Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

27.2

It was almost morning when Dean finally stopped at a gas station. We passed by twenty others but this one wasn't surrounded by trees or anything. Just vast vacant plains. Means we'd see an attack if one came.

"You want anything?" Dean was standing right next to my window looking at my face but neither of us could meet each other's eyes.

"A phone—but I'll get it myself."

"Can't," Sam stopped me. "Surveillance."

I rolled my eyes and closed the car door again.

Dean came back after a short while with a few hot dogs and chips and my phone. I took it apart immediately and called the service to buy a few minutes of phone time.

"Showed the guy my badge. He swore it was beef and nothing else," he reassured Sam before taking a mouthful of the hot dog. Sam was still looking at his food with uncertainty.

When I finished setting up the phone, I left Sam and Dean sitting on the hood and went to pace in front of the farthest gas machine from where we were parked while I waited for the other line to pick up.

When it did, I felt my heart leap into my mouth.

"Jude?"

"Jude's not here."

I hesitated for a moment but said nothing.

"I'm hanging up."

"L-Lizzy. It's Lizzy."

Her voice changed. "Eliza? Is that really you?"

I let out a small laugh but I could feel my throat tightening. It was so hard keeping your guard up before such a familiar voice. "Yeah." I cleared my throat to keep my voice from shaking.


"Oh, baby, we thought you were dead—"

I wiped my eyes and sniffed. "No, I still am."

She paused a little and when she started there was a bit of a colder edge to her tone."I should feel real special right now, getting calls from the dead." She paused for a little. "You didn't get yourself into trouble hunting, did you?" she asked softly.

"What? No, no. I'm fully me." Liar.

"Whatchu callin' for if you're not coming back?" Then she added, "You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just...got into some police trouble."

She was silent for a moment. "What kind of police trouble?"

I put a shaking hand over my forehead and gave a nervous laugh, a tear escaping me. "The bad kind. They know about the Manhattan murder and the bar heists—"

"Oh, god," there was pain in her voice.

"—I don't know if they knew about the drug thing but they're looking for the three of us. And they want us bad."

"Lizzy..."

"I told you it was bad," I sniffed. "Tammy can't know," I begged, holding back from sobbing. "Please, Jude, they're going to contact her first it could kill her she can't know what we did, she can't know I'm alive."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. She won't. I'll drive up to her tonight, take her all the way to Mexico if I have to." The confidence in her voice was exactly why I called her. "Just relax, everything's going to be alright, okay? I'm here."

"They know our names, Jude. Our full, full names I gave it up myself and they had a file—"

"I said I'll take care of it, just relax. C'mon hold it together, what are you, crying?"