Wanted Dead and Alive
Chapter two
Baby, I love your way.
Dean ran his hand over his face and I glared at him my arms folded. Sam shuffled around the room and sat on my other side. Sometimes, like moments like this and moments in the bar, he looks just like he did when I first met him. Dean sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"Why were you in that house?" Dean asked making my eyes squint out of anger towards him.
"It's called a job." I looked over Dean my lips curling into a slight snarl, as I fiddled with the silver chain out of habit. "I didn't know Hell gave out day passes? Or did you lot leave the door open again?"
His mouth thinned into a white line.
"I got out." He said in a steady voice this clearly wasn't the topic he wanted to be talking about. However it was no surprise to me that he was out, I had heard the stories, hell even Bobby called me to tell me that he was out and not a part of some demon plan. So he took away my only excuse for being able to kill him. "What job were you on?"
"I thought I saw something go on in that house. Well I did. I saw a little girl in a window looking scared and then I saw sulphur. However pretty sure it was a trap. The little girl was possessed, told the other one to get the information on where you two where then she left. More fun to be had. She said." I tapped my chin at looked up to the roof. "I think they called her some weird ass name like Lilith."
There was instant tension, I turned my head and looked at Sam who had this strange look in his eye. "Lilith. She was so close." He snapped standing up knocking his chair over.
Then silence fell on the room, like a thick heavy blanket, smothering me. I coughed not because of the awkwardness but because of this intense smothering feeling. However, Dean shot me a look that explained that he didn't understand the cough. I shot one back at him and adjusted my position. "You know this Lilith chick?" I asked to Sam.
"Yeah, you can say that. She's the one who held Dean's deal." Sam explained, Dean made a noise that gave me the instinct impression that he didn't want me to know about their dealings with her. "She's also running around trying to break 66 seals to raise Lucifer." Sam's voice sounded defiant, he wasn't looking at me but at Dean.
"So I guess calling her a bitch is an understatement." I scratched my hand and moved slightly the pain slowly going away. "What happens if Lucifer is released? I am guessing its not to go to some bake sales."
"The Apocalypse." Dean answered. "The end, hell on earth."
I allowed the words sink in.
I knew something bad was going down. Any hunter with half a brain knew that, but the end of the world? It sent chills down my spine. The faces of my nephew and my brother flashed to mind. But they were safe I knew that, yet I couldn't stop feeling so helpless to protect them.
Dean's hand flinched towards me. "Don't worry, we are on it." I pulled back the blanket that I was nestled under and swang my legs around. "Where do you think you're going? Get back in bed."
His hand went to my shoulder and my reflexes kicked in, my arm swang around grabbing his fingers and pulled them back.
"You bitch." Then I loosened my grip gave him a sheepish look then stood up.
Maybe Dean was right I should have stayed in bed the pain that I thought had subsided flared up. It would have caused me to cry out if I hadn't already suffered the most unimaginable pain only hours ago. Yet still I kept walking as if there was no pain. Sam held his hand for me but I waved it off. Painful step after painful step I found myself at the top of the stairs Dean and Sam slightly in front of me.
I took my step, then I smelt grass freshly cut grass. A bright light, a strong intense light that seemed to consume my whole vision and then the pain was gone.
The sun was bright white hot and Harrison was chasing a stray cat under the swings and over the fence. A warm hand brushed hair from my face. I looked up to see my mother, beautiful in all her natural glory. So angelic with her movements around me. Her perfect fingers spread sunscreen over my face.
"My little cherub," she cooed handing me my doll. A handmade tatted doll with bright red hair and painted big blue eyes. "You are the most special girl in the whole world, do you know that?" I looked at my mum with a smile. She had this power to make me smile to make me feel so safe.
I lifted my hand and touched her face. At that moment she looked less like a mother and more like perfection.
"Do you mind if we join you?" A kind voice said, we looked up to see a blond woman holding a hand of a little boy and a traveller capsule.
My mum smiled at her and shifted slightly to allow her and her children to join us. Her soft hands brushing over my skin allowing me to feel safe.
"I'm Ericka." My mother introduced extending her hand to the blond woman.
"Mary." She responded.
Dean Winchester is a Douchebag.
We had some classes together, and I swear no matter just how good looking I thought he was, his cocky attitude made me want to stab him with the silver knife I hid in my maths book. He always sat just in front of my his chair tipped back slightly and smelling of leather and cheap motels.
To top it off, he and Mandy were always sneaking in and out of closets and empty class rooms for their physical needs. Enough to make me vomit. That as well as the English class. Our teacher was bringing up the way writers expand the story with use of the Supernatural. Such like Shakespeare in Macbeth. How writers use the supernatural to give a reasoning to why things are.
Stupid bitch. Most of the things featuring in these stories are actually true. Well the fact that there are things like that in the dark, not like stupid facts like garlic keeping away vampires. Sinking back in to my chair Mandy put her hand up.
"Miss, do you believe that witches can be good then. Like in the Wizard of Oz?"
Ok where's my knife. "Unhygienic bitches." I muttered under my breath my hand itching for the knife in my bag.
Dean gave a splutter kind of cough to try and hide a laugh. I had another eye roll at the Winchester's expense.
The rest of the lesson seemed to fly by. Maybe because I found a couple of freckles on the base of Dean's neck that I made into my own dot to dot game.
The bell rang and I was one of the first out of my seat and headed straight to my locker. On my way I could feel someone following me, instantly I stopped and turned to have Dean Winchester crash into me. The impact with the wall of muscle that is Dean Winchester caused me to fall back right on my arse.
He smirked at me. "Well Lizzie," his voice said in his cocky manor, "Who would have thought you would fall for me?"
8-8-
The T.V flickered with images of war and blood; I didn't pay any attention to it. In my lap I had our apartments phone. The job Dad was on was taking longer than he thought it would. Another week and a half at least.
I hated it here, I liked sitting in the back seat of our car getting quizzed on how to kill different supernatural elements. What incarnations to say to make water holy. What different kinds of weapons worked best with everything my dad had ever hunted, these moments were the only ones I could ever connect to being like a family. I was four when mum died. She was such a lovely woman.
Whenever I thought of her I could picture her so clearly. She spoke with a faint Australian accent, due to the fourteen years of her life she lived there. Yet there was something more about her. It was the way her golden honey hair was always bouncy and her eyes, those hazel eyes always sparkled like she knew a secret. How she spoke with wisdom but also in a way I would understand what she said.
Would she have wanted this life for me? Would she have wanted her children to fight these monsters? Would she be proud of what we did? The lives we saved? No matter how we went about it the good we had done had to be worth something, right? Does the ends justify the means?
"So how was school?" Harrison asked as he opened the front door to our cheep dive of an apartment. Harrison has insisted that we had a stable place to live, that I shouldn't be subjected to hotel hopping. I would much rather a hotel room than this dive. At least then I wouldn't have had to spend the last hour or so searching for something to eat for dinner. I could have just ordered room service.
Hotel hopping was the hunter's way of life. For some reason it felt more of a home than this dump. I lifted my head from the arm rest of the warn out couch. Harrison was in a grey suit that he had used once as a cover in one of the jobs he helped dad out with.
It had been a week since the Winchesters arrived at my school and it really made things different – well for me. For some reason Dean seemed to be well interested in annoying me. However he and Mandy where always making out. It's like she was addicted in shoving her tongue down his throat. Not that I minded of cause. I wasn't into him, like in that way. He was funny, and pretty hansom and those eyes…
But I don't like him.
"School." I answered blankly. "Where have you been?"
Harrison shifted and moved more into the apartment sitting on the broken lazy boy. He unbuttoned his jacket opened it and sat down. "I had an interview." He responded just as short as I had to his question. I raised my eye brows at him and just as I was about to ask there was a knock on the door.
"Have you got a lady friend coming over?" I asked looking at Harrison as I sat up gesturing at his suit. House rules. Closest to the door always answers. Harrison shook his head his shaggy hair falling into his eyes.
With a shudder I pulled the door open, there stood Dean Winchester with a smug look, Sam standing next to him looking like he would rather be somewhere else.
"Sammy and I were just in the neighbourhood and we thought 'hey let's see what Lizzie is doing and if she would like to join us for some ice cream'. So Lizzie, would you like some very creamy ice cream." Dean gave me a breath taking smile.
"Just in the neighbourhood hey?" I responded patting Sam on the head. "You really shouldn't let your brother drag you all around."
Sam looked up at Dean and rolled his eyes, and then I heard movement behind me. I sucked in a deep breath as Harrison made his presence know. He coughed loudly as he handed me my bag. As he handed me my bag he whispered in my ear, "Should I tell him I own several guns?"
I turned back to him, "Why? When I own more than you." I grinned and walked out the door.
"See ya McNuggets." Harrison called out to me.
It instantly felt weird, being the add on to the Winchester clan. "So what's Mandy going to say when she sees the freak with her Winny."
Dean's eyes narrowed at Mandy's pathetic nickname for him. "So what's with that McNuggets?" Sam asked before Dean could say whatever he thought.
"Embarrassing story," I responded as Dean opened the door to the ice cream parlour.
"That's caught my attention?" Dean said as I walked past him, I shot him an 'I'm not telling' look.
We ordered our ice cream, insisted that he and I shared a Sunday, however he seemed to eat more than me. Pig. His leg brushed mine causing me to stop mid breath. He looked at me and picked up a glazed cherry.
"Mind if I have your cherry, Lizzie?" My eyes rolled as his innuendo but I couldn't help but smile. I turned my head and saw a black Impala pull up.
"That car is a beauty." I said to no one in particular, I don't know much about cars but this one, well it was just amazing.
"Dad?" The boys said together as they got out of their plastic chairs and moved quickly outside. Their dad? Does this mean they are going to be leaving after only a week at our hell hole?
I picked myself up from the seat dropping some notes on to the table and went to join them to say good bye. It's a shame really that Sam kid was growing on me and Dean – well he was pretty awesome.
Their dad looked a lot like him. Strong, rough and hansom in that old man kind of way. Instantly I straightened myself up slowly walking towards Dean who was now looking deadly serious.
"See ya around Winchester." I said in passing, not really wanting to stay and be introduced to their father. I wasn't Dean's girl friend.
"Who might you be?" Papa Winchester asked blocking me from leaving.
I extended my hand to him, "Elizabeth Bradford." He grasped my hand and we shook.
"John Winchester." He released his grip and looked at me instantly I felt the need to prove myself. "Your father, he's Ted Bradford right?" John said looking at me right in the eyes.
"How did you –"
"Used to play softball with a Bradford in Lawrence." John said his tone conversational. "He had a daughter around your age named Elizabeth." He gave a half smile.
I surveyed John's face, he looked like he wanted to ask me more questions. "Well," I said slowly taking a step back. "I best be off."
"Dean, walk her home." John ordered his eyes not leaving my face.
"No need I can take care of myself, Mr Winchester." I said, "See you around."
I turned around quickly to try and stop any arguments or disagreements to my transportation home. My mind was clouded. I remember living there, in Lawrence, I remember going to a park every Friday but I couldn't remember Dad being on any team.
I was two blocks away from my apartment when I heard Dean call my name. I turned around to see him running up to me, he put his hands on his hips and gave me a smile. A smile that melted my defences.
"I am walking you home." He said a smirk on his lips.
"I can take care of myself." I responded as I began to walk.
"Sure you are." He smirked again and I felt his hand slip into mine. My heart stopped beating for a second but a smile stretched on to my lips. "So what's with the nickname McNuggets?"
"If I told you that, I would have to kill you." I grinned. "And as much joy as that would bring me, I'm sure. It would be such a hassle. Getting lawyers and court dates."
Dean laughed and we neared my apartment. "So what is the protocol for when the devilish handsome man drops off a very lovely yet feisty lady off at her place?" He pulled me closer.
"Not sure on the protocol, but wouldn't your Janitor closet buddy be upset about you discussing protocol with the class freak?"
He pulled me close and brushed some hair from my face, allowing his hand to slip down to my jaw line tipping it up slightly. "Hm, All I have to say is 'Who cares'."
His lips met mine and instantly I felt like I was on fire. It started slow but then it deepened we held each other giving into this wild fire feeling. My heart thumping in my ears.
"My thoughts exactly." I breathed back to him. This is wrong, my mind screamed at me. As much as I couldn't stand Mandy and I wanted to make her pay, but this. Kissing a guy who is someone else's, kissing a guy that I know would be back with Mandy first thing tomorrow morning. He was a player, and I knew it why would I allow myself to fall into his trap. Player Player. "My brother is very protective of me-"
"So?" Dean responded his tone cocky. He leaned in but I stepped back.
"So, he's probably watching us."
"Kinky." Dean responded leaning in again. "Thru a telescope that is mounted on a rifle."
"I don't think your brother could take me."
I laughed and opened the door to my apartment building. "Oh Winchester," I shook my head, "I could take you."
"Is that an offer?" He cocked his eyebrow making my cheeks turn scarlet.
"Good night Winny."
"Night McNuggets."
I slipped the key into the apartment building and unlocked it with a click. I could still feel Dean behind me watching me. I turned around to him so conflicted. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to feel him again. No I had to be strong.
"Don't call me that." I said referring to the McNuggets comment. He gave me a weird look. "What?"
"Maybe I should walk you to your door." He said looking serious.
"Dean. Seriously what do you think will get me between this door and two flights of stairs? The Boogy man? If it came down to it, I could take him. Night Winchester."
*-8-8-8
Harrison shook me awake the next morning. "Oi McNugget, wake up." My eyes were open but he continued to shake me. His hands gripped me tight my head jerking backwards and forwards. "Liz! LIZZIEBEAR I have fantastic news."
"I am awake. What's your fantastic news?" Harrison dropped his grip and jumped on my bed pulling the sheets tight.
"Promise not to freak out. And I am telling you because you are the bestest sister in the world." He smiled. "Promise you won't freak and tell dad just yet." He tapped his finger to his nose. "Sibling oath."
"Yeah?" I sat up in my single bed. "Who have you killed?"
"No one. Opposite really. Kerri is pregnant." He practically cheered jumping on my bed crushing my legs underneath his weight.
"Awesome!" I shouted back quickly tucking my legs underneath myself. "Who's she?"
"Kerri, the one who I saved from the crazed spirit in Oregon."
"The one that you practically lived in her bedroom with salt lines telling dad you were keeping her safe." I raised my eye brows suddenly. "Am I going to be an Aunt?"
Harrison's smile grew, he jumped up and punched the air. "I'm going to be a daddy!"
"But you're twenty."
Harrison sat down his face clearly reflecting his distaste to my lack of excitement. "So was mum when she had me."
"Yeah but dad was a lot older."
Harrison sighed and sat back down his arms folded. "We are going to get married after she's had the kid, she's already starting to show and it's not how she pictured her wedding. Anyway I have already been accepted in to a school on a full ride-"
"So what, you're going to live a normal soccer mom life?" I folded my arms. "I thought you would grow out of this stage of wanting to ditch the family."
He grabbed my hands. "No not ditch the family. Ditch this life. This stupid excuse of an existence. The way dad trained us, to kill to shoot first ask questions later. That's no way you train you kids. To raise them. Mum wouldn't have wanted that for us."
"How do you know?" I snapped back. "Maybe she would have wanted us to make sure no one else has to go through the same pain as we did."
"Look Lizziebear. Kerri and I have spoken and we want you to come live with us." He said the words through a sigh. Then there was silence. Leave Dad to hunt by himself so I could live some cookie cutter life? Go to college. Maybe join a sorority, date some guy in a band sneak into clubs to watch him play. Get stoned and drunk. Have random sex with random people. Live the college experience.
I shook my head got out of bed. "I have to get ready for school."
"Think about it Liz." He pleaded. "You're a smart girl. Kerri's dad even suggested that he payed for you. A way of saying thank you-"
"For what? Digging up his mistresses grave and burning her bones." I slammed my wardrobe door shut.
"Come on Liz. You're smart if you put your mind to it you could probably get into anywhere you want. Do whatever you want." He shuffled as I bundled it under my arm. "Do you still want to be driving around the country with dad when you're thirty?"
"I have to get ready for School." I moved out of my bed room then into the bathroom slamming the door shut behind me. Angrily stripping down and turning on the hot water. The water hit me hard causing my skin to quickly turn red raw. Salt water fell from my eyes.
Harrison couldn't leave me. He was my rock. Hell he was more than a father to me than my own. I dressed slowly trying to kill time so I could just bolt out the door and head straight to school. As much I didn't want to face school. I couldn't face seeing Dean and Mandy. Her gooey looks to him. Dean being all cocky like he knows that I don't want to like him. That I do too much.
There is no point in these stupid crushes, in a couple of weeks I will be gone. He will still be with Mandy then he will graduate and I will be just a distant memory.
I pulled on my tight black jeans and an old grey baggy t-shirt that fitted weirdly, dipping strangely around my bra. I lifted the cloth in an attempt to make it fall different, it failed. Quickly brushing my teeth, I swung the bathroom door open. Harrison was leaning against the couch. He stood up ready to start talking. I grabbed my book bag.
"What do you want for breakfast?" He asked looking at me with a pleading smile on his face.
"I am walking to school, no time." I moved towards the door my hand on the handle.
"Just think about it." He pleaded. I didn't respond just opened the door and slammed it shut. My legs pounded against the stairs, slightly slipping on the third last stair. The old couple below popped their head out to yell at me. Ignoring them I pushed the door open and continued to run.
I ran straight past the High school and kept going. Everything, everything I knew, everything I held dear was going to break. To lose Harrison. To have to choose between my brother who was always there, or my father who has only ever wanted the best for me.
My legs began to feel like they were split open, instantly I stopped and taking in everything. My moist surroundings took me by surprise. There was a lake that ran around the outskirts of the small town. The sudden halt of my running caused me to trip, the dirt fell away from me causing me to lose my footing.
That was when something grabbed my arm and pulled be back into what felt like a warm brick wall. Crushing but strong and comforting.
"You have to be the clumsiest person…" Dean sighed. "Who falls once they stop running?"
"Winchester I am not in the mood ok." I shook his grip off me and moved closer to the lake standing so close to the water. "Shouldn't you get back to Mandy?"
Dean sighed, and I began to walk up stream, knowing full well Dean was following. It was a long moment before I stopped and turned around to face him. Neither of us spoke. Yet his hand reached out and brushed a salt water tear from my cheek.
"What happened?" He asked allowing his hand just to linger slightly on my cheek.
I moved away and sat on the bank. I wanted to tell him I needed to tell him but how was I meant to tell this guy what was tearing me up.
"It's hard to explain." I pulled my bag off my shoulder and dumped it on the ground. "Why didn't you let me fall?" Dean looked at me weirdly. "Why did you follow me?"
"Something didn't seem right." He joined me with a shrug. "And who needs school anyway."
I nodded and pulled off my jumper. "I want to go swimming." I said after a moment of silence. My hands already on my shoes and socks pulling them off.
"What?" Dean asked, as he watched me pull off my t-shirt exposing my bra, then fiddle with my belt and letting me drop my pants to the ground. Maybe it was my imagination but I could have sworn I heard Dean stop breathing.
The water was like ice, yet I endeavoured to go further out. I always did things like this when my life seemed out of control. Do weird things to make me feel somewhat alive.
Dean looked perplexed by my movement into the water. "You coming in?" I called out swimming into the middle of the lake. Dean took off his leather jacket then his shirt.
"What's in it for me?" He called back. I smiled and moved to a submerged rock and hoisted myself on to it, however just as I did it my hand slipped on the slime covered rock and the rest of myself followed. I cursed loudly to myself as the cold water hit me.
My body felt limp for a second as the water filled me. Yet as I fell my body tumbled. Fighting I tried to find my way up the right way the way to life. That's when the second time I felt his strong arms around me and pulled me up. Dean pushed me against the rock his eyes looking dangerously at mine. The hairs on the back of my neck stood.
"What do you think you were doing?" He yelled at me.
"I slipped it could happen to anyone."
"You were being careless." He snapped back. "Being careless can get yourself killed." Those words I had heard from my father so many times in my life.
"I slipped off a rock." I snapped back suddenly becoming so much more aware of Dean's muscles moving as he kept me afloat and up on the rock. I couldn't help but look deep into his eyes.
"You have been acting careless all day."
"All Day?" I snapped back at him. He agreed and was about to open his mouth when I pushed mine of to his.
Instantly he pushed us away from the rock pulling me closer and engaging in one of the best kisses of my life. Lifting me up so my legs could wrap around his waist. Our mouths played together and his whole body seemed to be enjoying the kiss. The hot sinful kiss, that made my heart explode and my toes to curl. His hands were strong and tried to feel as much of my almost naked body as he could.
Dean broke the kiss by allowing his lips to run down the side of my neck. My fingers gripped him tight and allowed a slight moan to come from my lips. I could feel Dean smile against my neck. Quickly I pulled away from him.
"Race you back?" I said as I began to swim back.
"Tease." He laughed as he splashed me and swam after. He rived back on the grass way before I did. "Look you made me get in before I took my jeans off."
I climbed up on the grass and laid next to him. His eyes surveyed my underwear clad body. "Poor baby." I responded as the sun broke through the trees. Dean rolled on to his side.
Ok another re-edited chapter. Will pump some more out soon maybe today. See how things go. Might get distracted. Now please read and review. Not long till Supernatural Season 5!