Roswell Fanatics

Hi. I know it's been a while but what can I say RL is a pain sometimes, plus I’ve been watching my Supernatural DVD's (purely for research purposes I swear, nothing to do with my Jensen love).

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!! x

No, you aren’t hallucinating! I’m back with the next part. I’ve had MAJOR internet issues and well I’m internet-less at the moment. My laptop is still working so I’m still writing and I’m posting this at the library right now. I can still read and reply to Fanatics fics using my phone but obviously I can't post stories. I’m trying to not let it affect this but well sometimes things can’t be helped. I’m gonna get back on the web on my laptop as soon as I can but I got money issues right now (my job sucks and I’m also saving up to go on holiday on my time off in a few months).

Anyhoo enough about lil old me! I hope you all had a good Christmas and New Year!!

Thank you for all the FB and the congrats; it really gives me a kick up the ass to write! *mwah*

Chapter 12

"Look," Dean said. Ok time to find out the truth. "I know what you are."

He watched as Michael and Liz visibly paled.

Michael looked at Liz who was clutching onto a chair as if for support and raised his left hand to Dean.

"What do you know?" He asked his hand still ready to blast Dean if he made a wrong move.

Dean put his hands up in surrender.

"Whoa, whoa chill,” he said as he lowered his hands.

"I'm not a bad guy,” He may as well be honest with them even if it could kill him.

"Look I know that you're not from our fair, green earth."

He sat down and regarded the youngsters in front of him. A pang of guilt swept through him as he looked at Liz. She looked scared, nervous and what made Dean feel even worse, hurt.

"I don't know what the hell you’re talking about,” Michael said in a raised voice.

"Really?" Dean asked in a relaxed voice. "Do you always walk around with your arm raised in the air in a defensive manner? I mean what are you going to do bitch slap me?"

"I'd do a lot more than that,” Michael growled.

"Michael!" Liz shouted. She turned to Dean, her eyes a lot colder than he'd ever seen especially when she looked at him.

"Look, you said that you weren't a bad guy. Prove it, tell us who you are and what you want from us."

"Ok," he said. "But before I tell you about me, you are aliens right?"

He looked up at Liz and Michael who looked at each other for a second before he saw Liz give him a silent nod, barely even moving but Dean caught it all the same.

"Well sit down we may as well be comfy,” he said in a somewhat chipper way. If things were going to hit the fan they may as well talk properly.

Michael glared but sat opposite Dean with Liz sitting next to him. Jealousy swept Dean's entire body when he saw how close she sat to him.

"Ok. Me and my brother Sam aren't journalists. We hunt things. We're not FBI, hell it's not even a job. We don't get paid."

"What do you hunt?" Liz asked in a quiet voice. "Aliens?"

He gazed at the brunette who had over such a short time wormed her way into his heart. He couldn't quite read how she was taking the situation. What she was thinking? He'd never had much practice in being able to read women.

"No,” he answered. "Actually demons, spirits, creatures. We travel around the country helping people, killing or expelling the demons."

Silence hung in the air. Michael looked wary and disbelieving and Liz, well her expression remained stoic.

"So you're telling me your like Ghostbusters?" Michael snorted.

"Well,” Dean said, "Pretty much only with better hair, well actually mine is Sammy's hair is questionable sometimes."

"Why?" Liz asked as if not hearing the exchange around her, "Why do you do it?"

His expression turned deadly serious as he looked down at the table.

"Well I was 4," he started, his eyes not leaving the table, “My mom was killed by a demon. My dad managed to get me and Sam out. Ever since then we've been on the road searching for the demon, helping people on the way. Sam went to college and it was just me and dad until he went missing. I went to Stanford to get Sam and we've been looking for dad and the demon and helping people since then."

"Did you find him again?" Liz asked timidly. "Your dad?"

Dean gave her a small smile his heart swelling from her concern despite the fact that her potentially fatal secret had just been exposed.

"Yeah, a little while ago but we went our separate ways again."

She nodded. Liz didn't know why but she felt terrible that Dean had to go through that. She knew that it took a lot for him to tell them what he just had and that maybe it was the first time he'd let anyone so close.
She was still confused by the whole situation. On the one hand her heart felt for Dean and knew that he could never hurt her but her mind was asking questions.

Michael's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "So what does this have to do with us? How do you know about us?" For once when he was talking to Dean his tone was not threatening but inquisitive.

"Well we get our info from newspapers, internet any kind of mysterious happenings we check them out. Sam found a post on MySpace, which is a website apparently, from a guy in Boston-"

Dean paused as he took in their curious and confused expressions. He had a feeling he was going to drop a bomb on them his earlier thoughts of Michael knowing about what was going on straight of the window.

"He basically works in the morgue,” he continued. "He said that he discovered a body that apparently wasn't supposed to be there, wasn't registered. No-one else noticed because whoever put the body there took another away and replaced it. He noticed that one of the drawers stuck out slightly. He opened it and had a look and saw a silver hand print on his chest over his heart."

Michael and Liz looked at each other bewildered. What the hell? They both thought, unbeknownst to the other. Questions started flooding Michael's brain. The skins? The dupes? Another alien?

Dean gave them a second to let the information sink in.

"Sam did his homework, talked to an ex-FBI agent who told him about a guy called Max Evans and a girl called Elizabeth Parker in Roswell New Mexico,” he trailed off looking at Liz again whose expression had once again glazed over making it near impossible to gage what she was thinking.

"We found out about a shooting, Max running up to you, the bullet hole in the dress. We didn't piece together that you were her until we looked at West Roswell High's website and found your picture."

Liz looked up at him. "You think we had something to do with it?" She wasn't accusing him; hell if she was him she'd think the same too.

"Well at first we weren't sure what to think but then there was another body same silver handprint on his chest, only this time I recognized the body," he paused slightly, he wasn't doing it for dramatic affect, simply to figure out a way to say it. "It was the guy who attacked you that night at the bar."

Liz gasped. Hell she'd wished for the scum bag to get what he deserves but murder, well that was too much.

"But I realized that you guys didn't have anything to do with it. What I do think though is that there's a link to you guys. I mean there's gotta be."

Michael nodded.

A knocking interrupted their individual thoughts. "Yo homies!" Kyle hollered through the glass door.

He walked through the door and sat down next to Dean.

"So what're we talking about?"

*

After they had arrived back at their apartment Michael relayed the story to a dumb founded Kyle.

"Holy shit!" he uttered.

"Yeah, got that right," Dean said quietly.

As they were leaving the cafe Liz had invited him over so they could talk about everything and Dean had called Sam who quickly his way over.

"So,” Dean said sitting up straighter, "You know our life story. Spill."

Michael, Kyle and Liz exchanged looks, almost speaking silently until Michael spoke.

"I was in the 47 crash," he said then continuing quickly before Sam or Dean could argue that that was nearly 60 years ago, “I was incubated in this gross pod thing and hatched in 1992. I looked like a 6 year old. One day I met Isabel and Max Evans and we realized that we were the same. We had powers, could change the color of things, Max could heal, Isabel could walk into people's dreams and I could fire blasts."

Dean and Sam's faces were both a mixture of disbelief and fascination. "But what about Liz and Kyle?" Dean asked, "You guys said that you were aliens too?"

"We'll get there," Michael said impatiently, silently damning Dean for interrupting him. This wasn't something that he was used to sharing, he was on a roll.

"We kept ourselves to ourselves; well apart from Isabel who became little Miss Popular but we never let anybody in ever. That was until the shooting."

He looked at Liz and nodded. "I was working in my parent's restaurant, the Crashdown. It was just a regular day, talking to customers, showing them fake alien pictures, joking around with Maria. Then these two guy's stood up, I think they were arguing over money, and one of them pulled out a gun. Everyone else got down on the floor quickly but I felt paralyzed. Like I couldn't move. By the time my brain had registered that I should get down it was too late. The shot was fired and hit me in the stomach,” she said quietly, subconsciously placing her hand where the bullet had hit.

"All I can remember was Maria shouting my name and then Max hovering above me. He told me that too look at him but I felt so weak like I was slipping away or something. I managed to open my eyes slightly and then I felt him put his hand over the wounded. It stung for like a second but then it felt warm and tingly; I don't know how to describe it."

Without realizing or caring what he was doing Dean shifted into the empty seat next to her and rubbed her arm soothingly. Liz gave him a small smile and continued.

"I felt fine after a few seconds. The pain had totally disappeared. Max smashed a ketchup bottle and poured it onto my stomach, pleading with me to tell them that I fell and spilled ketchup over myself to disguise the blood and the fact that there was a bullet hole in my uniform. A few days later Max told me how he, his sister and his best friend were "not of this earth." I told Maria and a few months later my friend Alex."

She looked at Michael. "Michael and Isabel were pissed at Max, to put it lightly, but eventually things got better. For the next year Max and I danced around are feelings for each other, Michael maintaining that human's and alien's lives do not mix. He kind of mellowed when he and Maria got together though."

"A few weeks after Max and I got together, a new girl arrived in town. Her name was Tess and she had her mind set on one thing, Max. It turns out she was one of them."

Liz and Michael took turns as they went on to explain how Max had also healed Kyle, about Destiny, the royal four, the Skins, the Dupes, Alex's death, Tess's betrayal and Max's departure.

"Wow," Sam said sounding shocked, "but what about Kyle and Liz? Did Max healing you change you or something?"

Liz nodded. "Ava, Tess's dupe, said that I was different now. At the time I was shocked, I mean nothing had changed in me but then Isabel was able to help me project or whatever to Max in New York so I could warn him about what the dupes were planning. A few months after Max left I started to feel kinda weird, at first I thought it was the flu but then these weird electric currents started shooting down my arms. At that time Max had gone, Isabel was married and Maria had gone to New York. Kyle and Michael helped me practice and develop my new powers and just after we'd moved here Kyle started changing too. So there you go our life story."

Dean was dumbfounded; of all the things they could have told him he hadn't expected that. All he could think about was how Liz must have hurt after all the things that had happened. Dean swore to himself that if Max Evans were still on this planet, he wouldn't breathe another breath after what he did to Liz; he'd make sure of it.

"So what about these killings? You guys have no idea about who could be responsible?" Sam asked.

Michael shrugged. "Don't know. Could be the skins or one of the dupes or Cal Langley or another enemy we'd never even heard of. Ok here's what we do,” he said as he turned to Liz and Kyle. "We buck. Get out of town now."

Liz shook her head. "No, no. I don't want to runaway."

"We don't have another choice Liz!" he shouted as he stood up. "They could try and kill us or lead the FBI to us I mean Cagney and Lacey over there figured us out what's to stop any more people investigating?"

"Where would we go then, huh? I like my life here, Harvard, my new friends, my job," she choked back as sob, "I don't wanna leave."

Michael's expression softened as he said, "We don't have a choice Liz. Our lives are in danger."

"No." They heard Kyle's determined voice say from Michael's left.

"What?!" Michael demanded.

"No, I'm with Liz. I'm not leaving. We stay figure out what the hell is going on and we fight. Fight for our lives. If we run they'll probably follow."

Dean and Sam had watched the whole exchanged, Dean seriously having to restrain himself when Michael had raised his voice to Liz.

Michael looked at Kyle then back at Liz who looked at him with watery eyes. "Ok, we fight," Michael stated with determination.

"And we'll help," said Dean.

Liz smiled and nodded. "Well it's been a long night. I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight."

A male chorus of "goodnights," reached her ears as she walked to her bedroom.

After a second Dean stood up. "Do you think she's ok?" he asked Michael.

"No, but she will be."

Dean nodded. He didn't know what to do. Should he go and talk to her or leave her alone? Things had changed between them that much was clear. She probably thought that he was just using her, he didn't blame her, but he wanted her to know that she was more to him than a job. Maybe he should go and talk to-.

"Give her time,” he heard Kyle's voice register. "She won't want to talk right now."

He didn't even question how Kyle knew what he was going to do but knew he was right, Dean just wished he could make her feel better.

TBC

Ello, pumpkins! Thanks for all the feedback!!

lizandzackfan - Thanks. Yeah Dean could totally kick Max's ass.

forever dreamer - Hehe, thanks Rachael! 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.

KiaraAlexisKlay - Yes, it's me. Been somewhat elusive lately haven't I? I'll try to do better, promise. Yep Liz does have the boys wrapped around her pinky but I'm sure they love it really. Thanks!

Ellie - Thank you! Yeah a Michael blow-out could have happened but my Michael's more of a mellow fellow since he moved to Boston with Kyle and Liz.

aussietrueblue - Thanks, that part was hard to write because it was them revealing the truth to each other but I got there eventually! Dean and Liz do need to clear the air, maybe they will soon.......

orphyfets - Thanks, chick! Yep, the truth is out there......

Brook - Thank you!!

bluebear01 - Thank you! It will change things but not necessarily in a bad way.

Luna_Seer - Thanks. Our lil group are fighters, grr!

Liz2Infinity - Thank you. Yep, the truth will out eventually. Trying to stay tight lipped (for once in my life!)

jamy21 - You missed it?! Where ya been?!LOL. Thanks.

Jensen Lover 37 - Thanks! Don't you worry your pretty little head about Dean and Liz, I'm sure they'll talk soon......

alexceasar - Thanks. Yeah Dean is a sweetie isn't he? *sigh*

Dreamer <3 - Thank you!! Tut tut missy, you pay attention to your professor *tries to look stern*. Although as you read this I'll let you off the hook. I took a computer course at college last year and I swear getting addicted to playing Mahjong on the internet when I should have been working nearly made me fail, well that and me and some of the others going shopping instead of college probably didn't help either! Interesting theory you have there Jessika, interesting but I ain't saying nothin.

Alrighty, here's the next part. Feedback please! Thank you!!

Chapter 13

The first rays of the morning's sun slowly started to appear through the blinds of their motel room. Dean couldn't sleep, for the past 2 hours he'd just been staring at the yellow stained ceiling. He could hear Sam's snoring and in a strange way it reassured him, reassured him that he wasn't alone anymore. Not that he would ever call it out loud. Sure he had his father for those years that Sam went to college but it wasn't a constant, sometimes they were both in different states on a job but now Sammy was back again he felt like he had part of his family back, all they needed was their father.

Of course his family wasn’t the only thing that was occupying his mind. After last night's revelations he couldn't stop thinking about Liz, Kyle and Michael, well it was mostly Liz. What if whoever this killer was went after her next? He visibly shivered at the thought. He wouldn't anything happen to her.

"Cold?" Sam's groggy voice croaked startling Dean.

"Jeez Sam don't creep up on me like that!"

Sam frowned and looked round the room, "How was that creeping up on you?"

"Yeah, well you made me jump that's all."

"What time is it?" Sam asked rubbing his eyes.

Dean looked at his watch. "Just after 5.... Why you looking at me like that man?"

"You got ants in your pants or something? The only time you're ever willingly awake at this hour is if you've just got home."

"Couldn't sleep, ok."

"What happened to the Dean Winchester who once said that his lifestyle and work never keeps him awake at night?"

"This is different,” he answered simply as he reached for the remote and switching on an old episode of Scooby Doo, effectively putting an end to the conversation.

*

"Morning Lizzie,” Kyle said as he walked past placing a small kiss on the crown of her head before joining her on the couch a moment later with some cereal.

"Morning,” came her muffled reply as she huddled further into her duvet.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm just - I don't know. We don't know what's happening, why it's happening, who's doing this. I'm just scared I guess."

He nodded. He knew exactly what she meant.

"I know but we've got each other. We'll figure it out."

Liz gave him a small smile. No matter the situation Kyle always made her feel better.

"So," he said nudging her shoulder, "what about you and Dean?"

Liz sighed. "There is no me and Dean, whatever it was that we were starting was just a way for him to find out whether or not I was a murdering alien, end of story."

"Nuh uh, gal pal," he said with waving his arm from side to side and giving his fingers a click.

He mentally gave himself a pat on the back when she laughed.

"Look maybe your female powers of intuition are wearing off on me but the vibe I got from him was definitely hot."

Liz smirked and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Not hot for me, hot for you,” he said looking quite flustered.

Liz laughed again at his expression and marveled at the fact that only 10 minutes ago she didn't even feel like smiling.

After she'd finished laughing at his expense she thought about what he was saying. She looked down her hands prodding the corner of the duvet. "I don't think so Kyle." She shook her head and refused to meet his eyes.

"He's gonna help us, he said so himself," he said softly.

"That's what they do Kyle, they help people."

"We're meeting them at the diner at 1. What time are your classes today?"

"I've only got a meeting with my professor at 11. Why are we meeting them?" She was nervous seeing Dean again. Being used was bad enough but now she had to endure the humiliation of spending more time with them?

"Just so we can go over the things they have all ready found out and strategize. A very wise person once said, "You should always have a plan"."

He winked at her before standing up and walking back into his bedroom.

Liz knew he was right. She couldn't let her feelings for Dean interfere if they were trying to find out the truth.

*

They sat in awkward silence as they waited for Liz to arrive.

Michael turned to Kyle, "Where is she?"

"I don't know, I thought she'd be here by now."

Silence.

"So,” Sam said clearing his throat, "You're a mechanic Kyle?"

"Yeah, only part time. I work at the bar at night."

Sam nodded seemingly unsure of what to say next.

"Sorry I'm late guys," they heard out of breath voice say from the end of the table.

Dean immediately stood up and offered her his seat in the booth while he got a chair for himself to sit at the edge.

"Thanks," she whispered with a small nod.

Sam stifled his smile. Since when does his brother have manners?

"Ok, let's get this over with. What have you got?" Michael said as he looked at Sam who was sat opposite him next to Liz.

Over the next hour or so Sam filled the others in on their trip to the morgue, how they found out about them and what they should do next.

"So I'll look into the identity of the first victim, maybe you guys know him," Sam said as he put the stuff back into his backpack.

"I'll come too,” Michael said. He spoke again before Sam could object. "In case anything happens. This is our investigation too now."

Sam nodded and agreed.

"So anyway. You guys like sport?" Kyle asked.

Over the next hour Liz sat back and watched as the guys around her relaxed and for once since they'd all met their was no tension between Michael and Dean, sure they were arguing over what was better to watch, hockey or football, but it wasn't aggressive it was just typical macho, testosterone fuelled but light hearted rivalry. Sam and Kyle stayed neutral but she noticed that Sam swayed in hockey's favor although she was sure that it was just to piss off Dean.

"Oh crap!" Kyle exclaimed looking at his watch. "Work!" With that he ran out of the cafe. The others exchanged a look before laughing.

"Yeah, I better go too,” Michael said, "Catch some sleep before we go to the morgue. I got work after. Later."

Dean moved into the bench opposite Liz and Sam. Liz looked up and found herself drawn into his intense green eyes. Sam looked between the two of them. Hmm, awkward, he thought to himself.

"I'm gonna get going too. Got to uh do....laundry! I should do that!"

Liz stood so he could get out and smiled at him.

Dean looked at Sam. "You should stay Dean, I’ll see you later." He nodded, grateful at having the chance to talk to Liz alone.

As Sam started towards the door, he heard Dean holler, "Just keep your hands off my undies!"

Sam flushed as the patrons of the cafe turned around to look. He scowled before stomping out the door.

"You're terrible!" Liz laughed.

Dean smiled and shrugged.

"So."

"So,” she replied trying desperately not to show what was racing through her mind.

"Look, I hate beating around the bush. I'm sorry."

"For what?" She asked. Liz knew exactly what he was talking about but for some reason she wanted to know which part he was apologizing for. Was it for leading her on? For pretending to like her? Or just the way that the truth came out?

Dean shifted uncomfortably. Situations like this were not something he'd grown up with.

"I'm sorry that I didn't come straight out and ask you about being a Czechoslovakian,” he said using the code word they'd learnt when trying to be discreet.

"What you mean pretending to like me just so you could get information?" She asked somewhat bitterly. She didn't mean to be but now talking to him about it, she couldn't help it. It hurt.

"No,” he said softly, he continued on quickly when he saw the hurt in her eyes intensify. "I never pretended. Jeez Liz, I don't know what the hell is happening but the way I feel about you it -. I like you. The way I was when I was with you that was all real."

Tears shot into her eyes before she could blink them away.

"What about the whole "tell me everything about Liz Parker" thing? Are you telling me that you were genuinely asked those questions and it had nothing to do with trying to find out about me?"

Dean looked down at the table before looking at her again. He wanted to take away the anguish clearly etched on her beautiful face.

"I admit that I was trying to find out the truth that time. I didn't find out about you until after we went out to the movies though. I swear."

Liz studied him. He seemed sincere, his eyes somehow displaying the truth of his words.

"C'mon Liz, you're killing me here! You gonna forgive me or what?" Dean asked light heartedly.

She smiled at him before rolling her eyes.

"You Dean Winchester are too charming for your own good."

He smiled brightly at her before moving to sit next to her looping his arm around her shoulders, happy when she didn't move away.

"Well who could resist this face?" He said pouting.

Liz rolled her eyes and smiled. Dean moved his face closer to hers. Before his lips could touch hers she placed her finger on his mouth.

"Now, now Dean. I'm not that type of girl."

"Oh c'mon!" He exclaimed before he leaned in and whispered, "I don't seem to recall your objection when you were pinned against that wall."

He kissed her ear gently before raising his head to look at her pinkened face. He couldn't believe how comfortable he felt with her, it seemed almost impossible when he thought about how long he'd known her.

"How about you come to mine tomorrow night? I'll cook," she said trying not to think about how much she wanted to continue where they'd left off the night before right then and there.

"Hey, you promise food, I'm there!"

They spent the rest of the afternoon just talking, laughing and joking, forgetting about the investigation, about everything. Anyone walking by would just see two people enjoying each others company, without a care in the world.

TBC

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Chapter 14

“Would you be quiet?” Sam hissed into the darkness behind him, apparently Michael Guerin had all the subtlety of a drunken elephant.

Michael rolled his eyes as he watched his companion take out a blade from his pocket and started to pick the lock.

“Just move out of the way,” he said as he shoved Sam out of the way.

Sam watched awestruck as Michael placed his hand over the lock, after a couple of seconds and a bright glow radiating from Michael’s hand, the door was open.

“Now that’s how it’s done,” he boasted.

“Whatever, come on,” Sam replied once again walking ahead.


“Good morning!” Liz beamed the next day as Kyle entered the kitchen wearing a t-shirt and his boxers.

“Mmm, morning,” he replied sitting down next to her and poured himself some coffee, he’d hardly slept. Michael had come home after work at the morgue to report that the body wasn’t of somebody they knew, which was a pain in the ass and didn’t lead them any closer to the truth.

“You’re in an awfully good mood, Parker.”

“And why shouldn’t I be?” she asked brightly.

Kyle scratched his chin as if pondering, “Well, I don’t know, maybe the fact that there’s an alien murderer in a city we happen to live in, we have no idea who they are and we have two new members of the “I Know An Alien Club” who just happen to be professional ghost busters.” He paused and then continued after drinking some of his coffee, “Or maybe I’m just overreacting,” he said with a shrug or his shoulders and a smirk.

Liz sighed. “I know all that Kyle, believe me, but we don’t know what’s going to happen and I’m sick of angsting and obsessing over the alien abyss, God knows I’ve done enough of that to last me a lifetime. So for now I’m not letting it get to me, right now I just want to enjoy my life and worry about all this alien shit when it happens.”

He looked at her with a frown for a second. She was his best gal pal; he could sense she was hiding something but what? He shook his head. Geez, paranoid much, Valenti? Even if Liz wasn’t telling him something, she would eventually, he knew it.

He turned his attention back to Liz.

“This positive, sunny persona of yours wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain demon hunter would it?” Kyle asked with a sparkle in his eye.

“Maybe,” she smiled coyly.

He smiled at her, after all she’d been through it made Kyle all the more happy seeing her smile.

“Tonight’s date night, huh?” he asked nudging her shoulder playfully.

“Yep, cooking him dinner, I’m thinking maybe steak or something I think he’d like that……why are you looking at me like that?” she asked when she looked at him.

He widened his eyes more and stuck his bottom lip out slightly.

“Oh no Kyle, you are not staying for dinner,” Liz said firmly.

“Oh come on Lizzie, you know steak is my favourite. You won’t even know I’m here.”

“Yes I will, so the answer is no. Look I’ll save you some ok?”

“Fine, promise?”

“Promise.”

“Mmmkay well I better go get dressed,” he said standing up. He placed a kiss on the crown of her head before walking out of the room.


Sam smirked as Dean glanced at his watch for what had to be the 100th time in the last 15 minutes.

“Dude, calm down. Are you nervous?”

“Tsshhh, nervous? I don’t get nervous Sammy,” he answered resisting the temptation to look at his watch again. He was supposed to be at Liz’s at 7:30 which means he’s leave at about 7:10; it was now 6:45.

“Whatever you say,” Sam said with a chuckle.

“So last night was a bust, huh?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” Sam sighed, “Michael didn’t seem to recognise the guy so we’re back to square one. I don’t know what else we can do Dean. I mean we can’t wait until somebody else gets killed just so we can get more clues.”

He rubbed his temples in frustration. Other creatures, spirits or demons had rules, patterns, trails and scents. This was new territory. And he had nothing.

Dean looked at his watch again before regarding his brother.

“I know but we’ll just have to sit it out,” he replied, thinking of Liz. He wanted to stick around as long as possible.

“I’m gonna go,” he said standing up and heading for the door, “Don’t wait up grandma.”


Liz opened the door with a bright smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Dean answered before lowering his head to give her a kiss on the lips.

After a few seconds she pulled back, she laughed as she noticed the pink lip gloss now smeared around Dean’s mouth. She reached up and wiped it away with her hand.

“Fusia isn’t your colour,” she whispered as she walked into the kitchen.

He watched as she sashayed away from him, his eyes lingered on her ass and swaying hips before he followed her.

“Alright, what are having?” he asked when he entered the room.

“Steak, mashed potatoes and just some vegetables.”

“Go, sit. It’ll be ready soon. Shoo shoo!”

“I like bossy women,” he smirked as he left the room.

Liz couldn’t help the smile that broke across her face as she took out the steak. Dean wasn’t like any other guy. If Max was here, he’d insist on helping as if she couldn’t cook a simple meal without needing to be rescued. Dean treated her with respect, not looking at her as if she would break at any moment.

Liz placed his plate in front of him before walking round to her chair and sitting down.

“Dig in,” she said.

Dean didn’t have to be told twice. He picked up his knife and fork and started to eat.

“Oh, Liz. This is great,” Dean said as he swallowed his first bite. Normally he wouldn’t wait until he had swallowed to start speaking with Sam but he figured he should try and show some manners with Liz.

“Thanks,” she answered, as a slight blush crept onto her cheeks.

“No seriously. Most of my meals are from a gas station or vending machine.”

Liz frowned slightly. “It must be tough, you know never settling down, moving from place to place.”

She hesitated slightly. Maybe he didn’t want to talk about it.

Dean shrugged. “I don’t really miss what I’ve never really had.”

“Don’t you ever wish that things could be different?”

“Sometimes. You know, I see people hanging out with their friends, doing their boring jobs and I wonder what it would be like for me but I’m saving people lives from things that majority of people can’t even imagine.”

Liz nodded thoughtfully.

“I’m turning into Sam with all this “sharing” stuff. Next I’ll be having facial and developing
breasts.”

Liz giggled. They spent the rest of the meal talking about Liz’s studies and trivial things like cartoons and movies.


Dean sighed in contentment as Liz rested her head on his shoulder. They were currently sat on the couch watching a movie.

He watched in fascination as every so often the corners of Liz’s lips would curl up slightly when she watched Ben Stiller doing something embarrassing. She was beautiful. He reached his arm up and put it around her shoulders, without taking her eyes off the TV she snuggled into his embrace.

He looked down at her as she buried her head further into his chest. Dean kissed the crown of her head gently. Liz looked up at him after the gesture and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. When she pulled away, they looked into each others eyes before their heads drifted back together and they kissed again, this time passionately. His hands roamed her back as his tongue duelled with hers.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as her chest rubbed against his. Liz pulled back, he looked at her breathlessly. She reached for the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

Liz couldn’t tear her eyes away from his gorgeous, tanned chest. She reached out her hand slowly and traced her fingers down the middle of his torso, she trailed her way back up before gently tracing his left nipple.

Dean groaned. She was killing him. Something so simple had never turned him on so much before. He gently grabbed her wrist before kissing her again. He took the bottom of her red tank top and pulled the garment over her head, breaking away from her lips when it reached her head. He looked into her eyes intensely as he threw it over his shoulder.

Dean slowly kissed her neck, sucking and licking his way up to her ear.

“My turn,” he whispered softly.

He moved his head back and looked down at her bra covered breasts. He felt himself harden even more. She was perfect. His hands slowly reached out and touched her, massaging her through the fabric, he felt her nipples harden.

Dean reached round and undid the clasp of her black bra. He rested his hands on her shoulders; he grazed his hands softly down her arms bringing the straps of her bra with him. As it fell from her, Dean again threw it over his shoulder.

Liz felt like she was burning up, Dean’s hot gaze made her shiver and heat up at the same time.

She kissed him again hungrily, her chest rubbing against his caused them both to moan.

“Not here,” she breathed, her mouth still touching Dean’s lips gently as she spoke. “Bedroom.”

He took her into his arms as he stood, her legs automatically wrapping themselves around his sender hips.

He fumbled with the doorknob at her bedroom door, her mouth attached to his neck, sucking and nibbling making him dizzy.

When the finally reached her bed, he lowered her down before following her. Liz loved the weight of him on top of her pushing her further into the mattress. Her hands stroked his back as he licked a trail down her neck, reaching the valley between her breasts before taking a rosy nipple into his mouth. Liz arched her back encouraging him.

His hand massaged her other breast before he swapped giving the other breast the same amount of attention. He looked up at her face, watching as she closed her eyes in pleasure. He could do this forever.

He kissed his way down to her stomach, stopping when he reached her pants. Looking back up at her, she nodded slightly giving him permission.

Dean undid her jeans, pulling them down her long, tanned legs. His hands glided back up her legs, when he reached the top if her thighs, he kissed her stomach gently. His fingers hooked around her panties and he slowly pushed them down.

He stared in awe at the sight of her naked. He felt like he could cum right then and there.

Liz began to panic as he moved back from her and stood at the end of her bed. He didn’t like what he saw, she was about to cover herself up when he spoke.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he told her solemnly before he undid his faded jeans, kicking them away when the dropped at his feet.

He looked at her again as he pulled down his black boxers, his erection springing out.

Liz felt her mouth go dry at the sight of him in all his glory, he was magnificent.

He knelt down on the bed again between her legs before lowering himself down to rest on top of her, feeling her skin underneath his made him feel like he was a virgin again. She brought out feelings within him that he had never encountered before and it scared the hell out of him.

They kissed again, this time more loving, gentle. It didn’t last for long though. His tongues slipped into her mouth, causing her to grind into him.

Dean moaned as cock brushed against her, he could already feel how wet she was.

Liz’s hands tangled in his short hair. She trailed her hands down his back before slowly reaching round and grabbing him.

Dean growled as her small hand started moving up and down his hard length.

“God, Liz!”

She reached over to her night stand and retrieved a condom. She opened the package shakily.

Dean watched with hooded eyes as she rolled it onto him. He’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Liz right now.

He pulled her hands away and placed them at her sides as he kissed her again. Her arms wrapped around him as he started to enter her agonizingly slowly. She could feel every inch of him sliding into her. She closed her eyes in bliss and he settled for a moment savouring the feel of her tight, wet walls enveloped around him. He pulled out before thrusting back in slowly again and again his rhythm getting faster with each thrust.

“Ahh, Dean,” Liz moaned as he filled her up again and again.

“Faster,” she breathed out.

He started thrusting into her harder and faster, making her moan with every thrust.

Soon he was pounding into her frantically as their sweat slicked bodies rubbed against each other.

He felt her thighs that were currently wrapped around his hips start to tremble. Her walls began to tighten around him. He drove into her faster feeling his own climax rapidly approach.

“OH yes!!” she screamed as she clench around him almost violently, her orgasm washed over her and sent him over the edge too.

“Liz! Fuck!” He groaned as he came, his hot seed shooting into the condom.

Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her holding on to her tight. Liz held on to him just as tight as she tried to form a coherent sentence.

“That was….wow,” she muttered, still trying to catch her breath.

“You’re telling me,” Dean replied also breathing heavily.

He pulled himself out her slowly before removing the condom from his now soft member and throwing it into the small purple trash can by Liz’s bed.

He lay beside her pulling her into his arms, her head resting on his sweaty chest and she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Dean watched her drift off with a small smile before falling asleep himself.

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Chapter 15

Wake me up before you go-go
Don’t leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me u-

Liz’s hand snaked out from under the sheets, turning off the sound that had woken her from her peaceful slumber. Peaceful was definitely the right word, she hadn’t felt so rested in a long time.

She stroked Dean’s arm which was currently resting on her abdomen. Her green eyed hero. Liz smiled at the thought.

“How can you be so chirpy after being woken up by that garbage?” A croaky voice whispered into her neck before kissing the area tenderly.

“Morning, Prince Charming,” she said meeting his half closed eyes. “And for your information, Wham are not garbage, there is nothing wrong with music that makes you feel happy. It wakes me up in the mornings.”

Dean smiled at her lazily. Liz was unlike anybody he had ever met, intelligent, beautiful, level-headed, yet she didn’t take herself too seriously.

Liz giggled softly as he nibbled on her neck lightly before rolling on top of her, being careful not to crush her under his weight. He took her mouth in a sweet kiss before whispering in her ear “I know a better way to wake you up before you go go.”

She laughed again but it quickly turned into a moan as Dean’s head suddenly appeared down on her chest, taking a hardening nipple into his mouth. Dang, he was skilled.

*

Michael slumped down in front of the TV, oh, great a Friends re-run, he thought sarcastically. He promptly picked up the remote and changed channels.

“Morning, my green friend,” Kyle said as he walked into the room.

Michael grunted in response.

Kyle shook his head as he walked to the kitchen.

About a minute later he sat next to Michael on the couch with a crestfallen expression on his face.

“What’s the matter with you?” Michael asked looking sideways at him.

“She didn’t leave me any food man. She promised.”

“Ah, get over it,” Michael replied with a shrug.

Kyle sighed. There goes his idea of a steak breakfast.

“Morning,” Liz muttered walking into the room in a robe.

“Morning,” Michael replied again not bothering to look in the general direction of who had spoke to him.

“Elizabeth,” Kyle said stoically.

Liz stopped halfway across the room. “What’s the matter with you? Why are you full naming me?”

He followed her as she picked up her mail and walked back into the room.

“You ate all the food Liz,” he whined. He wasn’t mad, just a little put out.

“Oh, I’m sorry Kyle,” she replied wrapping her arm around him. “I guess we were a little hungrier than I thought. Forgive me?”

Damn, those cute, puppy dog eyes, he thought to himself and nodded.

“Morning,” a male voice rumbled from the side of the room.

Michael and Kyle’s head simultaneously snapped into the direction of Dean, clad in only his boxer shorts, t-shirt and that sexy necklace he always wears. Liz licked her lips at the sight.

She broke away from Kyle and walked over to Dean kissing him on the lips soundly. “Breakfast?” she asked suddenly oblivious to anybody else in the room but the man in front of her.

“I thought I already had breakfast in there,” he whispered with a smirk on his face, his head pointing in the direction of her room.

Liz blushed and pushed him slightly making him smile even more.

She turned to Michael and Kyle who were both situated on the couch. Kyle with a smirk on his face and Michael well Liz figured he was torn between smiling and wanting to rip Dean’s head off. Liz knew that would probably be the best reaction she would get out of him, she could live with that.

Dean wrapped his arm around Liz’s stomach as she turned to look at her friends, kissing her delicately on her temple.

“How about I make you guys some breakfast,” she asked with a smile.

That broke the tension instantly.

“Can I have plenty of bacon with it Liz?” Michael asked.

“I think I should get generous portions after being so poorly neglected,” Kyle stated somewhat dramatically.

Liz rolled her eyes good naturedly. She turned to Dean.

“Sounds good,” he said. “I’ll help you.”

He followed her into the kitchen.

“You guys better not be making out near my food!” Kyle shouted after them.

“Dude, you keep talking like that I won’t be able to keep my food down,” Michael replied loudly.

Dean kissed Liz passionately just as they walked into the kitchen. His tongue wasted no time in invading her eager mouth.

She groaned as he pushed her back against the fridge. It took all the willpower she could gather to break away from his supple lips.

“Dean,” she panted. “We only did it not 5 minutes ago.” His hands rested on her waist as she wrapped her own around his shoulders.

“I’m a Winchester, we can go for hours baby,” he replied with a wink.

Liz laughed quietly. They stood there for another couple of minutes, arms wrapped around each other, just savouring the moment.

“How about I make breakfast while you guys watch TV?” she asked, reluctantly breaking away from him and walking to the fridge.

“I can help,” he offered, enjoying the view as Liz bent down to retrieve something.

She turned around with a smile. “Dean, you and I both know that you would rather watch cartoons than help with cooking.”

He ducked his head slightly. “Go on,” she nudged playfully.

“You’re awesome Liz,” he smiled.

Dean kissed her cheek lightly before making his exit.

She started cooking all the ingredients and sat down at the table waiting. She reflected on last night. It still felt like a dream. Being with Dean, somebody who accepted her, who didn’t want to change her. It was everything she wanted. Liz smiled at the thought of last night. The morning too.

Her smile turned into a slight frown however when she remembered the mail in her hand. One letter was from her parents, she was sure of it, the other? Well Liz was also pretty sure who the other one was from as well.

Deciding to leave her parent’s letter for later, Liz opened the second envelope. As she read her suspicions were confirmed. The note was only short with a phone number attached to the bottom.

Ten minutes later Liz saw that her boys seemed to be getting along fine, great in fact.

“Don’t you think you guys are a little old for Thundercats?” she asked handed them each their breakfasts.

“It’s a classic,” Michael and Dean said simultaneously, both with their mouths full of food.

She smiled, shaking her head slightly at the same time.
Liz sat next to Dean resting her head on his shoulder.

The note felt like it was burning a whole in her robe pocket. She laid her toast to the side before standing up, reaching for the cordless phone and making her way to the bathroom to call the number given to her.

“Uh Liz,” she heard Dean’s voice say as she walked to the bathroom door.

“Where are you going?”

“The bathroom,” she answered.

“And you always take the phone with you?” he asked sounding amused.

“Oh,” Liz blushed slightly. “I’m just going to call my mom. I don’t want her to hear Michael’s belching and farting.”

Dean turned to look at Michael who surprisingly didn’t seem fazed by her insult.

She blew Dean a kiss and smiled as she walked through the door.


Liz sat at the edge of the bathtub and dialled the phone number. After two rings she heard someone answer. However, it seemed that they were waiting for her to speak first.

“Hey, it’s Liz. Yeah I’m alone. It’s good to hear from you too.”

Liz listened as the voice over the other end gave her directions to meet up.

“Ok sure. I’ll meet you there.”

Liz paused. “Despite the circumstances, it’s nice to talk to you again.”

She smiled, already knowing the response to her comment.

“You’re such a cornball, Lizzie. See you soon,” the voice answered before she hung up the phone.

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Chapter 16

A week later

Liz walked down the side-walk deep in thought, she was meeting up with Ava tonight. She had made her promise not to tell Kyle and Michael about her being in Boston, obviously paranoia about Rath and Lonnie catching up with her were still prominant in her mind. Not that Liz blamed her for wanting to protect herself, but she wasn't sure how long she could keep lying to them.

Then there was Sam and Dean, should Liz mention them to Ava? It didn't have to be brought up but they were the ones who had brought their attention to what was going on, leading up to her contacting Ava properly, rather than a few text messages a couple of times a month.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing, walking down here all by yourself?" A southern accent drawled in her ear, startling her.

She turned sharply, only to be faced with the green, twinkling eyes of the ever handsome Dean Winchester.

"Jackass! I thought you were some weirdo!"

Dean chuckled and looped his arm around her shoulders. She instinctively leaned into his warm embrace.

"What are you up to today, Lizzie?" he asked as they continued walking down the street.

"I have work," Liz sighed.

He stopped suddenly causing her to come to a quick halt.

"What?"

"Are you wearing your sexy little uniform?" he whispered into her ear as he opened her long black jacket slightly and groaned when he realized she was, damn he loved that little dress.

Liz smirked and faced him. "Mmmhmm."

"Damn. Maybe you should ditch work and come back to the motel room with me," he replied suggestively.

"Tempting as that is....... I can't."

"Oh, come on Liz, don't be so goody goody, call in sick. I'll play Dr Dean," he continued with a wink.

"I just can't, ok?" Liz snapped.

Dean looked at her for a second, before backing away. "Whatever."

"Dean...."

"No, I'll call you later," he stated cooly, before walking in the opposite direction.

Liz sighed as she turned to walk to work, she hadn't meant to be so abrupt, heck she'd love to skip work and let Dean ravish her but she couldn't. She was meeting Ava there after her shift.

*

"Kyle!"

"Yeah," he replied sliding out from underneath a car.

"This thing needs fixin by 4," his boss Rodney yelled before walking back into his office.

"Sir, yes sir," Kyle muttered to himself before continuing his work.

"Yo, Kyle!"

Again Kyle slid out from under the car, slightly more agigated. "What?!"

"Hey man," Dean said casually before sitting on the hood of the car.

"Oh, hey Dean."

Kyle stood up fully wiping his hands on the oilly cloth lying on the floor.

"What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you had any spare time to check over the Impala," Dean replied.

"Sure, I'll have a look at her tomorrow."

"Thanks."

"So where's Liz today?" Kyle asked, sitting on the stool a few feet away.

"Working," Dean muttered, looking down at his shoes.

"Hmm, do I sense somebody sulking," Kyle asked as if talking to a child.

"No," Dean replied, sounding a lot like a child.

"Whattup?" Kyle asked. "You want a cookie?"

Before Dean could retort to his teasing, Kyle pulled out a packet of cookies from a near by drawer.

"Sure, make it two," he answered as he took them and started eating them.

"Seriously dude. What's eating you?" Kyle asked.

Dean shifted uncomfortably, he was certainly not one for spilling his guts but Kyle was one of Liz's best friends and he was a good guy.

"Liz and I kind of had our first awkward moment."

"What?!" Kyle asked, confusion clouding his features.

Dean ran his hand over his hair before relaying his conversation with Liz to Kyle.

"Thats it?! Thats what has wound you up? Liz said no to a little jiggy jiggy?"

"It's not that! It's just the way she said it.......... aw man! Did you hear what I said? Only chicks say things like that."

Kyle smirked at Dean's predicament. "Dean, Buddha teaches us-"

"No, no, it's ok. You can save your Buddha speech Kyle."

Kyle pursed his lips together. "Look, man. I know you care about her, I can even hear it sometimes late at night but I'm cleansing my mind from the experience so let's not talk about it anymore," Kyle shuddered.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Do you have a point?"

"My point is you were a jackass to ask her to skip work to go back to the motel and she shouldn't have been so snappy. My point? Get over it."

"Hey Valenti, back to work. I don't pay you to sit on your ass!" Rodney shouted from his office.

"Go, young grasshopper," he said to Dean.

"I'm older than you Kyle."

Kyle nodded, "In spirit that is incorrect, Dean. Incorrect."

*

Liz sat in the corner booth, tapping her fingers impatiently. Ava was 20 minutes late.

"Do you want a coffee Liz?" Adam asked her, noticing that she was still here half an hour after her shift had ended.

"No thanks," Liz replied looking at her watch again.

He nodded before turning away.

A few minutes later Liz heard the door open. Her head swivelled round.

"Ava."

"Sorry, I'm late Liz, some crackwhore had to be thrown off the bus," Ava said as she sat down across from Liz.

Liz took that moment to observe Ava. The girl with Tess's face, Tess's eyes, but for some reason hatred didn't well up in Liz like she had expected. Ava was different from Tess. The same but different.

Ava's hair was still had pink streaks as well as dark reds, purples and blues. And it suited her perfectly.

"It's ok," Liz answered still observing the girl opposite her. "Thanks for coming."

"I'm glad you called. This is gonna sound so lame but.... if it was anybody else I'd probably just tell them to take a hike."

Liz smiled. "So what's goin down?" Ava asked settling back into the seat.

Liz's smile faded a little. She started to explain the situation to Ava leaving out Dean and Sam.

"Wait a minute. How'd you guys find out about this?" Ava asked at the end of Liz's recap.

"Um, through a friend," Liz answered as nonchalontly as possible.

"A friend? A friend of yours approached you and said, "hey two guys have been murdered with alien handprints on their chests, just thought I'd tell you." Come on."

"Ava, all they said was that there was something weird regarding these two bodies, a silver handprint. We acted like we didn't believe them and thats it."

Ava looked at Liz skeptically. She was hiding something.

"Ok," she conceded, letting it drop for now. "I'll call one of my contacts tomorrow. See if I can come up with anything."

Liz looked at the alien quizzically.

"Before Cal left earth, he had a few guy's helping him. He paid them to do some research for him and help him."

"So how come they didn't expose him after he left earth with Max, surely there would be no need for them to keep quiet anymore."

"A few have kept their word, some still doing what was asked of them when he was here, some have gone to the National Enquirer "Hollywood producer is from Mars" but nobody actually believes it. The word on the street about Cal is that he's now a recluse. Living in a hut somewhere in East Texas."

"Huh," Liz responded.

"So anyway, enough of the alien shit for now. What's happenin wid you?"

*

Outside the cafe the shadowy figure moved away from the glass, hearing what he needed to hear before disappearing back into the darkness.

"Soon," he whispered quiety, "soon."

*
*

Dean knocked before opening the door to Liz's apartment.

"Michael," he nodded to the figure stood in the middle of the room who was currently buttoning up his shirt.

"Dean," Michael nodded in return.

"Is Liz home?" he asked walking further into the room.

"No man, she's still at work."

Dean looked at the clock and frowned. "Wasn't she supposed to finish like 2 hours ago."

"Yeah, she sent me a text message saying she'd be working late," he said with a shrug.

"Oh, right. I'll wait."

"Ok. I'm going to work," he told Dean, who had already flopped himself down on the coach.


When Liz arrived home an hour later she found Dean fast asleep on the sofa, a lone beer bottle by his feet.

She smiled slightly as she walked over to him. "Dean," she whispered as she ran her hand through his hair. Dean sighed in contentment but remained in slumber.

Liz stood up as quietly as possible and walked into the kitchen. It was the quietest she have ever witnessed Dean Winchester. Whenever they shared a bed it seemed like he would wake first and go to sleep after her, his features looked so calm and peaceful to her, like he didn't have a care in the world.

She was interupted in her thoughts by a voice behind her.

"Hey," Dean said in almost a whisper. He had woken up as soon as Liz had entered the apartment. Had felt her stroking his hair, caressing his cheek lightly.

"Hey," she whispered back.

"So...I'm a dick for being moody about you not skipping work."

"And I'm a cow for snapping at you."

They smiled as they gravitated closer to each other. "Your forgiven," they said simultaneously.

They looked at each other for a moment and laughed.

Dean wound his arms around her waist as Liz placed her small hands on his chest.

"It's just I don't know how....I've never been in a -"

"It's ok," Liz interupted. "Things between you and me are happening so fast but I think it's worth it. Don't you?"

Dean bent down and brushed her lips with his. "Definitely worth it."

He kissed her cheek before moving to her ear. He licked the bottom of her ear gently before whispering seductively, "Can we have make up sex now?"

TBC....