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"You're still pissed off aren't you?" Dean asks as the three of them make their way back to the motel. It's a cold walk but it's much safer than driving. They risk their lives enough. Getting behind the wheel while hammered seemed like a terrible idea.

"Kinda," Lizzy lies. She is still completely pissed. She usually can only hold her anger in for a little while before letting it out through fighting. Most of the time she doesn't have to wait long for a good fight considering her job but recently there has been no need for her to punch anything… leaving her angered and ready to burst.

"Let it go, Lizzy," Sam says to her, hating when she got like this. It wasn't good for her and he hated seeing her like this.

"You let it go," she says right back to Sam.

"Good one, but seriously it wasn't that big a deal."

"Sam, shut up." Lizzy is annoyed enough. Little hippie Sammy trying to keep the peace isn't helping.

"She'll be fine," Dean says with certainty as he brings an arm around her shoulders.

"I wish you let me punch her just once," Lizzy tells Dean as they approach their temporary lodgings.

"Would you have been able to hit her just once?"

Lizzy pauses for a moment, thinking it over. "No."

"That's what I thought," Dean laughs. "Here Sammy," Dean tosses the room key at his brother and Sam catches it. "Give me a minute here."

"Yeah, sure," Sam happily obliges, leaving the two outside the nearly vacant motel they found. They might be the only ones there as the Impala is the lone car in the lot.

"Ok," Dean says to her once Sam is gone and they walk around to the side of the motel, out of sight. "I know what you need."

"I'm sure you do," Lizzy says with an eye roll, knowing he's just looking for sex.

"Yeah, I do," Dean assures her as he leans against the outside wall of the building casually. "You need me."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Lizzy complains loudly and confuses Dean.

"What's going on here?" Dean asks her, hands in his pockets as he watches her get more frustrated by the second.

"I'm just pissed at a lot of things, not just the bitch at the bar. You never let me unleash it. Instead you think I just need to get laid," Lizzy tells him, heat behind her words.

"I don't want innocent people to get hurt is all."

"She wasn't innocent!"

"And you're not weak. You could pummel most men as big as Sam. These days no one would survive a fight with you."

"So what!? What about what I deserve?" her voice asks as it gets louder as her emotions get stronger. "Why is it always about everyone else and never about me, never about either of us!?"

"That's our lives," Dean shrugs simply.

"Stop being so fucking Zen about everything!" she shouts at him.

"What else can we do about it?" Dean challenges her.

"I don't know!" Lizzy returns, knowing they didn't have much of a choice. "I just… I hate getting stepped on and beat up and never being able to control my own fucking life! I'm so fucking sick of it! I hate it!"

"How much?"

"What!?" she questions him with surprise.

"How much do you hate it?" Dean asks her evenly, knowing he's pushing her buttons but he's doing it on purpose.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Come on!" Dean challenges her, his hands motioning her to come closer as he pushes off the wall until he's standing. "Show me how pissed you are."

"You want me to kick your ass?" Lizzy says with wide eyes. They did that once before when she was beyond angry and stressed and she belted him in the eye so hard it was black and blue for two weeks… and he was pissed. "You didn't like how that turned out last time."

"Eh, I'm ready this time," Dean tells her.

"You so don't want this," Lizzy warns him hard, knowing that she's pissed enough to kill him right now.

"Yeah I do," Dean answers in a partial lie. He never wants to fight her because it's always a struggle, but he wants her to be ok. He's said it before and he'll say it again; he'd do anything, absolutely anything for her.

"Dean, I don't think you understand how fucking angry you're making me right now…" she says between her teeth.

"Pretty sure I do. Bring it on."

"Just remember you said that," Lizzy says as she stalks towards him, ready to go. She instantly winds up her right fist and swings.

Dean knows her style by now, having sparred with her enough and watched her enough times to know her ways of attack. He's feeling quite confident that he can hold her off and not get hurt. He blocks her first blow, followed by the second, third, and fourth.

Lizzy tries to kick him when her punches fail, but once more Dean blocks her. As her frustration grows she shoves him in the chest and takes another follow up swing, Dean ducking just in time to have her fist fly over his head.

Another series of thrown punches, she still has yet to make contact. She keeps coming at him, keeps pushing herself to get what she needs out of this, but she can't because he's anticipating her every move. It's not working and she's still angry.

Finally, one of her kicks lands its mark. The blow to the stomach makes Dean back up a few steps and Lizzy doesn't hesitate to rush him. She slams her body against his and pushes him into the wall. He hits it with an 'oomph' before smiling down at her.

"Never been on this side before," Dean smirks as he looks down at the fiery eyes peering up into his own. He's usually the pinner, not the pinnee. Granted they've each settled into a very comfortable and very fitting of their personalities' roles concerning their sex life. Dean is generally the more forceful, dominant of the two and Lizzy has never failed to comply to whatever whim he had. She normally loves when he tells her what to do. However, right now with the roles reversed, Dean has to admit it's pretty damn hot to see her like this. "Kinda fun."

"You fucking piss me off, you know that?" Lizzy asks him forcefully, her forearm pressed to the bottom of his throat as she keeps him there against the wall.

"I'm starting to," Dean jests, further angering her.

"Such a fucking smart ass. You always joke around. You never take me seriously when I tell you I'm angry! You always brush it off!" Lizzy says sternly. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You want the whole list?" he asks her. "Get comfortable if you do."

"Oh my God! Shut up!" Lizzy yells to him, frustrated with his mouth always running. Shocking her own self, she crushes her lips hard onto his, kissing him in order to get him to stop. Pressing her entire body against his she soon finds herself less wanting to pummel him in the literal sense and more wanting to pummel him in the sexual sense. Her anger releases have always been fighting and fucking anyways. They're pretty interchangeable. She bites at his bottom lip with her fire, her teeth pressing into the soft flesh. "Get in the car," she practically growls to him.

"You sure you wanna…"

"Shut the fuck up and get in the car!" Lizzy yells as she pushes him into the wall one more time with her annoyance.

Wide eyed for a split second, Dean doesn't know if he should be turned on or terrified. She may be using the Big Scary Voice, which is what he and Sam like to call it, but what she's saying is contradicting it. If one were to ask Dean's brain it would say the correct answer is terrified. If one were to ask his dick it would go with turned on. The feeling of her teeth digging into his lip got him to stand at attention instantly. She only did that when she meant business.

He pulls his keys out of his pocket and starts making his way to the Impala wordlessly, trying to hide his smile all the while. This could be fun now that he thinks about it. They've had angry sex before but he was usually the angry one. Either that or she was the angry one, but never this angry. It's hard to find new territory that they haven't delved into before and Dean's beginning to think he's found something rare here.

Unlocking the back passenger door, Dean holds it open for her.

"Get in," Lizzy tells him and he complies. He'd rather not say no to her right now.

"Will do," Dean says to her as he slides into the backseat, sitting in the middle.

Lizzy follows him in and straddles his lap once she pulls the door shut with a creak and a bang. Instantly her mouth is on his again, her lips hard against his. She's domineering, directing every move, and Dean willingly lets her.

"Take your jacket off," she sharply tells him as she's already halfway out of her own. Leaning forward off the back of the seat, Dean starts to free his arms from his heavy leather coat as he watches her move. She's normally the most fluid person he's met, the grace she has at all times something he assumes is left over from years of dancing and endless training. However, now she has tossed her grace right out the window. She's quick, sharp, and still very angry.

Lizzy sees that he's taking his time in comparison to herself. She wants her release and wants it now. "Hurry up," she tells him, whipping her shirt over her head in one fast movement.

"Going as fast as I can, L," Dean assures her. Having a person sitting on top of him while stuck in the confines of a backseat aren't doing too much for his mobility. It's a bit of a struggle to get undressed.

"Not fast enough," she comments through a huffed breath as she grabs the bottom of his long sleeved Henley and sends it over his head just as he gets his arms free of his coat. "Need it."

"Need what?" he smirks to her.

"Need you to fuck me," she says without fanfare as she grabs for the button of his pants.

"I love hearing that," Dean smiles before cupping her face and pulling her in. She kisses him back, her tongue battling his in her need for control as she opens his jeans.

"Sorry," she says to him as she pulls her own panties out of his mouth. "I'm so sorry." She laughs a little as her mood is finally lightening as she starts to realize what she just did and how hard she just took everything.

"Oh God, don't be," Dean tells her immediately, pulling her in by the back of the head with both hands to kiss her.

"That was too damn much, man," Lizzy explains once she pulls back a bit, running a gentle hand over his reddened cheek.

"Not too much," he assures. "That was so…" he kisses her again. "Fucking…" and again. "Hot."

"You actually liked that?" Lizzy asks with seriousness. She was never that forceful before. Normally Dean happily takes that roll with much glee and absolute veneration.

"Hell yeah," Dean promises her. "Loved it."

"My dirty underwear was in your mouth, dude." She makes a nervous face.

"Oh, I know," Dean says with eye lit up bright in excitement.

"Hmm," Lizzy sounds with surprise as she kisses him again, her tongue moving against his slowly before once more dragging her teeth down his bottom lip. "You want more?" she questions as she releases him from her bite, knowing he hasn't gotten his yet.

"Don't ever ask me that question again," Dean assures her very quickly. "The rest of our lives, you seriously don't need to ask." He kisses her neck before telling her against her skin. "I will always want more."

Lizzy smiles excitedly as Dean continues to lick and suck at the skin just below her ear. He's so sweet, even after she used him without shame. That flutter in her stomach shows up just for a quick second with what he tells her. She's so in love with him that she still gets these moments.

"That was awesome," Lizzy says with total satisfaction.

"Mm hmm," Dean agrees with her, his voice still obstructed. She laughs when she hears his answer. Turning around and sitting onto the seat under him, she pulls her lingerie out of his mouth again.

"I feel much better now," she smiles with sheer contentment.

"Good," Dean answers while still out of breath and sits back on his heels. "Me too."

"Good," she grins before wrapping her fingers around his throat again and yanking him down to her. She kisses him hard one more time before praising him. "Who knew you were such a good little whore, huh?"