Moon's Slaves - Chapter 13
Sorry, guys, I know it has been a long time, but since it was my birthday and all, I though to give you a little gift and post a new part. I should be able to finish posting the story pretty soon, since it's all now written and proof read. :)
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Title: Moon's slaves
Author:
pempees
Beta: ImNaturallySuper
Characters: Dean Winchester, Liz Parker, Sam Winchester and other Roswell characters
Category: Supernatural/Roswell XO
Rating: From PG-13 to NC-17, in some point.
Warnings: Pairing is Dean/Liz, at least kind of. No spoilers. Set to season 3 on Supernatural. Mostly Dean POV.
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.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Sam walked back from the store. He had filled his pockets with matches and lighters: better beprepared so nothing could go wrong with their plan. Sam assumed that Dean had already got the gas, or at least he should have, since it had taken forever to buy a few matches. The queue had been unbelievably long.
When Sam reached the impala, he saw no one. The tanks were still lying empty on the ground, same place they had been when Sam had left. The impala was also empty: there was no trace of Dean anywhere. Sam looked around him and then quickly started to run around the yard.
“Dean! Dean, where are you!?” he yelled, but the only response he received was odd looks from strangers. Despite the looks, Sam kept calling his name and continued to walk around trying to find him. Finally he had to return to the car. One thing he knew for sure, Dean would never bail on him and the hunt. Maybe he went to see Liz? Maybe it was because of their talk earlier.
Quickly, Sam took his phone from his jeans' pocket. All three - Sam, Dean and Liz - had exchanged their phone numbers before they had split up in the motel, just in case something went wrong. Sam chose Liz's number from the list on his screen and pressed the phone against his ear.
“What?” Liz's voice was strict.
“Sorry for interrupting your stake out, but Dean is missing,” Sam said quickly before Liz could start scolding him about the interruption.
“What?” her voice turned worried in less than a second.
“I just thought that he might have come to you.”
“Why would he have come to me in the middle of the hunt? Oh, never mind. Meet me back in the motel in ten,” and then she was no longer on the other end. So Dean really was missing. Someone had gotten him.
Liz sounded worried, so Sam didn't waste any time. Quickly he filled up the tanks with gas, threw them into the trunk and drove back to the motel.
***
Dean slowly came back to consciousness. He started to open his eyes carefully, because he knew already that the light was going to hurt his eyes. He had been in this situation too many times before. Though there was one big difference this time though, he had no idea how he had ended up to where-ever-he-now-was. Also he hadn't seen the attacker. He hadn't even felt the attacker.
Also, he wasn't sore at all. Usually his head hurt quite a lot when he was hit hard enough to knock him out. His wrists hurt a little, and that was because someone had pulled the ropes around him too tight. Once his eyes were completely open, he faced a big surprise. He was at his own motel room. Everything was precisely like in his and Sammy's room. Expect... This one was clean and not at all messy.
That meant that who ever had caught him, took him back to the same motel he currently lived in. But he was in the room alone at the moment. He had no idea how long he had been out, but he hoped that it had not been too long. Especially since he had a job to do before the sun goes down. Dean started to yank his hands which were tied to the chair as well as his feet.
“I see I underestimated you. You came out of it on your own and pretty quickly too.” A man said when he walked presumably out of the bathroom. Dean looked at the man - Max. What the Hell is going on? Not in a million years could this crazy kid beat Dean in a fight. Yet here they were, Dean tied to a chair and Max with a homicidal look in his eye.
“I didn't expect anything else from you,” Dean said in a mocking voice, when in reality he wanted to ask where he had come from. Maybe Max had drugged him and then dragged him back here? Oh, son of a bitch. He should at least have made it a fair fight. Coward.
“Well, at least I warned you,” Max said.
“Warned me?” Dean laughed and studied Max's face a bit before he understood, “Oh, you must be kidding me! You were in our room, and left that stupid note? Really brave move - and besides I didn't cross your path. You kidnapped me you childish son of a bitch!”
“If I were you, I would play nice now,” Max said walking to sit on one of the beds. Dean followed him with his gaze. Max didn't look so good, even though Dean didn't saw any signs of their fight from before, all the cuts and bruises he had left on Max were gone now. Still though, Max looked like a big mess.
“And what were you looking for? Or did you just get you kicks throwing people's stuff around?” Dean asked hotly.
“Try to behave. This isn't helping your situation,” Max said as anger flashed in his eyes.
“Is there something that would help?” Dean knew there wasn't. Max had seen Dean naked together with almost naked Liz, and Dean knew that was enough to put a man like Max over the edge. Hell, it would be enough to make Dean out for blood, too. Max looked up and studied Dean closely. His eyes were dark and his hair was hanging in his face. His stare made Dean uneasy.
“You said you would kill her,” Max didn't reply to Dean's question, and he didn't ask him anything. He just said it. First Dean didn't understand what Max was talking about. Well, it was obviously about Liz, but...
Oh.
He had heard Dean and Sam's conversation. But if he had heard that part he should have heard the other parts as well. So he should know Dean would never kill Liz unless he had to. Dean didn't know this Max guy - only what Liz had told him long time ago.
“I would if the situation needed it. But I need to make it clear that you don't know everything about this situation, so you won't understand when I say that if a time like that came she would want me to do it,” Dean knew he was playing with his life there. He had just admitted that he he would kill Liz if need be. Max stood up and walked to Dean.
“I know more about her than you ever will,” Max hissed between his teeth bending closer to Dean. His face was just few inches away from Dean's and Dean couldn’t help but smirk.
“You have a little nice fantasy world inside you head. You haven't met the girl in seven years. You thought she was dead. You don't know anything.” Dean kept a little smirk on his lips. Quickly Max backed out a little and then he hit Dean in the face.
A right fist straight to Dean's left cheek. Dean stretched his face a little and looked at Max.
“That's really all you got?” Dean asked. It hadn't hurt that much - Dean knew a lot about pain and Max wasn't really good at causing it.
“No, that is not all I got. I just thought I would start light,” Max said, and his lips turned into a disgusting grin. Dean didn't like about the feeling it gave to him.
“I forgot that you are expert of causing mental pain. Like what you did to Liz when you banged that whore, got her pregnant and then left with her.” It wasn’t a lie either, that was what Dean really thought about Max. He didn't respect him at all. He might be sneaky enough to catch Dean, but he did that with drugs so it was low. Dean hated people who hurt their loved ones, and in his book Max had hurt Liz more anyone could. Although, Dean wasn't really far behind.
Max's fist met his cheek once more. This one hurt a bit more.
“Don't speak about things you know nothing about,” Max's tone was a warning.
“Look whose talking. No offense, man, but you are master of interfering with things you know nothing about,” Dean kept constantly turning his wrists, trying to loosen the ropes, but they stayed the intact. Max maybe wasn't a good fighter, but he knew how to tie a real bitch knot.
“I know that you left your jacket in Liz's bedroom, when you got her. I know that you talked about killing her. I know that you are one evil bastard who leaves behind him a big pile of bodies,” Max watched Dean closely as he spoke. Maybe he thought that he would see the impact of his words better. He didn't need to stare so intently to notice the amusement that spread across Dean's face. From Max's words, it was clear that either he had been studying him or following him. Big pile of bodies? Sounds like a cop.
“One out of three right. That isn't good numbers, boy,” Dean said, thinking about how small things had led them to this situation. Max saw him once, and then he found his jacket, and now here they were - Max desperately wanting to kill Dean. Life is funny.
“The numbers don’t matter. I know that you have hurt her,” Max wasn't looking at Dean anymore. His eyes were misty, like he was remembering something.
“You are one crazy jerk. Did Liz ask for your help? Do you really think she wants you to kill me?” Dean wasn't sure what Max thought he was doing. Was this his revenge or did he think that he was doing something what Liz wanted?
Max placed his hands on Dean's shoulders - Dean glanced to both hands and then he looked back to Max's face. He had that mysterious thing going on in his face again, which made Dean feel a little unsure about what to say next. He didn't know what Max was capable of doing, but it didn't help him to keep his mouth shut either.
“I think I have told you already once today, that I don't swing that way,” Dean grinned up at Max, but his words made no impact on him. He just kept staring at Dean.
“Don't speak like you know her. Like you know what she wants,” Max whispered between his teeth and then he slightly squeezed Dean's left shoulder. Pain filled Dean's mind completely. He felt something burning his shoulder, and it worked it's way through his clothes, skin, flesh everything. Dean pressed his eyes shut and snarled through the pain. He pressed his teeth hard together to keep all the noises inside: he wasn't going to give Max the pleasure of hearing him scream.
“Get your hands of him!” a voice yelled from the front door. Dean fought through the pain, trying to connect the voice with name and face. But the burning was so painful and it was already so deep. Dean was sure that when it finally ended he wouldn't have a shoulder at all.
Liz. The voice belonged to Liz.
After Dean had made the connection everything happened so fast. Liz attacked Max, running at him and jumping onto his back. When she was in the middle of her jump, Max pulled his hand away from Dean's shoulder, the burning stopped and Liz and Sam flew against the walls. Then the door slammed shut, and the lock melted, assuring they wouldn’t escape.
Sam was held against the wall right next to the door and Liz was caught between the beds. Max's back was against Dean as he held his hand up and he kept looking from Liz to Sam and back again. The pain in Dean’s shoulder did leave as quickly as the burning had stopped. But once he saw his little brother and the love of his life, being squeezed against the walls with nothing visible keeping them there, Dean felt the pain inside him changing to anger.
“You son of a bitch, if you hurt them I swear to God that I will hunt you down and kill you,” Dean swore and tried to get away from the ropes as hard as he could. But the ropes didn't loosen up even the slightest bit. Max turned to glance at Dean.
“It's really hard to hunt when you are dead,” Max said silently. His voice was a bit sad, but Dean couldn't care less, he just wanted to get free and kill that son of a bitch.
“What are you?” Sam asked after a few attempts to move. Max turned to look at him, but Liz didn't let him answer.
“Max, let us go! We haven't done anything to you!” Liz caught Max's eyes and stared into them with her big eyes. Everyone was quiet for a moment as Liz tried to convince Max with just her eyes. Dean didn't see it as impossible trick; Max seemed to do anything for Liz, and it helped that Liz's eyes were incredible.
“Max... You are not someone who does this. I know you - the real you - and I know you have a good heart. So please, let us go,” Liz's voice was soft and quiet.
“Liz, I never wanted to hurt you. That's why I am here, doing this. For you,” Max explained. With every word he spoke, he walked closer to Liz. Dean didn't really like it, but there wasn't much he could do about it. The knots were impossible to get open, and it was most likely part of Liz's plan. She knew that she had an affect on Max, and she tried to use it. Dean didn't want to watch the scene going on right in front of him: Max looked like an addict who has just found his drug again. Instead of watching the puppy-Max, he turned to look at his brother, who was still fighting to get himself away from the wall. He was able to move his right hand already - probably because Liz had been successful in distracting Max, who obviously possessed some kind of superpowers.
Possess... Liz knew about them. Liz had warned him.
“If you didn't want to hurt me, then you would let me, Dean, and Sam walk away without a scratch,” Liz's voice forced Dean to turn his head back to them. Without a scratch - Dean had a hole in his shoulder, but he guessed that didn't count as a scratch, right? Liz's words made Max back down and tightening his supernatural grip from Sam and Liz.
Max looked worse with every word Liz said: he held his head and constantly brushed his hair. He had confused look on his eyes and he couldn't focus his gaze anywhere.
“No, Liz.. You don't understand. I need to do this. For you. For... He said-- He said he would kill you!” Max's words trembled a little, and his hand shook as he pointed at Dean. Dean supressed an urge to roll his eyes, of course that killing part had to be the only part he heard and he threw it in his face - and apparently to everyone else's too - at every turn. But Max's words reached Liz: she turned to look at Dean looking a bit surprised. Max noticed it and threw in more.
“Yeah, he said that if you couldn't keep it together anymore, he would kill you,” Max said, but Liz didn't even look at him. She looked at Dean, and slowly Dean nodded confirming Max's words to be true. The short moment when Dean and Liz looked into each others eyes, was like a forever to Dean. He held his breath, until Liz finally replied to him with a nod.
She had understood it. She knew why Dean had said something like that and with that nod she made it clear that she wouldn't expect any less from him. Dean felt a little lighter. Max's words might have mmeant something horrible to his and Liz's... relationship?
“That is exactly what I'm expecting from him. If the time comes, it has to be him - no one else,” Liz spoke looking at Max, but she quickly glanced at Dean. She was talking to him too, and those were big words from her. They had come a long way in just a couple hours, and it got Dean thinking how all this was possible. Liz should still hate him.
“What? No one will ever kill you!” Max refused immediately. He gave Dean a few hostile looks, which made him look comical, since he tried to look sweet when he looked at Liz.
“Not many can,” Liz mumbled. It made Dean grin. She was right; she was one kick ass vampire girl, no ordinary hunter would get her dead.
“I love you,” Max sighed as a final statement, and Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes.
“You think you are only one who loves her?” Dean asked. Then he felt three pair of eyes on him. Everyone wanting to know what he meant.
“You love her?” Max took a step closer to his chair.
“Buddy, take it easy. I'm just saying that you don't have any kind of privilege to her. She's not yours just because you love her. Neither does that mean that no one else could love her,” Dean had barely got the words out of his mouth when Max was already on him.
“You love her,” it was no longer question, and the look in Max's eyes made Dean fear that he would die in this chair in this stupid motel room.
“Just wait...,” Dean tried, but Max didn't wait. He pressed his right hand back to the shoulder where it was before Sam and Liz had burst in. And the burning continued. It was more painful than last time: Max put more anger and hate in it and Dean could feel it in his every bone.
The pain slithered to every cell he had in his body. He could no longer keep the screams away, and the whole world around him was blurry.
“DEAN! Get off him, you son of a bitch!” Sam yelled.
“Max! Max, stop it! This is not the way you want your secret to be revealed. Not after everything,” Liz screamed hopelessly trying to keep her voice even a little calm. Max seemed to hear nothing. Dean yelled so loud and felt so much pain to realize what was going on around him. All he could think was that he wanted it to stop.
“Now you done it, Max. There is something you don't know about me, that no one knows...,” Liz mumbled between her teeth. Then she shut her mouth and stared at Max without really seeing him. After a while sweat dripped down her temples and she pushed herself away from the wall. Sam was still locked against it, but Liz had broke herself free.
Liz took four big steps and stood behind Max. Max didn't even have time to react when Liz raised her hand to the back of Max's head and he dropped to the ground like a rag doll. Before Max even hit the ground Sam could move again and Dean stopped his screaming.
Dean's vision was bit blurry, but he saw Liz in front of him and Sam appearing next to him too. He started to work on loosening Dean's ropes, and Liz placed her hand over the hole Max had managed to rip into Dean's shoulder. First Dean thought that Liz just wanted to torture him herself, but when Liz looked deep into his eyes, he didn't feel pain. He felt... he felt love.
Then these images, scenes - flashes - started to flow in his mind. Most of them were just blurry scenes with a weak echo of emotions atatched to them. But then one came to him as clear as day: seventeen-years-old. Liz hugging some guy in a motel room’s open door way. But it wasn't just a some guy: it was Dean. The feelings belonged Liz, and he understood, he had never seen himself in such way. Liz thought he was her safe haven, her protector - someone who had come to the town when she needed a friend the most. And she had gotten a friend who didn't ask anything she didn't want to tell.
Silently it faded away and changed into another flash; Dean recognized some places and some faces, but nothing clear or specific. Dean had no idea what was happening, but he knew that these were Liz's memories and thoughts. How was he seeing and feeling them? Suddenly all the thoughts were erased from his mind when one of the flashes was again clearer than the others. Liz was in a stonewall room, running around, screaming Dean's name. Quickly the scene changed too, the room didn't. Dean saw a vampire walking towards Liz, starting to rip her clothes off...
Liz pulled her hand away from Dean, and the flashed ended. Dean's right hand was free already, but Sam didn't make it to the other one, because he had just stared at the couple when they had sank into some kind of trance. Now when they came out of it, Dean looked stunned and Liz had tears in her eyes. But still she smiled when she placed her hand to the ropes on Dean's right hand and they dropped to the ground.
“So... you said you would kill me, huh?”
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Title: Moon's slaves
Author:
pempees
Beta: ImNaturallySuper
Characters: Dean Winchester, Liz Parker, Sam Winchester and other Roswell characters
Category: Supernatural/Roswell XO
Rating: From PG-13 to NC-17, in some point.
Warnings: Pairing is Dean/Liz, at least kind of. No spoilers. Set to season 3 on Supernatural. Mostly Dean POV.
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.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Sam walked back from the store. He had filled his pockets with matches and lighters: better beprepared so nothing could go wrong with their plan. Sam assumed that Dean had already got the gas, or at least he should have, since it had taken forever to buy a few matches. The queue had been unbelievably long.
When Sam reached the impala, he saw no one. The tanks were still lying empty on the ground, same place they had been when Sam had left. The impala was also empty: there was no trace of Dean anywhere. Sam looked around him and then quickly started to run around the yard.
“Dean! Dean, where are you!?” he yelled, but the only response he received was odd looks from strangers. Despite the looks, Sam kept calling his name and continued to walk around trying to find him. Finally he had to return to the car. One thing he knew for sure, Dean would never bail on him and the hunt. Maybe he went to see Liz? Maybe it was because of their talk earlier.
Quickly, Sam took his phone from his jeans' pocket. All three - Sam, Dean and Liz - had exchanged their phone numbers before they had split up in the motel, just in case something went wrong. Sam chose Liz's number from the list on his screen and pressed the phone against his ear.
“What?” Liz's voice was strict.
“Sorry for interrupting your stake out, but Dean is missing,” Sam said quickly before Liz could start scolding him about the interruption.
“What?” her voice turned worried in less than a second.
“I just thought that he might have come to you.”
“Why would he have come to me in the middle of the hunt? Oh, never mind. Meet me back in the motel in ten,” and then she was no longer on the other end. So Dean really was missing. Someone had gotten him.
Liz sounded worried, so Sam didn't waste any time. Quickly he filled up the tanks with gas, threw them into the trunk and drove back to the motel.
***
Dean slowly came back to consciousness. He started to open his eyes carefully, because he knew already that the light was going to hurt his eyes. He had been in this situation too many times before. Though there was one big difference this time though, he had no idea how he had ended up to where-ever-he-now-was. Also he hadn't seen the attacker. He hadn't even felt the attacker.
Also, he wasn't sore at all. Usually his head hurt quite a lot when he was hit hard enough to knock him out. His wrists hurt a little, and that was because someone had pulled the ropes around him too tight. Once his eyes were completely open, he faced a big surprise. He was at his own motel room. Everything was precisely like in his and Sammy's room. Expect... This one was clean and not at all messy.
That meant that who ever had caught him, took him back to the same motel he currently lived in. But he was in the room alone at the moment. He had no idea how long he had been out, but he hoped that it had not been too long. Especially since he had a job to do before the sun goes down. Dean started to yank his hands which were tied to the chair as well as his feet.
“I see I underestimated you. You came out of it on your own and pretty quickly too.” A man said when he walked presumably out of the bathroom. Dean looked at the man - Max. What the Hell is going on? Not in a million years could this crazy kid beat Dean in a fight. Yet here they were, Dean tied to a chair and Max with a homicidal look in his eye.
“I didn't expect anything else from you,” Dean said in a mocking voice, when in reality he wanted to ask where he had come from. Maybe Max had drugged him and then dragged him back here? Oh, son of a bitch. He should at least have made it a fair fight. Coward.
“Well, at least I warned you,” Max said.
“Warned me?” Dean laughed and studied Max's face a bit before he understood, “Oh, you must be kidding me! You were in our room, and left that stupid note? Really brave move - and besides I didn't cross your path. You kidnapped me you childish son of a bitch!”
“If I were you, I would play nice now,” Max said walking to sit on one of the beds. Dean followed him with his gaze. Max didn't look so good, even though Dean didn't saw any signs of their fight from before, all the cuts and bruises he had left on Max were gone now. Still though, Max looked like a big mess.
“And what were you looking for? Or did you just get you kicks throwing people's stuff around?” Dean asked hotly.
“Try to behave. This isn't helping your situation,” Max said as anger flashed in his eyes.
“Is there something that would help?” Dean knew there wasn't. Max had seen Dean naked together with almost naked Liz, and Dean knew that was enough to put a man like Max over the edge. Hell, it would be enough to make Dean out for blood, too. Max looked up and studied Dean closely. His eyes were dark and his hair was hanging in his face. His stare made Dean uneasy.
“You said you would kill her,” Max didn't reply to Dean's question, and he didn't ask him anything. He just said it. First Dean didn't understand what Max was talking about. Well, it was obviously about Liz, but...
Oh.
He had heard Dean and Sam's conversation. But if he had heard that part he should have heard the other parts as well. So he should know Dean would never kill Liz unless he had to. Dean didn't know this Max guy - only what Liz had told him long time ago.
“I would if the situation needed it. But I need to make it clear that you don't know everything about this situation, so you won't understand when I say that if a time like that came she would want me to do it,” Dean knew he was playing with his life there. He had just admitted that he he would kill Liz if need be. Max stood up and walked to Dean.
“I know more about her than you ever will,” Max hissed between his teeth bending closer to Dean. His face was just few inches away from Dean's and Dean couldn’t help but smirk.
“You have a little nice fantasy world inside you head. You haven't met the girl in seven years. You thought she was dead. You don't know anything.” Dean kept a little smirk on his lips. Quickly Max backed out a little and then he hit Dean in the face.
A right fist straight to Dean's left cheek. Dean stretched his face a little and looked at Max.
“That's really all you got?” Dean asked. It hadn't hurt that much - Dean knew a lot about pain and Max wasn't really good at causing it.
“No, that is not all I got. I just thought I would start light,” Max said, and his lips turned into a disgusting grin. Dean didn't like about the feeling it gave to him.
“I forgot that you are expert of causing mental pain. Like what you did to Liz when you banged that whore, got her pregnant and then left with her.” It wasn’t a lie either, that was what Dean really thought about Max. He didn't respect him at all. He might be sneaky enough to catch Dean, but he did that with drugs so it was low. Dean hated people who hurt their loved ones, and in his book Max had hurt Liz more anyone could. Although, Dean wasn't really far behind.
Max's fist met his cheek once more. This one hurt a bit more.
“Don't speak about things you know nothing about,” Max's tone was a warning.
“Look whose talking. No offense, man, but you are master of interfering with things you know nothing about,” Dean kept constantly turning his wrists, trying to loosen the ropes, but they stayed the intact. Max maybe wasn't a good fighter, but he knew how to tie a real bitch knot.
“I know that you left your jacket in Liz's bedroom, when you got her. I know that you talked about killing her. I know that you are one evil bastard who leaves behind him a big pile of bodies,” Max watched Dean closely as he spoke. Maybe he thought that he would see the impact of his words better. He didn't need to stare so intently to notice the amusement that spread across Dean's face. From Max's words, it was clear that either he had been studying him or following him. Big pile of bodies? Sounds like a cop.
“One out of three right. That isn't good numbers, boy,” Dean said, thinking about how small things had led them to this situation. Max saw him once, and then he found his jacket, and now here they were - Max desperately wanting to kill Dean. Life is funny.
“The numbers don’t matter. I know that you have hurt her,” Max wasn't looking at Dean anymore. His eyes were misty, like he was remembering something.
“You are one crazy jerk. Did Liz ask for your help? Do you really think she wants you to kill me?” Dean wasn't sure what Max thought he was doing. Was this his revenge or did he think that he was doing something what Liz wanted?
Max placed his hands on Dean's shoulders - Dean glanced to both hands and then he looked back to Max's face. He had that mysterious thing going on in his face again, which made Dean feel a little unsure about what to say next. He didn't know what Max was capable of doing, but it didn't help him to keep his mouth shut either.
“I think I have told you already once today, that I don't swing that way,” Dean grinned up at Max, but his words made no impact on him. He just kept staring at Dean.
“Don't speak like you know her. Like you know what she wants,” Max whispered between his teeth and then he slightly squeezed Dean's left shoulder. Pain filled Dean's mind completely. He felt something burning his shoulder, and it worked it's way through his clothes, skin, flesh everything. Dean pressed his eyes shut and snarled through the pain. He pressed his teeth hard together to keep all the noises inside: he wasn't going to give Max the pleasure of hearing him scream.
“Get your hands of him!” a voice yelled from the front door. Dean fought through the pain, trying to connect the voice with name and face. But the burning was so painful and it was already so deep. Dean was sure that when it finally ended he wouldn't have a shoulder at all.
Liz. The voice belonged to Liz.
After Dean had made the connection everything happened so fast. Liz attacked Max, running at him and jumping onto his back. When she was in the middle of her jump, Max pulled his hand away from Dean's shoulder, the burning stopped and Liz and Sam flew against the walls. Then the door slammed shut, and the lock melted, assuring they wouldn’t escape.
Sam was held against the wall right next to the door and Liz was caught between the beds. Max's back was against Dean as he held his hand up and he kept looking from Liz to Sam and back again. The pain in Dean’s shoulder did leave as quickly as the burning had stopped. But once he saw his little brother and the love of his life, being squeezed against the walls with nothing visible keeping them there, Dean felt the pain inside him changing to anger.
“You son of a bitch, if you hurt them I swear to God that I will hunt you down and kill you,” Dean swore and tried to get away from the ropes as hard as he could. But the ropes didn't loosen up even the slightest bit. Max turned to glance at Dean.
“It's really hard to hunt when you are dead,” Max said silently. His voice was a bit sad, but Dean couldn't care less, he just wanted to get free and kill that son of a bitch.
“What are you?” Sam asked after a few attempts to move. Max turned to look at him, but Liz didn't let him answer.
“Max, let us go! We haven't done anything to you!” Liz caught Max's eyes and stared into them with her big eyes. Everyone was quiet for a moment as Liz tried to convince Max with just her eyes. Dean didn't see it as impossible trick; Max seemed to do anything for Liz, and it helped that Liz's eyes were incredible.
“Max... You are not someone who does this. I know you - the real you - and I know you have a good heart. So please, let us go,” Liz's voice was soft and quiet.
“Liz, I never wanted to hurt you. That's why I am here, doing this. For you,” Max explained. With every word he spoke, he walked closer to Liz. Dean didn't really like it, but there wasn't much he could do about it. The knots were impossible to get open, and it was most likely part of Liz's plan. She knew that she had an affect on Max, and she tried to use it. Dean didn't want to watch the scene going on right in front of him: Max looked like an addict who has just found his drug again. Instead of watching the puppy-Max, he turned to look at his brother, who was still fighting to get himself away from the wall. He was able to move his right hand already - probably because Liz had been successful in distracting Max, who obviously possessed some kind of superpowers.
Possess... Liz knew about them. Liz had warned him.
“If you didn't want to hurt me, then you would let me, Dean, and Sam walk away without a scratch,” Liz's voice forced Dean to turn his head back to them. Without a scratch - Dean had a hole in his shoulder, but he guessed that didn't count as a scratch, right? Liz's words made Max back down and tightening his supernatural grip from Sam and Liz.
Max looked worse with every word Liz said: he held his head and constantly brushed his hair. He had confused look on his eyes and he couldn't focus his gaze anywhere.
“No, Liz.. You don't understand. I need to do this. For you. For... He said-- He said he would kill you!” Max's words trembled a little, and his hand shook as he pointed at Dean. Dean supressed an urge to roll his eyes, of course that killing part had to be the only part he heard and he threw it in his face - and apparently to everyone else's too - at every turn. But Max's words reached Liz: she turned to look at Dean looking a bit surprised. Max noticed it and threw in more.
“Yeah, he said that if you couldn't keep it together anymore, he would kill you,” Max said, but Liz didn't even look at him. She looked at Dean, and slowly Dean nodded confirming Max's words to be true. The short moment when Dean and Liz looked into each others eyes, was like a forever to Dean. He held his breath, until Liz finally replied to him with a nod.
She had understood it. She knew why Dean had said something like that and with that nod she made it clear that she wouldn't expect any less from him. Dean felt a little lighter. Max's words might have mmeant something horrible to his and Liz's... relationship?
“That is exactly what I'm expecting from him. If the time comes, it has to be him - no one else,” Liz spoke looking at Max, but she quickly glanced at Dean. She was talking to him too, and those were big words from her. They had come a long way in just a couple hours, and it got Dean thinking how all this was possible. Liz should still hate him.
“What? No one will ever kill you!” Max refused immediately. He gave Dean a few hostile looks, which made him look comical, since he tried to look sweet when he looked at Liz.
“Not many can,” Liz mumbled. It made Dean grin. She was right; she was one kick ass vampire girl, no ordinary hunter would get her dead.
“I love you,” Max sighed as a final statement, and Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes.
“You think you are only one who loves her?” Dean asked. Then he felt three pair of eyes on him. Everyone wanting to know what he meant.
“You love her?” Max took a step closer to his chair.
“Buddy, take it easy. I'm just saying that you don't have any kind of privilege to her. She's not yours just because you love her. Neither does that mean that no one else could love her,” Dean had barely got the words out of his mouth when Max was already on him.
“You love her,” it was no longer question, and the look in Max's eyes made Dean fear that he would die in this chair in this stupid motel room.
“Just wait...,” Dean tried, but Max didn't wait. He pressed his right hand back to the shoulder where it was before Sam and Liz had burst in. And the burning continued. It was more painful than last time: Max put more anger and hate in it and Dean could feel it in his every bone.
The pain slithered to every cell he had in his body. He could no longer keep the screams away, and the whole world around him was blurry.
“DEAN! Get off him, you son of a bitch!” Sam yelled.
“Max! Max, stop it! This is not the way you want your secret to be revealed. Not after everything,” Liz screamed hopelessly trying to keep her voice even a little calm. Max seemed to hear nothing. Dean yelled so loud and felt so much pain to realize what was going on around him. All he could think was that he wanted it to stop.
“Now you done it, Max. There is something you don't know about me, that no one knows...,” Liz mumbled between her teeth. Then she shut her mouth and stared at Max without really seeing him. After a while sweat dripped down her temples and she pushed herself away from the wall. Sam was still locked against it, but Liz had broke herself free.
Liz took four big steps and stood behind Max. Max didn't even have time to react when Liz raised her hand to the back of Max's head and he dropped to the ground like a rag doll. Before Max even hit the ground Sam could move again and Dean stopped his screaming.
Dean's vision was bit blurry, but he saw Liz in front of him and Sam appearing next to him too. He started to work on loosening Dean's ropes, and Liz placed her hand over the hole Max had managed to rip into Dean's shoulder. First Dean thought that Liz just wanted to torture him herself, but when Liz looked deep into his eyes, he didn't feel pain. He felt... he felt love.
Then these images, scenes - flashes - started to flow in his mind. Most of them were just blurry scenes with a weak echo of emotions atatched to them. But then one came to him as clear as day: seventeen-years-old. Liz hugging some guy in a motel room’s open door way. But it wasn't just a some guy: it was Dean. The feelings belonged Liz, and he understood, he had never seen himself in such way. Liz thought he was her safe haven, her protector - someone who had come to the town when she needed a friend the most. And she had gotten a friend who didn't ask anything she didn't want to tell.
Silently it faded away and changed into another flash; Dean recognized some places and some faces, but nothing clear or specific. Dean had no idea what was happening, but he knew that these were Liz's memories and thoughts. How was he seeing and feeling them? Suddenly all the thoughts were erased from his mind when one of the flashes was again clearer than the others. Liz was in a stonewall room, running around, screaming Dean's name. Quickly the scene changed too, the room didn't. Dean saw a vampire walking towards Liz, starting to rip her clothes off...
Liz pulled her hand away from Dean, and the flashed ended. Dean's right hand was free already, but Sam didn't make it to the other one, because he had just stared at the couple when they had sank into some kind of trance. Now when they came out of it, Dean looked stunned and Liz had tears in her eyes. But still she smiled when she placed her hand to the ropes on Dean's right hand and they dropped to the ground.
“So... you said you would kill me, huh?”
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