Moon's Slaves - Chapter 3
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Title: Moon's slaves
Author: pempees
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 3
Roswell
New Mexico
Year 2000 (after 'Baby it's you')
The sun was already going down, but it didn't bother Dean Winchester. Sometimes he liked darkness more than light; all his life he had been taught that everybody should be afraid of the dark, but still at times, Dean felt like he was more at home in darkness than in bright daylight. Probably because he knew how to handle all the things in the darkness, but normal people in the middle of the day... Dean only knew how to entertain women, and even that didn't work out every time.
Dean was walking towards a little cafeteria that was really popular in this town. He stopped in front of it just to take a good look at the ridiculous sign where a spaceship was crashing down, where read also the name of the café: “Crashdown Café”. Dean couldn't help the smirk on his face: Roswell, what a town. Dean had seen a big part of the world already, but he had never been in Roswell before. Right after he had arrived to this town with his dad and Sammy, he knew that the town held in it some fun. Maybe he could check the UFO museum on the way back to the motel.
The café's door swung open with a gentle push and the bell jingled. Dean stepped in and looked around. The first thing that caught his eye was an adorable girl in a freaky uniform standing near the counter. She looked very sad, lonely and helpless. The girl looked at the new customer and followed him with her eyes. Dean noticed that and was surprised by the way she looked at him: no wandering eyes, no lust - the girl's eyes didn't show him any of those usual “I want you” signs. She just looked at him like he was a piece of meat which had to be serviced. Dean forced his glance to let go of the girl and a mocking smile appeared when he realized that even the café's furniture was like the sign outside.
Dean walked to the nearest booth and sat down. He kept watching all that alien junk: did these folks truly believe in aliens? The girl got there quicker than Dean had ever seen any waitress do, and Dean had seen a lot of them.
“Hey. What can I get you?” The girl asked and barely looked at Dean. She just opened her notebook and placed a pen on the paper. Dean looked at her and noticed her shiny, long, brown hair.
“Hey. You are the quick one aren't you... Liz?” Dean asked and grinned. Liz looked at Dean and gave him a hollow smile.
“Sorry?” she asked and missed the whole joke. Dean rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Ah, nothing,” he said and opened the menu.
“This is most interesting menu I have ever seen,” Dean told and clearly tried to make a conversation. Liz looked as confused as she did before. Dean started to feel really stupid, when the waitress didn't get any of his jokes.
“So, anything you would like to order now or should I come back later?” Liz asked and Dean quickly raised his eyebrows as he moved his eyes to the menu.
“Okay... Let's not talk,” he mumbled, and Liz didn't even care what he said, “I’ll take one coffee, please, and when you come back I’ll know what to order.” Liz nodded and left to get Dean's coffee. Dean couldn't help but to look after her. He didn't understand how a girl like that could be for a job like this. She was supposed to be serving customers, but she wasn't really even there. Dean looked at(prep) the menu and started to read it.
Liz got the coffee and headed back to the table. She placed the coffee on the table and smiled at Dean, who was surprised by her quick moves. It made him doubt the quality of the coffee.
“Anything else?”
“Just like I promised, I have made up my mind. A Blue Moon Burger and a Tommy Lee Jones Basket. Then a Blood of Alien smoothie and an Alien Encounter and when it's time for desserts, I will call you,” Dean smiled at Liz, but Liz didn't see that, because she was writing. Dean just couldn't stop trying to get in contact with this girl. He didn't want to admit that she wasn't interested in him. She looked at the food list she just had written and then for the first time the whole day, she actually was in that moment and Dean actually noticed how she came to life. A little sparkle appeared in her eyes and her face wasn't just a stone wall anymore.
“You're waiting for company?” Liz asked.
“If you don't join me, I’ll eat alone," Dean said and gave Liz a grin. He was sure that now she would notice him. Still he was a little surprised that Liz smiled at him and according to the look on Liz's face, she was surprised too.
“I doubt that I can join you. I mean me working and all,” Liz said and her voice was warm, not cold and robotlike. Dean felt like he had just won something: Liz's voice was so warm, that it was like wrapping in a blanket. When she left to get his order, Dean watched her go. What a change.
Soon Dean felt disappointment, when Liz returned with his orders and she didn't even notice the seducing smile he was wearing.
“Thank you, Liz,” Dean said and tried to catch her attention again, but she just smiled robotically and walked away. Dean kept his eyes on Liz and wondered what her problem was.
Dean ate and watched Liz and the more he watched, the better he realized that something really was wrong with that girl or in her life. Every time the door opened, Liz's fake smile appeared and she served the customers without actually seeing them. Once again the door opened - and Dean was watching - and a jingle from a little bell flew through the café. Liz lifted her head to see who came in, but when she saw the person on the door, she froze. Dean's burger stopped halfway in the air, when he saw Liz's reaction to a dark haired tall boy, who just stepped in the café. He looked really beaten and lost.
The boy walked towards Liz, but Liz walked pass him. She looked like she didn't know what to do, but she had to leave and figure out something to do. The guy turned as she went by.
“Liz,” he said with a gentle voice. Liz turned to him, when she wasn't able to avoid him anymore - after all, he was a customer.
“Hi, Max. What can I get you?” Liz asked and sounded stiff.
“I need a friend,” Max whispered and Dean felt kind of sorry for him. He sounded so lost and lonely.
“Oh, sorry. We just ran out,” Liz said and her voice had turned cold. Max grabbed Liz's arm, not tight at all, but enough to make Dean mad. Don't get physical with ladies - especially ladies, which he liked. Dean knew that he actually couldn't do anything about the situation, because he didn't know what was going on or he didn't even know Liz.
“Max, let go!” Liz said calmly.
“Hey,” Dean yelled and looked at Max angrily, when he and Liz turned to Dean, “Liz, I need you here.” Dean yelled at Liz trying to make it look like he and Liz were closer than they really were. Max let go of Liz.
“I have to work,” Liz said to Max and walked to Dean's booth.
“You need something?” Liz asked and again she was in that moment. Her voice sounded grateful and it made Dean's day.
“Company. Please, sit down for a moment. That guy looks like he isn't going to leave you alone anytime soon,” Dean said and tried to sound casual. Liz looked surprised and looked around.
“I don't know. I'm working and...,” Liz tried to refuse, but then her eyes met Max's. He wasn't going away. Instead he just stared at her and Dean, “Well, maybe for a little while.” Liz sat down opposite to Dean and Dean smiled at her.
“Great decision,” he smiled, and Liz smiled back. Dean quickly glanced at the guy who was still staring at them.
“So... What's up with that guy?” Dean asked and bit his burger. Liz put her hands on the table and watched them. To Dean it was a clue that Liz didn't want to talk about that.
“Well, we have our history and things have been really bad lately,” Liz replied evasively. Dean nodded as an answer. Liz looked at Max again, but he was still in the same position.
“It looks like I’ll have to sit here a little longer,” Liz said in an apologizing voice.
“No problem. Pretty company always makes eating more pleasant,” Dean smiled and then pushed one of his milkshakes towards Liz, “You want?” Liz looked at the shake and then Dean's face.
“I can't...”
“C'mon, Liz. It's only a milkshake,” Dean said and Liz took the milkshake.
“Well, thank you,” Liz said and sucked the straw.
“Can you tell me your name? I mean, you're the man who rescued me from an awkward conversation, so I at least want to know how to call you,” Liz asked after they had sat there a while in silence.
“I'm Dean, but let's not shake hands since that Joe the Ordinary is still staring at us,” Dean grinned, and Liz couldn't help laughing.
“Nice to meet you, Dean. I'm Liz like you already know. You're a tourist?” Liz asked and drank some more.
“Kind of. Actually, I'm here with my brother and my dad. We are here for a job,” Dean told Liz and she nodded.
“What kind of job?” Liz asked and gave Max another glance. Dean couldn't help himself and looked at him too. Max looked devastated, but Liz just hoped he would go, and when Liz hoped that Dean did too. Though, he was actually grateful to that Max guy: without him Liz wouldn't be at his table right now.
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” Dean said and grinned. He had noticed it was a good way to go around the work question, at least with some women. Liz just laughed.
“Then I probably shouldn't ask anymore,” Liz said and the bell jingled. Liz looked at the door and saw Max walking outside the café. One more time she sucked the straw and then she stood up.
“Thank you, Dean,” Liz said and looked Dean in the eye. Dean cleaned his hands in a napkin and grabbed Liz's hand, which she was holding out.
“No. Thank you, Liz, for the great company,” Dean answered.
“Well, see you around, Dean,” Liz said and walked away. Dean watched her walk towards the counter. He smiled at himself and took the half empty milkshake that Liz had drunk.
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Dean looked at his clock and cursed out loud. Only ten minutes and Crashdown would be closed. Sam and his dad, John, had told him to get food for them - they were too involved in the case and wouldn't let Dean do anything else than be their maid. That made Dean feel bad, but he believed that they knew he was ready to kick some butt if needed. Sam and John were doing some research and Dean had never liked that part, so now he got to do nothing.
A quick look at the clock made Dean hurry up his steps. When he saw Crashdown he slowed down, because he was already sure that he would make it. He walked at a normal speed towards the café, when he saw two people moving inside and he immediately recognized the other one as Liz. A couple of seconds later he recognized the other one as that jerk from earlier that day.
Dean saw Max's hands squeezing both Liz's arms, and Liz looked mad, sad, hurt... Dean had had enough. His silent anger burst into flames when he saw tears running down Liz's cheeks. He ran in to the café.
No one was allowed to hurt women. Dean didn't waste time to see what the hell was going on and he didn't even care to find out. Plus, he wasn't much of a talker. Dean just grabbed Max from behind and threw him with all his power to the ground. It caused Liz to drop on the floor, but she didn't get up: she stayed on the floor.
“That was your clue to leave, buddy,” Dean said standing above Max and staring at him, eyes filled with anger. Max got up surprisingly fast and answered Dean's glance equally angry.
“This has nothing to do with you,” Max said in a threatening voice. Dean thought it was amusing, that a seventeen-year-old boy tried to threaten him. Still the amusement didn't replace the anger and disgust on Dean's face.
“Leave so I don't have to force you,” Dean hissed between his teeth. Max smirked at Dean and that was enough for Dean. No cornball was entitled to jump to his face. Dean grabbed Max’s shirt and started to drag him outside. Max tried to fight him, but Dean was so mad and pure adrenaline drove him forward: Max didn't stand a chance. Dean threw Max out through the door.
“And stay there, you son of a bitch,” Dean yelled at him and slammed the door shut. He took a few deep breaths, locked the door and turned the sign to 'closed'. Then he hurried to the sobbing Liz.
Liz sat on the ground sobbing and crying. She was in the exact same position as before. After she dropped to there, she hadn't moved a muscle. When Dean sat next to her, he couldn't help thinking how fragile she looked. He was extra careful when he pulled her in his arms, so he wouldn't break her.
“It's okay,” Dean whispered. Liz leaned to him and her hand clung to Dean's shirt.
“Don't go,” Liz mumbled against Dean's chest and Dean started to gently stroke Liz's hair. He wasn't good at this kind of things, but he knew that he couldn't just leave Liz alone nor he wanted to.
“I'm not going anywhere, princess,” Dean said and placed a little, tender kiss on Liz's head. Suddenly Liz's sobbing chanced into laughter.
“Princess?” Liz asked.
“Yeah. You are my princess, who needs me to rescue her, when life treats like a rag doll,” Dean explained softly and smiled. Liz was silent for a moment, thinking Dean's words through.
“So I assume that you are my knight in shining armor who rides on a white horse? And your day job includes killing dragons?” Liz asked half laughing, half crying. Dean was tempted to tell Liz, that they are no dragons, but close. Despite the temptation Dean kept his mouth shut about his and his family's life.
“Of course I am, but my white horse is a black Impala,” Dean said and made Liz laugh.
“I have no idea what an Impala is. I assume that it is some kind of car,” Liz said and she started to feel better again. She didn't pull out from Dean's arms, but she moved her position so she could see Dean's face. Dean looked at Liz and his face reflected shock.
“Some kind of car? That is an insult to my baby,” Dean said still shocked, but his voice told Liz that he wasn't so serious.
“To your baby?” Liz asked totally forgetting her cry.
“I can introduce you to her if you want,” Dean suggested. He gently pushed Liz away from him and stood up. Then he reached his hands to Liz, and she took them. Dean pulled her up.
Dean looked at Liz and examined her face. Tears had removed all the mascara from her eyelashes and now it was on her cheeks, but still she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He took Liz's face gently between his palms and wiped the tears with his thumbs. Such a small gesture had so much in it: Dean never did anything like that to anybody. He wasn't the guy who was there when someone felt like shit or he wasn't even that guy who used sad girls. The result of Dean's little sign of care was that some of the mascara moved and now was on his thumbs, some of it just spread and some of it didn't move anywhere; it was already dried on Liz's cheeks.
A little smile appeared on Dean's face, but he didn't point out to Liz about the mascara: Dean thought it actually was pretty sexy. Like the ruined make up and messy face weren't enough, Liz's ponytail was loosened and some of her hair hanged on her face. Dean had a feeling that he was one of the few people who got to see her like this. He wiped Liz's hair off from her face.
“Ready to meet my baby?” Dean asked and Liz nodded feeling a lot better. Dean let go of Liz's face and took her hand instead. When Dean leaded her out from the café, he couldn't help thinking would it be too bold to ask what the heck the thing earlier was.
Outside, Dean walked straight to the black, old-school car. He let go of Liz's hand and stroked it's black hood.
“Hey, baby. You missed me?” Dean asked and made Liz laugh again.
“You have a beautiful girl,” Liz said and couldn't help the grin that appeared on her face.
“1967 Chevrolet Impala. She truly is a beauty,” Dean admitted and looked at Liz. Something very small moved inside Dean when he saw the brief smile on Liz's lips, but the sadness in the eyes. Liz's miserable appearance made Dean want to help her.
“You want to feel how she takes all your worries away?” Dean suggested. Liz looked like she was struggling with herself: she glanced at the café and then again Dean and the car. Dean walked to her and tried to smile softly.
“We don't have to go anywhere. When you get inside and feel the soft leather, it won't allow you to be sad,” Dean tried to convince her. Liz shivered in her tiny work uniform and hugged herself. She still wasn't convinced, but now she was cold too. Dean took off his jacket and gently placed it on Liz's shoulders.
“Thanks,” Liz said under the big jacket.
“Now, come,” Dean said and moved her closer to the car. Liz didn't refuse so he pulled the door open, and Liz voluntary sat there. Then Dean hurried to the other side of the car and quickly came to the driver’s seat. Liz gently stroke the soft leather and seemed to be really blue. All the happiness she seemed to have outside was gone. She couldn't even hold the brief smile on anymore.
Dean looked at Liz and felt so bad for her. He was hurt to see Liz so sad, because she didn't seem to be the type who is sad all the time. Dean just wanted to kiss all the worries away and make her smile again. He was little scared of this feeling inside him, and he wasn't sure if he liked it: Liz had broken through all his guard systems and touched his naked soul. That wasn't easy and Liz had done it just in one day, without even a proper conversation. For all his life, Dean had taught himself to push everyone away and keep everything to himself. Now that petite girl, who was drowning in Dean's jacket, made his knees weak just with one look from those puppy eyes.
“Do you ever feel that you are trapped?”, Liz suddenly started to talk, “That something has pulled you into this life you never wanted to be a part of?” She kept her eyes glued to the darkness outside. Dean understood what Liz was talking about: some days he did feel that he was trapped in this stupid hunting life of his. Liz didn't wait for an answer, she just started talking again.
“A year ago, I loved my life. You know, my life was okay, everything was the way I wanted it to be. I would trade places with anyone in a blink of an eye,” Liz's voice started to break. Dean listened to her, but didn't know what to say. She leaned her forehead to the cold window and pulled Dean's jacket tighter around her. She took a deep breath and smelled Dean's masculine scent.
“Take me away,” Liz whispered suddenly, surprising Dean. He wasn't sure how to act. He glanced to the café and when he looked back at Liz, she was looking at him.
“Please, I need you to take me away,” Liz begged and Dean couldn't resist her puppy eyes.
“I will,” Dean promised and started the engine.
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