Wanted Dead and Alive
Chapter three
Rock and roll all night.
I giggled as he stretched his hand across my stomach he smirked at me lowering his head to mine. My heart pounded against my ribs. "Seriously," Dean said his eyes were connected with mine. "The other night you practically push me off you..." He traced his finger up my stomach then back down again. "Now you skip school almost fall head first into a lake then strip down," he paused and his smirk grew, "not that I am complaining."
"Of cause not, Winchester." His finger ran across my scar causing a shiver to run down my body.
"Then you went swimming and almost died." I snorted he gave me a harsh look. "Then," he stretched out his hand and smoothed his hand across my ribs, my cheeks flushed read. "What's gotten into to you?"
"Why Winchester, do you want to explain the unexplainable?" I sat up and kissed him on the mouth.
"Don't tempt me." He said causing me to laugh. "I feel like your objectifying me." I laughed again. "Don't laugh at me." He joked as he began to tickle me. Soon we were both rolling across the grass in the sun.
It was one of those moments. One of those moments where everything else just disappeared, and nothing else existed but each other. There was no school that I really should be at. No Supernatural creatures that just always seemed to want my family's blood. There was also no elder brother leaving the family for some new family.
He pinned me to the ground. He pressed his lips against mine and quickly pulled away.
Dean gave me this look, like he was debating with internal demons.
His lips crashed against mine suddenly. His arms held me close, his wet jeans rubbing up against my legs. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, burning loudly screaming for me to give in. Allow him to give in to my body's needs.
The sun was high in the sky when we untangled ourselves from each other. Our clothes dried and gasping for breath. Dean wrapped his arms around me and I buried my head into his chest.
"It's weird." He said after a while his fingers slightly stroking my back. I looked up at him pressing my chin against his chest. "I feel like I should protect you."
I sighed into him. His sent filling my nostrils enticing me. Wanting me to just give in to my physical desires. "Winchester I can take care of myself."
His lips touched the top of my head. "So you have said." He rolled on to the back and I got the distinct feeling he was almost asking me to allow him to be protective over me.
"Why don't we make a deal," I smiled as I straddled him, just enjoying this perfect moment with a guy I couldn't get off my mind. "If I need help, I will always come to you first."
He sat up, supporting himself with his arms. "For now." He responded. Just as our lips met again there was a blast of a horn.
Harrison's car was parked underneath a tree. The door swang open and he stormed out. His eyes were blazing his hair a mess. Instantly Dean and I broke apart. I dashed to get my clothes that were neatly folded by the lakeside. Dean quickly did the same grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it over his head.
I half expected Harrison to yell at me instead he stormed straight to Dean and threw a punch. The fist landed directly in Dean's face. The punch to his face a bone crushing blow, however Dean didn't crumple to the ground as I expected him to do nor did he run away. Instead they were soon in a full blown fight. Ducking and weaving each other's punches, I had to admit Dean was a fairly good fighter.
"Oi!" I shouted as Dean and Harrison continued to throw punches. "Get off him." I grabbed Dean by the back of his shirt and pulled. He fell backwards and Harrison got up. Harrison angrily dusted himself off then grabbed my shoulder.
"Come on Elizabeth." He lead me back to his car without a word. We sat in the car not saying anything. The engine roared and he skidded out of my dream world back into reality.
It had to be the longest ride back to the apartment. Neither of us said anything. I was pissed and by the looks of it so was he as I tried to dress myself in the front seat. Harrison hugged the road turning sharply with each corner.
The car lurched when he stopped in the apartment car park. I wondered how Dean was going to get home and if he was going to be in any trouble for ditching school like I did. When I realised the car we were parked next too.
Swinging my door open and started to run up into the apartment up the stairs. Our apartment door was already ajar. I pushed it open to see my father standing in the middle of the room looking larger than life. Wearing a leather coat and jeans which were covered with dried mud and dust, with large black army boots from his years in the force.
"Daddy!" I greeted as I ran into the shabby entrance to the apartment. Dad turned around his scruffy face turning into a smile. Bounding up to him I wrapped my arms around my father's neck his stubble scratched my neck. He gave me a warm hug back.
"Hey Tiny Dancer!" He dropped his arms and held me at arm's length. "You look different."
"How did the hunt go?"
"Elizabeth skipped school again today." Harrison said closing the door behind us before Dad could answer. I shot Harrison a look. "I found her half naked with some boy."
"What?" My dad snapped folding his arms across his chest. "Who is this guy?"
"Nothing happened Dad." I sighed moving into the worn out couch. "And his name is Dean."
"This same Dean also picked out lock so he could come and take her out." Harrison snapped dobbing me into our dear old dad. Oh so that's how he came up to my apartment, why didn't I think of that before?
Well Harrison sure changed his tune. He was practically pushing me out the door to spend time with him and now – what an idiot.
"What?" Dad yelled, "I leave you in charge for a couple of weeks and you allow your sister to skip school to have strange untrustworthy boys around?"
"Wait? Did I miss the memo when I actually became a father to an seventeen year old girl." Harrison yelled. "I am here doing the best I can to raise someone three years younger than me. It's not my job but I do it, you should do it. Do you think mum would have wanted me to be the only father figure in her life?"
Dad started to splutter. The vain on his neck pulsing. "Stop it." I yelled at both of them my arms across my chest in an angry protest. "I screwed up. I skipped school. I went swimming in the lake – which was why I was half naked – because-" I stopped myself. I couldn't not like this. I couldn't declare if I was going to stay apart of the family or go off with Harrison. I couldn't. Not now, not like this.
"Because?" Dad snapped his arms winding themselves around his broad chest so tightly I wouldn't have thought that they could ever untie.
"I felt like it?" I sucked in a deep breath. "Just wanted to skip school and Dean just tagged along. To keep me safe or something. I don't know I really wasn't paying attention."
Dad sighed. He always spoke about me zoning out and how it's going to be the death of me one day. "This was not how I wanted to be greeted." He unwound his arms and his hand ran over his face. "Fine, Beth, your grounded."
"What?" Sure I had heard of groundings when I watched mindless teenage Television shows. Not in my real life. I practically lived a grounded existence.
"School then straight home. No seeing this Dean kid."
"What? Dad! No, Dad come on we will be out of this town –"
"In a week. I need my rest for a while before we hit the road. So no seeing this boy outside of class." Just was I about to 'but dad' he held up his finger and pointed towards my room. I could have had smacked him in the face. Yet I obeyed him, and sulked into my bedroom.
Like what was explained to me that night. Either Harrison or Dad were going to drive me to school until the end of the week. To top that off my father didn't care for my new attitude. Right whatever. However Harrison came into my room late that night and thanked me for not ragging him out like he did to me. He once again asked me to go away from him. To leave this hunting life behind.
I only responded with 'I thought you didn't want to be responsible for me', he almost looked as if I slapped him in the face when I said that. He quickly changed the subject to about how Dean could actually hold his own in a fight. This in turn, got me to ignore him. I don't know why suddenly I felt the need to be so weird when it came to the Winchester, I just, well wanted to spend time with the only one who didn't think of me as a freak.
The first day after dad coming back he drove me to school. His car pulled up right in front of the gate his eyes expectant on the school. I gathered he was waiting to see who Dean was.
"Harrison or I will meet you here at 3." I merely just nodded, pissed off with being treated like a child for the first time in my life.
Just as I opened the door the Black Impala pulled up on the other side of the road. I could see Dean sitting in the front seat. A smile tickled my lips just as my father began to rev the engine. Slamming the door behind me, without giving my father any of the love that I once would have, I swang my bag over my shoulder and walked straight to the gates of hell.
Dean appeared by my side much quicker than I would have thought Sam in toe.
At that sudden moment I didn't know how to greet him. What part of this game were we at? And could we really be anything, I was leaving in a week, leaving him to the jaws of Mandy. My throat felt like it was going to close, that was when Dean slipped his hand into mine our fingers quickly intertwining. He moved our hands to behind his back so no one could see.
"Was there hell to pay when you got home?" Dean asked as we walked down the halls. Sam stood off to the side.
"Grounded." I responded. "What about you?"
"Nothing."
"The joys of being male I guess." I said through a sigh. Dean laughed. "So Sam did ya enjoy wondering the halls without big brother Dean looking over your shoulder?"
Sam shrugged and then broke away from us looking at Dean.
"Don't worry about him," Dean said as he leaned up, "he gets a bit shy." He added as he pulled me close.
"Do you really think Mandy will appreciate this public display of affection?"
"You worry too much about what she thinks." His lips moved to my ear. "So what are you doing tonight?" My knees turned weak.
"Grounded remember. Under house arrest." He sighed his breath tickled on my neck. Great, I am one of those girls, who turned into mush when she was around the guy she thought was cute.
"So break out?"
"Why do you want me to die?"
"I guess I could always break in." He gave me a playful look.
"My dad owns a gun." I smiled.
"So does mine." His lips brushed up against my neck and he lead me into the janitors closet.
The week was almost up, it was Sunday, and now Harrison decided to tell dad about his plans as we sat around the dinner table.
"I am not coming with you." Harrison said stabbing the potato with his fork.
"What?" Dad snapped letting his fork letting it clank on the plate.
"Kerri is pregnant."
"Who?" I was glad Dad had the same reaction as me.
Harrison began to tell me what he told me all those mornings ago. The vain in my father's neck began to pulse, and his face slowly but surely started turn purple.
"And I want Liz to come with me."
Dad allowed his words to sink in. I guess he always thought that I would be the one who would leave the family business. He had always insinuated that. Yet I guess when faced the prospect of me actually leaving scared him a bit.
"Beth?" Dad asked me. It was strange how everyone used different variations of my name.
"I am not going anywhere dad." I said. "I am a hunter." I added forcefully.
"But McNuggets, you can be so much more?"
"More?!" Dad snapped his fist slamming down on the table.
"Yes more." Harrison snarled. "Having a normal life, not having her life constantly in threat. Having a stable healthy relationship, getting married working a normal job."
"She is safe with me." Dad growled his teeth showing.
"Until you get distracted by a job, which you always do." Harrison responded with the same snarl.
Dad's brow furrowed together and turned bitter. "You have no idea what you are talking about. If you want to leave the family and leave the thing that killed your mother walking around..."
"It's been years!" Harrison yelled. "Years and the trail has gone stone cold. You can't possibly think that mum would have wanted her children to be fighters. Mindless killers."
The voices got louder and louder and I slipped behind the yelling and into my room. Dean did break in one night. Friday night to be exact. Nothing really happened. We sat in silence listening to some of my music, I smuggled in some sugary food. We stuffed our faces and when I was sure my dad was asleep we began to joke around like we always do. Then I told him about moving again, he didn't say anything. It was strange, for both of us. I don't think either of us have had anything like this before. A sort of relationship. And when I woke up he was gone. I guess that's probably for best.
I sank onto my bed and kicked the clothes spilling out from my half packed bags. An idea sprang to my mind, I pulled off the clothes I have had on all day and that smelt of pine after the majority of the day making Steaks. And got changed, hoping to all god that I looked half way decent and opened my window and climbed down the fire escape.
It took less time than I thought getting to the Sticks Motel. That was when the flaw of the plan came evident. I had no idea what I was doing, I had no idea which room the Winchester's were staying in. God, Dean could have gone off with Mandy for all I knew.
The black impala glistened in the street light, so I just moved over and sat on the hood looking up into the stars. My breathing deepened and I became relaxed.
"If you scratch the car I might just have to kill you." I smiled at the voice but didn't look away from the stars. "Dad's given me the keys," I heard them jingle. "Want to go for a drive?" I sat up, my skirt slipping a little, I watched Dean's eyes look me over wiggling his eyebrows.
"Oh shut up." I laughed as I slid off the bonnet and walked around to the passenger side door. "Let's drive."
Dean gave me a childish grin. The Impala was well an amazing ride. Dean had some classic rock blasting from the speakers. One hand on my leg one hand on the wheel. His thumb softly stroked my skin.
We drove for about an hour talking about mindless stuff, about the band that was on the radio. Then about my great escape. He found it well amusing to say the least.
"And here was I thinking that you wouldn't get a chance to say goodbye to little old me."
"Good thing my dad has a short temper and yours is reasonable." Dean laughed at my comment allowing his hand to slip up slowly.
"I just think he likes you." My cheeks turned red as Dean stopped the car. He removed his hand from my leg and stroked the side of my face.
"Well he is a stud. Maybe I should have let him drive me around. He could give me a nice long goodbye." I winked at Dean who gave me a deathly look. I laughed.
"That's more than slightly disturbing."
"And I think I might miss you."
"Might you?" I turned to him scooting closer to him. "What will you miss?"
His hand ran through my hair. "Lots of things." I took a breath taking me in. "Will you miss me?"
"Nope." I joked slipping out of his grip and opened the door and ran out. Soon he was chasing me down the hill side I laughed as his arms wrapped around me and span me. He pushed me down onto the ground.
"Say you'll miss me." He said pinning my arms to the ground. I shook my head. "Say it."
"Nope." I snapped with a smile on my face. His head lowering to my lips.
"You are so going to miss me." He smirked at me, my heart pounded loudly in my chest.
"I don't want to miss you." I responded. He loosened his grip on me.
"Yeah." His lips met mine and quickly pulled away. "Do you want me to drive you home?"
"No. I could think of much better things I could do... that we could do." I sat up kissing him deeply.
"Wait what?" For the first time I had ever spoken to Dean his voice shook and broke slightly.
"I don't know." I responded in a whisper. Dean's lips crashed against mine. In a strong fire like kiss. His tongue in my mouth playing with mine. His hands his mouth it set me alight with passion.
This was all happening so, so fast. So not how I pictured it, yet it was everything I imagined. To have strong warm arms holding me tightly close to the body of a man that I cared for beyond anything I could imagine.
His hands were up underneath my shirt then under my blue bra. His lips travelled down my neck. "Let's go somewhere a little warmer." He picked me up still kissing me and put me down on at the back door of the Impala. He took off his jacket rolled it into a ball and put it down at the furthest end. I slid in. He slid on top of me trying hard not to crush me with his weight.
Soon our clothes where off and our hands were all over each other. It was awkward, it hurt, his head hit the roof a couple of times. It was nothing like I expected and everything all at the same time.
We curled up in the back seat his arms tightly wrapped around me.
"I am going to miss you." I whispered into the night.
"I knew it." He kissed my shoulder. I kept my mouth shut and snuggled against him.
My body was hot. Burning hot. White pain shot through my body causing me to scream. A cold cloth rested on my head trying to cool me down. Water droplets ran down my face but they felt like they were turning into steam before they could help. I had to be on fire, engulfed by flames dragging me to hell.
"What the hell happened to her? What were you two doing?" I heard the rough strong voice of my brother Harrison.
"A job." My father responded with an older version of Harrison's voice. I pulled in a deep breath and writhed in the pain. "Now you do your civilian job, fix her."
"If I knew what affected her I might have know what to do." He snapped back.
I wanted to yell at them to stop, this was the first time in three years since they had been in the same room together. Three years since I left Dean behind, since Harrison announced he was going to become a off to university and that a girl he met on one of our jobs was going to be his wife and was already pregnant with his son. Three years since I graduated and had a fight with my father saying that I was going to continue hunting three years since my father told Harrison never to come back. Three long years.
"We were hunting Witches." I heard my father say. "I guess your fancy degree hasn't taught you how to deal with this."
"No." I heard his voice get quite. "But I have learnt a thing or two. I am gathering you burnt the hex bag?" His voice was distant.
"What do you think I am, an idiot? This is my job." I heard Harrison groan off in the distance. Pain shot through my body. Burning. Burning my insides. Liquefying them.
A hand place on my shoulder, "Don't give up baby girl." My dad's voice said, pleading begging. I couldn't hold on. I was slipping I needed to fight I needed too.
It was white, a crisp pristine white. The kind of white that you associate with heaven. A man stood in my view, I thought it was a man by the way the light hit it. He stretched out his hand for me.
"Who are you?" I asked the faceless man.
"Castiel." He responded. "I need you to fight this." His hand stretched out further. "Take my hand."
Hesitation rattled me. It would be too easy just to give up here, to fall away in to a peaceful life, where there was no pain not remembering just a long peaceful sleep. A sleep that I needed for so long.
"Take my hand." Castiel repeated again this time a little stronger than before. Something made me not want to let him down. "Don't let your mother's sacrifice be in vain." He said his words chilling me down to the core. "Please take my hand."
I reached out to him. He held my hand tightly and pulled me up to my feet.
My head was tilted up and a hot sticky liquid was poured down my throat. It tasted like tar, or well how I imagined tar to taste like. It stuck to the sides of my throat.
"Nasty." I found myself spluttering. Then two strong arms gently wrapped themselves around me. I could smell our Cadillac leather on him. I could feel tears splashing on to my shoulder. It is strange to see a hunter express emotion like that. To get so upset, so much so that they actually behave in a human kind of way. We hunters have to be strong when every nerve in our body is telling us to run. Run for the hills, what we are dealing with is not natural, not what we should be doing. "Dad it's ok." I said as I moved out of his grip. Dad released me just to have another pair of strong arms around me. "Ok Harrison, let me go."
"Nope McNuggets can't do." He said into my neck. "We almost lost you there."
"A Witch? Come on Bro, give me some credit." I moved trying to loosen his grip on me.
"Aunty Wiz?" A small worried voice said in the door way.
"Pete, go back to your room, Aunty Liz and Pop will see in a short while. Go play with mummy."
I heard tiny footsteps disappear around the corner, the tiny footsteps were soon masked by louder ones. "Keep the door shut please." There was a sigh. "I will get some clothes for Liz."
Kerri walked away to her room I presume. I was lowered back on to the bed noticing for the first time that my clothes were sticking to my body and that the smell of that copper that I only connect with blood was seeping into the fabric.
"Get some rest Tiny Dancer." My father cooed. "I won't leave your side."
This was a flash back chapter but I didn't put it in Italics just cause it would be hard to read. Trust me it gets better as it goes along. Read and Review. Thanks!