Moon's Slaves (SPN XO, UC, Adult) Ch. 14 21/11 [WIP]

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Moon's Slaves (SPN XO, UC, Adult) Ch. 14 21/11 [WIP]

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Title: Moon's slaves
Characters: Dean Winchester, Liz Parker, Sam Winchester and other Roswell characters
Category: Supernatural/Roswell XO
Disclaimer: The characters and concepts of “Roswell” and “Supernatural” are not mine. Everything belongs to their respectful owners.
Rating: Adult. (I'm actually really bad at ratings so if I got it horribly wrong, please say :D)
Pairing: Dean/Liz.
Summary: Odd deaths lure Sam and Dean to Mooncroft, but they find a lot more than just a bunch of werewolves. Something that scares Dean a lot more, something he never saw coming. Suddenly Sam has to follow his brother to face ghosts from the past, and there is nothing that anyone could do - their destinys are already sealed.
Set to season 3 on Supernatural. Mostly Dean POV.

A/N: This is my first fic, that I'm posting here, hope you guys like it :) I was couraged to do so, and I really need your comments to get me writing my new fic. This fic is acutally ready already and it contains 16 chapters, and the last chapters are currently checked by my beta. :) You may have read this on my LJ or another sites, but there is a bigger chance that you haven't!

Okay, so here goes nothing! :D

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Chapter 1

The rainy September day was turning into a night and it didn't promise any good to anyone who lived even a near Mooncroft, Wyoming. People were horrified – they locked themselves in when darkness fell upon the town, but the locks didn't stop people from dying. They were ripped to pieces and their hearts were missing. Altogether six people had been found with their guts lying next to them, without a heart. There was no pattern in these murders; victims didn't have anything in common with each other and some of them were locals, some motel customers.

Mooncroft tried to hide these awful murders, but hunters have always had their own ways to get information about suspicious deaths. These deaths had lured a few people to this town; one of them stood in the woods near the town's only motel. Her almost black hair swung in the wind, leaving a mess behind. She didn't care, and she didn't even lift a finger to fix her hair. Her eyes were alert to watch every single change that could happen in the motel.

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She wasn't the only one who was lured to that town by those murders. Two men, brothers, had just gotten a room in the very same motel and they were unpacking their luggage.

”So how many people have already been ripped open by this thing?” the shorter of the boys asked with a light voice. He threw his bag to the floor and jumped on the bed. He didn't seem to be worried at all and just studied the room with his eyes. The taller boy turned away from the closet and looked at the other one.

”Dean, you shouldn't take this so lightly. In only two nights there have been six murders and it’s too late for us to do anything tonight!” the taller boy wasn't so careless, and he sounded really worried.

”Sammy, relax. We're going to kill this thing, like every other one we have hunted”, Dean said and still sounded pretty confident, “And what do you mean that it's too late? You know that everybody opens their doors to FBI agents in any time of the day.” Dean grinned, slapped his own thighs and stood up.

”Shall we?” he smiled and headed towards the front door. Sam sighed as he rolled his eyes for his brother. This was going to be one long night, but Sam knew Dean was right, so he followed him outside.

”Don't you think we should change into suits?” Sam suggested and got a very bored glance from Dean.

”What, you think they sleep with suits on?” Dean asked and kept walking to his car. He automatically walked to the driver’s seat and Sam sat in the shotguns place.

”Whose house do you want to go to first?” Dean asked when he started the car. Sam had already opened his laptop and his fingers flew over the keyboard.

”Coroner, Dr. Dana Fay”, Sam said out loud, ”She lives in Brascalstreer 16. It's right around the corner.”

”Dr. Dana Fay, I hope you aren't sleeping”, Dean said quietly and stepped on the gas. It didn't take long before Dean stopped the car in front of the big white house. Sam watched the house, while Dean searched for their FBI IDs.

”Found them,” Dean said and threw Sam his. The boys got out of the car and went straight to the front door. Dean knocked hard, so Dr. Fay would wake up, if she was home. No one came to open, and Sam looked at his clock.

”Dean, it's almost eleven. If she has to go to work tomorrow, she is probably sleeping,” Sam tried to convince his brother that their work there was a waste of time.

”So?” Dean said and just knocked louder, ”FBI! Dr. Fay, we need to talk to you. It is urgent!” Dean said suddenly with a loud voice and soon after that somebody appeared behind the door. Dean looked at Sam with a self-satisfied smile on his face. They didn't have time for any exchange of words, as the door opened and a good-looking brunette appeared. Her dressing gown was tied loosely, so the boys could see her black sexy lingerie. Her hair was messed up and her cheeks were glowing. Sam was really uneasy in the situation, but Dean just smirked and stroke his cheeks and chin with one hand.

”Well, hello there,” Dean said, still smiling.

”Hi. Sorry it took this long, but I was.... busy,” the lady said and smiled. Dean spread his arms and nodded understandingly.

”No need to explain,” Dean smiled. Sam looked at that disapprovingly, but turned to Dana.

”We are agent Scott and agent Johnson,” Sam introduced them and both showed their fake IDs, ”We have a few questions about the murders that have happened here during the two previous nights. I got the information that you were the coroner of these cases.” Sam spoke of their business clearly, as always.

”Oh, those horrible, horrible murders. Please, come in, agents,” Dana said and moved away from the door way so Sam and Dean could get in. Both boys walked in, and Dana closed the door.

”What do you want to know?” Dana asked and replaced her dressing gown. Sam tried to watch anything else but Dana. Mean while, Dean ate her with his eyes.

”The cause of death, for starters,” Sam said and lowered his glance from the ceiling to Dana's eyes, keeping it strictly there.

”Well, those poor bastards were all messed up. Their chests were ripped open, their hearts were missing... It is hard to state the cause of death when the victims had all sorts of marks on them. Even bite marks!” Dana explained and the brothers exchanged quick glances. There was only one thing that killed like that – werewolves.

”No man could do something like that. My money is on some kind of animal – a wolf is my best shot. But then the sheriff was really kind when he reminded me that all the victims were found in their own homes – or motel rooms – doors locked inside and no sings of breaking in. AND there are no wolves at Mooncroft,” Dana continued and sounded really sarcastic when speaking about the sheriff.

”That sounds strange. Can we come see the bodies in the morning?” Sam still handled all the talking.

”Of course. I will be at my office at eight o'clock. Is there anything else I could help you with?” Dana asked holding her arms crossed in front of her chest. Sam was going to answer her, but Dean raised his hand and hissed. His was fully concentrating to possibly hear voices. Sam closed his mouth and followed his brother’s example, when he focused to listen. Dean took two careful steps towards the stairs, keeping his eyes up.

”What is happening?” Dana asked and her voice was a little higher. She hugged herself tight and glanced around nervously.

”Don't worry. We will protect you,” Dean said and automatically Sam moved to stand next to Dean, in front of Dana. They heard clatter from upstairs and the brother pulled their guns.

”Oh, God... Is there something upstairs?!” Dana couldn't keep her voice in control at all anymore.

“Doctor, please. You must be quiet,” Sam said.

“Something is there! Chris! Oh God, Chris!!” Dana suddenly tried to run upstairs. She tried to push Sam and Dean out of the way, but Dean caught her. He put his arms around Dana and didn't let her move anywhere. At the same time an ice cold scream spread around the house and it clearly came from upstairs. Dana started to hit and kick Dean and she screamed like a maniac, but Dean's grip held. Sam went a few steps up, before he realized that it was a bad idea.

“It's coming down!!” Sam yelled, ran back down and waited for the thing to come, with the gun ready in his hand. Dean pulled Dana off from the ground and carried her to the living room.

“You have to stay here,” Dean commanded and returned to Sam's side. He came just in time, when two maniac looking men came down the stairs, an almost black haired girl behind them.

“Werewolves,” Dean mumbled and tried to aim. The girl behind the werewolves was quicker: she pushed one of them down and attacked the other one. Sam and Dean just looked in amazement at the twist that events had just taken. The girl didn't spare even a quick glance to the boys – she kept hitting and kicking the werewolf. She made it pay for all those poor dead people. The werewolf, who was lying down suddenly jumped up and disappeared through the nearest window. The girl hit it one more time and then the werewolf dropped dead. Immediately she turned to the other one: which had just fled. When she realized that it was gone, she turned to the brothers.

“One thing! I gave you one thing to do and you blew it. You just convinced me that I'm right: I'm handling this alone. Leave, please,” she said with a cold voice. Dean couldn't get his eyes away from the girl: she was beautiful, but it wasn't just that.

“Sorry, lady, but we were here first,” Dean said and tried to sound as cocky as always, but didn't manage to do it.

“Dean, Dean, Dean... Still no manners, I see. But boys, for your own sake – don't mess up my hunt,” she said and without any warnings, she jumped off the broken window. Dean and Sam rushed to the window, but only saw her disappearing into the night.

“What the...?” Dean asked, but his attention was drawn elsewhere. He heard footsteps behind himself.

“Dana! No!” Dean yelled, when he saw Dana running up the stairs. She wanted to know what had happened to her man.

“Sam, the werewolf,” Dean said before he started chaising Dana. Sam stayed to make sure the werewolf was truly dead, while Dean tried to catch Dana before she reached Chris. He didn't make it.

“Chris!! Oh my God... NO!!” Dana's voice cleaved the air and it was filled with pain and despair. Dean ran in the voice's direction. The bedroom door was wide open, and Dean saw Dana crying with Chris' head on her lap. Dean stopped outside the room, before he walked in. He knew Sam was better in these things, but now he had to say something that would comfort the beautiful young woman. What could he say, when Chris' chest was ripped open and his guts were all over the room? Dean also knew, without even looking, that the heart was missing. Slowly Dean walked in.

“Dana... Dr. Fay...,” Dean wasn't even sure what name use from her. It didn't matter, she didn't hear. Dean was so out of his comfort zone.

“I'm sorry for your loss, but,” Dean said and crouched next to Dana “we have to get you out of here.” Dana woke up and looked at Dean.

“You were here, why didn't you save him?” Dana asked in an accusing voice. Dean swallowed once before answering.

“We didn't know that they were going to come here,” Dean said and felt guilty. Dana looked Dean in the eye.

“Agent Johnson, leave my house immediately, you son of a bitch. It's your fault that he’s dead!!” Dana said angrily. Dean looked surprised.

“But...”

“OUT!!” she yelled and stood up. Dean stood up too and took a step back.

“Dana..”

“Doctor Dana Fay, to you. Leave my house,” Dana said again. Dean still hesitated, and Dana pushed him.

“Go!” And so Dean turned and walked away – feeling guilty as hell. Reaching Sam, Dean just grabbed him.

“We have to get out of here,” Dean told Sam.

“Dean, what? We can't leave Dana here, alone with her dead boyfriend!” Sam disagreed when Dean dragged him out of the door.

“Well, if you want to go to her, then go. But don't come cry to me, when the guilt gets you,” Dean said without looking back.

“What guilt?” Sam wasn't getting Dean at all.

“She said that her boyfriend’s death was our fault. Then she asked me to leave,” Dean explained and the boys reached the Impala. Dean didn't look at what Sam did; he just went to sit in the car. Sam came too.

“Okay. We let her be...,” Sam said, but his voice said that he really didn't want to leave Dana alone.

“We have a bigger problem,” Sam said, “The werewolves. Did you get a good look at the other one?”

“And who the hell the chick was? How did she know my name? And excuse me, but I do have manners!” Dean wondered.

“She was just another hunter. But she might get in our way. Still, our bigger concern is the werewolf, who got away. How do we find him?” Sam tried to get Dean to think with him. He didn't think that he girl was important.

“Did you see how she fought? Amazing fist job,” Dean said with a distant look in his eyes.

“Dean! Forget the girl!”

“Forget the girl?” She killed a freaking werewolf with bare hands!” Dean looked at his brother like he was be nuts.

“She has been working out, so what?” Sam just didn't understand why Dean was freaking out. It was just some random girl.

“Working out? Are kidding me? She's a god damn killing machine. She could kick your butt, and you would be like a rag doll,” Dean told Sam and got a really annoyed look from Sam.

“My butt? What about yours? I would worry about that. She clearly had issues with you and your manners!” Sam defended himself.

“Dude! She's a girl!” Dean said like it would explain it all. Sam sighed and turned his face away from Dean.

“Let's get the hell out of here before the cops arrive,” Sam said, and Dean started to drive. As Dean was driving, Sam started to speak again – still trying to get Dean to concentrate on the werewolf

“We have to find that werewolf tonight. If we don't it'll kill again,” Sam said and glanced at Dean.

“Yeah.. How can we find him before sunrise?” Dean wondered, “Maybe we get lucky and that girl did kill it already.” Sam sighed and decided not to pay attention to Dean's words about the girl.

“I was thinking. Maybe there is a pattern,” Sam spoke as he took the pieces of newspaper from the glove box, “Six victims in two night, three each night. First night, two locals and one visitor. Second night, one local and two visitors. I think it will come to the motel next. I'm not sure, but in our situation that is worth the shot.” Dean didn't answer: he just turned the car around, wheels squeaking.

“That is worth the shot,” he said and pressed the gas harder. Just a couple blinks later, they were in their hotel. The brothers stepped out from the car, both kept one hand ready on their gun. They couldn't see anything suspicious in the motel.

“No sleep, tonight?” Dean asked and looked at Sam.

“I guess not.”

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Re: Moon's Slaves (SPN XO, UC, Adult) Ch. 2 1/20

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barbara87413: Thank you. It means a lot to me that my fic is good enough to be reread :)
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And now a new chapter. :) I try to keep this active so you won't forget me :D

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Chapter 2

When the sun rose, it was the best thing Dean had ever seen. Beautiful, warm sun – and Dean could finally go to bed. There would be no werewolves during the day. That thought made Dean grin and he grinned even more when he thought about the warm bed he could soon go to.

He and Sam sat on the porch of the motel. Dean leaned on their room's door and looked tired. Sam sat next to him, watching the rising sun.

“We sat here all night for nothing,” Dean said and yawned. The boring sitting there had almost made Dean's buttocks numb. He pulled himself up from the ground and stretched with loud sound effects.

“I will reward myself with a good long sleep,” Dean announced and turned to the door. Sam jumped up and looked at Dean. He didn't even look nearly as tired as Dean.

“You can't go to sleep now. We have to find the werewolf, and find out if he killed anyone else yesterday,” Sam said. Dean looked at Sam and wondered how Sam could look that perky.

“Sammy.. Just a little while. I'm much sharper after a few hours,” Dean said, he wanted to sleep so badly. He wouldn't have enough energy to even eat or have sex... Or maybe to eat... and have sex.

“Dean!” Sam said. Dean gave him an ugly tired man's glance, before he gave in. He sighed loudly as a protest and opened the door.

“Fine. I won't sleep,” he mumbled martyr like and walked into their room. Sam came after him and walked straight to Dean, who had suddenly stopped.

“What the hell?” Dean yelled and before Sam had a chance to go around him or push him, he walked to his bed. When Dean moved away from Sam, he saw the same thing that Dean had seen: their whole room was turned upside down. All clothes were ripped from closets and bags: sheets from the beds were lying all over the room: walls were covered with sticking knives and other sharp objects. Dean looked shocked as he spun around the room.

“What the... What.. What the hell has happened here?!” Dean finally managed to form a correct sentence. Sam slammed the door shut and walked towards Dean, his jaw almost touching the floor. Sam just stared at the walls, the floor – the entire chaotic place their room had become. He was very quiet, compared to Dean, who swore and cursed, promising to kill every demon, ghost and evil creature that would cross his path and – if necessary – all humans, too. He collected his stuff from the floor just to throw them somewhere else. Sam shook his head and smiled sadly.

“What are you smiling at? This isn't funny, Sam. Someone broke into our room! That son of a bitch could have taken anything here,” Dean yelled to Sam, but Sam just didn't lose his stupid smile, which annoyed Dean and made him even madder.

“You do understand that we were just outside the door, when this happened, right?” Sam asked and Dean didn't find anything amusing in that. He threw the shirt he was holding at his brother’s face.

“Shut up, smart ass, and check your things,” Dean growled and actually started collecting his things – really collecting, not just picking them up so he could throw them again. Sam agreed with Dean; the one, who had been there, didn't do it just for laughs. The mess was probably because of something. Sam knew they had to think about that, but Dean was in no mood for thinking, so that would have to happen later. Sam walked to the nearest wall intending to take the throwing stars and the knives down. He still heard Dean's silent cursing, but he didn't care about that. He got something more interesting. Sam made a “ha” sound, which sounded a little bit amused and that annoyed Dean almost over the edge. He turned to Sam, looking pissed.

“Sam, I swear to God, if you try to make fun of the situation once more, I will not be responsible for what I'm going to...,” Dean started with a threatening voice.

“Dean,” Sam interrupted Dean's little speech and pulled one knife out of the wall. Then he turned to Dean and handed him a peace of paper.

“I guess it's pretty clear who was here,” Sam said. Dean looked at the paper.

“That son of a bitch,” he mumbled and squeezed the paper in his fist, “She isn't taking this case and I'm going to make that very – I mean VERY – clear to her.” Dean’s voice was filled with hatred. He stuffed the small paper ball in his jeans’ pocket and turned to walk out. Sam saw from his brother's face, that it wouldn't be smart to let him stamp all over town on his own in that state of mind.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked standing between Dean and the front door.

“Where you think I'm going?” Dean threw the question back at Sam's face.

“You are not going to hunt another human!” Sam said in a firm voice.

“I'm not going to hunt her: I'm just going to talk to her,” Dean explained and tried to push Sam out of his way, but Sam didn't give up that easily: he grabbed Dean's shirt and pushed him to sit one of the beds. Then he stood between him and the door.

“Tell me, Dean, why do you have this obsession about this girl?” Sam truly wanted to know: Dean was acting like a lunatic, because of her. Dean glared at him with a very bad look on his face. He didn't think that he had an obsession: he was only mad at that girl.

“Obsession? I don't have an obsession!” Dean defended himself, but Sam didn't believe him and his face told Dean that. Dean would have liked to just yell at Sam that the girl was going to ruin everything and Sam should be worried too. Dean almost said that, but then he shut his mouth. He realized that he actually was acting really weird. So he tried to calm himself down and rubbed his face with both hands. Still not wanting to admit that he was obsessed, he tried to think of a reason for his actions.

“I don't know, Sam..,” Dean finally said and sighed. He tried to put his mind in order, “She was just so unbelievable yesterday and that she was here... I don't know if I am mad or excited.” When Dean said those words, he regretted them: now Sam would drive him completely crazy. Sam sat on the bed next to Dean.

“She wasn't that good... Well, okay she was, but she's just a hunter,” Sam said and Dean stood up. He wanted to tell Sam about his feeling that it wouldn't be so simple: he was sure that the girl brought only bad news with her and not to forget, Dean thought he had seen her before, somewhere.

“I just can't sit here anymore. Let's just kill the God damn werewolf and get the hell out of this town,” Dean said and headed towards the door, “And I swear to God that if she gets in my way one more time...” He added with a mumbling voice, but Sam still heard it.

“C'mon, Sammy. Let's hurry up before we lose the daylight,” Dean hurried Sam in a sarcastic voice, referencing the fact that the sun had just risen. Then he left the hotel room and tried to relax on the way to the Impala, but a nagging feeling inside of him didn't leave him be. He didn't want to show Sam anymore of that side of himself, so he stored the feeling deep down, and tried to ignore it. Sam wouldn't understand, and how could he, when Dean didn't understand it himself?

Dean sat on the driver’s seat, his hands placed on the steering wheel, and the only affect of his weird feeling showed in his hands, as he held the wheel so hard that his fists turned white. Sam joined him in the car, and the first thing he noticed were Dean's hands. Dean noticed them too, so he loosened his grip and started the car.

“I guess the Men In Black pays a visit to Dana Fay's house?” Dean said and grinned at Sam, but he felt the tension in his cheek muscles. Sam looked at him and smiled back, so Dean knew Sam bought it.

“I guess so,” Sam answered, and Dean started the engine. Dean headed to Miss Fay's place just like he did yesterday. They probably wouldn't find out anything new, or even anything true, but there was always a little chance that the sheriff knew the identity of the escaped werewolf. It wasn't very likely, but Sam and Dean kept their hopes high.

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When they reached Miss Fay's house they faced a surprise: they had expected that the place would be crawling people, but both the driveway and the yard were empty. There were no police cars, no ambulance, no reporters – there was no one. The boys looked around, searching for all the people. Dean parked his baby on the side of the road and Sam got out of the car first. Dean followed him after he checked that he had the right ID with him.

“Where is everybody?” Sam said out loud the question that both were thinking.

“Probably they all are sleeping in their soft, comfortable beds without any pain-in-the-ass brothers trying to stop them,” Dean said and smirked at Sam.

“Ha ha ha,” Sam just replied dry voice as they started walking towards the front door.

“I just don't get it. I expected at least the sheriff to be here,” Sam said, when they stopped at the front of the door. Dean knocked.

“Miss Fay! Agent Johnson and agent Scot from last night. We came to check up on you,” Sam yelled through the door, but no one came to open it. Dean knocked again.

“Miss Fay!” But the door remained shut. Dean tried the door knob, just to make sure that it wasn't open, before he took a lockpick out of his jacket's pocket. While Dean was picking the lock, Sam constantly looked around to check that no one was around, so they wouldn't get caught. The lock clicked and then Dean opened the door. He slipped in, Sam right behind him. Sam closed the door as quietly as he could and took his gun in his hand, like Dean did.

The house was dark and silent, and it was pretty obvious that nobody was home, but in Dean and Sam's line of work you could never be sure enough. There weren't any lights on, but the boys still could see marks from the fight last night. Only one thing had changed, compared to the day before: the werewolf's body wasn't there.

Dean gave Sam a few hand signs: he wanted them to go upstairs. Sam nodded and they slowly started to move towards the stairs. Once they got there, they had to be extra careful with their moves so the steps wouldn't creak. All of their senses were extra sharp, therefore they would miss nothing. But there was nothing to hear or see or even smell. The house was still as silent as a grave. Without even one little creak, the boys went upstairs and kept moving. They checked every room, one by one, just to find nothing and no one. Last room was the bedroom where Dean saw Chris's dead body and where Dana asked Dean fuck off.

Sam pushed the door open and both of them rushed into the room with their guns ready. All of that was useless, like they understood, when they realized they were watching an empty room.

“Where's the body?” Sam asked and glared at a little dried puddle of blood.

“And where is Dana?” Dean added as his gun hand sank down. He moved deeper into the room searching for some kind of clue what had happened. Sam crouched next to the blood puddle and started examining it.

“I don't understand. There has clearly been a body here, but there are no signs of someone moving it. There's always something,” Sam said after a while. He stood up at the same time as Dean turned away from a window he had been studying.

“I saw the body, so yeah, there was one. But in the whole room there’s nothing that would tell us why no one is here – neither dead, nor alive,” Dean told Sam and walked towards him.

“We should get out of here. We can’t find out anything from here, and I don't want to be here when someone starts worrying about Dana,” Sam said, and Dean agreed.

“And girl like that – even a security guard notices when she doesn’t come to work,” Dean said and couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face. The memory of Dana at the door, her sexy lingerie caressing her skin, the glow on her face, the messy hair and the smell of sex all over her, just had that kind of effect.

“Dean,” Sam said bringing Dean back to the current moment. Dean wiped the grin off of his face and Dana's image faded away.

“Yeah, let's go,” Dean said and the boys left quickly.

Sam was the first one down and he just hurried towards the door. When he held out his hand to open it, he and Dean heard voices and steps outside. They exchanged quick glances, and rushed to the living room. They pressed themselves against a wall that was right next to the doorway of the room. The people outside the house didn't even bother knocking: they just walked straight it.

“You go pick up her stuff. All the things she wrote on this list and then come straight back down,” a woman's voice instructed the other person that was with her. The boys didn't hear anyone answering, but they heard steps leading upstairs.

Seconds slowed down, and Dean felt time didn't move at all. The woman was still in the hall, just a couple of meters away from them. She wasn't going anywhere, she was just looking around in the hall and making the boys very nervous. Then the other person came back down.

“You got everything? Good. Now leave,” the woman said and soon the door opened and closed. The boys stayed still, because they thought that only one person left the building, and soon that was confirmed, when someone went back upstairs. Dean, who was nearer the doorway, looked at the stairs: he saw a woman with long curly reddish hair walking upstairs. When she disappeared from Dean's sight, he waved his hand so Sam realized they can move. Once again they were in front of the door, and Dean opened it quickly. At the same time a horrible scream caught their attention from upstairs.

Sam and Dean looked at each other before they started running. The scream was so loud that the neighbors had probably heard it and the boys wanted to be far away from the scene before someone came to find out what was happening. They didn't say a word before Dean got the car started and left the neighborhood behind them.

“What the hell was that?” Dean asked when he couldn't see Dana's house from the mirror anymore.

“I have no idea,” Sam said and moved to look outside.

“And I will never have an idea, if I don't get breakfast,” Dean announced and suddenly stopped the car. He had seen a nice little restaurant. Sam didn't argue with him: first of all he was hungry too, but more important was the fact that Dean became the most annoying and cranky person in the world without food.

Next to the door of the restaurant was a board full of ads, missing pet announcements and missing person announcements. Dean didn't even notice it; he moved by the instinct to get food. Sam instead gave it one look, but he had to look a second time too. He walked closer to it.

“Dean!” Sam yelled, and Dean appeared next to him, looking mad.

“Sam, why do you hate me? Why can't I even eat?” he asked glaring at Sam.

“We’ll go in a minute. Just look at this board,” Sam recommended, and Dean looked at it quickly without actually even seeing anything.

“Great board. Really nice finding, Sammy. Now to eat,” Dean said sarcastically and turned to the door

“No, just really look at it, Dean,” Sam said and Dean sighed. He turned to the board and stared it for a moment before the understanding showed on his face.

“All these missing people...” Dean said and took one announcement down. He looked at the cute smiling girl in the picture, “What has happened to them?”

“I have a wild guess,” Sam said and took another down, then he handed it over to Dean. Dean looked at it and then shook his head.

“Son of a bitch... All of these are werewolves?” Dean asked and the announcement he was holding was written about the werewolf they saw night before.

“I guess so,” Sam said and pointed out one where this handsome guy was, “He was the one that girl killed.” Dean didn't say anything when he started taking the announcements down one by one. There were at least ten of them and all of them had happened during the last week. Dean made a nice pile and turned to Sam.

“We can go over these during breakfast,” Dean said to Sam grinning. Then he walked into the restaurant.

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“And I bet that Dana's picture will be found today on that same board,” Dean said when a waitress had just brought them their orders.

“Yeah, I think so too. There are eleven people missing so far, and we know for sure that at least two of them are – or were – werewolves,” Sam recapped while he browsed through the announcements.

“If you ask me, I think they all are. They are gathering some freaking werewolf army here or something,” Dean said and filled his mouth again with food.

“I thought I had made my point clear,” a familiar female voice surprised them. Dean dropped his fork and looked up: there she was again, the supergirl from last night. She was wearing blue jeans, a long-sleeved long black shirt and she had a big black hat, which almost fully covered her face.

“If you had stuck around, instead of escaping you would know what our answer would have been,” Dean said. The girl leaned to their table and looked at Dean under her hat.

“You cocky bastard. I'm trying to save your life here, but what do you do? Same as always, play the hero for as long as you can, but in the end you leave people in trouble. Like Sammy here. By the end of the night, his photo will be on that damn board,” she hissed and glowered at Dean. It made Dean feel really uncomfortable. Her words bothered him, more than he liked to admit.

“And you are so much better? You destroy people’s rooms and leave them creepy notes?” Dean's voice changed from mocking to angry. The girl pushed herself away from the table.

“What's that suppose to mean?” she asked in an almost amusing voice. Dean dug out the piece of paper from his pocket and threw it at the girl. She caught it with one hand, and then she slowly opened it. She read it and started laughing.

“You think I wrote this?” she asked and laughed. She threw the paper to Dean's lap. “You should know better, Dean. That is not my style.” Dean couldn't hold himself back anymore: he stood up and looked at the girl.

“How would I know what your style is and what it’s not? I don't know you, God damn it!” Dean said loudly and the restaurant became quiet all the sudden. Neither he nor the girl noticed it, but Sam did. He looked around and smiled to everybody really apologizing.

“Dean,” he tried to whisper loudly, but Dean just raised his hand for a do-not-disturb sign. Sam looked around him again and just smiled.

“Think harder you, scumbag!” she answered in a voice as loud as the one Dean had talked in. Then Dean grabbed her and pushed her against the nearest wall. Loud gasping could be heard in the restaurant, when all customers followed the action. Sam jumped up and walked to the fighting couple.

Because of the bump in the wall, girl's hat dropped and Dean could finally see her face. Big brown eyes, a perfect little nose, a little mouth and messy long dark brown hair. Her eyes were filled with sadness, anger and pain and her lips were a little parted. Dean grip loosened.

“Oh my God...”

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Re: Moon's Slaves (SPN XO, UC, Adult) Ch. 3 1/25

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barbara87413: Thank you for reading!
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Roswell
New Mexico
Year 2000 (after 'Off the Menu')


The sun was already going down, but it didn't bother Dean Winchester. Sometimes he liked darkness more than light; all his life he had been taught that everybody should be afraid of the dark, but still at times, Dean felt like he was more at home in darkness than in bright daylight. Probably because he knew how to handle all the things in the darkness, but normal people in the middle of the day... Dean only knew how to entertain women, and even that didn't work out every time.

Dean was walking towards a little cafeteria that was really popular in this town. He stopped in front of it just to take a good look at the ridiculous sign where a spaceship was crashing down, where read also the name of the café: “Crashdown Café”. Dean couldn't help the smirk on his face: Roswell, what a town. Dean had seen a big part of the world already, but he had never been in Roswell before. Right after he had arrived to this town with his dad and Sammy, he knew that the town held in it some fun. Maybe he could check the UFO museum on the way back to the motel.

The café's door swung open with a gentle push and the bell jingled. Dean stepped in and looked around. The first thing that caught his eye was an adorable girl in a freaky uniform standing near the counter. She looked very sad, lonely and helpless. The girl looked at the new customer and followed him with her eyes. Dean noticed that and was surprised by the way she looked at him: no wandering eyes, no lust – the girl's eyes didn't show him any of those usual “I want you” signs. She just looked at him like he was a piece of meat which had to be serviced. Dean forced his glance to let go of the girl and a mocking smile appeared when he realized that even the café's furniture was like the sign outside.

Dean walked to the nearest booth and sat down. He kept watching all that alien junk: did these folks truly believe in aliens? The girl got there quicker than Dean had ever seen any waitress do, and Dean had seen a lot of them.

“Hey. What can I get you?” The girl asked and barely looked at Dean. She just opened her notebook and placed a pen on the paper. Dean looked at her and noticed her shiny, long, brown hair.

“Hey. You are the quick one aren't you... Liz?” Dean asked and grinned. Liz looked at Dean and gave him a hollow smile.

“Sorry?” she asked and missed the whole joke. Dean rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Ah, nothing,” he said and opened the menu.

“This is most interesting menu I have ever seen,” Dean told and clearly tried to make a conversation. Liz looked as confused as she did before. Dean started to feel really stupid, when the waitress didn't get any of his jokes.

“So, anything you would like to order now or should I come back later?” Liz asked and Dean quickly raised his eyebrows as he moved his eyes to the menu.

“Okay... Let's not talk,” he mumbled, and Liz didn't even care what he said, “I’ll take one coffee, please, and when you come back I’ll know what to order.” Liz nodded and left to get Dean's coffee. Dean couldn't help but to look after her. He didn't understand how a girl like that could be for a job like this. She was supposed to be serving customers, but she wasn't really even there. Dean looked at(prep) the menu and started to read it.

Liz got the coffee and headed back to the table. She placed the coffee on the table and smiled at Dean, who was surprised by her quick moves. It made him doubt the quality of the coffee.

“Anything else?”

“Just like I promised, I have made up my mind. A Blue Moon Burger and a Tommy Lee Jones Basket. Then a Blood of Alien smoothie and an Alien Encounter and when it's time for desserts, I will call you,” Dean smiled at Liz, but Liz didn't see that, because she was writing. Dean just couldn't stop trying to get in contact with this girl. He didn't want to admit that she wasn't interested in him. She looked at the food list she just had written and then for the first time the whole day, she actually was in that moment and Dean actually noticed how she came to life. A little sparkle appeared in her eyes and her face wasn't just a stone wall anymore.

“You're waiting for company?” Liz asked.

“If you don't join me, I’ll eat alone," Dean said and gave Liz a grin. He was sure that now she would notice him. Still he was a little surprised that Liz smiled at him and according to the look on Liz's face, she was surprised too.

“I doubt that I can join you. I mean me working and all,” Liz said and her voice was warm, not cold and robotlike. Dean felt like he had just won something: Liz's voice was so warm, that it was like wrapping in a blanket. When she left to get his order, Dean watched her go. What a change.

Soon Dean felt disappointment, when Liz returned with his orders and she didn't even notice the seducing smile he was wearing.

“Thank you, Liz,” Dean said and tried to catch her attention again, but she just smiled robotically and walked away. Dean kept his eyes on Liz and wondered what her problem was.

Dean ate and watched Liz and the more he watched, the better he realized that something really was wrong with that girl or in her life. Every time the door opened, Liz's fake smile appeared and she served the customers without actually seeing them. Once again the door opened – and Dean was watching – and a jingle from a little bell flew through the café. Liz lifted her head to see who came in, but when she saw the person on the door, she froze. Dean's burger stopped halfway in the air, when he saw Liz's reaction to a dark haired tall boy, who just stepped in the café. He looked really beaten and lost.

The boy walked towards Liz, but Liz walked pass him. She looked like she didn't know what to do, but she had to leave and figure out something to do. The guy turned as she went by.

“Liz,” he said with a gentle voice. Liz turned to him, when she wasn't able to avoid him anymore – after all, he was a customer.

“Hi, Max. What can I get you?” Liz asked and sounded stiff.

“I need a friend,” Max whispered and Dean felt kind of sorry for him. He sounded so lost and lonely.

“Oh, sorry. We just ran out,” Liz said and her voice had turned cold. Max grabbed Liz's arm, not tight at all, but enough to make Dean mad. Don't get physical with ladies – especially ladies, which he liked. Dean knew that he actually couldn't do anything about the situation, because he didn't know what was going on or he didn't even know Liz.

“Max, let go!” Liz said calmly.

“Hey,” Dean yelled and looked at Max angrily, when he and Liz turned to Dean, “Liz, I need you here.” Dean yelled at Liz trying to make it look like he and Liz were closer than they really were. Max let go of Liz.

“I have to work,” Liz said to Max and walked to Dean's booth.

“You need something?” Liz asked and again she was in that moment. Her voice sounded grateful and it made Dean's day.

“Company. Please, sit down for a moment. That guy looks like he isn't going to leave you alone anytime soon,” Dean said and tried to sound casual. Liz looked surprised and looked around.

“I don't know. I'm working and...,” Liz tried to refuse, but then her eyes met Max's. He wasn't going away. Instead he just stared at her and Dean, “Well, maybe for a little while.” Liz sat down opposite to Dean and Dean smiled at her.

“Great decision,” he smiled, and Liz smiled back. Dean quickly glanced at the guy who was still staring at them.

“So... What's up with that guy?” Dean asked and bit his burger. Liz put her hands on the table and watched them. To Dean it was a clue that Liz didn't want to talk about that.

“Well, we have our history and things have been really bad lately,” Liz replied evasively. Dean nodded as an answer. Liz looked at Max again, but he was still in the same position.

“It looks like I’ll have to sit here a little longer,” Liz said in an apologizing voice.

“No problem. Pretty company always makes eating more pleasant,” Dean smiled and then pushed one of his milkshakes towards Liz, “You want?” Liz looked at the shake and then Dean's face.

“I can't...”

“C'mon, Liz. It's only a milkshake,” Dean said and Liz took the milkshake.

“Well, thank you,” Liz said and sucked the straw.

“Can you tell me your name? I mean, you're the man who rescued me from an awkward conversation, so I at least want to know how to call you,” Liz asked after they had sat there a while in silence.

“I'm Dean, but let's not shake hands since that Joe the Ordinary is still staring at us,” Dean grinned, and Liz couldn't help laughing.

“Nice to meet you, Dean. I'm Liz like you already know. You're a tourist?” Liz asked and drank some more.

“Kind of. Actually, I'm here with my brother and my dad. We are here for a job,” Dean told Liz and she nodded.

“What kind of job?” Liz asked and gave Max another glance. Dean couldn't help himself and looked at him too. Max looked devastated, but Liz just hoped he would go, and when Liz hoped that Dean did too. Though, he was actually grateful to that Max guy: without him Liz wouldn't be at his table right now.

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” Dean said and grinned. He had noticed it was a good way to go around the work question, at least with some women. Liz just laughed.

“Then I probably shouldn't ask anymore,” Liz said and the bell jingled. Liz looked at the door and saw Max walking outside the café. One more time she sucked the straw and then she stood up.

“Thank you, Dean,” Liz said and looked Dean in the eye. Dean cleaned his hands in a napkin and grabbed Liz's hand, which she was holding out.

“No. Thank you, Liz, for the great company,” Dean answered.

“Well, see you around, Dean,” Liz said and walked away. Dean watched her walk towards the counter. He smiled at himself and took the half empty milkshake that Liz had drunk.

***

Dean looked at his clock and cursed out loud. Only ten minutes and Crashdown would be closed. Sam and his dad, John, had told him to get food for them – they were too involved in the case and wouldn't let Dean do anything else than be their maid. That made Dean feel bad, but he believed that they knew he was ready to kick some butt if needed. Sam and John were doing some research and Dean had never liked that part, so now he got to do nothing.

A quick look at the clock made Dean hurry up his steps. When he saw Crashdown he slowed down, because he was already sure that he would make it. He walked at a normal speed towards the café, when he saw two people moving inside and he immediately recognized the other one as Liz. A couple of seconds later he recognized the other one as that jerk from earlier that day.

Dean saw Max's hands squeezing both Liz's arms, and Liz looked mad, sad, hurt... Dean had had enough. His silent anger burst into flames when he saw tears running down Liz's cheeks. He ran in to the café.

No one was allowed to hurt women. Dean didn't waste time to see what the hell was going on and he didn't even care to find out. Plus, he wasn't much of a talker. Dean just grabbed Max from behind and threw him with all his power to the ground. It caused Liz to drop on the floor, but she didn't get up: she stayed on the floor.

“That was your clue to leave, buddy,” Dean said standing above Max and staring at him, eyes filled with anger. Max got up surprisingly fast and answered Dean's glance equally angry.

“This has nothing to do with you,” Max said in a threatening voice. Dean thought it was amusing, that a seventeen-year-old boy tried to threaten him. Still the amusement didn't replace the anger and disgust on Dean's face.

“Leave so I don't have to force you,” Dean hissed between his teeth. Max smirked at Dean and that was enough for Dean. No cornball was entitled to jump to his face. Dean grabbed Max’s shirt and started to drag him outside. Max tried to fight him, but Dean was so mad and pure adrenaline drove him forward: Max didn't stand a chance. Dean threw Max out through the door.

“And stay there, you son of a bitch,” Dean yelled at him and slammed the door shut. He took a few deep breaths, locked the door and turned the sign to 'closed'. Then he hurried to the sobbing Liz.

Liz sat on the ground sobbing and crying. She was in the exact same position as before. After she dropped to there, she hadn't moved a muscle. When Dean sat next to her, he couldn't help thinking how fragile she looked. He was extra careful when he pulled her in his arms, so he wouldn't break her.

“It's okay,” Dean whispered. Liz leaned to him and her hand clung to Dean's shirt.

“Don't go,” Liz mumbled against Dean's chest and Dean started to gently stroke Liz's hair. He wasn't good at this kind of things, but he knew that he couldn't just leave Liz alone nor he wanted to.

“I'm not going anywhere, princess,” Dean said and placed a little, tender kiss on Liz's head. Suddenly Liz's sobbing chanced into laughter.

“Princess?” Liz asked.

“Yeah. You are my princess, who needs me to rescue her, when life treats like a rag doll,” Dean explained softly and smiled. Liz was silent for a moment, thinking Dean's words through.

“So I assume that you are my knight in shining armor who rides on a white horse? And your day job includes killing dragons?” Liz asked half laughing, half crying. Dean was tempted to tell Liz, that they are no dragons, but close. Despite the temptation Dean kept his mouth shut about his and his family's life.

“Of course I am, but my white horse is a black Impala,” Dean said and made Liz laugh.

“I have no idea what an Impala is. I assume that it is some kind of car,” Liz said and she started to feel better again. She didn't pull out from Dean's arms, but she moved her position so she could see Dean's face. Dean looked at Liz and his face reflected shock.

“Some kind of car? That is an insult to my baby,” Dean said still shocked, but his voice told Liz that he wasn't so serious.

“To your baby?” Liz asked totally forgetting her cry.

“I can introduce you to her if you want,” Dean suggested. He gently pushed Liz away from him and stood up. Then he reached his hands to Liz, and she took them. Dean pulled her up.

Dean looked at Liz and examined her face. Tears had removed all the mascara from her eyelashes and now it was on her cheeks, but still she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He took Liz's face gently between his palms and wiped the tears with his thumbs. Such a small gesture had so much in it: Dean never did anything like that to anybody. He wasn't the guy who was there when someone felt like shit or he wasn't even that guy who used sad girls. The result of Dean's little sign of care was that some of the mascara moved and now was on his thumbs, some of it just spread and some of it didn't move anywhere; it was already dried on Liz's cheeks.

A little smile appeared on Dean's face, but he didn't point out to Liz about the mascara: Dean thought it actually was pretty sexy. Like the ruined make up and messy face weren't enough, Liz's ponytail was loosened and some of her hair hanged on her face. Dean had a feeling that he was one of the few people who got to see her like this. He wiped Liz's hair off from her face.

“Ready to meet my baby?” Dean asked and Liz nodded feeling a lot better. Dean let go of Liz's face and took her hand instead. When Dean leaded her out from the café, he couldn't help thinking would it be too bold to ask what the heck the thing earlier was.

Outside, Dean walked straight to the black, old-school car. He let go of Liz's hand and stroked it's black hood.

“Hey, baby. You missed me?” Dean asked and made Liz laugh again.

“You have a beautiful girl,” Liz said and couldn't help the grin that appeared on her face.

“1967 Chevrolet Impala. She truly is a beauty,” Dean admitted and looked at Liz. Something very small moved inside Dean when he saw the brief smile on Liz's lips, but the sadness in the eyes. Liz's miserable appearance made Dean want to help her.

“You want to feel how she takes all your worries away?” Dean suggested. Liz looked like she was struggling with herself: she glanced at the café and then again Dean and the car. Dean walked to her and tried to smile softly.

“We don't have to go anywhere. When you get inside and feel the soft leather, it won't allow you to be sad,” Dean tried to convince her. Liz shivered in her tiny work uniform and hugged herself. She still wasn't convinced, but now she was cold too. Dean took off his jacket and gently placed it on Liz's shoulders.

“Thanks,” Liz said under the big jacket.

“Now, come,” Dean said and moved her closer to the car. Liz didn't refuse so he pulled the door open, and Liz voluntary sat there. Then Dean hurried to the other side of the car and quickly came to the driver’s seat. Liz gently stroke the soft leather and seemed to be really blue. All the happiness she seemed to have outside was gone. She couldn't even hold the brief smile on anymore.

Dean looked at Liz and felt so bad for her. He was hurt to see Liz so sad, because she didn't seem to be the type who is sad all the time. Dean just wanted to kiss all the worries away and make her smile again. He was little scared of this feeling inside him, and he wasn't sure if he liked it: Liz had broken through all his guard systems and touched his naked soul. That wasn't easy and Liz had done it just in one day, without even a proper conversation. For all his life, Dean had taught himself to push everyone away and keep everything to himself. Now that petite girl, who was drowning in Dean's jacket, made his knees weak just with one look from those puppy eyes.

“Do you ever feel that you are trapped?”, Liz suddenly started to talk, “That something has pulled you into this life you never wanted to be a part of?” She kept her eyes glued to the darkness outside. Dean understood what Liz was talking about: some days he did feel that he was trapped in this stupid hunting life of his. Liz didn't wait for an answer, she just started talking again.

“A year ago, I loved my life. You know, my life was okay, everything was the way I wanted it to be. Now I would trade places with anyone in a blink of an eye,” Liz's voice started to break. Dean listened to her, but didn't know what to say. She leaned her forehead to the cold window and pulled Dean's jacket tighter around her. She took a deep breath and smelled Dean's masculine scent.

“Take me away,” Liz whispered suddenly, surprising Dean. He wasn't sure how to act. He glanced to the café and when he looked back at Liz, she was looking at him.

“Please, I need you to take me away,” Liz begged and Dean couldn't resist her puppy eyes.

“I will,” Dean promised and started the engine.

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Re: Moon's Slaves (SPN XO, UC, Adult) Ch. 4 3/21

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First of all, I'm so sorry everybody that updating this has taken so long. My life has been crazy lately :)

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Chapter 4
Present day

“Liz,” Dean whispered and wobbled backwards. He was in shock – Liz just couldn't be there. She couldn't. Dean looked at her and felt his shock go deeper. She wasn't that fragile girl anymore: she looked confident and so much darker. Dean had to struggle to see even a little glimpse of that peaceful, smiling girl, who had made the funny feeling tickle inside of Dean. Liz picked up her hat from the floor, put it on her head and left in a hurry, without a word. The whole restaurant was staring at Dean, but Dean just stood there looking at the place where Liz just had stood.

“Dean,” Sam said sharply, but it had no effect on Dean. His eyes were empty and his whole body gave out the beaten feeling of his body and mind.

“Dean,” Sam said again, louder and shook Dean. Dean woke up from the shock and turned to look at the door, hoping to see just one more glimpse of her. She was long gone by now, and in the restaurant there was nothing that reminded Dean of her.

“Dean,” Sam said for the third time and this time he got Dean’s attention. Dean looked at his brother and his eyes weren't empty anymore: they were full of shock and pain, but in the next minute his eyes looked the same as always. But inside, Dean felt shocked and his conscience ate him. He didn't say anything to Sam – he didn't know what to say. So he just walked to the table, sat down and continued eating.

Sam sat down. too. Dean didn't look at him, and tried to keep his own face as normal as he could. Inside he felt like throwing stuff, breaking something, killing someone. Meeting Liz wasn't what he had expected to happen – ever. He thought... He had believed that Liz was something he never had to deal with.

“You want to tell me what just happened?” Sam asked and tried to eat too. Dean pushed his thoughts about Liz to the back of his mind and raised his eyes to meet Sam's.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked playing dumb. He did not feel like talking to Sammy about the incident before, and even less he wanted to talk about the events long before that. Sam looked at him.

“Dean, don't do that. I'm not stupid. You just pushed a girl to the wall and out of the blue you let her go. She disappears and you forget everything around you,” Sam said, and Dean looked at his food again. He really didn't want to talk about that.

“She just got on my nerves and then I realized she is a girl, so I let go. She got scared or something,” Dean explained, but didn't look at Sam anymore. He knew that Sam would never believe him, but still he had to try.

“Yeah, right,” Sam said in a mocking voice, with a little bitterness in the mix. Dean felt a little bad for not telling his brother what was really happening, but he just couldn't. How could Sam ever understand? Dean didn't answer – he just kept eating. Sam didn't break the silence, but he didn't eat either. He was looking out through a window.

They didn't say a word during the rest of breakfast, and Dean was the only one who actually ate. Sam was lost in his thoughts and Dean tried to keep his mind busy by eating. Still his mind traveled back to the moment when he finally realized who she was. He wished he didn't, he wished she would just be another hunter like Sam said.

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After breakfast they headed back to their motel. Nothing had changed since they had left there: the room was still a mess. Now they knew Liz wasn't the one doing that.

“So if this.. Liz didn't do this, who did?” Sam said and those were the first words he said to Dean after their conversation at breakfast. Dean’s facial muscles got tighter when Sam mentioned Liz's name. He didn't like it: Sam barely knew that it was her name. Dean wanted to suggest to Sam not to call her Liz or not to talk about her at all. But he didn't. If he suggested something like that Sam would want to know why, and then the same conversation would start again.

“Maybe the werewolf,” Dean suggested and tried to sound as normal as possible, “No matter who it was this room needs to be cleaned.”

“I agree,” Sam said and started to pick stuff up from the floor.

“Sorry, dude, but I'm not going to clean anything. Call the maid,” Dean said, turned around and left the room. Maybe he could lose Sam for a while, so he could get his thoughts in order. But Sam came out after Dean.

“Dean, we can't call the made. Do you still remember that we got a few weapons in our room?” Sam asked, and Dean stopped at the porch.

“Pay her a little extra. That should keep her mouth shut,” Dean suggested. Sam looked at him and Dean sighed.

“Fine. Let's not clean it up,” Dean said and he really didn't care, “Let's go see the family of that werewolf from last night.” Sam sighed, and pushed the motel room’s door closed.

“Fine.” The brothers walked side to side to the Impala. They sat like usually: Sam as shotgun, Dean as driver. In the car Sam took the pile of missing person announcements. He knew what he was looking for and soon he put the pile away keeping just one announcement in his hand. Dean didn’t pay attention to what Sam did: he knew he was doing something that included the werewolves and that was enough.

Dean started to drive even though he didn't know where he was supposed to go. Driving always helped him when he felt horrible, but this time he couldn't drive fast enough – there wasn't enough speed for Dean to concentrate fully on his driving.

“Hello. Mina Cage? This is agent Scott. I would like to talk to you about your brother,” Sam talked on the phone and it brought Dean back to Earth. He started listening to the conversation as he drove around.

“I doubt it is a good idea to have this conversation on the phone. Could we come over to see you? We’ll be there in a few minutes”, Sam finished his phone call and put his phone back in his pocket. Dean looked at him waiting for directions.

“Mina Cage is Martin Cage's sister. I promised that we would go there right now,” Sam said and Dean just nodded. Nothing distracted better than good investigation – nothing but a good kill.

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Dean stopped his car on the side of the road, looking around him. The street looked like a nice environment; there were normal people, doing their normal business. Sam and Dean got out from the car and Sam lead them towards one house, which was Mina Cage's. When they stepped in the yard, the front door opened and a woman came out from the house.

Her lips formed a soft and a little sad smile when she saw Dean and Sam. Proudly she walked towards them keeping the smile on her face. Her appearance and her facial expression were in a big conflict with each other, but she didn't seem to notice. Her reddish hair was curly and it moved smoothly conforming to the woman's movement. It reached her shoulder blades and shined against the black jacket of hers. Under the black jacket she was wearing a red shirt and with those she had black skirt. Her high heels made a little sound every time they hit the tiled path.

Dean and Sam walked towards the woman, much slower than her. Both of them were a little surprised by the obvious fact that she was coming to them. She stopped when she reached the boys and looked at them with her beautiful brown eyes which had a hint of a gold.

“It’s so good that you are finally here, agents. The whole town has been so broken by these disappearings, but you are here to solve them, right?” she started to talk like she knew them. Her voice gave Dean chills when he recognized it. He glanced at Sam to see if he noticed it too, but even if he did his face didn't give him away.

“Yes we are here to solve those. And you are?” Sam started to talk with his official agent voice. Dean didn't feel the need to participate in the conversation – he knew Sam would handle it. Instead of talking he let his eyes wonder on that woman. She was gorgeous and Dean knew that she knew that. Sweetness and softness could be sensed in her gestures, but Dean just couldn't put it together with the woman they had heard in the morning at Dana's house. But there was no doubt she was the same person, her voice had such power which wasn't easy to forget.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Evelyn Shade – silly me for forgetting to introduce myself. I just have so many worries right now,” Evelyn said and her voice was filled with pain. Dean stared at her face; something told him that she was acting.

“Miss Shade, I'm sorry, but we don't have time to chat right now. We are on a job here, and you are kind of disturbing that,” Sam said and looked at Dean, so he would back him up. A silent moment was created, when Dean didn't get it. He was looking at Evelyn and Sam cleared his throat trying to get Dean's attention. Dean glanced at him and understood what he had to do.

“Oh yeah. We gotta fly,” Dean said and gave a quick smirk to Evelyn. Evelyn’s expression started to show disappointment, but still she had a little smile on her face. Her emotions and face expressions were too perfect, crossed through Dean's mind.

“Of course. I understand that agents like you are very busy,” Evelyn said and then turned around and left. She walked smoothly away and rocked hers hips slowly. Dean and Sam looked after her: Sam much more interested than Dean. When Evelyn turned to left from the crossing, Sam and Dean turned to walk towards the front door.

“I hope you did notice that she was the same woman that we heard this morning in the coroner’s house,” Dean notified in a vapid voice. He really tried to keep his mind on the mission: think only of the next thing he had to do, but it was too clear to him. So his mind wondered away from there and flew far away again. Right after Evelyn disappeared, he didn't have anything that would have kept his mind there with Sam.
Sam said something, so Dean moved his eyes to Sam. Sam was staring at him, like he waited for an answer. Dean shrugged and kept walking.

“What the hell, man?” Sam suddenly asked and grabbed Dean's arm. Dean looked at him surprised.

“What?” Dean asked.

“A moment ago a gorgeous looking woman just left, you barely said a word and to top off everything you didn't even try to hit on her! Then I try to talk to you about her – figure out what her deal is and you just walk forward like a freaking zombie!” Sam complained to Dean.

“I don't hit on every woman is see!” Dean defended himself.

“That's not the problem and you know that! You aren't concentrating on the job, because of that Liz -girl. I'm not stupid, Dean – I can see that she is bothering you. Just tell me what this is all about,” Sam tried to get Dean to talk, but Dean didn't want to. His eyes darkened when Sam mentioned Liz's name.

“Sam, let go. Let's just go in and do our job,” Dean suggested and started to walk forward. Sam’s hand dropped down and he shook his head. Dean really didn't want to talk. Dean reached the door first and just knocked. He tried to be fast so Sam wouldn't have another chance to start asking him about Liz. Sam ran next to Dean just before the door opened.

Behind the door stood about a 30-year-old woman, whose blond hair was in a loose ponytail in the neck and her face were red from all the crying.

“Hey, miss Cage. I'm agent Scott and here is agent Johnson. I was the one who called you earlier,” Sam started talking automatically. Both of the boys showed Miss Cage their IDs, but she didn't even look at them. She just moved away from the door and started walking back to the house. Sam and Dean hurried after her and Dean, who came last, closed the door behind him. They followed her to the living room.

Sam and Dean sat down on a couch and Miss Cage sat on a chair.

“Miss Cage, when did your brother disappear?” Sam asked, while Dean's eyes studied the cozy living room. It was clear that she lived alone and her brother was important to her: his pictures were all over the place.

“Call me Mina. About a week ago,” Mina answered in a tiny voice. Her broken voice drew Dean's attention. He watched that broken girl, and felt so bad for her – maybe because she reminded him of sobbing Liz on the floor of the Crashdown.

“Okay, Mina. Did he act weird before he disappeared?” Sam asked the second question.

“No. He was still scared to go alone outside after dark, but he tried to hide it from me. But I saw it in his eyes. That's why none of this makes any sense. He never would have went out alone. He didn't have any reason,” Mina said and slowly her sobbing started to come back. She talked so fast that Sam didn't understand anything. Dean in the other hand, didn't actually even listen.

“I'm sorry, Mina, but you talked too fast. Why was he afraid of the dark and what doesn't make sense?” Sam asked watching Mina intensively. He gave Mina time to get her cry under control. Mina squeezed her lips together and took a deep breath through her nose. Slowly her breathing became normal and she could talk again.

“He got really badly mugged little over month ago. It was horrible – he was in a hospital for two weeks after that. The worst part was his neck... It was full with bite marks. It reminded him of it every time he looked in the mirror. That's why he lived here with me – I wanted him to be fully recovered before going home. Then... Week ago, he wasn't here at the morning and I am 100% sure that he went to sleep the night before that,” Mina crashed again. She buried her face in her hands and cried out loud. Dean couldn't get his eyes out of her fragile essence: he didn't see Mina Cage anymore, he saw petite Liz Parker.

It didn't matter that Mina was totally different than Liz: Mina had blond neglected hair, when Liz's hair was dark brown and it shined every time light hit it. Mina was as tall as Liz was petite. Mina's voice broke Dean's picture of Liz.

“You’ve got to find him. He is all I have. He has always been. He is my brother!” Mina appealed to Sam and Dean, and both of them understood her.

“We’ll do everything we can. I think that this is enough,” Sam said and smiled a little. He rose from the couch and Dean followed him. Mina showed them the way to the door. She opened it.

“Take care of yourself,” Dean said when he stepped out from the door. Sam turned to Mina.

“I'm sure everything will be fine, at least in time,” Sam tried to prepare Mina for the fact that her brother was never going to come back. Instead of answering Sam's words she jumped on his neck and hugged him tight.

“They are coming tonight. Help me,” Mina whispered quickly in Sam's ear and then let go of him.

“Bye then agents,” Mina said, pushed Sam out and closed the door. Sam looked shocked and Dean glanced at him.

“If you show that face every time a girl touches you, no wonder you never get laid,” Dean tried to catch his usual cocky joke style, but his joke didn't affect Sam or himself. Sam started to walk towards the Impala and Dean followed him. After they got into the car, Sam turned to Dean.

“There is more. That Evelyn must have something to do with this,” Sam said and looked really concentrated. Dean just nodded.

“When Mina hugged me, she really just wanted to say me that we have to help her. She said that they are coming tonight,” Sam explained and Dean just nodded again. It didn't take long before they were back in their motel. Sam looked around surprised and then at Dean.

“Why we are here?” Sam asked, “Shouldn't we go to the library or somewhere to do the research about Evelyn?”

“I need sleep,” Dean announced and got out from the car. He didn't look at Sam, he just walked towards their room. He had decided that if he slept for an hour or two, Liz wouldn't bother him this much. It was all because he was tired, or so he told himself. Dean heard how the car door behind him slammed shut.

“This is about her again?” Sam asked. Dean didn't answer, he just kept walking and went into the room. Sam followed him and was starting to get pissed off.

“Dean, seriously. You can't be so obsessed about this. You need to let her go – there is another girl who needs our help. Girl who fears for her life,” Sam said loudly. Dean didn't answer, he just started to put one of the beds in order.

“Mina needs our help more than Liz. From what I have seen I would say that Liz can take care of herself, unlike Mina,” Sam said. Dean remained silent.

“Dean, talk to me!!” Sam yelled and grabbed Dean from behind. Dean turned around and pushed Sam to the wall.

“Don't you remember her?” Dean asked.
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Re: Moon's Slaves (SPN XO, UC, Adult) Ch. 5 8/17

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barbara87413: Thanks for the bump! :) I try to get updating this regularly now, since I have the chapter ready and all that. Also I just heard from my beta after a long time, and she said she is reading my last chapters now, so i can get this thing on the track again!
AvalonRose: Thanks for reading! This chapter will reveal more about Liz and Dean, and I have to say these parts were maybe my favorites to write. I love imagining Dean a bit younger, not so hurt and damaged yet. :D

Okay, so chapter five people! :)
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Chapter 5
Roswell
New Mexico
Year 2000


The radio was on and the old sounds of AC/DC were bursting out from the speakers. Liz rolled down her window and moved her head closer, feeling the fresh air on her face. Dean smiled when he saw a little smile on Liz's face. The wind ruffled her hair, but she didn't seem to even notice. Dean didn't drive like he usually did: now his speedometer didn't point to a big number. He tried to be careful just because of Liz.

Liz pulled her head back and wiped the misplaced hair away from her face. She looked at Dean and smiled at him. Dean smiled back and turned the car onto the road that lead to the desert. Panic passed through Liz's face and even though it was gone really quickly, Dean managed to see it.

“You want to go somewhere else?” Dean asked and started to slow down. Panic came back on Liz's face.

“No! The desert is fine!” Liz said a little too quickly and added smiling: “I guess that anywhere with you is good.” Then she pushed her head out of the window and took in the clean night air of the desert. Dean couldn't help laughing at Liz. Liz pulled her head back in and looked at Dean.

“Why are you laughing at me?” Liz asked and smiled shyly. Dean looked at Liz and found her little shy smile very beautiful: it made her look like the queen of the mysterious.

“You just seem like you are here for the first time,” Dean said.

“Maybe I feel like it. Maybe I feel free for the first time in a couple years. Maybe I feel like now there is nothing that would keep me down,” Liz explained and smiled at the darkened sky.

“What has kept you down?” Dean asked.

“Let's not worry about that tonight,” Liz said, and Dean kept glancing at her while he tried to keep his eyes on the road, too. She seemed to be somehow freer than before. Although she still had black mascara on her cheeks, she looked free and relived. When she started to shiver, Dean thought about suggesting closing her window, but he didn't have to do it: she rolled it up already.

“Don't you have anything else here?” Liz suddenly asked, when she turned away from the window and watched the radio.

“What's wrong with AC/DC?” Dean asked and Liz looked at him, like he would be the stupidest person in the world.

“Do I look like a girl who likes AC/DC?“ Liz asked and made Dean laugh.

“With that make up, yes,” Dean said and tried to keep a straight face, but he cracked when he saw Liz's reaction: she grabbed the rear mirror and turned it to her. Dean had so much fun while watching Liz's horrifying expressions, that he didn't even say anything about touching his baby's mirrors.

“There isn't any light in which I could see something. But better yet – neither can you,” Liz said after she had noticed that the mirror was useless because it was too dark. She settled for wiping her cheeks randomly with her hands. Dean just grinned and decided that it was better not to say that he had already seen her face.

AC/DC continued playing in the speakers and Dean nor Liz said anything. Dean glanced at Liz and then the desert next to him: suddenly he turned the car around and drove into the desert.

“What are you doing?” Liz asked, but didn't sound worried. Dean stopped the car, but let the radio stay on. He switched the AC/DC to a radio station which played a little softer music and turned the volume up. Then he rolled the window down and stepped out of the car.

“Dean?” Liz asked and watched him with a surprised look on her face.

“C'mon. The stars are amazing,” Dean said before he slammed the door shut. He walked to the Impala's hood and leaned on it. He looked up to the stars when he heard door open and close, and felt Liz coming next to him. Dean couldn't keep his eyes away, so he quickly glanced at Liz and saw her wrapping the big jacket tighter around her. Slowly she leaned on the hood too and while Liz turned her eyes down to the desert's sand, Dean turned his back to the sky.

“I don't have a lot of time just to enjoy of the sky anymore,” Dean said without lowering his eyes. Still he could feel the little glance that Liz gave him.

“Who enjoys, who doesn't,” she said quietly, but Dean heard it still. He couldn't just stare at the sky anymore when Liz said something like that – he turned his face to Liz.

“Who doesn't?” Dean wondered and Liz looked at him again, just smiling. Dean smiled quickly to Liz, before he hopped to sit on the hood and looked back at the sky. Silent music reached their ears from the radio, and Liz followed Dean’s example: she jumped on the hood and then, finally, she looked at the sky.

“What if there isn't anything good?”, Liz started in an insecure voice, “What if there's... Let's say there's another planet which has a war. Everything is messed up; royal family is dead, and they need help. And that war is affecting people and their lives down here too.” Dean was looking at Liz and looked surprised.

“So... Ever thought about becoming an author?” Dean asked, a grin on his lips. He grinned, but inside of his head, he wondered what had the sky ever done to Liz that she had become so mad at it. Liz sighed and slid to lie on the hood. Dean couldn't resist, so slowly he lied down next to Liz and both of them were watching the dark sky with millions of stars, both of them thinking about something. Dean held his hands under his head, when he started to think about Liz's words. Aliens? Why not – there were a lot horrible things down here too. Liz's hands were placed on her stomach, but her whole arms were inside the big sleeves of the jacket.

“No, but seriously. I admit that those shining things are beautiful, but what if there is something really bad? Like in all those alien movies,” Liz asked.

“If you are scared of aliens, don't worry: just remember that I'm your...,” Dean started and Liz continued:

“My knight in shining armor. Yeah, I remember.” Her voice had little bit of pain in it and her hands slipped on both sides of her body. Every word Liz said, ever gesture she made, made Dean more and more interested in her.

“What really brings you here? To Roswell?” Liz asked. Dean stared at the sky and took his other hand from under his head. He replaced it on his chest. He looked at the stars hoping they would give him proof that he could tell Liz the truth. The stars and the sky remained silent, so Dean didn't go with the truth.

“Like I said, we are here on a job. Family business. Have you grown up here?” Dean asked turning the conversation to Liz. She was a small town girl, so Dean thought that she couldn't have anything to hide, but the nagging voice at the bottom of Dean's head argued. She was everything, but a normal small town girl.

“Yeah, I have grown up here – in the UFO center of the world,” Liz added sarcastically. Dean smiled and turned his head to Liz.

“Are you the same girl who just told me that she is afraid of aliens? I would have thought that you are use to them, because of course aliens are part of the normal day in Roswell,” Dean teased Liz and moved his hand from his chest next to Liz's.

Soft sounds flew out of the car when a slow song started to play. Dean and Liz were silent, listening to the song and watching the stars. Dean slowly moved his fingers against Liz's hand, which was inside the jacket's sleeve. The movement was small, hardly noticeable, but Liz suddenly reached her finger out from the sleeve and moved her finger closer to Dean's. Carefully he started to examine Liz's fingers with his own and Liz answered the movement. Slowly she stroked Dean's fingers carefully with her own.

Liz's hand looked so tiny compared to Dean's. In Dean's hands, it was obvious that he worked with them everyday, they were rough and Liz's hand was fully covered with his hand. Dean's hand had killed more than he liked to think – at least not in that moment. He didn't want to think that the blood in his hands would make Liz's hands dirty too.

Their hands played together, and Dean turned his head to Liz. He smiled when Liz turned to him and a little glitter could be seen in her eyes. Dean locked his hand around Liz's and a small, warm smile appeared to Liz's face.

And where've you been? And how times goes? And though I don't even know how to fill in the spaces of the love you've erased in my life.

For a moment they stared in each other’s eyes, until Dean pulled himself up to sit. He still held Liz's hand when he slid off from the hood. He had gotten one of the craziest and stupidest ideas ever and it would get him into a lot of trouble if someone saw him doing it – and if Sammy saw him doing it, it would be Dean’s death. Still he stepped in front of Liz, keeping his hand tightly around Liz's, and reached to her with his free hand. Liz took it without saying a word, and Dean pulled her off from the hood, straight in his arms. Dean felt shivers of scare and excitement running through his body. He took a deep breath and rolled his hand around Liz's waist, putting his hand under the jacket, and automatically Liz placed her hand behind Dean's neck.

Are you where you wanted to be? Did you get there easily? Did I make you sacrifice? Did you make a sharp left when you should have turned right?

Liz leaned against Dean's warm chest, and Dean leaned his cheek to Liz's hair, when he slowly started to move them in the rhythm of the song. He was glad that Liz couldn't see his face: he could no longer keep the overflowing feeling of happiness out of it. Dean tried to keep himself in line and took a deep breath, but he was too close to Liz, so his nose was filled by the intoxicating scent of Liz's hair; it smelled like vanilla and some flower. A goofy smile appeared on Dean's face and he just enjoyed the moment under the sky full of bright stars, in the darkness of the night in a silent desert. The only noise that could be heard was the radio and the song it played.

They hardly moved: it was just a swaying and sometimes a little movement of the feet. Dean fondled Liz's back, but kept his hands in the proper area: he didn't even try to touch Liz's butt. He respected Liz too much for that and he only wanted Liz to be happy, comfortable and safe.

A little sigh escaped from Liz's lips, and Dean pulled her petite body closer to his. He wanted to feel her, to touch her more and more every second. More than that he wanted to keep her safe. Nothing could ever touch her as long as Dean was there for her. In that very moment, Liz tightly inside his protective arms, he swore to the stars of the sky and to the sand of the desert, that nothing could ever harm Liz on his watch, and if something did he would hunt that son of a bitch down making it feel more pain than anyone ever had felt – even if it was human.

Dean never felt like that before.

The song ended, but Dean noticed that he didn't let go of Liz. Her body felt good against his and Dean hoped that the song would still go on. Both of them felt comfortable while dancing, totally forgetting the whole world around them, but now the reality came when a faster song started. Dean still held his arms around Liz's waist, because he was too scared to let go, because A) he would probably feel cold when he lost Liz's bodyheat and B) he was afraid to see Liz's face. This was not Dean's usual behavior, and he didn't know what Liz would think. Dean himself was surprised by the little romantic inside him.

Liz moved a little farther from Dean, but stayed inside his arms. She raised her eyes to meet Dean's and smiled a little.

“Thank you, Dean,” Liz just said. Dean moved his other hand from Liz's back to her hair and stroke it gently. He loved the silky feel it had to it. Liz stood there for a moment, and let Dean touch her hair, but then she pulled fully away from Dean.

“I think I should get home now. My parents will get worried if they notice I'm not there,” Liz said and she did look much better. Nothing could have made Dean happier at the moment than to see Liz happier.

“Yeah, of course. I understand,” Dean said and both of them left to the car, Liz went to sit first and Dean came in quickly after her. He rolled the window up, so the little heat that was still there stayed inside. Then he turned the volume down and started the car. He glanced at Liz and saw her trembling – one click and the heater was on. Dean didn't want to make Liz sick.

They drove back in silence: Liz's eyes were glued to the starts and she looked calmer, happier; Dean was looking at the road, but his mind wandered. He suspected that he might be coming down with something. That was the only logical explanation to his weird action and odd feelings.

They were silent the whole way to the Crashdown, but the silence wasn't awkward. Both felt nice and comfortable with each other. Dean stopped the car in front of the café, but let the engine run. Liz sighed and turned to Dean.

“Thanks. I feel a lot better now. Will we meet again?” Liz asked and sounded hopeful. Liz's voice made Dean smile a little – he felt that she really did want to see him again. Dean reached his hand to touch Liz's face. He gently just stroked Liz's soft cheek, because he simply didn't know what to answer. He wanted to see her again, but he wasn't sure – there was always a chance that they left that night.

Liz pressed her cheek against Dean’s hand, and Dean leaned forward, just a little, but it was enough to make his heart race faster. Liz moved a little closer to Dean and suddenly she realized that she was staring straight to Dean's eyes. There were only a few inches separating them. Dean slipped his hand into Liz's hair and slowly their lips met. It started carefully, but Dean just wanted to press Liz closer to him, so he could better taste those strawberry lips. Still he let the kiss be careful, playful. Dean's hand played with Liz's hair and he realized her lips were just as soft as her hair. When the kiss got deeper and more passionate, Liz pulled away. Dean opened his eyes and saw Liz struggling: she clearly wanted to continue, but she just couldn't.

“Dean, I can't. There is too much going on and I do not want you to be the rebound guy,” Liz said and sounded sad. First Dean felt mad for the rejection, and his automatic reaction was to raise his guard, but it changed fast to understanding. Dean pulled his hand away from Liz's hair, gently touching Liz's cheek on the way.

“It's okay,” Dean replied and tried to ignore the weird ache in his chest.

Liz gave Dean a light smile, opened the Impala's door and tried to leave. She started to hesitate and turned back to Dean.

“I hope you want to have your breakfast in the Crashdown tomorrow,” Liz said and left the car. On her way to the doors she glanced back to Dean and he was looking at her. He watched her every move, until she finally closed the doors and it was impossible to see her. Dean sighed and drove away.

It wasn't until back in his motel when Dean realized that Liz still had his jacket.

* * *

The nice memories of Liz weren't enough to keep Dean's good mood on: when he reached the motel, John and Sam were starving. John had gone ballistic, when he had realized that Dean hadn’t gotten any food. In fact, Dean hadn't even thought about the food after he had seen Max inside the café.

There was big fight, which wasn't pretty to see or hear. It had ended when Dean left the room. Dean wandered outside for hours. When he had returned to the room John had left back to his own room and Sam was sleeping. After getting into a bed Dean couldn't help thoughts of Liz coming back to him.

* * *

The morning after Sam woke him up by stare. Dean gave him an ugly look, but it didn't scare Sam – he just stared.

“What?” Dean growled.

“Dad wants you to take me to eat. He left to hunt that thing,” Sam said.

“He went alone??” Dean asked and was suddenly completely awake. For years now he and Sam were allowed to go with dad to hunt, but now he had left them behind.

“He said that if you couldn't be trusted with food, you couldn't be trusted with hunts,” Sam said and grinned. Dean threw a pillow at him as hard as he could. Sam didn't say anything to Dean, but he wasn't scared of bruising. Dean couldn't touch him now; he was under dad's protection.

But Dean wasn't even thinking about kicking Sammy's ass. He was thinking about dad. So this was dad's punishment – well he didn't know that Dean had someone he liked to see.

“Dean, let's go,” Sam said. Dean rolled off from the bed and got dressed.

“Let's go then,” Dean said and surprised Sam by not being angry. He was actually happy – he knew the perfect place.

* * *

Dean and Sam stepped into the café. Liz automatically glanced up and when her eyes met Dean's, they both melted into a smile.

“Hey, can't we go somewhere else? This is so.... alien,” Sam asked behind Dean.

“Shut up, bitch,” Dean growled.

“Jerk,” Sam mumbled. Dean led them to the same booth Dean sat in yesterday. Liz came to them and she was glowing. Dean's eyes followed her every move – he saw nothing but Liz.

“Hey,” Liz said and smiled.

“Hey,” Dean answered smiling as well. Sam looked at them and suddenly he realized why Dean had forgotten the food last night – he had a girl.

“Liz, meet my brother Sammy,” Dean said after they had just stared at each other for a while. Liz turned to Sam and gave him her hand.

“It's Sam,” Sam corrected when he grabbed Liz's hand.

“Nice to meet you Sam. I'm Liz,” Liz said and turned then back to Dean:

“Are you ready to order?” Liz had barely got the words out of her mouth when a blond girl rushed to her. She had long, curly, goldish hair and a big smile on her face.

“Liz! I just talked to Sean and he has lost his mind....,” the girl started to talk before she had even reached Liz. Liz turned to her.

“Maria, please. I'm working,” Liz said and tried to shut Maria up. Maria turned to Dean and Sam and smiled again.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Maria grinned and Dean could tell right away that he liked her. She was a girl with attitude.

“Maria!” Liz gasped, but Maria just laughed.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Dean asked and Liz turned to him. She looked a little bit shocked.

“Yeah, of course. Maria, this is Dean and his brother Sam. Dean, Sam, this is my best friend Maria,” Liz introduced them and Maria shook both of their hands.

“I'm hungry too. Move Sammy-boy, I'll join you,” Maria announced and poor Sam wasn't sure how to act near Maria. She was too effervescent to Sam. Maria didn't even ask: she just sat next to Sam and took her jacket off. Liz stared at Maria horrified, but Dean just laughed.

“I like her,” Dean said and Maria just smiled.

“So, what shall we eat?”

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Re: Moon's Slaves (SPN XO, UC, Adult) Ch. 6 8/30

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Thank you barbara87413 for reading. Means a lot to me :)

Here is chapter six. :)

Chapter 6
Present day

“The waitress? No wonder I didn't recognize her. I have seen her only once several years ago,” Sam said and Dean sat down on the bed, “But I just don't understand why you are so freaked out about her: she is just a former waitress, who has become a hunter, because of some twist of life.” Sam's words made Dean sigh.

“You have no idea. She isn't supposed to be here – actually she isn't supposed to be anywhere,” Dean said and the atmosphere started to heat up again.

“Just tell me what is going on then!” Sam tried to get Dean to talk, but that was a waste of time. Dean wasn't going to talk – instead he got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

“It doesn't matter,” he mumbled on his way. Sam wasn't going to give up – he got up and followed Dean.

“Dean, talk to me. There is no point in silence,” Sam appealed to Dean, but Dean just washed his face quietly. Then he took a towel and pressed his face to it. It was clear that Dean thought the conversation was closed.

“That Evelyn chick... I think you are right; she has something to do with all this. She was so... so fake. I tell you that there is something going on,” Dean said and acted like that fight about Liz never happened. Sam looked at Dean, his mouth open, but Dean just ignored it. He knew it was a mistake to talk about Liz in the first place, so only thing he could do now, was not to talk about her again.

“We should go to the library, like you suggested, and check the old news papers and dig up every last detail that is written about her,” Dean said and walked to the front door. He was ready for action – he was so ready. All the memories of Liz made Dean want to kill. It was the best way to let out the bad feelings. And after thinking of those few days in the middle of nowhere, in Roswell, he really had bad feelings.

But Sam wasn't moving. He didn't have any intention of going with Dean.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked and Dean played surprised; Sam was going to let it go, one way or another.

“I'm hunting. What are you doing?” Dean answered.

“You know I didn't mean that,” Sam said.

“Then what did you mean?” Dean asked and tried to keep himself calm. If he lost it now, Sam wouldn't let him get away with it, because it would just convince Sam that he was right.

“You know... That Liz thing,” Sam replied.

“Liz thing? There is no Liz thing. And even if there was, you wouldn't be allowed to talk about it, got it?” Dean said in a demanding voice. He failed to be calm – Sam mentioning her name was enough to push Dean over the edge. Liz's name coming out of Sam's lips – Sam's who didn't even know what he was really talking about – made Dean want to shut his brother’s mouth with his own fist. He didn't want to talk about it and Sam should understand it.

For a moment they started at each other's eyes. It was a battle of will and Dean wasn't going to lose. If he did, Sam would squeeze all the answers out of him and Dean would give them to him – and the next thing would be eternity in the Hell inside Dean's own head. There were things that should never be said out loud and that should never be told to anybody

Sam turned his eyes down and sighed – it was such a relief to Dean that he felt like smirking, but kept it in: he had won.

“So, where do we head next?”

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Liz vanished from his mind, when Dean stepped into the library. He put every thought he had on Evelyn and the hunt that was on hand. He had always been good losing his concerns into a hunt. He stuffed his head so full of thoughts and work, so he just simply didn't have time to worry about something that was part of his 'normal' life. He knew that something had to be done, and he could dive in it. Nothing else mattered, when something evil had to be wasted.

Dean stepped into the library and he was determined to find answers.

- - -

Mooncroft's library looked like it hadn't been used much: dust covered every bookshelf and even the floor was dusty. There were actual visible footprints in the dust. The librarian was in his late twenties, but he dressed like teenager: he had an old Metallica T-shirt and loose jeans. He had red curly hair and glasses. He read comic books behind his desk and didn't even raise his head when Dean and Sam came in.

“That is just rude,” Dean whispered and stared at the librarian's shirt. The faded colors and stretched picture gave him chills. It was like blasphemy to Dean. He tried to look anywhere else but at the librarian. Sam sighed because of his brother and walked first to the desk. Dean came right behind him, looking nauseated.

“Excuse me,” Sam said when the librarian still wasn't noticing them. He looked up and put the comic books down.

“Well, hello. I haven't seen you here before,” the librarian said and looked at Sam from head to toe.

“I bet that you haven't seen anybody here before,” Dean said and looked at the dust on the floor. The librarian turned his head to him and looked angry.

“Did you say something?” he asked and Dean just gave him a wide fake smile.

“I'm just admiring these beautiful decorations,” Dean said, and after one evil glance the librarian turned his head back to Sam.

“Can I help you?” he asked in official voice.

“Yeah, do you have computers here with which we would be able to look through the old news papers?” Sam asked and pretended that he didn't hear a low mumble behind him: “Are you sure that computers have already come here?”

Dean really was surprised when the librarian told them that of course there are computers. While Dean and Sam walked in the direction where the librarian had told them to go, Dean checked behind every shelf. Sam followed Dean's action mouth open for a couple shelf intervals.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked, when Dean once again peeked behind the self. Dean glanced at Sam.

“Well, checking for corpses of course! Look at this place – I'm absolutely sure that at least one person has died here,” Dean told Sam. Sam sighed.

“Dean, you are unbelievable,” he said and kept walking.

“Just look at this place, Sam!” Dean tried to convince him, but Sam just kept walking forward. Dean followed, but couldn't keep himself from peeking a few more times between the shelves.

Sam sat down in front of the computer and Dean sat next to him. Usually he would have fought to be the one who uses the computer, but now he let Sam do it: somewhere deep inside him, he knew Sam had his way with technology better than him, and with his skills there was a chance that he would get the information out faster than Dean could. So basically Dean wanted the information, then eliminate Evelyn and her buddies and then whazam – to disappear leaving the-girl-from-the-past behind.

“What was her last name? Evelyn...?” Sam wondered and looked at Dean. Dean raised his eye brows.

“You're asking me? She was talking to you,” Dean said, but tried to get the last name to his mind. It was hard, since he really wasn't paying attention. He had just studied Evelyn with his eyes. He didn't need to hear her voice to tell him that there was something off about her.

“Shade, Evelyn Shade,” Sam said soon and he didn't wait Dean to say anything: he just typed her name and hit the search button. The computer needed a little time to find all the results. When the text “10 hits found” appeared, Sam and Dean leaned forward. Sam used the mouse and looked at the articles: there was an article about her being year's first baby, a couple of stories about their family business – they were florists – and two articles about her and her swimming team.

“Wow! I doubted that this town could get any boring, but I was wrong,” Dean said when Sam had clicked on an article which told how Evelyn planted a beautiful flower planting outside the library. They didn't bother reading it. Sam took the next article: “Only one survived from beast attack

Sam and Dean exchanged quick glances before both of them started to read. They knew they had hit a jackpot. The article was about an incident that had happened several years ago: Evelyn and her friends had been out and about. An unidentified beast had attacked them, and the only survivor was Evelyn. She had been covered in blood and her neck had been filled with bite marks. Dean pulled himself away from the computer; he didn't need to read the end of it – everything was clear now.

“That bitch is going down,” Dean announced. Sam read the end of the article, and pulled away from the screen.

“So Evelyn is a werewolf. She is stamping around the city turning people to werewolves, but for what?” Sam wondered and kept staring the photo on the screen. There was 18 year-old Evelyn lying in a hospital bed, and the bite marks were clearly visible.

“Evelyn Shade is what?” voice asked behind them and the brothers turned around. The librarian stood behind them staring at them horrified. Dean quickly took a turn to answer, because he suspected that Sam would say something stupid.

“Listen carefully, Dick -”

“Jesse”

“Whatever. Just listen now. Me and my buddy here – we are actually from FBI and a word 'werewolf' is actually just a code word,” Dean explained and Sam just kept a straight face, when relief spread on Jesse's face, when he bought the whole story without even questioning it.

“I was scared for a moment. How freaky would it be if there was an actual werewolf in this town,” Jesse said and smiled a goofy smile. Dean replied to that with a little forced smile – Sam managed to look understanding better.

“Do you know where she lives?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, she lives right next to my mommy. I could take you there in a minute, my shift is ending and I'm heading home,” Jesse said, and Dean had to hide his laughter under coughs. The dude was almost thirty and still living with mother – not to mention that he called her 'mommy'.

“Well, thanks for the offer, but we can't accept that. It’s a work thing, you know. So if you could just give us the address,” Sam said and Dean got his coughing under control.

“Yeah that would be great,” Dean accompanied Sam's words.

“Of course, fine. Follow me,” Jesse said and walked back to his desk. Dean and Sam followed him – Sam had first made sure that the memory of the computer was erased.

“You really scared me with that werewolf word you know, because actually I could imagine her to be that. First that attack to her and her friends and she's the only survivor, and the next month, her parents got attacked and killed, but Evelyn had no idea where she was during that. And then she left town and when she came back few months ago people started to go missing,” Jesse talked while he searched for paper, wrote the address and then handed it over to Sam. Dean grabbed it from Sam's hand, because he knew he would drive.

“So, her parents are dead?” Dean asked looking at the paper and Jesse nodded eagerly.

“Yeah, they were attacked by some weird beast. There are whispers that it was a wolf, and the most brave ones whisper that it was,” Jesse looked quickly to around them that no one was listening, which was unnecessary since the library was empty, and lowered his voice, “a man turned into a wolf.”

“Pretty superstitious people around here?” Dean asked and tried to create a mocking smile on his face.
“Yeah, but thanks a lot, Jesse,” Sam said and left the library taking Dean with him.

“It was my pleasure!” Jesse yelled after them, and Dean just rolled his eyes at him. Yeah sure, you Metallica raper.

* * *

Dean didn't think even for a second when he pressed the gas and started to search for the address that was written on the piece of paper he was holding in his fist. Sam had barely gotten into the car, when Dean started to drive like a maniac, but Sam noticed nothing weird in Dean's way of driving: he thought that he was a crazy driver all the time.

Sam started to talk, but Dean really didn't listen. He said something about werewolves and Evelyn and her parents... But Dean let it all just run pass his ears. The only thought in his mind was to solve this case, and they were already so close. Dean drove faster than Sam could talk and they reached the house – Evelyn's house – before Sam had stopped his speech about whatever he was talking about at the moment.

Dean left the car in the middle of Sam's sentence and determined he ran to the house. Sam came a little behind him.

“Dean, hello,” Sam called when Dean took his lock pick out of his pocket.

“What?” Dean asked a little grumpier that he was planning to.

“You can't just pick the lock open – Evelyn could be inside,” Sam said and Dean just looked at him.

“So?” For a moment they looked at each other – neither of them really understanding what was happening in the other one's head.

“Well, fine,” Dean gave in and knocked before Sam had time to reply.

“Dean! What are we going to say to her?”

“'Hey, we were in a neighborhood and we came to kill you',” Dean suggested and knocked again, when no one came to open. Sam just rolled his eyes. But his worries were unnecessary, because no one opened the door for them. There was also no car in the driveway, and the house was dark.

“Can I now go in?” Dean asked, but didn't wait for an answer. The door was opened in a few seconds, and immediately Dean was inside. His hand held the gun ready, when his eyes explored the dark house. The door closed, when Sam came in – Dean didn't need to look back, because he knew his brother had his gun ready and every sense active. After a few gestures, the boys split up – Dean headed left, it seemed that the living room was there, and Sam moved right, forward to the stairway and the second floor.

The house wasn't big. A living room and a dining space were actually in the living room, and they were connected to a kitchen with a small door way. From the kitchen there was a door to a utility room with a back door.

When Sam came back down, Dean had already put his gun down and was searching for something in the fridge. There were all kinds of meat: sausages, raw stakes, cooked stakes, mincemeat, hams... Dean grabbed one sausage and closed the door. He ate it and smiled at Sam.

“This girl is true meat eater,” Dean said and Sam just sighed. Dean felt that he had done that a lot lately – or then he just had realized that annoying habit today.

“Found anything?” Sam asked.

“Nothing – no secret basement full of evil werewolves, no werewolf puppys: nothing,” Dean said, his mouth full of sausage.

“Yeah, same here. I doubted that this would be her army's nest,” Sam mumbled while looking around him. Dean wiped his hands in his jeans while turning to the fridge to take another one.

“We just have to wait for her and....,” his sentence was left unfinished when he noticed an old shabby picture under all the useless papers fastened to the fridge's door.

“Or maybe we don't have to wait,” Dean said when he took the picture under all the papers. Sam walked closer to see what Dean had found.

In the picture were an old wooden house and an old barn. In front of them stood a happy looking couple and a small girl, and all of them were smiling happily at the camera. Sam took the picture out of Dean's hands and looked on the other side.

'Shades -82'

While Sam was looking at the picture Dean was already going to the door. He didn't need to stare at the picture, he already knew that Evelyn had the army in there – he knew it like he knew that she was holding them at her house

“Dean, where are you going?” Sam asked. Dean stopped and turned to him.

“To see if someone wants to buy a stupid little brother,” Dean said and smirked at Sam. Sam walked to Dean, he didn't feel like joking around.

“You are not funny at all, you know that?” Sam said, holding the picture in his hand.

“We can't rush out without a plan. You are acting really strangely. We don't even know the address!” Sam said, and Dean realized that he was right, but it didn't mean that he would admit it. Dean glanced outside and noticed Jesse driving to the next house's yard.

“Maybe not yet. But our Jason -boy can tell us that,” and without explaining anything to Sam, Dean got out of the house. He didn't even check if Sam followed him, when he rushed towards Jesse.

“Hey, James!” Dean yelled as he hurried to him. Jesse raised his head and his face looked unpleased when he noticed Dean.

“It's Jesse,” he corrected.

“Yeah, whatever John. I was wondering... I and my partner just noticed that Miss Shade isn't at home. Would you know where she could be?” Dean asked without wondering. Jesse looked a little surprised, but pleased at the same time, because FBI needed his help.

“Well, there is a chance that she is at her parents old house or...,” Jesse started, but Dean was too anxious to wait Jesse to finish.

“Oh yeah? You know an address to there?”

“I think my mommy got it. I heard that she is trying to make it habitable again,” Jesse explained, but again Dean didn't want to hear anything that wasn't important.

“Would you mind going and getting that address? Like now. This is federal business, you know, and I bet you wouldn't like to be in the way of it,” Dean said, putting just a little threat in his voice so Jesse understood that he should go now.

Jesse did understand it, and he was almost inside when Sam appeared next to Dean.

“I bet you had some genius idea,” Sam said in a sarcastic voice, but Dean filtered the sarcasm away from it and grinned.

“Oh yeah. We are getting the address as we speak. Our little librarian is really helpful when you hint him about the federal business,” Dean explained and Sam nodded. Neither of them said anything until Jesse came back with another paper.

“Here you go, agents. Hope you find her,” Jesse said and gave the paper to Dean.

“Thanks. Bye, Arnold,” Dean said and was already walking away from him. Sam tried to be nicer: he smiled to Jesse and said:

“Thanks for you help, Jesse.” Then he hurried to Dean.

“Oh, and by the way. You probably shouldn't say anything to Evelyn even if you see her. You know, federal,” Dean looked back and yelled to Jesse. He didn't stay for the answer, instead he hopped into the Impala and smiled to Sam when he came too.

“Let's go grill some werewolves.”

* * *

They had to leave the Impala on the side of the road, and walk the rest of the way – it would have been too startling to drive in the yard. They had packed a bag full of guns and weapons and now they were walking in silence towards the old wooden house.

If Evelyn didn't keep her buddies there, it would at least be the perfect place: it was distant, and there were no neighbors, it looked deserted and especially the barn looked like a really appropriate place to hide a lot of people.

Dean still only let the thoughts of the mission in his head and it still worked. The-girl-from-the-past image hadn't haunted him since they stepped into the library. Sam was next to him, as silent as himself, and he looked really thoughtful too.

When they came closer to the house, they moved closer to the trees and tried to be as invisible as possible. If they were right and there were at least 10 werewolves, they would be badly outnumbered, even though they were just humans now when the sun was shining. Ten against two didn't have good odds, but the boys had a plan to try killing Evelyn first – that would maybe calm the rest of them down, or confuse them enough.

“Let's check the barn first?” Dean suggested and looked at Sam. He just nodded and they aimed their steps towards it. Both of them bent down a little bit and walked as fast and quietly as they could towards the barn, eyes constantly searching for something alarming. When they reached one wall, they leaned against it and they started to move along it searching for a peaking hole or a window to see through. Dean moved first, so he was the first one to see a dirty window, which someone had tried to cover with a black blanket.

Dean gestured Sam to come closer and showed him the window. It must be their lucky day since the blanket wasn't attached properly and the other side of it was hanging loose. Still the window was so dirty that it was hard to see what was happening inside. The brothers were glued to the window and saw a bunch of people inside. Evelyn was with them and in the middle of everybody was Dana: she was tied up in a chair.

“Son of a....”

“Let me guess, bitch?” female said behind them and the boys turned to her. There she was again – Dean felt a pinch in his stomach as he watched the stone face of Liz Parker. She had pulled her hat deeper into her head, and stared at them under it.

“Yeah, that is the word I was searching for. Thanks for finding it for me,” Dean said and tried to grin, but all he got out was ugly grimace.

“How could I make you believe, that this just isn't your case?” Liz wondered.

“How could I make you believe, that this just is our case?” Dean threw back and Liz gave him a cold smile.
“Funny as always.”

“If you had stayed for breakfast with us this morning, you would have heard more of my lovely jokes,” Dean said even though it was hard to speak. Liz's presence made even the air colder around him and the words tried to get stuck in his throat. Back then, air had become warmer and even when Liz was sad everything was calmer, happier, just better.

“I don't like abusive men,” Liz said and glared at Dean. Dean answered to the glare, but it was hard. Even those warm chocolate eyes were now cold and forbidding.

Sam took a step back and let the kids fight their own battle.

“And I don't like annoying bitches,” Dean answered, which made Liz's eyes darken even more.

“So it's bitch now? What happened to the princess?” Liz asked and there was a weird glimpse in her eyes. Dean noticed that immediately and got a little hopeful. That was hurt in there.

“I think the princess disappeared at the same time when the old Liz did,” Dean said in a calm and stable voice. As opposite, Liz's voice started to sound angrier.

“Is that my fault? You think I wanted this?” Liz asked and her eyes were suddenly full of emotions. The air around Dean started to sparkle with colors, when Liz's guard started to drop.

“Whose it is, if not yours?” Dean asked. Liz's statement made him feel that he was wrong about Liz the whole time. He had always thought Liz as a girl who took responsibility for her actions.

“Yours.”
“What? Mine? How could it be mine?” Dean was surprised. They had spent only a few days together seven years ago, and it was his fault that Liz was only a shadow of what she used to be?

“You didn't save me.”

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Re: Moon's Slaves (SPN XO, UC, Adult) Ch. 7 9/7

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Here's the chapter 7.

Chapter 7
Roswell
New Mexico
Year 2000




Dean was sleeping in his bed – he had been for several hours already. He had gone to bed early since he had no luck getting Liz out with him and he wasn't interested about hanging with Sam all night long.

They had fun at the café; Maria brought some colors to the group and even Liz had sat with them through her lunch break, but then Maria had to go: there was something with her mother. After that Sam had got anxious, because he couldn't stand the looks that Dean and Liz shared. Liz went back to work and eventually Dean had to bend to Sam's will about leaving.

When it was about the closing time, Dean had gone back. He had thought that maybe Liz would like to catch a movie or something, but she wasn't in that mood at all. She had listened to his words, but then refused gently and before Dean even understood it, he was out of the door. From there Dean had gone straight to bed – he had thought that Liz liked him, but now he didn't know what to think. After a fight with Sam about the TV and its volume, Sam had told Dean to screw himself and went to sleep dad's room. Dad was still on the hunt, so it was empty – although Dean hoped dad would come back now, so Sam would get his ass kicked.

It was 03:54 AM, when Dean was suddenly awake. He wasn't quite sure what had woke him up, but automatically he reached to his gun. He could sleep really heavily, and not wake when someone yelled straight to his ear, but he always woke up to strange voices – sometimes it took as small sound as one step and he was ready to action.

Completely still, Dean lay on his bed on his stomach, holding gun in his right hand. There it was again – sniffing voice outside of the front door. Without any sounds Dean got up from his bed – he didn't even bother to put pants on. Heavy breathing could be heard when the sniffing paused. Dean kept himself calm with a deep breath when he moved towards the door.

Steps, anxious steps, which made Dean very nervous. Something that hesitated to come in couldn't be completely evil, so its killing would be harder. Especially, if you let yourself think that thought. So, Dean pushed it to back of his mind when he stood right in front of the door. He waited a moment and...

A knock. It startled Dean, and he almost dropped his gun. Thanks to his fast reflexes, he caught it, before it hit the floor. The knock was surprise – what evil son of a bitch knocked? Dean kept the gun in his right hand and hid it behind his back. With left hand he cracked the door a little, and he couldn't be more surprised about who stood behind it.

She had tears in her eyes, and she looked extremely unhappy. She was unsure how she should be and she looked to Dean with her big brown puppy eyes full of tears. She looked so vulnerable – even more than she did day before. Probably because she wasn't now actually crying, she just looked so lost.

With a quick move Dean threw the gun out of his hand to his bed, so it didn't make a sound when it landed. Then he opened the door completely and pulled Liz to his arms without asking anything or saying anything. He wrapped his arms tightly around Liz and breathed her scent. Cautiously Liz placed her hand to Dean's hip, and Dean stroked her hair. He didn't need to say anything – not that he would know what to say, but the moment didn't even need it. Liz proved that he was right, when she suddenly clung harder on him and grabbed tightly from the back of his shirt.

They stood there like that for minutes. Dean didn't care about the coldness that crawled up his legs or about the numb toes he had by then, he cared that Liz felt even a little bit better. He didn't even have to think why Liz was like that again – he knew the reason was the same son of a bitch as yesterday. And Dean felt like beating the crap out of that little cocky bastard.

Liz didn't cry when she was in Dean's arms, but when she pulled away she looked much calmer and overall much better. She raised her head and looked straight into Dean's eyes. Dean wanted to turn his eyes away, because he felt so naked in front of Liz. Like she could see Dean's soul through his eyes – and that was the place he didn't want anyone to see.

“Sorry that I came here like this. It's four am and I'm weeping again, and I really don't even know what I'm doing here. I can go if you want,” Liz blurted the words out of her mouth.

“You can go if you want. Even though in here you have a chance to get to warm my frozen toes,” Dean said with a grin. Liz smiled at him a little.

“Do I have to do that if I come in?” she asked trying to get a teasing tone to her voice, but failed. Dean took a few steps backwards pulling Liz inside from her hand.

“I can't deny that I would love that,” Dean said when he pushed the door closed. He leaded Liz to his bed and sat down first, gesturing for Liz to follow his example. At the same time he let go of Liz's hand and pushed the gun under his pillow. Liz sat next to Dean.

“I bet that you would,” Liz said and gave Dean another smile, but it was nothing like her happy smile. Silence came between them since Dean had no good, or bad, joke to throw in and he wasn't sure what to say to Liz. Maybe he should ask why she was there, but that would sound like he wasn’t happy that she was there. He was happy, really happy – excited. Maybe even more than excited.

Maybe he should ask why she was so sad again, what had brought her down again. But did she come here to talk? Or did she come here because she knew she wouldn't have to talk, that he would understand without words?

Dean looked at Liz and first time in years, he felt unsure: he didn't like it. Liz looked like a broken angel that needed to be fixed, but Dean just didn't know what he should do to fix her. Hugging wasn't enough, but what else did girls want for comfort?

“I still didn't bring your jacket,” Liz said suddenly. Dean looked at her and for moment he really had to think what she meant.

“My jacket. Yeah, it doesn't matter. I can get it from you later,” Dean said when he finally realized that Liz indeed had his jacket.

Again, the silence. Dean knew he had to be a man and break the silence – he needed to ask.

Dean opened his mouth and closed it again. What if Liz didn't want to be asked? Then he just had to form the question the way that she can get away from the answering if she wanted to. Dean opened his mouth again, and closed again. The names with what he called himself inside his head were the most creative ones he had ever used about anybody.

“So... You want to tell me what is wrong or you just want to hang out?” Dean said and regretted immediately after saying it. Liz's expressions hinted Dean that she didn't want to tell, and she didn't want to say 'just hang out' out loud. Dean sighed and looked the floor. Maybe he should get some lessons from Sammy how to talk emotional things with woman.

Dean didn't reach even the part where he laughed to himself because of the stupid suggestion, when Liz turned his face back to her and placed her warm, soft lips to Dean's. Dean never saw that coming and he needed a second to recover. In that second Liz forced Dean's lips to open and gently touched his tongue with her own. When the tip of her tongue touched his, it felt like a little electric arrows left from that point to all over Dean's body and when Liz's hands wandered to Dean's hair, he was sold.

Dean didn't need any more convincing that Liz wanted him: his body felt like it was burning inside, but it felt so good. Dean wanted Liz, he wanted her badly, but the burning was too strong, too deep, to be just lust. He didn't need more than just that one kiss, and he felt how he was ready to action from that spot. But he tried to calm himself down. He didn't know how far Liz was ready to go and he didn't want to scare her away.

Dean started to answer the kiss and sank his hand into that silky hair of hers. He pulled her closer and she was eager to come, but she didn't get enough of just touching him from there. Without actually pausing the kissing she climbed to his lap. She felt his manhood pressing against her, but it made her hungrier.

Liz's hands were everywhere: they travelled from Dean's hair to his neck and they were feeling Dean's pecs. Dean let his hand fondle Liz’s back under the shirt. Her skin was perfect: it was soft and it felt nice under Dean's fingers. He touched every vertebra, which were really easy to feel, since Liz's back was in a little curve. Dean wasn't sure had he ever seen or felt anyone who was even distantly as sexy as Liz was or even felt nearly as good.

Carefully Dean started to place Liz into his bed. He changed their positions and climbed on to Liz. He started to kiss Liz's neck and ears, every now and then biting gently. Dean felt himself to be hornier than ever, but Liz was like a rare flower that had been given to him to protect. So he was gentle – in everything he did he was cautious. It got harder and harder when Liz grabbed his hair tighter and her nails sank into his back.

When Dean started to move down, towards Liz's breasts, he noticed a small movement. Liz was trembling. First thought in Dean's mind was that he had done something wrong, that he had hurt her. He raised his frightened face to Liz and noticed small tears rolling on both of her temples. Dean started to panic, but the man in him got a hold of him before that. He knew that he just had to come down and take Liz to his arms.

And he did. Dean rolled to the other side of Liz and pulled her close. Instinct took over, when Dean started to sway Liz.

“It's okay, princess, I'm here for you,” Dean whispered and placed a small kiss to Liz's head. He tried to stay calm, even though his lust didn't vanish anywhere and he was so strange ground right now. But he had done it yesterday, so he could do it today too, right?

Liz moved closer to Dean and let herself cry against his chest.

“What's wrong, Liz?” Dean asked after Liz had cried sometime and her cry wasn't so loud anymore. She took a couple deep breaths and took little distance to Dean.

“Max Evans broke my heart,” Liz said looking at the opposite wall. Her tears started to run again, but Dean felt like crying too. He had knew that this was Max's fault, but he had expected a new fight, but 'broke my heart'? Dean felt nauseated when he thought that guy and when he realized the fact that Liz must be deeply in love with him since she was all messed up because of him – second night in a row. Dean felt like getting up from the bed and going out. He needed fresh air, especially when he started to think, did Liz think about Max the whole time they were making out just now? There was no more worry about his over active manhood – the thought of Max had killed it.

From deep down inside came the voice of reason; Dean couldn't leave Liz. She had come to him for comfort and understanding – she had come there to be with a friend and that was exactly what Dean was going to do. He was going to be a friend for Liz now when she needed him. He would have plenty of time to think about Max with his Liz later.

“I'm sorry. You want me to beat the crap out of him?” Dean asked when he pulled Liz back to him. He made his voice sound like it was a joke, but if Liz said yes, Max would find himself from ER, after he had woke up, which could easily take couple days.

When Liz didn't reply, Dean realized that the joke wasn't effective. Which only meant that Liz loved Max so much, that she wouldn't even enjoy the thought of him suffering. Secretly Dean hoped that someone would feel like that about him, and then he realized that he wanted to Liz feel like that to him. If he had that chance that Max Evans did, he wouldn't ever blow it. Never.

“What did he do?” Dean asked and this question was actually easy to get out, because he was really curious about it. But Liz wasn't as eager to talk about it, and it was pretty obvious. When Liz hesitated Dean said:

“It's okay. You don't have to tell me. I'll be here even if you said nothing.”

“No, I can tell,” Liz said in a stuffy voice and she was clearly holding back her tears, “He made another girl pregnant. That was what he told me yesterday at the Crashdown, and now he is leaving. He is taking her out of here, to home.” Liz's voice caved in. She cried out loud and Dean stroked her hair trying to take in what he just had heard.

“That son of a bitch,” Dean mumbled between his teeth. This Max guy was really starting to make him mad. Dean knew that there was more coming, when he heard Liz trying to gather herself and her voice. He gave her all the time she needed even though he was anxious to know the rest.

“He’s leaving us all here. He’s leaving us here, while there is a killer on a loose. He won't have time search who it is, because they are leaving tomorrow night,” Liz talked fast and it sounded like she had just waited someone who she could talk all this.

“Killer?” Dean asked without believing his ears. He had believed that Liz was a normal small town girl, with normal teenage drama, but a killer? If she tracked down killers, she must be really special child – in a special unit of FBI or CIA or somewhere. It made Dean nervous: his dad, of course, Dean and Sammy on the side, had broken so many laws that he would be in jail the rest of his life. But Dean forced himself to concentrate to Liz and the matter on hand. The thoughts of John in jail were little too disturbing.

“Someone killed Alex. Oh my God, Alex...,” and after that Liz wasn't able to say anything. She was investigating her friend's murder, so she probably was doing it just because she was the only one who could and did. It made Dean say it.

“Liz.. Whoever killed your friend.. That son of a bitch is going to pay, and I will promise you that I will be there with you. I will find the guilty with you. I will be there watching that prick in the eye, when the last is said,” Dean promised and he was so mad. Max had left Liz alone trying to find possibly extremely dangerous murdered. If Dean just got Max in his hands...

After Dean's little speech, Liz started to cry harder, and Dean couldn't make his mind was it good or bad thing.

* * *


They laid there, Dean holding Liz close to him trying to block away the pain from her and protecting her from whatever still might come. Liz curled up in Dean's arms quietly crying, hoping it would take away all the pain she was feeling inside of her. She didn't want to feel it anymore and Dean didn't want her to be in such a pain. It was almost six am when Dean spoke again.

“Princess, should I take you home?” Dean asked, but Liz shook his head against Dean's chest.

“Why not? Won't your parents be worried if you won't be home in the morning?” Dean asked, knowing the answer and knowing that Liz had to agree with him. It was hurting him to let Liz leave, but she had to go home.

“Okay then,” Liz said and sounded beaten. She got up from the bed and she looked like a hell. Her eyes were red and a size of the golf ball, her hair was messy and clothes were wrinkled.

“I look horrible,” Liz noted when she was feeling her face with her hands. Dean got up from the bed and grinned at Liz.

“Well yeah, a little,” Dean said and laughed when Liz gave her an ugly look. Dean put his pants and long sleeved shirt on. After putting shoes to his feet, he quickly took his gun with him.

“Let's go,” Dean said, took Liz's hand to his and they got out of the motel room together.


* * *


Liz had advised Dean to drive to the back so Liz could get in through her balcony, so her parents wouldn't wake up. Dean had done like Liz told him to and now they were sitting in the Impala watching Liz's balcony.

They sat there in silence; neither of them was brave enough to break it. Only sounds that were heard were breathing of two human beings, who both were in the same situation that couple hours earlier: they had no clue what to say. When Liz was crying it had been easy, they didn't even have to look at each other, but now again there was a moment when Dean thought was he supposed to say something to make it easier.

“I'm sorry about what happened. I usually don't cry like that. It has just been... hard,” Liz said finally.

“You don't have to apologize for that,” Dean answered and really meant it. He was just glad that Liz had felt that he could be trusted. They both were silent again, lost in their thoughts.

“Would you mind coming with me? I don't feel like being alone,” Liz said suddenly, surprising Dean. He just stared at her like she had just said something really odd.

“Sorry, forget it,” Liz mumbled turning red and tried to open the door.

“No wait! Of course I wouldn't mind, but what about you parents?” Dean talked quickly, before Liz was able to leave. Liz turned her head to Dean and looked him straightly in the eye.

“They don't have to know.”


* * *


Liz curled up next to Dean on her bed under the covers. Dean thought he’d never get to sleep, but sooner than he realized he was completely knocked out, arms around Liz.

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Re: Moon's Slaves (SPN XO, UC, Adult) Ch. 8 10/8

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Sorry for the wait guys! A lot has happened in my life; I moved to England few weeks ago and it all has just been a crazy ride since then :) But now we have internet in out apartment and I am able to update again.

barbara87413 : I have always thought that Dean has the gentle side inside of him somewhere and I just wanted to bring it out :) Thanks for reading!
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So here it is, chapter 8:

Chapter 8

Roswell
New Mexico
Year 2000 (few lines from The Depature – I don't own them either)




It was ringing. It was annoying. It wouldn't stop ringing and the sound was really annoying. Dean tore his eyes open and he had no idea where he was. He saw right beside him a veil of a dark hair, and few second later he understood that there was girl sleeping really close to him, head on his arm. His nose was near her hair and the smell of them really woke him up – in more ways than one. Then he finally realized that the hair was Liz's hair and it was really her butt which was touching his crotch.

The phone didn't stop ringing, so Dean yanked his arm gently under Liz's head and tried to not wake her up. She made a little sound when Dean rolled away from her. She turned her head the other way, so Dean saw he peaceful face, which was flawless. Her skin was perfect and smooth and there was not worries seen on her face. The sound of the phone didn't let Dean stop moving. Quickly he searched his pants from the floor and dug his cell phone from his pocket. Liz made another sound and Dean answered in a hurry so Liz wouldn't wake up.

“Dean where the hell are you?” An angry voice asked when he had opened the connection. It was John's voice and he was mad and worried.

“Sorry, sir. I was needed elsewhere last night,” Dean said, because he didn't feel comfortable to tell the actual truth to him. He knew that John would think that Dean had done some hunting on his own, and he wouldn't like that. On the other hand, Dean didn't care: he was still a little mad about the hunt.

“I thought that something caught you, since I called twice before you answered,” John informed and still sounded mad. Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. Twice? That couldn't be true – he always wakes up at the first. Then Dean's eyes wandered to sleeping Liz, and he understood, why he hadn't woke up. Liz was sleeping on her stomach and her hand was on the side of her head. The blanket covered Liz almost entirely, only her toes were without it.

Yeah, Dean knew why he had slept so well, and it started to scare him.

“Sorry, sir,” Dean said and tore his glance out of Liz. He had to focus to this phone call – he had to speak at a low volume not to disturb Liz's sleep, but still loud enough not to wake his dad's suspicions.

“Come back to the motel now. We're leaving,” John commanded and Dean's jaw dropped. Leaving? He couldn't leave. Dean gave quick glance to Liz and swallowed the sigh he wanted to do. Looking at Liz's face made it clear: leaving wasn't option for Dean. He had to be there for her when she needed him, and she did need him. If she didn't need him, why would she have come to him last night? Dean turned his back to Liz and focused to his dad and the conversation.

“Ummm.. The thing is that I can't come,” Dean finally got the words out of his mouth, and then he just stayed to wait the answer – which would be angry one.

“What?” was the answer. There was only confusion in his voice. Dean never did this – he was the better son, who never argued with his father, so this was a mild shock to John.

“I have a thing here,” Dean answered.

“You are abandoning me and your brother because of some girl?” John asked, and immediately Dean felt guilty. Right thing to do would be to leave now when Liz was still asleep, disappear without a word, vanish like ash in the wind – and that was what he had to do. It was killing Dean, but he knew that dad and Sam was all he got.

“I'm there in ten minutes, sir,” Dean said and shut the connection. He wiped his face with his hands and finally he sighed. Without looking at Liz, he picked his pants from the ground and put them on. Liz sighed in her dreams and turned around. Dean turned to look at her and saw that the worry had find its way back to her face. Dean understood that if he left now, the worry might stay there – for good. He believed that they had found something special that night, and he might break her by leaving. Like Max Evans had done. Last night he had thought he would never be a douche bag like that, but now he was...

But Dean had to go, and he knew it. His dad would never forgive him, if he left them for Liz. So Dean zipped his pants and put his socks and shoes on. He tried to push Liz to the back of his mind, but it was hard since she was sleeping right there. Only thing that he could do was not to look at her, so he kept his eyes strictly away from her. When Dean had collected all of his stuff, he walked to the window. He was ready to open it, when he heard Liz's silent groaning in her sleep.

The last look, Dean thought when he turned to look at Liz once again. She wasn't peaceful anymore – she looked like she was in a lot of pain and it brought Dean down. He couldn't leave her. What the hell, he didn't even want to leave her! Liz started to breathe harder and she sounded beaten.

“Damn it,” Dean cursed out loud and kicked his shoes off. Then he simply walked to the bed and went to lie next to Liz.

And besides he had promised her. Dean had promised Liz to solve her friend's death, no matter what and Dean had all intentions to keep that promise. He took Liz close to him and tried to comfort her. She did calm down, and she moved as close to Dean as she could. Dean smiled at her and gave a soft kiss to her forehead, before he took the phone again to his hand.

There was one last thing to do because of this decision.

Dean was little scared when he choose his dad's number – they would get into a fight over this, but Dean just couldn't leave Liz behind and he understood it now.

“Dad, I have a case. I can't just ignore it and leave. If you get in trouble, call me and I'll be there, but now my place is here, in Roswell. I have to help,” Dean explained to his dad in a silent voice. He was scared of his reaction, and was surprised by it.

“Why didn't you say you have a case? We all stay if there is more to hunt.”

“Thanks, dad, but this is something I have to do. You and Sam go on, I will catch you later,” Dean said, and wished that his dad would understand soon, since he couldn't talk much longer – he still didn't want to disturb Liz's sleep and now he was right next to her.

“Dean...,” John voice changed into a demanding one.

“Sir, with all the respect, this one is for me only,” Dean told to his dad. He couldn't accept any help, since he wasn't sure was he actually hunting something they usually did or was this normal human being. Dad would never let Dean to hunt human.

“Okay, son. But if you even think that you can’t survive it on your own, call me, okay?” John demanded and of course Dean agreed. He would never call his dad, though, because he would never admit that he can't handle it. He could still promise and John believed him.

When the phone call ended Dean didn't feel like sleeping anymore. His body was over heated and he was full of energy. Liz was right there in his arms, and she had chosen to be there. So Dean just watched Liz sleeping and gently caressed her arm, face, hair... He could never get tired of watching Liz sleep – she was so beautiful and angelic.

After just watching and touching her awhile, Dean noticed that she started to wake up. First she pouted her face and then she carefully started to open her eyes.

“Good morning, princess,” Dean said smiling and Liz smiled to him. She stretched herself and groaned at the same time. Dean thought it was cute and laughed a little.

“Morning,” Liz finally replied, but she barely got the word out of her mouth when the knock came from the door.

“Lizzie?” A male voice asked behind the door. Liz looked Dean in shock and it didn't take long from Dean to realize that the voice belonged to Liz's father.

They had no time to make plan how to act, when the door started to open. Liz almost pushed Dean out of the bed and to the floor, and then hopped out of the bed herself. Quickly she pulled her morning gown on.

“Dad!” Liz said loud when the door fully opened. Dean tried to be as small as possible behind the bed. Even breathing was hard, since he thought he was breathing too loud. Liz tried her best to hide all the possible sounds Dean made by speaking loud.

“What are you doing here?” Liz asked, and it was clear that she tried to hide the nervousness in her voice.

“I came to see if my daughter is still alive. You have any idea what time it is?” Liz's dad voice said. Then Dean heard footsteps coming closer, man's footsteps. In a panic he started to move under the bed – he really didn't want to deal with an angry father right now. But then other footsteps hurried after the first ones and apparently blocked their way.

“I was tired. Could you please go now, so I can dress in peace?” Liz asked. Dean hoped that her dad would listen to her and leave.

“Yeah, okay. Your shift starts in an hour, remember,” Liz's dad said and then Dean heard the door open and close, but still he was too tensed to breathe properly. He wasn't sure that Liz's dad had really gone.

“That was close,” Liz said appearing behind the bed, and Dean had courage to stand up. He looked at Liz and grinned.

“I would have handled him,” Dean said and Liz laughed.

“Yeah I bet,” Liz answered. Dean looked at Liz's beautiful face, where there was nothing that pointed out that she would be worried.

“Should you be going to your family? I mean I don't want to hold you here, if you have something to do,” Liz said and Dean laughed. Liz would probably get mad once Dean told her that his dad and brother already left, and Dean had indeed stayed here because of Liz.

“I'm all yours princess,” Dean just said and hopped onto the bed. Liz looked at him.

“What do you mean?” Liz asked and started to look mad already. Dean decided that he wouldn't tell her that they had already left – he didn't want her to worry about him too. If Dean told her that his family already left, because Dean wanted to stay with her, she wouldn't like it. Besides she would never understand their family affairs.

“I have no hurry to be anywhere. I'm planning to spend the whole day with you – dad and Sammy got everything under control,” Dean explained and didn't even lie that much.

“But I have a shift in an hour,” Liz told.

“Then it's a good thing that I love food.”




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And Dean surely loved food. It also was useful that the cute little waiter didn't take money from him. So Dean ate the whole day and watched Liz in her work. She looked so cute in that funny little uniform of hers. Every time Liz wasn't needed in some corner of the café she came to Dean, who sat on the counter and even without asking Liz usually gave him something.

Yeah, Dean loved food and Liz loved to give it to him.

One time when Liz was hanging next to Dean and they were talking about something the Crashdown's door opened. Maria came in with a dark haired boy, and they both looked kind of beaten. First when Dean looked at them he didn't understand what was going on, but when he glanced at Liz he understood that it was about that Max-boy. Again. Dean's heart filled with compassion, when he looked at Maria, who looked like her heart had been smashed into a hundreds of pieces and after that someone had been punching her to a face.

She barely looked at Dean when she sat down in the chair next to him. Dean wanted to say something to her, something that made her feel better, but he didn't know what to say. He was happy when Liz went to her friend and hugged her.

“I can't believe this,” Maria sniffed and hugged Liz tighter. There must be more people leaving than just that Max and his whore, since Maria looked worse than Liz had. Dean turned his eyes away from the girls, because he felt like he was invading on something private. On his other side he saw the guy who had come with Maria. He was glaring at Dean and Dean suspected that either he had crush on Liz or he was just plain crazy.

“Howdy,” Dean said and nodded to him.

“Kyle Valenti, sheriff's son,” the guy introduced and gave Dean his hand. Dean took it and shook it. Sheriff's son, huh? He hoped that Kyle really didn't try to scare him with that. It was just a pathetic fact, which probably had just made Kyle life hard.

“Dean Winchester, cool enough without mentioning of dad,” Dean said and grinned to Kyle. Kyle kept glaring Dean, other hand on the counter tapping its surface.

“Cool, huh? Well, not here buddy. This is not you territory, this is mine,” Kyle pointed out, and Dean kept grinning. He found that Kyle -guy funny: he really tried to be the cool one there.

“Listen to me, Kyle, I don't have specific territory and I don't need one. Wherever I go, I'm the coolest one there – not to mention what all the ladies think,” Dean said and winked. Kyle glanced at Liz behind Dean and stood up.

“No, you listen to me Winchester – you are not going to hurt Liz...,” but Kyle wasn't able to finish his defense, when Liz cut him off.

“Kyle, could you behave? Dean is friend, and he is not going to hurt me. Dean, Kyle is my friend also so you have to behave too,” Liz said and looked demanding while glancing both of the boys, “Now shake hands and pretend to be friends, for me.” Dean sighed – for Liz, anything and he noticed Kyle was thinking like that too. They shook hands and Liz brought Maria and Kyle milkshakes.

“And Kyle's dad is ex-sheriff,” Maria said from other said of Dean. Dean looked at Maria and burst out laughing. Maria smiled him a little and turned then looked at the counter. Liz smiled a little, but she had to leave from their company, because customers needed her. Kyle himself didn't say anything – he just kept tapping the counter. Which was pretty annoying and Dean had to fight not to take his knife to remove Kyle's fingers. Or maybe just threatening with it would help.

Dean looked to both of his sides, to Maria and Kyle – neither of them made good company. They both looked kind of betrayed and beaten. Kyle seemed to be a little better than Maria: he only had that empty look in his eyes and absent essence. Maria didn't look absent, she looked like she was really there and that fact was crushing her under it. It looked that every moment was a little battle of it's own, and it was draining her.

“So... I heard that some people are leaving,” Dean said when he didn't come up with anything better. He had chosen between bad joke, or gentle comment: the little progress that had happened in his mind had decided to say gentle comment – joke would have been too much. But he had obviously chosen wrong: his words caused Maria shrink a little and Kyle to give him an angry look. Dean quickly raised his eyebrows and started to eat his french fries again. Yeah, it was a mistake, and now Dean didn't find anything to say. Even all of his jokes had left him.

When Liz came back Kyle's tapping was really getting to Dean's nerves. He had listened to it for several minutes: they hadn't talked so the only sound was the tapping and it was loud.

“Kyle.. Man, I swear to God, if you don't now stop that tapping, I will cut your fingers,” Dean warned and Kyle's fingers froze. Dean wanted just to scare him a little, because Kyle didn't know him and he just might believe that he would do that. Dean tried to ignore the fact that he really wanted to make the sound stop. Liz looked at Dean and sighed.

“Dean...”

“Well it's annoying. I have been listening to it long enough already,” Dean said, but didn't really want to argue with Liz. He knew that her friends were everything to her and Dean wanted to be part of that group too. Although, he did think that Liz could handle a little argument between them and understand that it was just a friendly thing, but Dean didn't want to test that – yet.

“It is annoying. Kyle, really don't do it anymore or I will have Dean cut your fingers,” Maria agreed, and Dean smiled to Liz as his own defense. Liz sighed and rolled her eyes. That was good sign – points to Dean.

“Well, I was leaving anyway,” Kyle murmured and got up from his seat. Dean looked at him, with one eyebrow raised.

“You are just giving up to me?” Dean asked with a little smirk. Kyle scowled to Dean and turned to look at Liz.

“Lizzie, I’m going home. I have a room to reclaim,” Kyle said and even though he tried to make his words sound funny, his voice was hollow. He turned to Maria, nodded her and then turned to leave. Dean felt a little bad about mocking him in the last moments, and he did understand that this was hard to all of them. Because of what, it was a little unclear, as was the whole thing. He just couldn't get a hang of this whole thing.

“Hey, Valenti, if you feel like cutting someone's fingers I will lend you my knife. You know, Liz's friends are my friends too,” Dean yelled after Kyle. He stopped and turned to Dean.

“I will keep that in mind, Winchester. Even though Buddha teaches us not to use violence towards our own kind,” Kyle said and grinned to Dean. There was the piece of Kyle Dean knew he would like.

“What the Hell, man? Buddha?” Dean asked.

“That's my secret. Chicks dig religious men,” Kyle said and with a light smile on his face he left the Crashdown. Dean turned to look at Liz.

“Seriously? Buddha? That guy?” Dean asked and it did sound weird to him. Kyle wasn't exactly the Buddha type. Liz nodded.

“Yeah, he found it last summer. It has done only good for him,” Liz told and Maria sighed. Both turned their eyes to her: she didn't look much better than earlier.

“I think I will go to search my Buddha at home, and hope he will help me,” Maria said and got up. Dean stayed silent, since he didn't have anything smart to say. Maria was so different from that girl they had seen yesterday.

“Okay. I will stop by after my shift, okay?” Liz said. Maria only mumbled something as an answer and left the Crashdown. Dean stared after her, thinking how screwed her life must be. Liz's silent sigh pulled him back from his thoughts. Dean wanted to ask her why Kyle and Maria were so sad too, but he didn't want to make Liz think about it since he knew it was hard for her. Instead of taking her mood down, he made eye contact with her.

“So, what should I have next? Do you have any suggestions?”




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First hours had been nice: there hadn't been any rush so Liz was able to be with Dean. Then the next few hours were busier and after Kyle and Maria left, it was unbelievably boring. Dean had eaten enough french fries for rest of his life, and he probably wouldn't be able to even look at a milkshake ever again – okay for few days, at least. Even though, Dean was completely filled with food and his buttocks were numb for the sitting, he didn't let it get to his face.

Every time his head dropped from boredom, he had to remind himself why he had stayed behind: to help Liz. He wasn't helping her if she saw that Dean didn't enjoy being there. But always when the 'helping Liz' -part was reached, another question appeared: Was he really helping Liz just by sitting there, without doing anything? He had promised to find the killer with Liz, but they had already lost one whole day, and not even once they had touched the subject.

So the next time Liz walked next to Dean, he just had to take action. Liz was smiling, which made it harder. A few times Dean had to convince himself that Liz's smile wasn't coming from the heart, that she was hurting all the time and he couldn't be sure that the smile was even real.

“Ummm... Liz?” Dean said cautiously, gently pulling Liz's attention to him, “I was just thinking, that could you tell me more about the Alex's case? I know it's tough for you, but if I am going to help you, I need to know the facts.” Liz looked a bit bumped when she stared at Dean. Now Dean wasn't going to give up to her eyes – he had made a promise, and one thing he could do was hunt. It was exactly what he was going to do.

“Let's not worry about it today. We have time right?” Liz said and tried to leave the scene. But Dean didn't give up. He stood up and walked after her.

“What is going on? I thought you wanted to solve this,” Dean said. Liz stopped and turned to him. She opened her mouth to open, but female voice from the counter cut her off.

“Larek. He says his name is Larek, and he's an alien. Who is Larek?” A dark haired, tall woman talked to herself near the counter. She had a wondering and a little absent look in her eyes. Dean grinned to her babbling, but a look to Liz's face made him wipe it off. Liz looked surprised, shocked and a little bit of panicked.

“Miss DeLuca?”, she asked out loud and then said to Dean, “That is Amy DeLuca, Maria's mom.” Liz walked a little closer to Amy and Dean followed her a little behind.

“And he's taken over this whole place. And he's holding us hostage here with a gun. He's pointing gun at my daughter. He threatened my daughter,” Amy's voice started to reach panic. Liz hurried to her and touched her arm. Dean stayed a few steps away. When Liz touched Amy's hand it looked like she would have snapped out of it. She looked down at Liz and smiled.

“Hey, Liz,” Amy said and placed her hand to the counter. Dean thought he saw everything in slow motion, when Amy started to tap the surface of the counter. Liz's eyes moved from Amy's eyes to her tapping fingers, and Dean could see the understanding spread to Liz's face.

“Oh my God,“ Liz gasped and without saying anything to anyone she ran to the backroom. Dean watched her go, gave quick smile to Amy and rushed after her. When he reached the backroom, Liz was already on the phone.

“... tapping! Just go to Kyle's, Maria. It's important. Ask if he remembers anything, make him remember. I will get there as soon as I can,” Liz didn't wait for answers when she shut her phone and rushed past Dean, without saying anything, or without even looking at him. Dean stared at her in confusion, when she walked to Amy and soon Amy left the café, looking even more confused than Dean.

When Liz started to move towards another customer, Dean moved. Quickly he walked to Liz and dragged her aside. His grip wasn't tight enough to hurt, but not loose enough to get away.

“What the Hell, Liz?” Dean asked and for the first time he was on his hunter mode when he looked at Liz. She has just realized something – apparently something big, but she wasn't going to tell him. She had dragged Dean into her mess without maybe even realizing it, but by coming to his room she had allowed Dean to care about her.

“Dean, let go of me,” Liz said in a sharp voice. Yeah, she really had realized something big. She had changed in a second from that sweet little waitress to this woman on a mission. But Dean wasn't going to let her be on that mission alone.

“I'm not Max. You can't scare me off with few angry words and cold eyes. It takes more than that to make me run away. You made me part of this so you have to let me be a part of this then,” the whole time Dean spoke he stared Liz into eyes. She tried to respond to the stare, but her eyes went all blurry about the tears, which Dean words had caused.

“I can't make you part of this. Not truly,” Liz whispered and with the last of her power, she kept her voice stable.

“Then I'm in as much as I can,” Dean told her and let go of her arm gently, “I will empty the place, and then you will tell me what you can.” Without answer Dean walked to the nearest table, where there were people. He told them a lie about a minor fire in the kitchen, which really wasn't causing any danger to anyone, but the place had to be closed, just as a precaution. He walked around the whole place, and told the same story in every table where still were people left. They left in peace, since they all did respect café owner’s desire to keep the customers safe.




The lock clicked when Dean locked the front door, after the last customer had gone. While Dean had cleared the whole café, Liz had again disappeared somewhere. When Dean left to search her, he had a bad feeling that she might have left on her own, leaving Dean behind. Maybe she would have thought something as stupid as Dean's safety or something like that.

Dean started to walk towards the swing door that leaded to the backroom. He would search the whole house if he needed to. Before he even reached the door, it opened and Liz came out. She was wearing her normal clothes instead of her uniform. She looked straightly to Dean.

“You just get back to your motel. I will take it from here,” Liz said and then took a few steps towards the front door, but Dean moved to her path.

“You are cute, when you try to make me leave. But princess, it isn't working,” Dean told Liz. He looked into her eyes, and she looked into his. Both of them tried to make the other back down, with just a glare.

“Whatever, but you can't come with me,” Liz finally said when she realize that their staring contest was a waste of time.

“If you won't let me come with you, I'll just follow you,” Dean replied and smirked to her. He could see how that made her annoyed.

“And here I was thinking that I found a nice guy,” Liz smirked back to Dean and took a few steps again.

“Nice? Is that how you think of me? I'm disappointed. Since, you see, I'm every girl's wet dream,” Dean told and kept the grin on his face.

“Maybe in your wet dreams,” Liz mumbled and started to walk towards the front door. It was useless, when Dean caught her hand when she was walking past him.

“Why don't you let me come?” Dean asked in a demanding voice. Liz looked at him.

“Because it's dangerous,” Liz answered in a sad voice. They looked into each other’s eyes, feeling a little connection between them, when Liz's phone rang. Liz pulled back and Dean let her arm go. Quickly Liz answered the phone.

“God.. I'm coming,” were the only words Liz said. She put her cell phone away and headed to the doors without saying anything. Dean walked after her.

“We are taking the Impala,” Dean announced.

“First you are not going to come and secondly we are not taking your car,” Liz said, and even when the situation was so odd and awkward, Dean grinned.

“Princess, you don't have a car,” Dean reminded her and he knew he was right. So without any further objects, only minor comment that Liz could drive since Dean didn't know where to, they went to the car and headed to the desert.




Now Dean let his baby show Liz what she was made of. They raced along the streets. Dean had to glance at Liz to see her face expressions, but she didn't look scared – only anxious. When they passed two buildings, Dean didn't even have time to react to the young man who jumped in front of the car. Dean couldn't do nothing when the man hit the car and rolled along the road, like he was dead.

Dean and Liz glanced to each other, when Dean had stopped the car. He was freaking out – he probably had killed someone. A human being. His hands were squeezing the wheel as hard as he could, when he tried to stay calm. Liz looked scared, but her eyes weren't blaming Dean.

They just sat there a moment, until Dean opened the car's door. He didn't feel so good, but he had to check if that man was still alive, and then call help. He heard door open behind him, and when he looked there, he saw Liz smiling understanding to Dean and he understood that she would come with him. Dean walked in front of the car and Liz walked to him. Gently Liz gave Dean her hand and Dean grabbed it. With one little squeeze of their hands, Dean started to walk towards the man and Liz walked beside him. Dean felt like he could deal with anything now that Liz stood there beside him.

Dean kneeled next to the man, and Liz placed her hand to Dean's shoulder.

“Is he dead?” Liz asked quietly. Dean moved his hand to towards the man's neck to feel the pulse, but he never got to touch him.

The man opened his eyes and before Liz or Dean could do anything or even a react, a bunch of people were on them. The man who was lying in the ground stood up and hit Dean to face. At the same time two girls, both blond and robust, grabbed Liz and dragged her away from Dean.

“Dean!! Dean!!” Liz screamed when she tried to fight the girls off. But she was so petite that she had no chance against those girls, and she was too gentle to even know how to do it. The girls were just smirking to her, and it pissed Dean off. He used all of his powers and techniques to get free from those people who were keeping him from saving Liz. Everything was a waste of time, since there were too many and they were too strong. Dean didn't even have any idea how many he had on him, but all he could see was Liz who didn't have any chances to get away.

“Let's kill the guy,” someone said behind Dean. Dean started to fight harder – shit he didn't want to die. He didn't even know what these people were. He was sure that they were something supernatural – they were way too strong to be anything else, but he had never seen anything like that.

“No! We only want the girl,” said the man who had been lying on the ground.

“Over my dead body,” Dean sweared. It slowly came to him that they only wanted Liz, and he just had given her to them. He had fallen for their trick even though he was supposed to know those things.

“Believe me boy, we could do that too, but we need only her and you are no threat to us,” the same man said, and then he hit Dean so hard, that everything went black in his eyes. Last thing he heard was Liz screaming horrified, yelling Dean's name. But Dean's powers just weren't enough to drag himself back to full conscious. And then the voices went away and Dean had no idea about the world around him.




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Dean wasn't sure how long he had been there when he came back to consciousness. He felt his muscles hurt and he was sore all over. The blood running on his face and he felt trickling on the left side of his face. He tried to remember how he got there and wondered what could have beaten him like that. Then all the memories came to him at once. He jumped up and all the pain he was feeling was nothing. Only one pain got to him, and it was the pain of failing; pain of losing Liz.

When his feet touched the ground, he was already running. He didn't have any clue how long he had been there, so he didn't know how far away the sons of bitches could be right now. Dean didn't want to waste even a second, he had wasted them too much enough by blacking out. So he started to search places nearby on foot. He ran and he ran. No rock left unturned, but still he found nothing. Not even a smallest reminder of Liz. Eventually Dean got back to his car, but he wasn't giving up. No way. Not yet.

That night the Impala could be seen all over Roswell. Dean drove around hoping to find Liz. He had even gone back to the Crashdown and checked her room, but like he had suspected, the room was empty. As morning was coming, Dean had returned to the place where they had taken her.

The tears no longer stayed back – silent sadness had got the best of Dean, when he got out of the Impala and looked around himself. The buildings were quiet, but Dean kept hoping that he could hear Liz's voice somewhere. He kept hoping that Liz would walk to him, laughing, saying 'I caught ya' and then telling him that it all was just one big joke. Dean wouldn't even be mad, he would be relieved. He would hug Liz so tight, and tell her that she was best thing that Dean had ever had.

The best thing... And still, he had screwed everything up – he had let her down. Dean's knees gave in, in the middle of the road and he sank to the hard asphalt. It was cold and hard, but Dean felt like nothing could be enough punishment.

Maybe it all was just a test. Liz was testing to see if Dean cold be her man, and Dean had failed. He wasn't man at all. He was nothing – just a big loser trying to play the part of hero. Liz would never take him, but he would be happy even about that – at least Liz would be okay. The pressure on Dean's chest just kept growing. It made breathing hard; Dean gasped in a fast rhythm trying to get some air to his lungs. Thinking got harder every breath he took. His mind wanted to block the situation and lack of air didn't help either.

It was no test, or no joke. It was real. Something had caught her, and Dean had broken his promise.

He was a hunter. He had grown up to protect people in this kind of situation. Why was all that he had learned not enough to save Liz?

He had failed.

He had lost the rare flower that he had been given to protect.

“Liz,” Dean whispered out loud and a tear dropped from his cheek to the ground.

“I'm sorry. I promised to keep you safe, but I failed. I'm so sorry.”

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Re: Moon's Slaves (SPN XO, UC, Adult) Ch. 9 3/10

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Sorry guys for the delay. I have started to dislike this story, and thinking about if I should post the rest or not. But since it's already finished story and I have started to post it, so I thought what the hell :) So here is the chapter 9!


Chapter 9
Present day

He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't even think: Liz's words had cut through Dean like a knife. Dean's heart was in a millions of pieces and the sharp pieces cut him from inside. He didn't think that the feeling could get any worse than it was when he realized he had failed her, but now it was thousand times worse. Her words had made his most horrified dream come true: she blamed him that he wasn't able to find her. But he had tried. He really had.

Still, after all those years, Dean never stopped thinking about whether he could have done something differently. Every time, he realized that yes he should have done everything differently - he never should have fell for Liz. Without him and his stupid hunter past, nothing like that would have happened. Dean was a son of a bitch magnet and for some reason they always got his loved ones first. First mom, then Liz, then dad, then Sam... Dean stared at Liz and when he saw the lonely tear falling from her eye, he felt a bit of him dying.

Dean couldn't turn his eyes away from Liz, even though he wanted to. The moment was too much for him to bear. Everything was silent, until Sam broke it.

“Dean if we are going to make our move, we have to do it now,” Sam said and Dean tore his eyes away from Liz. He looked at Sam, who looked like he was really sorry about the interruption.

“They are on a move.”

“You leave - I go,” Liz said, and Dean turned back to her. He pushed the pain to back of his mind, like he had done to so many things lately. He just didn't have time to deal with them now. He had to face Liz without freaking out.

“No. We are going in, you leave,” Dean said.

“Stop. We all go,” Sam put a end of the argument before it really had time to start.

“Fine. But I go first,” Liz said sounding determined. Dean opened his mouth to refuse and was pretty annoyed when Sam cut him off.

“Anything works, but we have to go now.”

So Liz got her way at least in something, when she led them to the door. Dean looked at her when they organized behind the door. Liz stood in front of the boys, and they were on both sides of her. Even from behind Liz looked gorgeous to Dean's eyes.

“Where are your weapons? We have some extra if you need,” Dean asked. He couldn't make Liz back off from the battle so he could try at least help her.

“I have all I need,” Liz said without looking Dean. Dean wanted to ask what did she mean by that, but he didn't have time.

“Let's go,” she said and before Sam and Dean had time to agree, Liz pushed the door open.

It was show time.

They walked in and the werewolves froze. It was obvious that they hadn't expected anyone to come to their secret nest - ever. Dean almost froze too, when he noticed the other group of werewolves in the other side of the barn. They had been invisible when looked from the window. There were at least twenty of them altogether: Dean, Sam and Liz were badly outnumbered and it scared Dean. Not for him and Sammy so much; that was their life and they knew when was time to flee. He was mostly scared for Liz. He didn't know what her status was in hunting. Dean would have liked to know how long she had done that, and what kind of things she had been hunting. Whatever the answers were, she was still a newbie and newbies made mistakes.

Evelyn's quick words and even quicker hand gestures made Dean to concentrate on the situation again. He couldn't help now that Liz was with them, but he could try to protect her. Not one of these horrid creatures was going to get her - this time.

And the battle began. Ten werewolves started to come towards them three and the rest of them started to move towards the other wall. A couple from that other group stayed behind intending to get Dana with them. The group that was left to take care of the intruders, tried to surround them.

“Dean! We have to get Dana before they take her!” Liz yelled to Dean and Dean nodded. They were in a battle and he didn't have time to think about all the questions that small sentence woke up in him.

Dean moved quickly next to Liz and shot down the few werewolves that were blocking her way to Dana. She moved forwards expecting Dean to follow her, and help her to get the civilian out of the harms way. Dean had all intensions to help Liz, but he couldn't when he was captured by one of the enemies. These are much stronger than humans usually are raced through Dean's mind and he understood that these were trained to fight.

Another werewolf came in front of Dean, blocking his view to Liz. He couldn't stand the idea of Liz being beaten up by some dirty douchebags, so he yanked his gunhand free from the grip of the werewolf. In a blink of eye, the werewolf before him was lying in the ground, dead. But there was too many of them; Dean caught just a glimpse of Liz before he had a new batch of those bastards all over him. They forced him to let go of his gun and then they just started beating him. Three against one: one was holding Dean and the other two just enjoyed being able to make Dean suffer.

“Sam!” Dean yelled - partly hoping that he would be able to help him, partly checking if he was still alive.

“I don't have time to chat,” Sam answered and Dean heard disgusting crunch; someone had probably hit Sam. Dean started to get frustrated, when he had no chance to help anybody. With the power of that thought he kicked one werewolf down and hit the other in the face with his head. The werewolf couldn't take it and Dean was free. First thing he did was beat the crap out of the one who had held him.

“Next time think who you pick on,” Dean said, but then the other two were again all over him. They pressed him to the ground and Dean cursed out loud. He bled so bad that he hardly saw anything. Suddenly someone grabbed both of the werewolves from behind and threw them to the ground. Liz stood there, looking angry as hell.

“Dean, waste them,” Liz said not looking to him and then she moved again. Dean was grateful to her, but he couldn't believe that without Liz he would probably be dead. Dean reached to his gun and shot both of them immediately - they didn't have even a change to get up anymore. Then he turned to Sam who had fought all the time right next to him. Dean saw Sam jumping to his gun and killing the last one.

He didn't look good either, and Dean wondered which one of them looked worse.

“Are they all dead?” Sam asked as he dropped to sit to the ground. Dean looked around himself and nodded.

“I think, but how... I have no clue,” Dean said and as he said it he really realized that ten against three was almost an impossible battle to win, but against all the odds they had won even though they all should be dead.

From outside Dean heard familiar roar. It was Impala's sound.

“What the hell?” Dean asked and walked to Sam, to pick him up. They walked out leaning on each other. Dean felt Sammy's blood dripping on his shoulder. Or was it his own?

mpala was parked in front of the barn, Liz sitting behind the wheel. She didn't look at the boys: she just clamped the steering wheel.

“Hop in,” Liz told, and the boys walked closer.

“Sorry, missy, but you aren't driving my car,” Dean said.

“Just get into the damn car! You are not in a condition to drive,” Liz said and her voice made it clear that the conversation was over. Dean humbled to his role, when he understood that he indeed wasn't in a condition to drive. He helped Sam to sit to the backseat, and then he dragged himself to their duffle bag, which they had left next to the door. With a grimace on his face, Dean picked it up and stumbled back to the Impala. Finally he sat next to Sam in the back.

If Sam said Dean drove like maniac, what word he might use about Liz? She hardly touched the brakes, when she showed the Impala all her best tricks. The closer they got to the motel, the wider Liz's smile came, and despite all the pain he felt, Dean couldn't help to wonder once again: what had happened? Liz, he thought he knew wouldn't have enjoyed driving like that.

“Liz.. Don't crash my baby,” Dean said from the backseat and Liz looked at him from the rearview mirror. Her face expression was hard to read: she looked little amused and a little mad.

“Your baby is better safe with me than she is with you,” Liz answered and suddenly she stepped on the brake. They had arrived to their motel. Slowly Liz moved her eyes away from the mirror and back to the road. Slowly the Impala moved again and Liz parked it perfectly to the same spot it had been earlier.

Sam got out of the car, but Dean hesitated. He noticed that Liz didn't have even a slightest intention to get out of the car: she just squeezed the wheel staring in front of her.

“You are not staying alone in here,” Dean said, but he didn't get Liz to move anything else than just her lips.

“Go inside and patch yourself up.”

“So you can have time to disappear again? I don't think so,” Dean refused in a urge to get Liz close to him. He might be in pain and covered in blood, but letting Liz slip through his fingers wasn't something he was going to do.

“I will come. I just have things to do first,” Liz told Dean, and her voice was completely normal, so Dean didn't see other option than believe her. He got out of the car and pushed the door close behind him.

“You better keep that promise or I will hunt you,” Dean announced with a weak sign of joke in his voice.

* * *

Dean and Sam had sewed each others wounds, cleansed the cuts and erased all the blood from their skins. They had changed their clothes and even cleaned up the room a little, but still Liz wasn't there. Dean started to get anxious. He scared that Liz wouldn't come, even though she had promised. And it would be completely understandable. Maybe she hated him.

Maybe?

Of course she hated him. Dean had left her to the enemy without even a real fight. Liz would probably hate him the rest of her life, but Dean would give anything just to see her smile at him once more. Just one time, and then she could continue the hating. Dean would leave. It would break Dean's heart even smaller pieces than it already was, but he would do what he should have done a long time ago. He would give Liz one more kiss and then he would go. He would leave permanently. At least Liz was alive.

"Dean,” Sam's voice broke through Dean's agonizing thoughts. Dean turned his face to Sam, and from his brothers face he could see the fear he was feeling because of Dean. All this was too much for Dean and he couldn't fight it off. His 'ignore' box was too full and the things he had stored there, started to come back to him. Dean had to turn his face away from Sam; now wasn't the time to give in for the feelings.

“I'm sorry Dean, but we have to keep on working,” Sam said carefully, but it didn't ease Dean's reaction.

“She's coming. We are not moving before she's here,” Dean told, giving him a quick glance. Why Sam couldn't understand? He couldn't just get up and work. They had to wait for Liz. Maybe she had something to tell them. Maybe she would help them. Maybe... She isn't coming.


Dean couldn't sit. Minute ago he had been sure that she isn't coming, but now when Sam thought so too, he was sure she was. Dean let out a noisy sigh. He should get a hang of the situation. Everything was getting out of control and he didn't like it.

“If I hadn't come, you would be dead right now,” voice said from the door. Dean's heart skipped one beat, when Liz's soft voice reached his ears. Her words meant nothing, when Dean turned around and smiled when his eyes met Liz's.

The smile died to his lips when Liz's eyes were pure ice.

“You would have never been able to take them out by yourself,” Sam replied and stood up from the bed he was sitting on.

“They got Dana. She is turned right after they change,” Liz informed them ignoring Sam. She stayed by the door, not moving towards the boys.

“We will save her,” Dean said and Liz let out a dry laugh. It made Dean feel uncomfortable, and he hated it. He tried to think that at least Liz had come, but he was getting angry to her. She could just tell what was her problem instead of mocking them.

“Yeah right. That is what you do best,” Liz mocked crossing her arms on her chest. She stared Dean.

“Actually, yeah that is,” Dean admitted and Liz just rolled her eyes.

“Poor humans. If their future is in your hands, they are all dead before the year passes by,” Liz said.

“What is your problem? Why you can't just spill it? Why go wander when you can just say it,” Dean asked. He had had enough - Liz could blame him all she could and she could call him the most ugliest names she came up with, but she had to let Sam be. If Dean was a bad hunter, it didn't mean that Sammy was too.

“Take a guess,” Liz suggested. Dean was really starting to see red. Liz was starting to be more and more annoying.

“Calm down! I think there are more important things than you two blaming each other. We have an army on the loose and you two aren't helping the situation,” Sam cut them off. Both, Liz and Dean, turned to look at Sam. Dean looked angry, Liz looked compassionate.

“Oh, Sammy. You should not have to be doing this, but after Jessica... Kind of romantic, you know. You hunted down her killer and gave her peace,” Liz said in a sad voice. Sam looked at Liz his mouth open, and Dean turned to her. God damn, that girl was walking on a thin ice.

“Now just shut up. I do not care what you say about me, but leave Sam out of this,” Dean warned. Liz glanced at him and opened her mouth to answer, but again Sam shut them up.

“Dean, it's okay. Calm down, we need to focus here,” Sam tried to get them into the right subject.

“Is that what you do? Babysit Dean while he is out of control? Everyday telling him that he should focus?” Liz asked.

“It's not like that! Now everybody just calm down! We are going to solve this case and after that you will have time to rip each other to pieces. Now I will go to check the board, if they have put Dana up yet. In the mean time you will solve your issues well enough, that you can work together. Got it?” Sam talked them like to children. Neither of them answered to him - even Liz didn't complain about them hunting with her. Sam left the motel room with a swing of the door.

Liz looked after him and sighed.

“I'm wondering if Sam is same kind of scumbag as you. He could be - he spends his every waken hour with you,” Liz wondered out loud looking at the door.

“That's enough! Liz, you don't want to go there,” Dean whispered between his teeth.

“Or what? You will give me to rabid dogs?” Liz asked and lowered her voice, “Oh, right, you did it already.” Dean tried to calm himself with breathes, but every word she said was like a poison. She killed Dean from inside a bit by bit. And he couldn't do anything to stop it, because every word she said... He knew it was the truth. He had given her up to the rabid dogs, who probably tried to eat her alive.

“They weren't dogs, honey,” Dean said grinding his teeth.

“How do you know?”, Liz asked, “Where you peeking behind the windows?”

“If I just had found the right window I would have!” Dean's voice started to rise.

“You sadistic bastard. I trusted you. I believed the words you said. I thought that you would come. You said you are my knight. I screamed for you. I screamed and I screamed. You never came. My heart slowly started to break. Your name turned into a poison. Still, I yelled until there was nothing left. The change was slow, when I realized you never come. All the sorrow and agony turned bit by bit into a wrath. Finally I stopped screaming. That was the day I died,” A tear rolled down Liz's cheeks as she trembled, because of the emotions that finally got her.

Dean had no answer to that. He looked at the angel he had broke, and he felt like curling up to the corner and die away. Liz's words made him feel worse than he ever could, even in Hell. Liz didn't bother to wipe the tear away, when she looked at Dean. Dean realized that he was also shedding few tears.

They stared into each others teary eyes for a moment, before Liz turned to leave. She didn't say anything when she reached to the door.

“Wait,” Dean said and Liz looked at him, “Tell me what they did to you. What they were.” Liz just kept looking and shook her head slowly.

“I will never tell you,” Liz said in a cold voice and when she opened the door, Dean hurried to her. He pushed the door close and stared Liz into eye.

“I know what you are,” Dean whispered, when the pieces finally started to click together. The whole picture started to form, but Dean wanted to be sure. He didn't want to believe himself, but some part of him knew he was right and it also knew that he should have understood it a long time ago.

“You know nothing,” Liz said in a warning tone. Without any warnings Dean pulled a knife from his rear pocket and cut a long wound to his arm. The whole time he was staring Liz.

Liz gasped, wobbled backwards, trembling heavily. Then she raised her head and her extended teeth came out behind her human teeth. Hunger glistened in Liz's eyes when she attacked towards Dean.


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Re: Moon's Slaves (SPN XO, UC, Adult) Ch. 10 3/16

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I'm quite nervous of posting this chapter. It will answer to a lot of questions, and I'm also really scared what will you think about it, because things take a surprising turn in this chapter. Okay, I hope you are able to enjoy this anyway! :) Oh, and there is only 6 chapters left after this one :)

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Chapter 10

She was dangerous. She was strong. She was extremely hungry and she wanted to quiet it with Dean's blood.

Liz had smashed Dean against the door and Dean was pushing her away from her shoulders. She grabbed Dean's shoulders and tried to pull herself closer to Dean and his neck. Dean didn't want to hit or hurt Liz any other way and it made the situation even harder. His hands started to get tired when Liz kept on pulling.

When Liz's teeth came closer and closer, Dean gathered all his power to his hands and shoved Liz away from him. She hit the wall behind her and Dean quickly moved away from her. He couldn't leave the room and let Liz go eat someone else, but inside here he would probably die. Ironic laughter echoed in Dean's head when he had a moment to think about the situation. The girl he had been worried over so long, now tried to kill him. Well, guess that is one way to go.

Liz pushed herself away from the wall and looked at Dean madly. She walked to him slowly and Dean could see the plan forming in her mind. So Dean did first thing that came to his mind; he talked.

“Hey, Liz. You don't want to kill me, I'm your friend - at least kind of,” Dean talked and kept his hands ready waiting for Liz's next eating attempt. Liz looked him her head tilted, like she wouldn't understand what he was saying.

“You are not one of those vampires that drinks human blood. Liz... Princess, I know you are gentle girl and...,” Dean spoke, but Liz cut him off by attacking him violently. She hit and punched and Dean had to be extra careful when he blocked Liz's attacks, because he tried not to hit any furniture as he escaped from her.

“C'mon, Liz! Princess, come back,” Dean yelled when he was starting to get tired to circling the room. Liz stopped and looked at Dean. The seconds felt so long when Dean kept his eyes locked onto Liz's. Liz looked at him and slowly she started to tremble. She trembled for a moment and then her teeth pulled back. She dropped down like a ragdoll. Dean let his fists fall and he sighed.

Heavy breathing drew Dean's attention to Liz. She was sitting in the middle of the room watching the floor. Dean was shocked and sad that he had been right. He had killed Liz.

“Please. Go cover the wound,” Liz whispered, and Dean knew it was the smartest thing to do.

“Yeah I guess I could do that. I don't like being a snack,” he snorted and walked pass Liz going straight to the bathroom.

When he came back, Liz was standing and looking around in the messy room. She looked exhausted and so fragile, even though Dean knew there wasn't anything fragile in her - not at least physically. She looked so lost when she looked out of the window to the blue sky.

“You okay?” Liz asked and turned her head slowly to Dean.

“Yeah, I am. Not even a scratch - expect of course..,” Dean said and pointed out the wound he had made himself. Liz nodded gratefully. Dean felt weird; few minutes ago Liz had tried to kill him and now they talked like normal people.

“I’ll go now,” Liz told Dean and walked to the door. Dean was already standing next to it, so he didn't have to move much to block Liz's way.

“No, Liz, you are not going anywhere. You will tell me everything,” Dean said looking at Liz.

“The hell I will,” Liz said and turned around. She aimed to the window, but Dean caught her from her pelvis. He just simply lifted her to air and carried her deeper to their motel room - away from the door and the window. The whole time Liz was fighting back, but she was light so Dean didn't really have hard time.

When Dean let her go, she looked pissed.

“Dean... Let me leave,” Liz said and tried to reach a nice voice.

“No. You aren't getting away that easily,” Dean said and was ready to catch Liz when she would try to escape again.

“Well you are right there. I haven't gotten away with anything easily,” Liz murmured as her eyes searching a way to get pass Dean and out of the room. Those looks didn't stay unnoticed by Dean, but he said nothing about it. He just followed her eyes to predict her next move.

“That's exactly what I mean. You are all about making me feel guilty. Best way to do that is to tell me everything,” Dean told her and noticed his inner masochist talking. If Liz told everything, it would just kill Dean, but still he wanted her to talk.

Liz didn't answer him. Instead of talking she moved. She tried to go passed Dean from his left side, but the whole attempt was hopeless. Dean took one step to his left and Liz walked straight to his chest. She pushed him, but he hardly even noticed it.

“Let me go,” Liz said in a threatening voice, but Dean just shook his head and shrugged.

“I'm sorry, but no,” he smirked and that was enough to Liz. She started to push and hit Dean all she could, but Dean didn't give in although he had to admit that Liz had become one strong girl. But that is what happens when one takes a dose of a vampire blood. He felt Liz's every punch and was sure that tomorrow his body would be covered with bruises.

“Let me go!” Liz yelled, when Dean placed his hands around her, keeping her of using her hands. He turned Liz around so it was easier to hold her; Liz's back was against Dean's stomach when she tried to struggle her way to freedom. She started to sound hysterical and panicked, but Dean just kept pressing her closer to his body. He placed his head right next to hers.

“I tried, Liz. I really did,” Dean whispered to her ear in a heartbreaking voice. He was tired of seeing his Liz so messed up and just so different. He didn't want to see that badass Liz who beat the crap out of people and drove like a man; he wanted to see his own Liz again. That girl who, had drank his milkshake; that girl, who had called his baby a beauty without knowing anything about cars; that girl, who had hated the stars because of aliens; that girl, who had looked so lost behind his door; that girl, who had leaded him to Heaven with food; that girl, who had took his hand even though he just had ran someone over.

As an answer to Dean, Liz stopped fighting and slowly her body started to shake. Her head dropped down and a low sobs started. Dean turned her around and gently pressed her chest against his. Dean caressed her hair with slow strokes of hand and she didn't try to get away; she laid her head down to his chest, making him feel needed. Dean wasn't sure if she did cry or not; she made only soft noises now and then, and she hardly moved. And Dean felt like he was 21 again.

The motel doorway, no pants on, open door, cold air, wounded Liz... It was that moment again, but with so many differences.

“I hated you. My God, I hated you so much and so long. All I could think of was that I should get to you and make you pay,” Liz whispered in a suppressed voice. Chills ran along Dean's spine - it wasn't nice to hear something like that. Actually Dean felt like someone was tightening a rope around his neck. He fought through the feeling of suffocating, and all the time his hand was moving in Liz's hair.

“And then.. Then I found you. I wasn't yet sure what to do to you, so I decided to follow you around for a while. I thought that I could come up with something good like that, but then I saw how you became friends with him - how he started to need you. The bond he created with you is something that I will never forget... The last straw was when you jumped after him to the dark water and pulled him back up,” Liz tried to speak in a natural voice, but there were peaks of emotions when her memories came back to her.

Dean knew who she was talking about; Lucas. Even though he knew that Liz wouldn't know things like that without actually being there, it was so hard to believe. It just didn't sound right.

“I couldn't do it. You were needed by too many for me to take you out. So I left. And I killed. I had to let my wrath out somehow, so I put to rest more supernatural things than I could even count. I didn't sleep - hell, I didn't even eat. Finally I was so exhausted and hungry, that I ate like a hungry lion and then I slept almost a week. And when I woke up... You were the first thing in my mind,” Liz talked like she had done seven years earlier; once she had started it was like she couldn't stop, like she just had been waiting for someone to talk to.

Dean listened. He was almost a good listener, but he never knew what to say. Especially in this case. Liz talked about how she had hated him and how his actions and failures had ruined her life permanently.

Liz pulled away from Dean and looked at Dean's sad face with her brown puppy eyes. Dean felt something move inside of him, when he saw his Liz watching deep into his eyes. He felt like he should say something, but once again all thoughts had left him.

“I'm sorry,” was all he came up with during a short silence. Still, it actually was all he wanted to say to Liz. He really was sorry.

“I don't hate you anymore. Not that much at least”, Liz said and walked away from Dean. She sat on to a bed and looked at the floor, ”but I am bitter. Extremely. Things I did, things that had been done to me before I got a hang of this...” Liz didn't sound mad or bitter, she just sounded reasonable. Dean understood all Liz was saying and he was even little amazed that she could be so calm - and that she didn't hate him anymore, much anyway.

Liz stopped talking, but Dean wanted to know more. He wanted to know what exactly have been done to her; description 'rapid dogs' didn't promise anything good.

Only problem was that Dean had no idea how to ask nicely, and he wanted to do it the nice way. They had something there, what Dean didn't want to break. His brain was overheating when he thought of the way to ask her; the topic probably wasn’t one of Liz's favorites and it made everything even harder.

The room's atmosphere was strange; there still could be sensed remains of the fight before and the air was sizzling with strong negative emotions, but there was floating this unspoken forgiveness and a growing wave of consensus and friendship.

“Liz...,” Dean said gathering his courage, and Liz raised her head a little, “Tell me, please.”

Liz sighed and she looked beaten, and so exhausted. She had run out of batteries. It was one of those sights that tried to pull Dean to the ground, but he knew he couldn't give in. She was a vampire, so what? Her basic nature was too good that she could never drink human blood and if she did she would pick only bad guys for dinner. Maybe she was a vampire, but that didn't mean that everything was lost. Dean wanted to make Liz feel better, and it gave him powers to keep his head up.

“Dean you don't want to know. It will only make you feel worse. What I just told you, I told because I wanted you to know it before I leave,” Liz said.


“Please,” Dean repeated. Liz said nothing. She just stared in front of her, and Dean thought it was good thing. She didn't refuse immediately, so she must be considering about telling. Dean didn't brought her back from her thoughts - who knows, maybe there is happening something important. Then suddenly she sighed and turned to look Dean directly into the eyes.

“But remember I warned you,” she just said and Dean nodded. He started to scare and regret his request. This couldn't be good thing, but he wasn't going to back down - and it was already too late.

“That night... When they took me. During that night I was sure it would be the worst night of my whole life - I couldn't be more wrong. The following nights I hoped that they all would have been like the first one,” Liz's voice was delicate when she talked and her eyes were looking out of the window to the bright sunshine, “They took me to their nest. I didn't know where I was because they had covered my eyes, but when we got there, they unblinded me. There were only seven of them, all looking me with their hungry eyes and I had no idea what was going on. I thought they were bunch of crazy people who wanted to scare me, but my first question from them was 'Where's Dean?'

Not dead, was their answer and that gave me a little hope. Maybe you would come and carry me out of there. One of the men, who was clearly the leader, told me that I should go to sleep and we would start tomorrow. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I wasn't going to sleep there. And I told that to him. 'I have no idea who you are, but I'm not staying. I have somewhere to be' was what I answered to them and that caused a fight. When I didn't bend to their will, one of the females dragged me to a back room. There was nothing in there, and she just locked me in. There weren't even windows or light.”

Dean already felt nauseated. The whole story had started so suspiciously, that he was sure that Liz had told nothing yet. It hurt Dean to think her little wounded angel in some scary little room with no light and without any idea what was going on or who those people were. He wanted to hug her, but he decided to save it for later use; this was going to the worse direction, that was sure thing.

“I didn't sleep that night. I ran from wall to wall screaming your name like a maniac. I had just seen them to beat you, but I was sure you had got up and were already on your way. They had told me that you weren't dead, and I was hanging in that little piece of information as hard as I could,” the memories got Liz and slowly she closed her eyes, when one tear rolled down her cheek.

“I can still feel the cold stone under my hands, when I kept hitting the walls. I was sure that you would hear me eventually. I kept hitting so long that all the skin from my hands had peeled off, but I didn't stop yelling. I was so scared that even the burning sting in my hands was like nothing. I don't know how long I was there, I lost the track of time as well as I couldn't keep counting the times I said your name that night.”

The lump in Dean's throat helped him understand Liz's desire to get back to him. Dean knew what was to be vindictive; he had been hunting one demon his whole life. He swallowed hard and tried to concentrate to the story like it was any other story, but he saw it too clearly in front of his eyes. Liz's voice was full of pain and her whole essence reminded him so much of those moments seven years ago. And all of them combined caused the rope tighten.

“The leader came to me, it was probably the following day. He said that he had heard my screams and that he was sorry for all the pain they had caused. I asked if they could let me go home, but according to him I was too important, he said that I was meant to be with them. So because of that, I had to be tested. Even thought I was so naïve that I believed they were human, I realized that now was really time to be scared. I don't want to go into details, but my whole body reminds me of that day forever,” Liz took a deep breath and kept a short pause.

“What they did to you?” Dean asked placing his hand to Liz's, which was lying on her thigh. She didn't pull her hand away from him, but actually she didn't respond anyway.

“I really don't want to tell you. I actually don't want to memorize it too much myself. Let's just say, I didn't know that whip could be used so many ways,” Liz started in a strong and defending voice, but she couldn't make it last.

Dean needed fresh air. Whip.. Liz was right; she shouldn't tell him. Just the mentioning of the whip, made Dean think horrifying thoughts. He looked at Liz, and saw the sad look in her eyes when she looked anywhere else than Dean. The thoughts of the whip didn't let Dean be and he wondered did Liz have more scars than him. She had talked that way... God, he needed fresh air, but then she started to speak again.

“My faith to you was inexorable. I believed you would come, and they knew it. When the day turned to night I barely could talk - I had screamed so much. When they finally let me alone I broke into tears. I tried to yell your name, I whistled... Then he came,” sudden shudder made it's way through Liz's body and automatically Dean squeezed her hand, “He said it has been so long since he had get from a human girl. He came closer... He came closer and he grabbed me. I was so weak of the day's torture so I could do nothing. I stood no chance against him.”

Dean's hand squeezed harder Liz's. He knew what was coming and it made all the colors disappear from Dean's face. Something tickled him in the bottom of his stomach, and he recognized it; it was little rage that tried to make it way out and to kill that he, she was talking about. But he kept straight face and tried to calm down - there was more of this story and he hadn't yet even heard what he had done for sure.

“He ripped my clothes off. They were like a weak spider web to him. He pushed me against the wall, and I had no chance to make it out of there - I had no voice left so no one could hear me. And that was the worst night of my life. He raped me over and over and over again. Like I said, there was no bed or any other furniture, so as the rape alone wasn't bad enough, I had to lie in the cold, dirty ground getting all kind of dirt in my wounds. That was the night when my love to you turned into pure burning hate. After that I never said your name again,” Liz tried to keep the tears back but she was living again the most horrible moments of her life.

One of those filthy vampires had raped her precious Liz. He could no longer sit, so he let go of Liz's hand and stood up. He walked around the room and the rage inside him wanted out. It crawled inside of him making his stomach hurt. He couldn't even register the fact that Liz had spoken about love and that she had started to hate him during a rape.

“I will pump his veins full of dead man's blood and then I will cut his limps one by one. Most importantly I will make sure that he is awake the whole time...,” Dean muttered between his lips and his knuckles were all white, when he squeezed his hands. Liz looked at him and she snickered a little.

“Don't worry, sugar, his head has already dropped next to all his loose limbs,” Liz said with a calming voice. She still had the tears on her cheek but there wasn't more coming. Dean looked at her and wondered had she said that to calm him? It had just gave him chills, because imagining Liz ripping someone's limbs off wasn't really one of those pictures he wanted to his head.

Dean returned to sit to the bed next to Liz before she continued.

“It continued for days - at the day time I was tortured by the whole gang with many different methods and at the night time I was being raped by the one and same vampire. I had stopped crying, and I had stopped fighting. I just took everything they did to me and whenever they left me alone, I tried to sleep, but there wasn't a lot of those moments. I was exhausted, when the leader came to me alone. He told me that I had passed their tests and I just told him to bite me. Pretty ironic, but I still had no clue what they truly were. He answered to me 'It doesn't work that way' and then he cut his wrist open, took some blood to his mouth and kissed me.

I have no idea what happened after that, I must have blacked out, but the next time I woke up, I felt good. I felt powerful and better than in a long time. The leader came to me again and explained to me that I was now a vampire, and that I was part of this magnificent elite group of vampires. They were trying to gather some kind of army from the best people in the world. He called himself and his 'family' vampires of the new age - according to him they were vampires who didn't kill randomly. As he talked I got mad. I don't know where it came from, but I was so angry with him that suddenly I just attacked. I ripped his head off and after that I went to search for the others. I saved him to last...,” Liz's voice faded away slowly.

“You killed your vampire family?” Dean asked without believing his ears. Vampires were extremely loyal.

“Yeah. I don't know why, but even as a vampire I hated them,” Liz answered. They were both silent after that; Dean was thinking all he just had heard and he realized that Liz had been right all along. Hearing that had made him feel really horrible and extremely guilty.

“You know what I did after I rushed out of there?” Liz asked, and Dean just shook his head.

“I went home. I really didn't believe that vampire crap. I believed that it was just an adrenaline rush or something. I met Maria outside the Crashdown, and guess what I did?”, without expecting Dean's answer she answered herself, “I tried to eat her. All I could hear was the blood rushing inside her veins and the heart pumping in her chest. I snapped out of it before I killed her, and I left. I ran and I ran and I never went back to home again.” A deep silence fell on them. Dean knew that Liz's friends were everything to her and that must have been really hard and devastating. Suddenly Liz stood up and started walking.

“Liz, where are you going?” Dean asked and walked after her. Liz quickly glanced at him, but didn't stop.

“I have to get out of here,” she replied and tried to reach the door. Like always, Dean was quicker and he grabbed her arm gently before she was out of there. Dean didn't understand anything anymore; parts of him were believing that if they ever got along, it would be now when he knew. Liz looked at him with her soulful eyes.

“All this remembering... It's not good for me... I - I start to feel the hate again and I just.. I will just disappear. Keep the stupid hunt,” Liz stammered.

“You can't leave. We will deal with this hunt together,” Dean pleaded and tried to convince Liz with his eyes. She looked right into them and Dean answered the look. Liz's eyes made him feel unsure once again. They made him feel naked. Liz and Dean stared each other for a long time.

“I missed you,” Liz blurted out and then she turned her face away biting her lip like he had said something really horrible. Dean felt a warmth spreading through his body. Gently he turned Liz's head to him and pressed his lips to hers. Who gave a shit if she was a vampire? Not Dean, that's for sure.

Liz threw her hands around Dean's neck and pulled him closer. He didn't resist; his hands were on Liz's face, but when the kiss got more passionate he moved them to her hair and the other one slid to her back. Liz couldn't get enough of touching him; her hands were all over him and she kept coming closer and closer.

The kiss was not any soft, loving kiss - it was passionate, hot and angry. Liz was grabbing Dean like it didn't matter if he was hurt, and Dean just wanted Liz so badly. The kiss promised much to both of them.

Carefully Dean moved his both hands to Liz's waist and pulled her up. His strong arms kept her up. Dean's manhood reacted automatically to Liz; it was waking up. Dean couldn't think of anything else than Liz and her hot, petite body. With slow movements Dean moved closer to the bed next to them; it's sheets weren't on, but at that moment Dean was glad that there was still the soft mattress where to lay Liz. Dean didn't stop the kissing even for a moment when he started to put Liz down. Not that Liz would have allowed it. She was like a cat in a heat.

When Liz's back touched the bed Dean finally pulled his lips away. He kicked his shoes off before climbing on to Liz, whose eyes had became misty because of the lust. Dean looked at her for a moment and he knew she was the sexiest person in the world. Her lips were a little apart from each other and her breathing was loud. With smile on his face Dean bend to kiss Liz. First he placed a little kiss to Liz's lips, and then he started to make a little road of kisses down to her neck. He bit her a little and moved then to kiss her ear. She moaned out loud and pulled his hair harder.

Dean moved away from the neck area, toward her breasts. First he played with them when the shirt was on; he touched the right one with his right hand as he nibbled the left one carefully with his teeth.

“Oh God... Dean...,” Liz whispered. Dean pulled away from Liz to take her shirt off. He started to pull it up and Liz gave him a little help. She quickly tugged it off and pulled Dean back on her kissing him hungrily, but Dean pulled away from the kiss smiling to Liz. Then he moved back to her breasts, but the shock was so huge that it paralyzed Dean for a moment - Liz wasn't kidding about her body reminding her about those torturing hours.

“Oh, princess..”, Dean sighed as he followed the long scars with his fingers. There was no doubt that those scars were made by that damn whip. If Dean didn't know that the vampires were already dead, he would go and slaughter those sons of bitches. Liz put her hand to Dean's cheek and turned his face to her.

“Don't care about those. Just take me,” she whispered. Dean moved his head closer to Liz.

“I want to do this right. I have wanted you for so many years. I have missed you and maybe on some level I have loved you,” Dean said in a husky voice. Liz stroked his cheek smiling a little.

“Just take me, Dean. I want to feel you. I need to feel you,” she asked in a begging voice. Dean really did want to do this the right way. He wanted to make love to Liz properly, but he cared about her too much to ignore her request, and his own craving of Liz's body wasn't letting him be the lover he wanted to be. So in fact he hadn't any difficulties to do this Liz's way; he just wanted to show Liz that he could be anything that she ever wanted him to be. Gently he caressed her cheek before he moved down accompanied by a little sigh. First he took off Liz's shoes and after that he started to strip her from her pants. Liz was moving anxiously which made Dean hurry his operation.

He threw the pants to the floor, and he looked Liz's bare legs with conflicting feelings; they were beautiful, soft, just enough muscular, but then again scars could be seen all over them. Dean placed a little kisses to both of her thighs. He loved every inch of them, no matter how many scars she had. He would heal every wound she had - at least he would try.

“You are wearing way too much clothes for this,” Liz's voice was soft. Dean looked at her and grinned a little.

“Do you have a meeting that you have to catch or why are you so much in a hurry?” His voice was a bit amused and his day became again a little bit better when Liz looked at him grinning. She was so beautiful with that playful glimpse in her eyes and her jocular expression when she quickly glanced to the door.

“Not that I would care, but your brother may be back any minute,” she said and Dean was just amazed by the change that happened in Liz. Dean wasn't going to say anything about it; he didn't want to try his luck. And he didn't know what had happened to make Liz like that. Maybe after this Liz would eat him, or something. Instead of asking Liz anything he got out of the bed grinning to Liz.

“Anything you want,” he said pulling his shirt of revealing his abs for Liz to admire. Then he took his pants off and slid next to Liz to the bed. Liz reached to kiss him and Dean grabbed her tightly close to him. Their tongues played a little game of their own, when Dean's hands had a mission on their own; while his left hand was on Liz's cheek making sure she can't escape his kisses, his right hand fondled it's way to Liz' back to open her bra. With all the practice Dean has had, quickly the bra was open. He pulled his lips away from hers, and took her bra slowly away.

Liz shivered a little from the cold: she had only her panties on. Dean kissed Liz's ear and whispered to her:

“Soon you will be warm again.” And when Liz slid her hand along Dean's back, he fulfilled his promise, since his urge to have Liz became too high. With few quick moves he got rid of Liz's panties, and as quickly he got out of his.

Dean was nervous. First time since he was seventeen, he was nervous with a woman he intended to have sex with. Look to Liz's brown eyes made his whole body tremble, but despite that he moved to between Liz's legs. Liz's breaths got faster, when she waited for the feeling of satisfaction, what would come when Dean would finally enter her. Instead of using his penis right away, Dean softly placed his hand to Liz's core. He pressed his finger into Liz's wetness causing her moan out loud. He continued moving his finger between her lips, enjoying the sight of Liz groaning and lifting her lower body to get Dean closer to him.

Liz was really getting into it, when Dean pulled his hand away. Liz looked at him with begging gaze and Dean smiled to her.

“You will be getting something better,” and with one thrust he entered her filling her perfectly.

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