Bring Me To Life
Chapter Three
Here is the long-awaited third chapter of 'Bring Me To Life' Enjoy!
Lizzie stared in shock at the two broken, slightly charred pieces of her old, faithful wand in Sam's hand, unable to believe it. "How did this happen?" she asked, unsure if she wanted to know the answer. "After you died, Crowley's hellhound stepped on your wand and it broke," said Sam, looking truly sorry for Lizzie.
Then Lizzie held out the broken pieces to Sam. "Mend it, please, Sam," she said.
Sam gazed at Lizzie. "Liz,'' he said. "When a wand has been damaged – especially by a creature like a hellhound, they rarely work the same again, even if by some miracle, it could be repaired,"
"Please try," Lizzie begged, gazing into Sam's hazel eyes. Sam sighed. "Okay,'' he said as he took his own wand out of his jeans pocket, and pointed it at the broken pieces of Lizzie's wand. "Reparo!" he said, as the two halves of Lizzie's wand resealed themselves.
Lizzie lifted her wand hopefully. "Expelliarmus!" she cried. Sam's wand jerked, but didn't leave his hand.
"Lumos!" Lizzie cried. The tip of Lizzie's wand glowed feebily. This simple bit of magic was too much for her wand to take as the tip extinguished, then fell apart into two pieces a moment later.
Lizzie sighed. She knew that it was now impossible for her wand to work properly like it did, but she didn't want to get rid of the pieces. She knew that it was stupid to not to throw them out since it was beyond repair, but she couldn't help it. She felt as if she had lost a really close friend.
Her transformation locket, as it turned out, was also damaged by the hellhounds. The cover of the locket was broken off, and the large round blood red crystal in the center had a large crack down the middle.
When Lizzie attempted to transform into Sailor Vampiress (after Sam attempted to mend her locket), nothing happened. What started out as a perfect day with her back with the man she had meant to marry, and thankful to be alive, Lizzie's good mood quickly diminished.
"You could always go to Ollivander's and get a new one," said Sam. Lizzie nodded. She knew Sam was only trying to be helpful, but she new that getting a new wand wouldn't be the same. She knew what Dean would say if he heard about her disappointment over her irreparable wand: It's only a wand, Lizzie.
No, it was more than that. That wand had chosen her when she was only eleven years old. It felt like a friend to her, and now that bond was gone. Same with her transformation locket. Her cousin, Serena had given it to her when she was thirteen, and she never went anywhere without it.
Lizzie sighed heavily. "I'm really sorry, Lizzie,'' said Sam. "It's okay,'' said Lizzie, although she still looked heartbroken.
"I'll buy you a new one okay?" said Sam. Lizzie shrugged. "Kay,'' she said.
Then another thought struck her, destracting her from the saddened emotions that came when she discovered the irreparable destruction of her beloved wand.
"Did you tell Harry?" asked Lizzie. "That I was dead?" Sam smiled. "Yeah, I did,'' he said. "And? How did he take it?" "Surprisingly well,'' Sam admitted. "At first, he thought I was playing a prank, then when I told him about your deal, he seemed in shock, then he did something I wasn't expecting."
"What?" asked Lizzie. "He started laughing!" Lizzie looked perplexed. "I know!" said Sam. I asked him why he would be laughing, and he said that sacrificing yourself for me sounds like something you would have done,"
Lizzie smiled. "Did he say anything else about me?" "Yeah,'' said Sam. "He said that when you guys were at school together, you were always the adventurous one – always taking the risks, while everyone else sat back, coming up with strategies, you were the one going "Come on! Let's go! Bring it!"
Lizzie laughed. "He's not wrong!" she giggled. "So, uh – he doesn't know that I'm alive?"
Sam shook his head. "No,'' he said. "For all he knows you're still in Hell,"
"Mm,'' said Lizzie, draining her beer bottle. "You really don't remember anything?" Lizzie shook her head. "No,'' she lied.
"Oh! I think you're gonna want this back,'' said Sam, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the engagement ring that Sam had given her a year ago.
"You kept it?" she asked, happily. "Yeah,'' said Sam. "I polished it every day,'' he said smiling. As Lizzie held out her hand, Sam didn't put the ring on her finger. "Just to make sure you haven't had second thoughts….." said Sam playfully, smiling as he got down on one knee.
"Elizabeth Scout Blaszczak,'' he said. "Will you make me the happiest hunter on earth and marry me?" "Oh, Sam,'' said Lizzie. "Of course! My feelings haven't changed at all!"
"Just the answer I was hoping to hear!" said Sam, as he placed the ring on Lizzie's finger. "I missed you so much!" he sighed. "I missed you too,'' said Lizzie. "Did you keep your promise? Did you try and play my violin?"
Sam sighed. "I tried to,'' he admitted. "And?" asked Lizzie. "I couldn't do it," he said. "Couldn't or wouldn't?" asked Lizzie curiously. "Both,'' Sam admitted. "Not only was it difficult on a learning level, but it was also difficult on an emotional level."
"It reminded me too much of you,'' he said. "It just made me want you back more and more,'' "On that note,'' said Lizzie. "Did you every try to bargain to get me back?"
Sam smiled guiltily. "A few times yeah,'' he said. "But?" asked Lizzie. "They weren't willing to bargain. "What about Crowley?" asked Lizzie. "He wouldn't talk to me,'' said Sam.
"So, I've been thinking,'' said Lizzie. "Since I'm back, we could get going on planning our wedding!" Sam smiled. "Okay! I'd love to!"
He walked out of the kitchen and reappeared a few minutes later with a pad of paper and a few ball-point pens, as he sat down, gave Lizzie a pen, and they began taking notes. "Where do we want to have the ceremony?" asked Sam.
"Well,'' said Lizzie thoughtfully. "My parents – or my mom would want me to have it back home,'' Sam raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure there's gonna be enough room?" asked Sam. "Oh, absolutely!" said Lizzie confidently. "Okay,'' said Sam.
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Lizzie slept badly that night. From the moment she closed her eyes, she found herself back in Hell, on the rack, as Apollyon tortured and laughed at her as she screamed in pain. She finally woke up breathing hard as though she had run a marathon, and drenched in cold sweat. As she calmed down, she looked at her watch. It was three in the morning. She decided not to wake Sam, as she settled down in her nest in the middle of the library floor, and closed her eyes. It was nearly six in the morning when she actually fell asleep.
Lizzie woke again at around ten, to the sound of Sam and Dean talking, each with a mug of just-made coffee clutched in their hands. She yawned as she got up. "Hey, sweetie!" said Sam happily as Lizzie walked into the kitchen, and sat down at the table. "Morning,'' Lizzie said as she failed to stifle another huge yawn. "Coffee?" Dean offered, as Lizzie nodded gratefully. "Please,'' she said, as Dean nodded, as he got a mug from one of the cupboards, and filled it with coffee, opened a drawer and took out a spoon, and put the mug and spoon in front of Lizzie, along with Lizzie's favorite brand of calorie-free sweetener. "Thanks,'' said Lizzie as she began to spoon sweetener into her cup of coffee, and stirring it vigorously.
As Lizzie sat drinking her coffee, she was silent, not saying a word, until Sam got her attention. "You okay, Lizzie?" he asked. Lizzie looked up from her coffee mug. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, Sam, I'm fine, why?" she asked. "I dunno,'' said Sam, shrugging. "It's just you look tired, did you sleep okay?"
Lizzie gulped. She didn't want to tell Sam the truth – not all of it anyway. "No,'' she said finally. "I had a nightmare last night, but it's no big deal,'' she said. "You sure?'' said Sam. "Yeah,'' said Lizzie as she set down her coffee mug and got up, and walked out of the room.
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Lizzie spent most of her day alone, either outside or somewhere close by, thinking, I get that Cas rescued me, and that's all well and good. But I feel like Sam's not telling me something. Just how hard did he take my death?
She got the opportunity to find out when Dean asked her to help him change the oil in the Impala. "Hey, Dean?" asked Lizzie as Dean began to change the oil. "Yeah, Liz?" he asked. "How hard did Sam take my death? I'm guessing pretty hard judging by the abrasions he cut into his forearms, but….."
Dean looked up from the car, and gave her a serious look. "First thing you've gotta understand, Lizzie,'' he said. "Is, you mean so much to Sam. He loves you more than you can possibly imagine,''
"I know,'' said Lizzie, smiling slightly. "After you died, Sam went downhill almost immediately. He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't sleep, he hardly talked to either me or Bobby."
Lizzie was beginning to look troubled as Dean continued. "We rarely brought your name up in conversation, because Sam couldn't take it. Eventually, we just didn't talk about you at all."
"Uh-huh,'' said Lizzie, still looking troubled.
"I mean, it wasn't just the cutting! He actually tried committing suicide a few times!" said Dean.
"Are you serious?" asked Lizzie. Dean nodded. "According to him, his thought was, if he dies, he'll go to Hell, and he will be able to see you again,"
Lizzie thought about it. When she really thought about it, it seemed almost logical!
"But?" she asked a moment later.
"I stopped him before he really could do any damage,'' he said. "But that didn't stop him. He tried again, and that time I threatened to toss him in the loony bin!'' Lizzie smiled slightly.
"He kept a journal, and he wrote nothing else but stuff about you!"
"What sort of stuff?" asked Lizzie.
"You should ask him,'' said Dean.
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Lizzie walked back into the house and found Sam in the library reading a book. "Hey, honey!" said Lizzie, as Sam looked up and grinned brightly at her. "Hey!" he said as he set down his book and kissed Lizzie on the mouth as she sat down beside him.
"Can I ask you a question?" asked Lizzie. "Of course!" said Sam. "Anything!"
"Dean said that while I was dead you kept a journal – what sort of stuff did you say about me?"
Sam's grin faded a little, but he got up and walked over to where his rucksack was sitting by the back door, and pulled out a composition notebook, and handed it to Lizzie.
Lizzie opened the notebook and flipped through the pages, each was filled with entry after entry all expressing Sam's undying love for Lizzie and how that never went away, even after her deal came due.
Sam was smiling slightly as he watched Lizzie flip through the pages of his journal. Then, one entry caught Lizzie's eye:
April 14,2013
Two years ago today, I took Lizzie to see Titanic in 3D. She loved it! She even started crying during the opening titles, but then again, she always told me about how she was a sucker when it came to romance films.
It's been six months since Crowley's Hellhounds came to take Lizzie's soul, and I still have nightmares about it. I keep seeing her scream and writhe in pain as the Hellhounds tear her apart.
I can't talk to Dean about this. He wouldn't understand.
I keep wanting to ask Cas if he can rescue Lizzie, but I'm just waiting for the right moment.
At this point, I really don't see the point in living anymore. Lizzie was the love of my life, and now that she's gone, it feels like a part of me went to Hell with her.
As Lizzie continued to read, she uncovered more of how hard Sam took her death. Apparently he spent a week in England to break the news to Harry that she was dead, then he visited Hogwarts, talked to some of her old friends, visited places where she used to hang out. Nearly all of Lizzie's old school friends took it as a shock when they heard that Lizzie had died. According to her Head of House, Professor McGonagall, Lizzie was extremely popular, and very well-liked.
As Lizzie read on, she discovered that on her birthday after she died. Sam had put her favorite flowers on her grave.
"You never did get over me,'' said Lizzie smiling as she continued to flip through Sam's journal. Sam shook his head. "Never,'' he said.
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That evening after dinner, Lizzie sat in the library, on her computer alone, when she heard a sound coming from the kitchen. Setting her computer down, she went to go check it out. When she got indie the kitchen, and look around. There wasn't anyone there.
"Lizzie?" asked Sam, as he walked through the kitchen door, a six-pack of beer under his arm. "Hey, sweetie!" said Lizzie. "You okay?" asked Sam uncertainly. "Yeah, yeah! Just fine. I ah – thought I heard something, but it's nothing,"
"Beer?" asked Sam, holding up the six-pack. "Please,'' said Lizzie as Sam took two bottles from the six pack, wrenched the caps off both of them, and handed one to Lizzie as they both sat down. The back door opened again and Dean walked through. "Ooh! Good idea,'' he said, taking a beer from the six-pack that Sam had set on the counter, and opening it.
"So,'' said Dean, sitting down. "What's up with you two lovebirds?"
Lizzie smiled. "not much,'' she replied. "Just catching up,'' "You know,'' said Dean. "I really missed you, Lizzie.''
Lizzie smiled and blushed. "I missed you too Dean,'' she said. "So, ah – I missed a year, I heard about Sam's year, what happened to you?"
Dean smiled. "Same as Sammy's,'' he said. "You took it just as bad as him – now that I find hard to believe,'' said Lizzie laughing slightly. "Liz…." said Dean. "C'mon, Dean!" Lizzie scoffed. "You're tough as nails, I've never known you to be depressed, or sad, or….."
Dean laughed. "You shoulda seen me when my dad died.'' Lizzie smiled.
All of a sudden there was a loud BANG and the back door burst open and two demons burst in (Lizzie could immediately tell they were demons, because their eyes were pitch-black).
One of the demons' waved his arm once to the side, and immediately Sam and Dean shot out of their chairs and were pinned to the wall. "Sam! Dean!" Lizzie screamed, and she ran over to try and help them, but one of the demons grabbed Lizzie by her collar, and punched her in the faith, as she fell to the floor. The demon walked over to her smirking as she rolled over and tried defending herself, but the demon held fast to both of her wrists. "Hello, Lizzie," the demon said, smirking at her. "Come on! Don't you remember me? Oh, but I forgot, I'm wearing a lawyer, but we were so close – in Hell,''
"Apollyon," Lizzie growled. Apollyon smirked. "Long time, no see." Lizzie stared into Apollyon's eyes for one more moment, before wrenching her wrists out of Apollyon's grip, and began to punch him over and over. "Come, on, Lizzie, don't be like this!" Apollyon leered at her. "Don't you remember all the fun you had down there? All that bonding time, we spent together, I mean – a year is like a hundred years in Hell,'' "Shut up, you son-of-a-bitch!" Lizzie growled as she took a flask of holy water, and emptied it onto Apollyon's face. Howling in pain as angry red welts appeared on his face, Lizzie got up and walked into the kitchen. The other two demons had mysteriously vanished. Sam and Dean were sitting on the floor confused. "You okay, guys?" asked Lizzie, as she held out both her hands and helped Sam and Dean to their feet. "Who was that demon that was beating the crap out of you, Lizzie?" asked Dean. Lizzie was silent. She wasn't sure if she should tell them the truth or not.
"No one,'' she said, finally. "It was no one."