A few months ago I showed my best friend an ep of SN and she said "I don't think Jensen is that attractive and I don't like his character much." However on Saturday night after coming home from a party she crashed at mine and we watched the DVD boxset until about 4am she took them home to watch the rest. I saw her yesterday and she was like "Oh my God I love this show. And I've got an obsession with Jensen Ackles right now and Dean is brilliant I much prefer him to Sam!" So there we are another convert!
I had a good birthday thanks for asking! It seems so long ago now then I realized it's a good few weeks and I feel so bad for the lack of updates, I think it's one of those things that when I posted every week I got into the habit of doing it every week but then I missed some so I sort of fell out of the habit. Hopefully in January they'll become more regular again.
So thanks for all the FB and bumps, don't have time to post individual thank you's this week but love ya all!
Chapter 11
"What do you wanna know?" she asked smiling.
He looked at her seriously. "Everything."
She looked at him. There was a look in his eyes. She couldn't quite place it.
"What's your last name?" He asked as he put his cup of coffee down.
"Parker. Elizabeth Parker," she stuck out her hand with a smile.
He gave her a half smile as he shook her petite hand. "That's a pretty name." Dean had a lump in his throat. He knew that she was Liz Parker, they had proof from the website they found but he'd hoped that maybe it was all a huge mistake and she would say her surname was Smith or something like that.
He looked up at her after realizing that he hadn't said anything for a few moments.
"What about you?" she asked. She must say that she was curious about the man opposite her. It was obvious that he'd seen a lot in his lifetime. She wondered what his past was like.
He snapped his head up at her question. "Winchester," he answered quickly.
"So you said you were from Rhode Island?" He tried to deflect her questioning this was about her not him. He should have known she'd ask questions too. Of course she would she wasn't stupid.
Liz nodded to his question ignoring the small twist of guilt that she felt by lying to him. Damn it, she thought, you hardly know him.
He tried to loosen his posture slightly, to keep it as if he was casually asking.
Just a guy who had been out with a girl and now was trying to get to know her because he liked her a lot.
Dean wondered to himself if she was a regular girl who he had met. Would he still be trying to get to know her for her? He would, he realized, even if her name wasn't involved with their investigation he would like to know. Like a normal guy and girl. Asking questions about her favorite foods, music, movies, even simple things like color. But Dean wasn't a normal guy. He could never have a normal, steady girlfriend. He was a hunter.
"Oh yeah? Me and my brother went there once. It's a nice part of the country. Whereabouts?"
"Providence," she answered. Honestly no-one had asked her exactly where she was from. They always nodded when she said Rhode Island and left it at that.
"Oh really. What school did you go to?"
He saw her look slightly panicked for a second before carefully composing herself.
"Oh um West Providence High," Liz uttered quickly.
Why was he asking her these things?
Come on, Liz you're just being paranoid there's nothing unusual about asking those sort of questions. You've been hanging around with Michael Guerin for too long, she thought.
Dean stared at the pretty girl opposite him. For someone who lies about her past you'd think she'd be better at it, he thought
"Huh. So your friends Michael and Kyle how long have you known them?"
She smiled fondly. "A few years now."
"Are they from Rhode Island too?"
"Yeah, we kind of made a pact to come here together."
"Why?" Dean asked, he was intrigued. They stuck together. Why? Were Kyle and Michael like Liz?
"I don't know, it beats moving to a new place alone. Plus they're like brothers to me. They think I need protecting,” she said with a slight smile on her face, rolling her eyes.
"They'd do anything to keep you safe?" The cogs in Dean's head were turning full speed. Was it a coincidence that the latest dead guy was the same who attacked Liz? And if it wasn't could it be one of them. He'd seen first hand how protective Michael was of Liz.
Liz shrugged. "I guess."
He studied her. Either she was a fantastic liar one minute and a crummy one the next or she really didn't know anything about what happened. If someone had been interrogating him, he would be wary. Liz seemed to be more wary of where she really comes from than the questions of her friends protecting her.
"So," he said changing the subject. "What's good to eat in this joint?"
Liz melted. God he had a charming smile. "Anything," she whispered surprised at the flirtatious tone of her voice.
He smirked at her. "Well I don't think what I really want is on the menu," he replied in a husky voice.
She blushed slightly, licking her dry lips.
"Hey Liz," a voice next to the table interrupted her. She looked up at Adam, her blush darkening.
"Um yeah?"
Liz noted Adam's smirk and not so subtly scowled at him.
"We're gonna close. I'll clean up the kitchen you just need to sweep in here and we're done."
She looked over at another booth and noticed the drunken guy had left. It was just her, Dean and Adam.
"Oh ok." She was disappointed she was hoping to talk to Dean more.
"Coolio," Adam said and made his way back into the kitchen.
Liz was shocked when Dean volunteered to help her. She handed him a broom and watched as he bent over slightly. Her head filling itself with some very interesting scenarios.
Dean turned around and caught her staring. "See something you like?" He said cheekily.
"Maybe," she replied coyly.
"Well. I definitely see something that I like."
Before Liz knew what was happening he had put down his broom and was stalking over to her. She swallowed as he moved closer, her mouth suddenly very dry, and her heart beating rapidly.
He gently took the broom out of her own hand and placed it against a table.
He bent down and captured her lips with his own in a soft kiss. It was almost as if electricity shot through his body when she kissed him back, her hands moving to grab his jacket as their tongues clashed, their mouths opening a little more into each other.
Before Liz knew what was happening she was being pushed against the wall Dean's hips grinding into hers as he lifted her up slightly. They both forgot about everything around them, that Adam was just in the kitchen, that it was inappropriate or maybe they just didn't care.
Dean's head was spinning. Sure he'd made out with plenty of girls but right here, right now with Liz was the most amazing feeling ever.
He knew he still had unanswered questions about her, even though he was convinced that the girl who was wrapped up in his arms, playing havoc with his senses, caressing his tongue with hers obviously knew nothing about the murders she still may be involved. He shut himself off from those thoughts, right now nothing else mattered but her.
Their kisses started to get rougher. More urgent. His teeth nibbled on her lips, he ground into her again ecstatic when he heard a groan escape her.
He suddenly felt a pair of hands on the back of his jacket and was pulled back.
He was brought out of his sexual haze when his back hit the edge of a table and saw the angry glare of a very angry roommate.
*
Michael opened the back room door and saw Adam mopping the floor.
"Hey man," he greeted the younger guy.
"Hey," Adam replied.
"Need a hand?" Michael asked as he grabbed the other mop from the bucket and did the other half of the room. It was done in no time, after all it was a small kitchen about the size of the Crashdown's and he'd had plenty of practice.
"Why don't you head home? I'll help Liz clean up," he said. He really needed to talk to her and the longer he was around her and skirted around his apology the harder it would be. Not that he was sorry, not really. He was sorry about the way he'd handled it and that he upset her but he wasn't sorry about trying to protect her.
Adam nodded. Happy at the prospect of leaving 10 minutes early. He'd get longer playing on his X Box.
Michael's eyes widened as he walked in the cafe area and saw Liz getting hot and heavy with a guy who a second later figured to be Dean. Well if that was even his name. Before he knew what he was doing he dragged him away from her.
"What the fuck did I just say to you?" Michael roared at the man in front of him.
Liz was in shock, humiliated. First for losing control and just making out with Dean in the middle of a cafe when anyone could just walk in and second because of Michael's behavior.
"Well I believe we were just talking about me not caring what you say, cowboy,” Dean’s voice sounded almost menacing.
He was furious. He knew that maybe kissing Liz in the middle of where she works was a bad idea but he just couldn't help himself, want just filled his senses with want. Her boneheaded roommate may have been right in pulling them apart so that things didn't go further but he looked so pissed. What the fuck did it have to do with him anyway?
Liz watched as they both stood up straighter. Looking at each other.
"What the hell is your problem with me? Is it my stunning good looks?" Dean asked his voice strangely calm now.
Michael scoffed. His back was facing Liz so she couldn't see his face but she knew he was trying to calm himself down.
"I heard you and your brother talking saying that it wasn't safe to get involved with the work that you do. Didn't really sound like journalists to me. So I did some digging, found the motel you were staying in. Why would you call yourselves Roger Daltrey and Robert Plant? One is from The Who and the other Led Zeppelin."
Liz looked at Dean after Michael's statement. Why would they give fake names?
"Well," Dean said thinking on his feet.
Michael interrupted. "So why give bullshit stories and use aliases? You said your live dangerous lives. Are you with the FBI or something?" He tried to look tough but deep down Michael was terrified. What if they really were Federal Agents? He didn't really care about what they would do to him. It was Liz and Kyle he was worried about. It was his job to keep them safe. They were all he had.
Dean saw a flash of fear in the man who was trying to intimidate him. He was scared, he realized. He was just looking out for his own.
"Look," Dean said. Ok time to find out the truth. "I know what you are."
He watched as Michael and Liz visibly paled.
TBC.
Merry Christmas everybody!!
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Calm down dear, I'll spill the beans eventually, not soon though, I don't plan this ending anytime in the near future but I am hoping to post again weekly. Sorry no hints in this part but I hope you like it anyway. I don't mean to make you crazy chuck.
