A Fiddle Of Gold Against Your Soul

Chapter Three

Lizzie woke at around eight the following morning. She could hear the shower running and could hear Dean humming through the sound of the running water. She smiled as she yawned, stretched and got up. She decided to fold up the blankets that had been used to make her 'nest' and placed them in a neat little pile on an armchair, along with the pillow that she slept on.

After straightening up, Lizzie walked over to the little suitcase rack where she had placed her luggage, and begun to look for clothes.

She ended up in her favorite pair of designer jeans; skinny, stonewashed, yet still stylish with fashionable rips and tears in the fabric. She also found one of her favorite shirts, which was black in color, and fitted her snugly. It had laces on the front like a corset, with long lace sleeves.

After brushing her long dark red hair, and pulling it back into a half ponytail and inserting a hair clip with a black bow (her trademark hairstyle), she put on her favorite pair of cowgirl boots.

Sam, who had been out to get coffee, walked through the door of the motel room, as Lizzie was spritzing perfume on pulse-points of her wrists, and gently rubbing them together.

Sam smiled as he inhaled deeply. One of the many things he loved about Lizzie was her preference in fragrances. This one, had been given to her as a birthday present one year ago, by none other than Sam.

"Morning, sweetheart!" said Sam as he kissed Lizzie on the cheek and handed her a cup of coffee. "Morning,'' said Lizzie as she took the coffee cup, and sipped at it. "Dean's in the shower," said Lizzie, jerking her head toward the bathroom door. Dean's humming could still be heard as Sam and Lizzie giggled. "I didn't know he sung in the shower!" Lizzie sniggered, accidently spilling coffee down her front. But she didn't seem to care. "Don't let him hear you say that," said Sam as they continued to laugh softly.

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Dean, Sam, and Lizzie stopped at a nearby diner for breakfast before heading back to the motel to do some research. Lizzie had her nose buried in Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them, when Sam took her hand. "Lizzie," he said gently. "Yeah?" asked Lizzie looking into her boyfriend's hazel eyes.

Sam got down on one knee, and took out the velvet-covered box, and opened it. "Lizzie, I know we haven't known each other for long. A year – maybe longer. But I can't imagine spending my life with another woman. I love you, Lizzie and I just want more than anything to spend the rest of my life hunting with you! So, what I'm trying to say is….Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me, Lizzie?"

Lizzie was blushing, and tears of happiness were streaming down her face. "Oh, yes, Sam! Yes, I would love to marry you!" she said, while giggling, as Sam placed the ring on Lizzie's left ring finger.

Sam turned to Dean and winked, as Dean nodded happily. Lizzie hugged Sam, then Dean. Then, Lizzie turned back to Sam, a curious expression on her face. "After all this time, Sam?" she asked. When she said 'After all this time,' she meant, did Sam still love her even when he was without his soul.

Sam smiled. "Always," he said as Lizzie ran to him and kissed him full on the lips. But deep down, Lizzie felt slightly sick. Her fears had been illigitament, and it seemed now, that the deal she had made with Crowley was a stupid and reckless mistake.

Sam, as far as Lizzie knew, still wasn't aware that his fiancée had only a year to live. Lizzie couldn't bear to hear Sam's reaction if she told him herself, but on the other hand, it would break Sam's heart even more if he knew nothing of Lizzie's deal up until her bill came due.

Both Dean and Sam knew that Lizzie had a big heart, a gentle spirit, and would give someone the shirt off her back. Because of these nice qualities, it was easy to figure out why Sam was so in love with her to begin with.

"So," said Lizzie, as she gazed at Sam after hugging him again. "How does it feel?" she asked.

Sam looked slightly confused. "How does – what feel?" he asked. "Having your soul back, silly!" said Lizzie while laughing slightly.

"Oh! Um – great!" said Sam. He had not realized up until now that he had gotten it back. But one thing immediately stirred in his mind: How did he get his soul back when Crowley had stated specifically that he could not give it back, and Castiel had said that it was too dangerous for Sam to put his soul back in his body after many months of it being locked in the cage in Hell with Michael and Lucifer?

Sam and Dean decided to make a run at a liquor store for champagne, and left Lizzie alone in the motel room. She had been sitting alone on Sam's bed, flicking through another book entitled Anatomy of the Titanic when there was a soft fluttering of wings and Castiel appeared. He looked angry. On the contrary, Lizzie had never seen him look this upset before.

"Hi, Cas," said Lizzie as she closed her book and stood up. "Is it true?" asked Castiel coldly, not returning Lizzie's greeting. Lizzie looked bewilderedly at her friend. "Is what true…Cas?" she asked slowly.

"Is it true that you made a deal with Crowley so Sam could have his soul back? Did you sell your soul for him?"

Lizzie sighed heavily. She had been afraid of this.

"Yes," she said. "I did make a deal with Crowley, and yes, I did offer up my own soul in exchange for Sam's,"

Castiel groaned with frustration. "Lizzie," he growled. "I am so disappointed in you!"

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "When did you turn into my father?" she snapped. "This is not a joke, Elizabth!" he snapped. Lizzie was rendered speechless at hearing this. No one, and no one called her by her full name aside from her mother.

"I'm sorry," said Lizzie softly, hanging her head and staring at her shoes.

Both Lizzie and Castiel said nothing for what seemed like forever. Then –

"How long did Crowley give you?" asked Castiel, sounding like he didn't want to know the answer.

Lizzie sighed heavily. "The same as when Dean made a deal; one year," she said.

Castiel was gazing at the ring on Lizzie's left hand. "Did Sam give that to you?" he asked. A small smile curved onto Lizzie's lips, as she nodded, while twisting the ring around her finger. "He asked me to marry him," she said, still smiling.

Castiel raised his eyebrows. "What did you say?" he asked. "I said, 'yes,' of course!" said Lizzie as her smile widened slightly.

"I am assuming that Sam knows nothing about your deal with Crowley?" asked Castiel. Lizzie shook her head. "No, I haven't told him yet, and honestly, Cas, I'm afraid to."

"What are you afraid of?" asked Castiel. His tone was not harsh anymore. It was soft, and gentle.

"I don't want to break his heart," said Lizzie as she continued to twist her engagement ring around her finger.

"I understand," said Castiel. "But you must know, Lizzie that it would be more of a heartbreak for Sam if you kept it from him until Crowley and his hellhounds came for you,"

Lizzie said nothing and merely nodded. She knew he was right.

"What am I going to do, Cas?" she asked miserably. "If I try to get out of this deal in any way whatsoever, Crowley will keep my soul, and Sam will die!" "Those were the rules?" asked Castiel. Lizzie nodded.

"Hmm," said Castiel as he gazed thoughtfully at Lizzie. "I don't think you can do much of anything."

Lizzie groaned. She had been afraid he would say that.

"Can you promise me something?" she asked a moment later. "And what is that?" asked Castiel. "Promise me you won't tell Sam about my deal. Promise me!" her tone had become desperate now.

Castiel smiled at Lizzie. "I won't tell him," he said. Lizzie sighed gratefully. "Thanks, Cas. I owe you one!"

"But you should!" said Castiel as there was a soft fluttering of wings and he disappeared.