—GASOLINE;
Chapter Three

READING ABOUT Jess's death was not how Isabelle wanted to spend her day. She and the boys came back to Chuck's house, who was looking rather distressed. The strawberry blonde moved through the dimly lit doorway, spotting the male pacing. A stack of papers settle in his hands. "So... You wrote another chapter?" Sam questioned. He stood by the smaller girl, instinctively closer than normal. Dean had a set of pages in his own hands, the writing ending with approaching the home the second time. "This was all so much easier before you were real." Chuck's eyes flickered between the three, warily landing on Sam. "We can take it; just spit it out." Dean was pushing the writer, his posture strong. Isabelle moved toward Chuck, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You two especially are not gonna like this," he stated, eyeing the strawberry blonde before turning to Dean. Her thumb ran over his shoulder, helping ease his nerves. Jealousy sparked in the pit of Sam's stomach, a feeling he hasn't felt since Stanford.

"I didn't like hell," Dean retorted, to which Isabelle smiled. "I didn't like teaching." Both brothers rolled their eyes at the girl, knowing her problem wasn't as severe. Yet, her words helped calm Chuck down immensely. "It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam," he revealed. "Lilith?" Everyone stood there quietly despite her question. "As in the daughter of the Devil?" She looked to Chuck, who avoided her eyes. "When?" Sam asked softly, already concocting a plan as they spoke. "Tonight." Isabelle shook her head, an uncomfortable laugh slipping past her lips. "Wait, wait, wait. She's just going to show up? Here?" she questioned, watching as Chuck put on his glasses and sat down in his chair. Sam and Isabelle shared a look, both pairs full of worry. "Uh... let's see, uh," he cleared his throat. "Well, "Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion."" Isabelle flinched as Sam laughed in amusement. "You're kidding me, right?" he asked. The strawberry blonde moved toward the couch, plopping down onto it. "You think this is funny?" Dean asked his brother angrily.

She felt nauseous. Sam looked from Chuck to Dean, clearly amused. "You don't? I mean, come on. "Fiery demonic passion"?" he teased, causing Chuck to shift on his feet. "It's just a first draft," he defended, only to be ignored by the two boys. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Lilith is a little girl." The room was beginning to spin around the Lit teacher. She felt as if she was floating. "No, uh, this time she's a "comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana."" Great, she thought sarcastically, taking in a deep breath. "Great. Perfect. So what happens after the... "fiery demonic" whatever?" No matter how hard Isabelle attempted to swallow, her throat continued to clench until she couldn't breathe in any air. "I don't know, it hasn't come to me yet," Chuck responded, glancing over at the strawberry blonde. He noticed the way her chest heaved. "Dean, look, there's nothing to worry about. Lilith and me? In bed?" Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Nothing to worry about? Sam, we're talking about a demon. A demon who wants to literally kill you," she argued, her fingers trembling against her bare legs.

"Woah, woah, woah," he stuttered, hurriedly crossing the room. He knelt in front of her, gripping her sweaty hands within his own. "Iz, calm down," he whispered. Tears burned behind her eyes as she attempted to breathe. "I lost Jess, Sam, okay? I can't... I can't lose you. Not when I just got you back," she spoke, her voice cracking. He ran his palm against her face, resting his forehead against hers. "There is nothing to worry about, okay?" She shook her head, gripping the nape of his neck and running her fingers through his hair. "I can't," she gasped before pulling him into a tight hold. "How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?" Dean questioned, glaring at the writer. "You mean my process?" Chuck's eyes were stuck on the two, attempting to eavesdrop on their soft words. Sam's fingers were smoothing through her curls. "Yes, your "process."" Dean mocked him, his arms crossed tight over his chest. "Well, it usually starts with a headache. A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless, so... I drink. Until I fall asleep. The first time it happened, I thought it was just a crazy dream." Isabelle pulled from the younger Winchester, running her thumb against his cheek. The two were silently staring at the other, sighing. "The first time you dreamt about us?" Dean questioned as Sam stood, his fingers capturing Isabelle's hand.

"It flowed. It just, it kept flowing. It still does. I-I can't stop it, really," Chuck spoke, his eyebrows furrowed. "You can't really believe—" Isabelle squeezed Sam's hand, shaking her head. "Humor me," Dean grunted, his eyes steadily staring at the stack of paper clutched in Chuck's hands. Chuck reluctantly held the manuscript out toward Dean, who began to speak, "Look, why don't we, we just..." His voice trailed off as he took the papers, confusion written across his glorious features. "Take a look at these and see what's what." His eyes rose to spot Chuck, who's face held a blank expression. "You—" — "...knew you were gonna ask for that. Yeah." The strawberry blonde and tall hunter both shared a look before Dean turned to walk out of the house.

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THE RIDE was super quiet. Isabelle finished the first addition to the "Supernatural" series. Sam was quietly, and very slowly, reading the new pages of the ongoing book. Dean drove with a very worried — very stern — look. "Dean, come on," Sam began, clearing his throat. ""The minivan accident wasn't that bad, but Dean was still seeing stars. He scratched absently at the pink flower Band-Aids on his face."" Dean not once looked at his brother. It's like his eyes were glued to the road ahead. "So?" Isabelle noticed the very absent tone of his voice; Sam was not going to downplay these events for Dean. "So, I've seen you gushing blood. You'd use duct tape and bar rags before you'd put on a pink flower Band-Aid." Isabelle tossed the first book to the side, pulling out the second from the bag she had stolen from the boys. She shoved the whole series in there, planning to read it cover to cover. "What's your point?" Dean snapped, shocking both Sam and Isabelle. "My point is this – all of this – is totally implausible, it's nuts."

"He's been right about everything so far. You think he's just gonna ground out at first now?" Sam scoffed at his brother's blind faith, continuing to read. "Huh. "Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and drove off, the plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow."" Dean finally looked back at his brother, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "A tarp?" he asked for clarification, which Sam gladly gave to him. "Yeah. On the rear window. And you drive it like that." Isabelle leaned forward, resting her chin on the back of Sam's seat. "Does it say anything about me?" she asked with a wide smile, to which Sam gladly turned back to reading. "Huh.. You're actually with Cas.. Talking about someone," Sam explained. Without control, his cheeks began to blush a rosy color. "Weird," the strawberry blonde mumbled without any more questions. She just leaned back into the seat, beginning o read the second addition to the "Supernatural" series. The car pulled to a stop, Dean looking up at the Deputy approaching his window. "What seems to be the problem?"

                     "Bridge is out ahead," he explained, to which Sam rolled his eyes. "We're just trying to get out of town." The Deputy chuckled, "Yeah, afraid not." — "Is there a detour?" Isabelle tuned everything around her out as she read about the boys taking on these dangerous creatures. A little part of her was proud; extremely proud that Sam found something he loved. The only problem was, though, he just left her behind without a trace. She read the pages quickly, due to her speed reading skill, flipping through them with ease. "To get to the highway, you have to cross that river. To cross the river, you have to take that bridge," the Deputy explained. The strawberry blonde looked up, noticing Dean's tense shoulders. "How deep's the river?" he asked sarcastically, Izzie flicking him in the back of the head. "Sorry. Afraid you boys are gonna have to spend the night in town."

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                     THE TRIO sat in a diner. Dean is nose deep in the manuscripts from before while the other two skim over the menu. "Ooh, ambrosia salad," the strawberry blonde hummed, a smile crossing her face. Sam peered over his menu at the girl, his lips quirked into a soft smile. He had missed her. She was, after all, his best friend. And he couldn't lie and say that he hadn't had feelings for her before. If he hadn't of met Jess, he probably would have married that girl. But things changed and next thing you know, she was gone. "Hey, this could be a good thing. I mean, if this is what puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we got to do is get off the path," Dean spoke. Isabelle didn't pay them no mind. She wasn't prepared for this, yet she felt completely confident if anything happened, she would do anything to help. "How do you mean?" Sam asked, looking at his brother. "It's a blueprint of what not to do. I mean, if the pages say that we go left –" Sam finished, "Then we go right." Izzie took a sip of her Coke before smiling at the boys. "That's actually really smart, Dean," she hummed, to which the older brother blushed.

                     "What can I do to help?" she questioned, watching as Dean's eyes skimmed the manuscript. "Well, I guess you'll have to stick with Sam. He's alone when Lilith shows, so maybe your being there with change it." She slowly nodded, unsure if this was exactly the best plan. She hadn't been alone with Sam since Stanford. She merely nodded, biting down on her lip. "We get off-book. We never make it to the end. It's opposite day. It says that we, uh, we get into a fight. So, no fighting. No research for you..." Sam smirked. "No bacon cheeseburger for you." — "Oh, that sounds really good right now," Isabelle spoke up, locking eyes with the younger Winchester. "Oh, that's cold." He glared playfully at the two before continuing, "I'll just order something else." The waitress approached the table with a radiant smile, her eyes scanning the table. She smiled at the strawberry blonde before tucking her hair behind her ear. "Hi, uh, what's good?" Dean asked, snatching Sam's menu from his hands. "Well, if you like burgers, Oprah's girlfriend said we have the best bacon cheeseburgers in the country."

Sam laughed at Dean's broken facial expression as Isabelle spoke, "Ooh, I'll have that, please. With a side of onion rings." The waitress scribbled the order down. "Girl can eat. I like that." A blush swallowed the small woman's cheeks, her green eyes falling shyly. "Really?" Dean whispered to Sam, who just rolled his eyes. "I'll just have the cobb salad, please," Sam stated, folding his hands in his lap. "Mhm.." — "I'll have the... veggie tofu burger. Thanks." She takes the menus with a wide smile, placing her hand gently on Izzie's shoulder. "It'll be out in a few," she spoke gently, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder. A wink was sent toward the Lit teacher's way, whose eyes widened as the blush darkened. "Wow," Dean gasped, looking directly at the woman in front of him. "She's hot. You should go for it." Izzie rolled her eyes with a smile. "Shut up." Sam had been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn't caught one inch of the flirting being done. He sat there, fingers holding his straw, staring blankly at the chair in front of him.

"Sam?" Isabelle spoke gently, waving her hand in front of his face. "This whole thing's ridiculous." — "I agree." Sam looked at the strawberry blonde seriously, and she closed her mouth. "Lilith is ridiculous?" Dean asked incredulously. "The idea of me... hooking up with her is." Dean nodded, his eyebrows furrowed. "Right. 'Cause something like that can never happen." Sam's face began to twitch, frustration bubbling within him. "Dean, for the first time, we have warning that Lilith is close." Isabelle sipped at her Coke, listening to the two speak. "So?" Dean replied, looking back at the curious strawberry blonde. "So... we've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming, we know where she's – this is an opportunity," Sam explained with his hands, ignoring the look Dean was giving his old friend. "Are you—" Dean grunted "It frustrates me when you say such reckless things." Isabelle snorted at his words, shaking her head. "Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide that fight." The waitress approached the table, a wide smile on her face. "Cobb salad for you," she hummed, placing the salad down in front of Sam.

                     "The tofu veggie burger for you—" she set Dean's in front of him and turned to grin at Isabelle. "And a bacon cheeseburger with onion rings for the pretty lady." Dean and Isabelle thanked her in unison, Izzie blushing at her words. As the waitress left, Dean leaned in closer and spoke, "It's not hiding. It's being smart. It's picking your battles. This is a battle that we are not ready to fight." Dean took a huge bite of his burger, practically moaning at the taste. Isabelle took a bite out of her onion ring, raising a single brow. "Oh, my god. This is delicious. Tofu is amazing!" he exclaimed. The sounds of heels clicking against the tile floor gathered Dean's attention, the waitress approaching with a bright red blush coloring her whole face. "I am so sorry. I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake." She took the plate from in front of Dean, holding her head down. Sam scowled, stabbing his fork into his salad. "Relax, Sammy," Izzie huffed, picking up her own burger. He eyed the strawberry blonde, allowing a small smile to cross his lips. "Fine... Iz."

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                     ISABELLE GROANED once Dean pulled into the sleazy-looking motel. The five foot three woman almost gagged when they stepped out, smelling serious cigarette smoke fumes and spilled alcohol everywhere. People were loitering outside rooms with 'do not disturb' signs. She grimaced, walking closer to both brothers. "Dude, this place charges by the hour," Sam complained, watching as his brother smirk. "Yeah, well, the book says Lilith finds you at the Red Motel. Hence, the uh, hooker inn. It's opposite day, remember? Sorry, Izzie." She smiled at the nickname, simply shrugging her shoulders. "I mean, I'm not here alone..." Dean's eyebrows shot up to his hairline in pure shock. "No! That's not... That's not what I meant!" Sam only smiled, stifling a chuckle at her growing blush. "Here we are!" Dean pushed open the door, exposing the seriously crappy motel room. There was a small bathroom that only had a sink, bath, and toilet. There was hardly any room to move in there. The bed was a King, much like the other rooms, and there was a tv in the center of the room. Nothing else.

"Okay, this is trash," the strawberry blonde sighed, plopping onto the very springy mattress. It creaked beneath her weight, soon screaming as Dean jumped onto it, as well. "It's not so bad, red—" Isabelle slapped his shoulder, pushing him off the bed. "It's strawberry blonde," she exaggerated her defensive tone, watching as he tossed the black duffle bag onto the floor. Inside were fabric bags tied closed with rope. "What are you doing?" Sam questioned as his brother moved across the room, placing a bag anywhere and everywhere. "Couple of hex bags ought to Lilith-proof the room." Isabelle silently cheered, grabbing the remote from the bedside table. "So, what? I'm supposed to just hole up here all night?" The younger Winchester was fuming. He didn't like being a target; he didn't like being the damsel. "That's exactly what you're gonna do, okay? And no research. I don't care what you do – use the Magic Fingers or watch Casa Erotica on Pay-Per-View." Izzie cleared her throat, attracting both boys' attention. "Not while I'm here, bud." Dean chuckled, pulling out Sam's laptop. "It'd be quick. There's a lock on the bathroom door for a reason."

"Dean!" Sam shouted, to which his brother scoffed. "It won't be that bad, alright? Just relax. Just call it a little insurance." Sam fell onto the bed, allowing the strawberry blonde to involuntarily run her fingers through his chestnut locks. "What are you gonna do?" he asked, sighing. "Well, the pages say that I spend all day riding around in the Impala. So I'm gonna go park her. Behave yourself, would you? No homework. Watch some porn." Dean smiled to himself, obviously pleased with himself, and left the room. The door slammed behind him, showing both prisoners that they were all alone and stuck in that room that stunk of cheap alcohol and moth balls. "Want to watch some porn?" Sam asked, peering up at his old friend. She gasped in response, snatching the pillow from beneath his head and throwing it against his face. "Samuel John Winchester!"

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They're so cute.
There's going to be something really important coming out in the next chapter.
So, get ready.