Burnt [Supernatural] #Wattys2015

Cherry Pie

Song for the chapter: Cherry Pie by Warrant

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DEAN POV

Within the next two days, Sam made it to LA. Which, whoopee for me. He's been pushing this whole 'Elizabeth Dean love story' thing.

"For the last time, Sam, I tried. She gave up, and so should I." I growled, grabbing the last beer from the mini fridge.

Sam just rolled his eyes, and went to typing on the laptop. Sighing, I sat on the bed in front of the TV. I flipped it on, and A wild west movie played on the crappy screen. I heard Sam sigh, but then he turned.

"The demon chick. She's here. Just.... I don't know exactly where. She could be in some new meatsuit. I would guess she is because-"

"We destroyed the other one." I interrupted his thoughts, "I know. I feel like Elizabeth knows what she looks like, though."

Sam sighed, "Well, it's late. We should get in our five hours."

I clicked off the TV, and finished off my beer.

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ELIZABETH POV

By the time I made it back to the motel, The night had taken over. I wasn't tired, but I was, however ready to practice more. The past few days, I've been doing more and more. I could use telekenisis, and make little fireballs in my palms. But, I couldn't, however, do what I needed to do to kill the demon I wanted to.

With the power I was gaining, I could learn to control all of this. I could reverse the spell, and I could live a normal life. Restart. Begin again. Everything I've wanted to do since my mother was murdered in cold blood. And Coraline.

A thought popped into my head. Maybe I could control someone else's dreams. Find out what they're thinking about. Mind reading. That'd be kinda cool... Although, I don't really want to read Dean's- Stop thinking about him.

"I need to let him go," I whispered to myself.

Well, I guess he could be my first test subject on the dream thing...

Since there were no instructions, I just went along with going to bed, and thinking about Dean sleeping. That sounds a lot creepier than I thought, I thought to myself. So, I lied on the bed, and closed my eyes. I felt the deep sleep come over me, and I imagined Dean.

I opened my eyes, and looked around. I was in a strip club. Well, this is working a lot better than I thought. I smirked, and walked into a private room.

"She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good
Make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie oh yea
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie-" Cherry Pie, by Warrant was playing loudly, and I saw Dean with a smirk on his face. I smiled, and leaned on the curtained doorway.

"So, this is what you dream about?" I asked. The music stopped, and the girl disappeared, and Dean turned to me, "I mean, don't get me wrong, that chick was hot. But, I never would've guessed you'd dream... Like this."

Dean stood up, and his eyes widened, "Elizabeth?"

I smirked, "Hi, Dean-O."

"I'm really dreaming. What are you doing here?" He asked, really freaked out.

I smiled, and walked toward him. I grabbed the open parts of his flannel, and pulled him toward me. He's dreaming.. .Why can't I have a little fun, too? I came close to his lips, but pushed him back on to a couch. With a smirk, I straddled him, and kissed his cheek. I was being exceptionally cruel this time around. I felt his hands grip my waist, and squeeze a little. I smirked.

"Oh, Dean... So hopeful." I smiled, and pushed myself off of him, "Now, down to business."

He still had a dazed look on his face, "What business?"

"The business of you and Sam leaving LA. I don't want collateral damage. That's what you and Sam will be if you get caught trying to help me with the demon bitch." He was about to say something, but I interrupted, "No, Dean. You are not going to help me. This is my battle. Not yours."

"But-"

"I said NO." I shouted, "I care too much for you. Although, I did stop caring about feelings, and emotions, I did not stop caring about your safety. Yes, you're hunters, but this is far too dangerous... It's my fight, not yours."

He looked like he watched his puppy get run over. With the moment of silence, I came back to reality.

I opened my eyes, and realized Dean woke up. I hope I got the message to him that he is not helping my case.

Sighing, I didn't try to go back to sleep. I knew I already got my two hours, so I was fine. I got up, and went to the shower. After getting dressed and ready for the day, I knew my experiment was successful.

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DEAN POV

I woke up, and shot from my spot on the bed. That was the weirdest dream EVER. I've never seen Elizabeth look with lust and tease in the beautiful eyes. And, how did my brain even think to have Elizabeth in my stripper dreams?

The confusion made Sam look at me from his place at the table, "You okay?"

Instead of telling my brother about my stripper dream, I replied with, "I'm fine."

I stood up, and walked over to where he was. He had more information about the demon thing that's messing with Elizabeth's head. She seemed to be right where we needed her. Close, but not too close. Maybe, just maybe, we could gank the bitch, and continue with our lives. Our endless hunting lives.

"There's one problem with our plan. We need Elizabeth to reverse the curse, and then kill the demon. Otherwise, we're stuck with magic Elizabeth. And if she's not going to be the one to murder the demon, then I'm pretty sure she'll never talk to us again." Sam explained.

"I know, I know."

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ELIZABETH POV

I walked around the city. The dark was tiring, and I was ready to find Kelly... Or Hantu-Kopek. Whatever she goes by around here. The bitch stabbed me, and murdered the rest of my family.

"Hello, Elizabeth." I turned to see the only other person on the street.

"Jace. Why are you following me?" I asked, taking a slight stance.

"Because, I found the demon. And, guess what?" He had a sinister smile

Jace moved toward me, and backed me into an alleyway, "Demon bitch." I pieced it togehter, "Oh, you're cold."

Jace's mouth laughed, but I knew it wasn't him, "Well, I told you. I'd end the entire family line. Ending with you, Honey. So, Jace is in the way."

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, but kept it behind me. I tapped one of the only three numbers on my phone, and heard it dial. Hoping it was Sam, I began to talk loudly, "Why would you back me into this alleyway on Pine street? Huh? Gonna murder me, here and now, Hantu-Kopek?"

The smirk on Jace's face as he moved toward me made me shiver, "Well, first, you're gonna kill Daddy Dearest. And then, I'm gonna kill you. But, it'll be slow, and painful."

I hung up the phone, and heard the Impala in the distance. I knew it'd work, "Well, maybe I can stall for a moment. Tell me all your plans before you kill me, 'eh?"

"Why the hell not." Jace smirked, and stood where he was.

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A/N: WHO WILL MAKE IT OUT ALIVE THIS TIME?

CLIFFHANGER.

~Mae