy. Relax," Dean remarks, picking up a few rocks from the sidewalk and tossing them across the street, trying to hit the newspaper vending machines the three hunters were sitting next to the day before.

"He's always late," Sammy complains. "So not cool."

"You're not cool," Dean rebuts to his annoying little brother as a rock loudly hits the plastic window of the Free Press vendor. "Yes!"

"Hi!" Lizzy's cheerful voice can be heard as she runs over to the two boys on the curb, leaving her mother in the dust as they had been walking to their car together.

"You know I was just thinking to myself, I could use some more surreal shit happening right about now," Lizzy remarks as they watch the whole thing unfold.

"Hey," Sammy greets when he sees her, standing up with her presence.

"How come you guys are still here?" Lizzy wonders brightly, smile in place as she's happy to see the two of them.

"Our dad's running late today," Sammy explains.

"Hey Sammy, is this Lou?" Dean wonders aloud with total glee as he stands up to get a better look at the girl. He drops an arm around his shorter brother and flashes his patented smile.

"No, this is Lizzy," Sam explains, shrugging out of Dean arm and getting annoyed with him. "Remember, you helped her yesterday?"

Lizzy just smiles up at him expectantly, assuming he'd remember her clear as day.

"Wow, love 'em and leave 'em even back then, huh?" Lizzy pokes fun, seeing that her younger self didn't make much of an impact on the childhood Dean.

"L, if I was scamming on first graders when I was eleven, that'd be gross," Dean informs her.

"Touché," Lizzy answers, agreeing completely.

"Oh yeah, you're the girl that kid pushed yesterday at recess," Dean finally recalls. "That kid's an asshole."

Lizzy just scrunches her face with his vulgar language.

"I mean, he's a jerk," Dean tries to recover.

"Guess you didn't have the trucker mouth yet back then," Sam quips as he pushes Lizzy in the shoulder from behind her.

"Shut up," she jokingly returns while swatting at his hand, getting a weird look from Dean at their easy interaction.

"He's a wicked big jerk," Lizzy concurs while dropping her pink backpack on the ground and unzipping it. "Everyone hates him because he's so mean. Here. I wanted to say thank you for being nice." Lizzy stands up tall after pulling out a paper and holds it out to Dean. Taking the paper he looks it over and smiles.

"Ha, check this out Sammy," he shares the paper with his brother. "You're not smiling, she got it right."

"Shut up, Dean," Sammy answers, pushing his brother away.

"Uh, thanks… Lizzy," Dean smiles genuinely over to her, Lizzy returning it, proud that he liked her work. They share a moment before Mrs. Noonan joins them.

Lizzy looks over to Dean quickly, smiling like the puppy love stricken woman that she is. That was damn cute to watch, no matter how fucked up it is in the long run. The look on his face lets her know he agrees totally.

"You're still here?" Mrs. Noonan asks with sheer surprise. "You kind of struck me as a leave the second the bell rings type of student, Dean."

"I usually am, ma'a… uh, Mrs. Noonan," Dean catches himself. "Dad's just running late today. This is my brother Sammy."

"Nice to meet you, Sammy," Mrs. Noonan nods down to him right as the Impala's engine can be heard coming near. The car pulls up right in front of them and John jumps out in a hurry.

"Sorry," he apologizes quickly when he sees an adult with his sons. He pops on his best smile with hopes of getting out of any trouble they caused, something his eldest son picked up from him. "Guess I lost track of time today."

"Oh, it's fine," Mrs. Noonan brushes off. "You're not that late at all."

"Dad, this is my teacher, Mrs. Noonan," Dean introduces and John's eyes grow wide.

"You don't say," he slyly returns. "Well it's nice to meet the teacher my son won't shut up about since yesterday."

"Dad!" Dean calls out with embarrassment as Sammy bursts out laughing at his brother's red-turning face.

"John Winchester," he formally greets with a handshake. "I really hope he's been behaving himself for you. Dean can be a handful sometimes."

Mrs. Noonan looks at John with utter surprise. "Really?"

"Well, that's what every teacher so far has told me," John says while ruffling Dean's hair. "Says he's a bit energetic and very curious… which I always take to mean he's a pain in the butt."

"You're killing me," Dean says up to his father, moving away from his assaulting hand and fixing his hair quickly. He sits on the curb with Lizzy and Sammy to avoid hearing any more ego-killing moments.

"You know, it's kinda cute how flustered you are around my mother," Lizzy admits. "Still creepy, but kinda cute too."

"Hey, she was old enough for me back then," Dean explains with levity. "You weren't yet."

"Dean's been pretty good for me," Mrs. Noonan tells John, avoiding mentioning the fight from the day before. "In fact, if you check his folder when you get home, you might like what you find."

"Oh yeah?" John responds with honest shock at what his son's teacher says.

"Yes. His creative writing piece from yesterday was really good," she explains while watching the three children sit on the curb looking over the pictures in one of Sammy's books. "The assignment was to write about a time when someone needed you. He wrote all about his little brother. It's really quite sweet and very well written."

Both Dean and his former self look at the teacher with utter wonder. No one had ever praised his work when it came to school, probably because he half-assed everything he did. He actually tried on this one assignment, however. The paper was about Sammy and that combined with his need to make this one teacher happy and proud made him work to his fullest ability for once.

Sam looks at Dean from the backseat. He remembers that paper. It was about the time that Sam had gotten sick and Dean was watching him while John was hunting. Dean stayed by his side until he was better, making sure he took medicine when he had to and getting him whatever he needed or wanted. From that moment on, Sam had relied on Dean more than anyone else, even his own father, for everything in his life… until he grew up and chose to rely only on himself. Sam found that assignment tucked away in his dad's journal years and years later. When he first read it, he was shocked. His brother never spoke his feelings much less wrote them down, so when he read his brother's words it actually touch him. It also made him realize that Dean had tons of unused potential in him as the paper was damn good for a sixth grader… he just never used it for whatever reason.

"I can't wait to read it then," John smiles wide, looking the woman in front of him over. "You know, Dean never responds to teachers very well. Generally he doesn't like them at all, but you've changed his mind I get the feeling."

Mrs. Noonan smiles and nods. "Hopefully. He's a really good kid."

"Well thank you, but I think it's because he has a really good teacher."

"Oh God," Lizzy says as her voice dips with slight disgust. "Oh shit, is your father hitting on my mother!"

"You just assumed Dean acts like he does by instinct only?" Sam quips. "Ha, it was all learned from dad."

"He did flirt pretty mercilessly sometimes," Dean adds. Lizzy looks to him with a scowl. "Hey, think of it as a compliment."

"That's very sweet of you, Mr. Winchester," Mrs. Noonan hesitantly returns.

"Call me John," he smiles back.

"Ok, John. Well, I have to go now," Mrs. Noonan politely bids farewell. "I have to take Lizzy home and get dinner ready for her and her father." With this, she winks and John looks slightly dejected.

"Ah," John says as he tries to hide his disappointment. "Well, lucky guy. Have a nice weekend, Mrs. Noonan."

"You too," she smiles back. "C'mon Liz."

"Bye Sammy," Lizzy says while standing up and grabbing her backpack. She stops and grins wide to Dean. "Bye Dean."

"See ya' Lizzy," Dean returns and stands up next to his father. The two stand side by side as they watch the mother and daughter get into their car, honking once and waving as they drive away.

"You got good taste, Dean my boy," John says offhandedly as he ushers his own kids to the Impala before driving away.

"God damn it," Lizzy complains. "John was as bad as you are?"

"Nah," Dean brushes off. "He just flirted a bit, maybe got some lovin' in here and there, but with two kids it was kinda tough to find the time."

"Jesus," Lizzy huffs as Dean turns the key in the ignition.

"Alright, naptime young lady," Dean tells Lizzy with a shit-eating grin. "Gotta catch up on your beauty sleep."

"Like I need it," Lizzy jokes with a grin. "Though I doubt I'll be able to sleep that much." She knows how difficult that would be to do. She's tired but her adrenaline is still pumping a bit. She sees the worry in Dean's eyes and decides it best to assuage him. "But I'll still try."

"S'all I ask," Dean returns. "We shouldn't be gone long. Keep the doors locked, lights off..."

"I know the drill," Lizzy tells him. She smiles reassuringly and Dean leaves her alone. He knows she'll be careful, he just worries sometimes.