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"Let me go," the strong voice demands of Castiel as he stands looking at her, evaluating her, trying to understand her.
The witch was easy to find. She had a set hunting ground and she was more than predictable with her actions. Dean and Lizzy had been smart to go look for her at the bar she clearly frequented. However, Castiel wasn't going to let them find her. He couldn't risk having them discover anything important.
"Trust me, pal," the witch once more warns from her tied down place on a basic wooden chair. "I have friends in high, powerful places. You don't want to mess with me.
Castiel continues to simply glare at the woman with utter disgust as he rolls up one of his sleeves, taking his time as he does. He's been on Earth-watch for many centuries and this wouldn't be the first time he was issued the dirty work. He's familiar with what he must do to get what he wants, or what God wants. This was far from new to him.
"You even come near me… it's your funeral." Dropping her head back to look at the ceiling from the chair she's tied to, she sighs into the damp, sewer air. "He'll tear you apart."
"I am much stronger than anything you have encountered thus far, I can assure you that."
"Bullshit," the witch denies accepting.
"Why is that an expression of doubt to your kind?" Castiel wonders aloud, getting lost in his curiosities momentarily. "What is it about the excrement of a bovine that correlates to complete disbelief?"
The witch doesn't respond, just looks over at him with confusion at his odd musings. "What the fuck?"
"That is of no real import at the moment," the angel dismisses when he knows he won't get a response. "I am here go get a favor from you."
"I don't owe you anything."
"That may be true," Castiel nods as he steps closer, his wingtips splashing in the puddles under Carlyle's roads. "But owe me or not I seem to have the upper hand right now."
"And what's the favor?" the witch asks.
"You made some modifications to a very important person," he explains, starting to pace a circle around the chair holding the witch. "I need it reversed."
"I can't do that," she quickly responds.
"I feel that maybe you are lying."
"I'm not."
Castiel sighs as he sees how strong willed this one is. He never found enjoyment of any kind in torture. It wasn't what he was programmed to find pleasure in. When he found Dean in hell, found what he'd become as he took more than pleasure but total gratification from doling out pain, he was horrified. Dean immersed himself in it, reveled in it in every way possible. Castiel couldn't at the time possibly understand the need for saving his clearly twisted and demolished soul that could find any kind of solace in dismantling others. He's also still absolutely floored to this day by the ability Dean had to return to his once well-meaning and deep down good former self. He's inclined to think having his family, his brother, his father figure, and his love back had something to do with his reversion.
"I do not want to hurt you," Castiel explains, pausing his pacing to stand in front of her. "I would much rather get straight answers than turn to alternate means of information extraction."
"Who the hell do you think you are?" the witch bites with his threat.
"One of God's most effective weapons."
"God!?"
"Yes."
"What!? What the hell are you?" the witch suddenly asks with disbelief. "Another demon?"
"The exact opposite, actually."
"Opp… I, I don't understand," she stutters with confusion.
"I am going to ask you questions and you are going to answer them," Castiel tells her without asking. The dim sewer lights suddenly begin exploding around them, sending bright flashes throughout the sewage tunnel and revealing the dark shadows of his large, impressive wings to the witch in his presence.
She doesn't have a witty retort ready this time. Instead her voice is paralyzed with the terror she feels.
"Why did you do it?" Castiel asks. "Why did you come after Dean Winchester?"
"What's this line mean?" Sam asks as he points to the third line of text in the Romanian prayer he and Rina are currently working to translate properly.
Rina reads it over and lets him know. "It's about strengthening the man it's used one's virility."
Sam simply lifts his eyebrow at Rina in question.
"I know, lame," she lightly laughs it off. "But when this old prayer was made the leader of the group was supposed to be all that was man." She says the last part with a jokingly stern voice. "He was not only supposed to be strong and tough and everything a clan would want out of a leader but was supposed to demonstrate his, I guess, manliness by having a large family."
"So it's supposed to be a fertility prayer as well?" Sam asks with slight worry.
"Yes."
"Huh," Sam quickly thinks it over. "Can we take that part out?"
"Do we need to?" Rina asks right back with narrowed eyes, looking for an explanation.
"Might be a good idea," he says to her cryptically, the past few months of hardship for his brother and sister-in-law coming to mind instantly.
"And why is that?" Rina keeps trying, not willing to break up the possible spell unless necessary.
"Well, it's been a tough road for Dean and Lizzy… especially for a little while now," Sam dives in. Hell he wasn't exactly ok with everything himself considering he was the one who had to watch them go through the whole sad ordeal. "Dean slipped one past the goalie."
"Meaning…?"
"Lizzy got pregnant," Sam confirms for her. "About three months ago. She then lost it just a few weeks in."
"Oh no," Rina says with deep concern for the two of them.
"It wasn't good. Still isn't," he tells her. "I know it's been a while since it happened and they don't really talk about it much but I can tell it still affects them, Lizzy the most."
"I can understand that it would. She has that… warm sense about her. She's very motherly, if you look past the swearing and drinking and anger and all that."
Sam laughs a little with her absolutely accurate assessment of Lizzy. "She is. She has been a mom already, really. She's been looking after us since we met her." Sam sighs quietly, still wishing things could have worked out differently. "She deserves to be happy and get what she wants, and for Lizzy the answer is always going to be having a family of her own."
"She has a great, all be it small, family already," she rebuts.
"It's not the same though. She's meant to have kids. She's meant to have a home and help her kids with their homework and bring them to soccer practice, not hunt ghost and demons for the rest of her life. And now that their married…"
"Married?" Rina questions brightly, a smile on her face.
"Yeah, they got married like two months ago after Lizzy almost died on the job."
"Oh my God!" Rina says, shocked to hear that the woman who looked just fine a few moments ago almost passed away weeks before.
"Oh yeah, it was a close fucking call," Sam simply leaves it at that, not ready to explain angel intervention to her. "And it terrified Dean. I think that's why they ran and got married right after. He's now really scared to lose her and he said something about her not being allowed to die without the Winchester name."
"That's sweet," Rina comments, always having had a feeling that Dean was more than meets the rough and tumble eye.
"It is, but now I have no idea how we're ever going to get her out of hunting for good. She'll never leave Dean and Dean can't leave the life he's so tied up in. It's a huge fucking mess."
He stops for a moment to compose his thoughts. Their predicament has been seriously wearing on him. "I really went off there, didn't I?"
"Yes," Rina instantly agrees. "But that's alright. You're worried for both of them and it's good that you are."
"I worry about them constantly," he admits for the first time, never truly realizing how much stress he puts on himself over Dean and Lizzy's relationship until now. "Which is why I want that part of the spell out. Lizzy's on the pill and she only missed one of them for he to get knocked up. If Dean can find an opening with that small misstep then he doesn't need to be any more pumped up when it comes to baby making. I don't want to see them go through anything like that again. It'll destroy them."
Taking in how much care Sam has for the two, Rina can't help but like him even more than before. She knew he had that concerned, kind soul already but to see the depths of it is heartwarming in a whole new way.
Placing her hand atop his, the first time her hand has come in contact with his since she arrived, she speaks softly. "I'll gladly find a way to take it out, Sam. Don't worry."
"Thanks," he smiles lopsided at her.
"Whoa, ok," Rina says with concern while removing her hand. "I can see now that you are still being, let's say, followed by something seriously dark." She could sense it the second she touched him. "Guess that hasn't changed."
"Oh, ah," Sam stutters as he takes back his hand. What is he supposed to say to that? That's right, Rina. It's just the devil looking to jump my bones… no big deal. He absolutely can't tell her that. "Yeah, still trying to figure out that one." He lies for her benefit. With Ellen and Jo dead because of him he isn't letting anyone else he cares about know that Lucifer wants him.
"You better work harder then," she warns. "I don't like the energy surrounding you. Not one bit, urmaritor a raului."
"That still sounds so much better than hunter," Sam quips with Rina's name for his kind, as she put it when they'd met. He loves that.
"Nice deflection," she winks before diving back into her translating work.
As her hands smooth down Lizzy's back and come to rest on the curves of her ass like always, Dean can feel her hesitance start to melt away a bit. The scene is familiar. A crappy motel room, 'Red House' playing, and her one true love straddling her lap and moving above her as she sits against the headboard. It's only Lizzy, the same Lizzy she's trusted her life with for so long now, who she's been with intimately an uncountable number of times. She tries to keep these thoughts in the forefront as she continues kissing her wife and being drawn into her more and more.
Lizzy sits back, separating their lips for the first time in what feels like so long. As Dean slowly opens her eyes she watches Lizzy pull her own long sleeved t-shirt over her head. Instinctively, Dean reaches for her without a second thought. This is comfortable. This is nice.
Unbuttoning and lowering the zipper of her own jeans, Lizzy stands up from the bed to take off her pants. Once only in her small pink panties she crawls back onto the bed and moves to kneel between Dean's legs. She kisses her again, both immediately wrapping themselves up in the other. It's getting easier and easier for Dean to enjoy the moment as she falls deeper into Lizzy and her same old ways.
Now, Lizzy is no dummy. She knows how hard this is for Dean to accept and to deal with which is why she got herself down to just underwear before pushing Dean to join her.
"You are so beautiful," Lizzy honestly says in a breathless tone as she kisses Dean's sculpted cheekbones, her jawline, and her temple.
Dean watches her in almost awe. She can't believe how damn much Lizzy still wants her, still desires her.
"Please baby," Lizzy asks permission softly. "Let me see you."
Dean's body tenses up immediately underneath her with the thought of being so exposed in her new body and Lizzy starts worrying that she'll lose her now. Preemptive strike in mind, Lizzy gets back off the bed and turns on the bathroom light, leaving the door open only a foot. Walking to the front door, she flicks off the assaulting main ceiling light, causing the room to darken quite a bit.
"It's just us," Lizzy reminds as she makes her way back to the bed and back to her place between Dean's legs. She drops her hands lightly onto her bent up knees and then runs her hands down the outside of Dean's still clothed legs while leaning into her. "Trust me?"
"Of course," Dean says with obviousness, her hand's cupping Lizzy's face.
"Then come here," Lizzy says while pulling Dean's arms until she's sitting up. "I'll take care of you."
"Oh!" Dean's surprised voice lets out as she feels something completely new to her. It shocks her a bit and she wasn't ready for it. "Whoa. Shit." She sits up with a start, Lizzy still in her lap.
"Hey," Lizzy calmly says, a hand to Dean's nervous cheek. "What happened?"
"You just… ah," Dean tries to explain. "Caught me off guard."
"Sorry," Lizzy apologizes, a concerned expression on her face after touching her. "Scared you?"
"A little bit," Dean begrudgingly answers. The sensation, the feel of being touched like that was so different she just wasn't prepared. Nothing could prepare for that surprise.
"But," Lizzy starts, kissing Dean's lips softly once. "It felt good, right?"
"Well, yeah," she returns with obviousness. "Just… it's really new."
Watching the absolute rush of mixed emotions playing out across Dean's face Lizzy has a second of pity for the poor thing. She's so conflicted that it hurts Lizzy's heart to see.
"I have an idea."
"L, you know I usually love when you get creative but right now…"
"Take it easy," Lizzy says in a calm, sure tone. She wraps her arms around Dean's neck and pulls her in. "Nothing crazy, I promise."
Dean nods with a smirk, consent to follow.
"Lay back."
Kissing her quickly, Dean lays back onto the bed, her head once more landing on the pillow it had been on before. Lizzy then stands up on the bed while looking down with a grin.
"We're going to do something you've done a million times before," Lizzy explains while lowering her panties, tossing them aside. "Work that mouth, baby."
With a bright expression in reaction, Dean happily obliges.