Hey everyone. The third installment in the Addy Turner OC Supernatural story is here! I just want to thank all you guys who stuck with me this long! I hope you enjoy the story. Without further ramblings I give you It's My Life.

Chapter 1

Dean held Addy's body close as they stood rooted to their place. Dean got a hold of himself and started pulling him by the am for the door.

"Come on!" Dean yelled, managing to pull him away to the doors. They slammed close in their faces. They rattled at the doors and they stayed shut.

A shrieking noise filled the room and they shut their eyes at the bright light. Suddenly, it was all gone. They opened their eyes to see they were on a plane. No one seemed to notice there sudden appearance. Addy was between the two brothers. Dean checked her pulse and found nothing. Her head slumped onto his shoulder.

"What the hell?" Dean said, looking around.

"I don't know," Sam said, looking around, just as confused, careful not to look at Addy.

"Hi can I get you anything?" a stewardess asked, leaning over to Dean and looking to Addy. Thankfully, the blood stain wasn't visible.

"Is she okay?" the woman asked in alarm.

"She's got a horrible fear of flying," Dean said quietly," Took her meds before we took off. Probably gonna have to carry her out of here."

The flight attended smiled knowingly," Of course. You two are so cute together."

"Thanks," Dean struggled to say as the intercom came on.

"Folks, quick word from the flight deck. We're just passing over Ilchester, then Ellicott City, on our initial descent into Baltimore So if you'd like to stretch your legs, now would be a good time to do it," the pilot said.

"Ilchester? Weren't we just there?" Dean asked.

"Holy crap!" the pilot exclaimed and the plane malfunctioned. Alarms blared as oxygen mask dropped. Dean held onto Addy tightly as he looked out the window in fear.

SUPERNATURAL

Somehow they'd had managed to get Addy a wheelchair and get her out of the airport and into a rental car without questioning. Dean drove down the road with Sam in the passenger seat. Addy's body was in the back, his jacket covering most of it.

The car was dead silent except for the radio which began talking about the bright light emmited from the covenant as a terrorist attack.

"Change it," Dean said to Sam who switched to another channel which talked about another natural disaster and another talking about a different one. He changed to several different channels before he shut it off completely, leaving them in silence.

"Dean, look-" Sam began but he cut him off.

"Don't say anything," Dean ordered and after a long pause added," It's okay. We just got to keep our heads down and hash this out, all right?"

"But Addy-"

"No, Sam," he said sternly," Just no I can't deal with that right now. First things first, how did we end up on Soul Plane?"

"Angels, maybe?" Sam reasoned," I mean, you know, beaming us out of harm's way?"

"Well, whatever. It's the least of our worries. We need to find Cas," Dean said.

Suddenly, Addy jerked upright from the backseat gasping for air and letting out an ear piercing scream.

Dean swerved off to the side of the road and hit the breaks as she looked around frantically.

"Addy," Sam said trying to soother her.

"No, get away from me," she screamed, gasping for air and opening the car door. She scrambled out as the brothers followed after her.

"Addy it's okay," Sam said as she backed away from him.

"No, you killed me," she screamed at him, still gasping for air," I was still alive in there with Lilith and you killed me."

"Addy, calm down," Dean said, coming up from behind her.

"Don't tell me to calm down," she shrieked at him, gripping her head," I could feel everything. It was like I was burning from the inside."

"Addy it's over," Dean said gently.

She turned to him and then turned back to Sam, frantically looking back and forth.

"Addy," Dean said, coming towards her," It's okay. You're alive. I'm right here. No one's going to hurt you."

She put her hands to her neck, looking down to see nothing there," My necklace. I need my necklace. I can't let her back in my head. I need my necklace, Dean."

"Lilith's dead, Addy," Dean said to her," She's gone. She can't hurt you ever again."

"She's gone," she whispered, searching his reassuring green eyes with her wide, terrified brown ones.

He nodded," She's gone, Addy and you are safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you."

She collapsed into him. Sam stared at them as Dean buried his face into her hair.

"You're safe now," Dean whispered to her," You're alive."

She shook uncontrollably in his arms, struggling for breath and to control the pure fear she never thought she could have for Sam.

SUPERNATURAL

The three of them walked through Chuck's destroyed home, searching for him. Addy stuck close to Dean, looking at Sam whenever he got close too her. Dean could tell she was still not herself.

A creak went through the house and Addy jumped, looking around frantically. Dean pulled her close to him.

Suddenly, Chuck came charging out of nowhere with a toilet plunger. He hit Sam over the head with it and realized who it was.

"Ow!" Sam said, rubbing his head.

"Sam?" Chuck said in confusion," So...you're okay?"

"Well, my head hurts," he said, still rubbing it.

Chuck looked to Addy with wide eyes in her blood stained white dress.

"You're alive?" he asked, looking her over slowly.

She nodded slowly and swallowed a lump in her throat," Yeah…I am."

"But in my last vision I saw you die. You were screaming in your head and you died with Lilith. All the blood," he said and then turned to Sam," And you. Your body temperature was one-fifty. Your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black."

Addy held her breath as the memory flashed through her head.

"Your eyes went black?" Dean asked quietly

"I didn't know," Sam replied, his voice full of regret as he looked from his brother to Addy.

"Where's Cas?" Dean asked Chuck, looking around the ruins.

"He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry," he said sincerely.

"You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something," Dean said in denial.

"Oh, no. He, like, exploded," Chuck explained and Addy's eyes widened," Like a water balloon of chunky soup."

Addy sees something in Chuck's hair," You got something near your right ear."

He runs his hand through his hair and comes back with a human tooth in his hand," Oh. Oh, god. Is that a molar? It is. I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day."

"You have no idea," Addy mumbled under her breath.

"What do we do now?" Sam asked.

"Oh crap," Chuck said," I can feel them."

"Thought we'd find you here."

All of them turned to see Zachariah with two angels looking smug.

Addy hid halfway behind the door and Dean stood protectively beside her. Sam was behind them.

"Playtime's over, Dean. Time to come with us," Zachariah said menacingly.

Sam watched as Addy reached underneath Dean's shirt slowly. He didn't make a move as she took his knife.

"You just keep your distance, asshat," Dean said, pointing a finger at the angel.

"You're upset," Zachariah replied as Addy slowly moved the knife behind Dean's back so and to her arm the angels couldn't see. She cut a deep gash and it began to bleed.

"Yeah. A little. You sons of bitches jump-started judgment day!" Dean yelled.

"Maybe we let it happen," Zachariah admitted," We didn't start anything."

Addy carefully drew the angel sigil in her own blood, hiding it from Zachariah.

"That was all Adriana and Sammy," he mocked, winking at them.

"You had a chance to stop your brother, and you couldn't. So let's not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on. 'Cause like it or not it's Apocalypse Now. And we're back on the same team again."

"Is that so?" Dean asked coldly.

"You want to kill the devil. We want you to kill the devil. It's...synergy."

Addy had to move her arm slowly to make sure they weren't on to her. She glanced at Sam from behind.

"And I'm just supposed to trust you?" he asked in disbelief," You let Addy die."

"An unfortunate necessity," he answered, looking at her and she froze," Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast—before he finds his vessel."

"His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"He is an angel. Them's the rules. And when he touches down, we're talking Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies , the greatest hits. You can stop him, Dean, but you need our help."

"You listen to me, you two-faced douche. After what you did, I don't want jack squat from you!" Dean yelled.

"You listen to me, boy! You think you can rebel against us? As Lucifer did? As Lilith did?" he yelled and looked to Addy who had a smile on her face and stepped out from behind the door. Zachariah noticed her bleeding arm.

"You're bleeding," he said matter of factly.

"Forgive me if I'm a bit cranky, but I hope you all rot you sons of bitches," she said, showing them the door and then slamming her bloody palm on it as they disappeared in a flash of white light.

"That's for Cas you bastards," Dean yelled.

SUPERNATURAL

Addy stares at Dean as he focuses on cleaning her bloody arm in the motel room bathroom. She sat in her jeans and tank top after finally getting rid of the bloody white dress.

"I could have done it myself," she said quietly.

"Yeah, well, I didn't want you to," he replied, wrapping the last of the gauze around her arm and looking at her.

"Now is no time to treat me like I'm defenseless, Dean," she said, searching his eyes.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you died, Addy," he said, his voice breaking," And I wasn't there. I held your dead body in my arms. I need to know your okay. We don't even know who brought you back."

"None of that matters. I'm okay," she assured him quietly," I'm alive and I'm here with you. That's all that matters."

"You don't have to be afraid of Sam," he said hesitantly.

She looked down," You didn't see him, Dean."

He tilted her face back up to him," I mean you don't have to be afraid of Sam or anything because I'll protect you."

She chuckled.

"What?" he asked, smirking.

"I never wanted to be the girl who needed a knight in shining armor but for now I'll make an exception," she said, looking at him with wide eyes and a small smile.

"I thought I'd lost you," he whispered, stroking her cheek.

"I'm not going anywhere," she said, leaning her forehead on his.

"Promise me," he said, his voice low.

"I promise," she whispered.

"Please, Addy," he pleaded," I need to know that no matter how bad it gets you'll be here. I need you so badly. You're all I have left right now. I can't-"

She pressed a finger softly to his lips," I need you too, Dean. And I'm not going anywhere but wherever you are. Got it?"

He nodded and he removed her finger and pressed his lips to hers. They moved perfectly together. It was a slow, sweet kiss with reassurance fueled behind it. He had no idea where this was going or if it would work, but one thing was for sure. She held his heart in her hands.

"You have no idea what you do to me."

"I think I have a basic idea of male anatomy," she said underneath her breath and kissed his forehead before opening the bathroom door. He followed after her. Sam was still gone.

She went over to the bed and picked up the button down flannel he laid out earlier, putting it on her body. She tucked her loaded gun into her pants and carefully pulled back her hair, looking at herself in the mirror before quickly looking away. Dean noticed as he loaded his gun.

"You okay?" he asked slowly.

She nodded," It's complicated."

"Isn't that what we do?" he asked ad she looked to him.

"I share a face with the most bloodthirsty demon of all time," she said quietly as he walked to her," And every time I look in the mirror that's all I can think. I don't see my own face anymore. I see Lilith's."

"Doesn't matter," Dean said and he started to say something but he cut her off," You're nothing like Lilith. You may have the same power and the same face but it means nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"I hope so," she said, staring at him and gauging his reaction.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean I was already sacrificed, Dean," she said," My role in the apocalypse and my life were supposed to be over but here I am. I was brought back for another reason. The world is still ending. Maybe I still have a role to play just like you do."

Dean stared at her as the door opened. Addy took out her gun and aimed it at the door as Sam came in. He stood frozen in the doorway as she kept her gun trained on him. She breathed heavily as flashes of him with black eyes blurred with the present.

"Addy," Dean said gently, lowering the gun for her as she cleared her head.

She put it down and tucked it back into her waist band," Sorry."

"It's okay," he said, staring at her as he pulled hex bags from his pockets," No way the angels will find us with those. Demons, either, for that matter."

He tossed one to each of them.

"Where'd you get it?" Dean asked.

He hesitated long enough for Addy to figure out the answer.

"Ruby taught me," he said, fulfilling her prediction.

"What happened to her?" Addy asked, not looking at either of them and lacing up her boots.

"We killed her," Sam said and she didn't look up.

"Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?" Dean asked.

"It's weird. Uh, tell you the truth, I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever put me on that plane cleaned me right up," he explained.

"I'm guessing this is while I was dead," she said, bitterness in her voice even though she tried to hide it.

"Yeah," Dean answered," Maybe whoever put us on that plane brought you back too."

"Maybe," she replied," Wait, what about Bobby? We left him there with Lilith's goons."

"He sent me a text," Dean said," After they got you they just left."

"Oh," she said, realizing Sam was getting close to her and she went closer to Dean. He noticed.

"Guys-" Sam began but Dean wasn't having it.

"Sam. It's okay. You don't have to say anything," Dean said and she looked away.

"Well, that's good. Because what can I even say? I'm sorry? I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice, you know? Look, there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right-"

"So why do you keep bringing it up?" Dean asked angrily and then he sighed, calming himself down," Look, all I'm saying is, why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it."

"Okay," he said and looked to Addy who had stayed silent through the entire exchange," Addy I-"

"No," she said simply.

"I just want to say that I'm sorry…for everything," he said remorsefully but it just made her angrier.

"And I just want to say that I'm not someone you screw with, Sam and expect a sorry to make it all right," she said, staring him down with a vengeance in her voice," There is absolutely nothing you can do or say to ever make this right. We're through and let me make this clear right now. I'm here for Dean and Dean only. For all I care you can go straight to hell where I think you belong."

The room was dead silent as they stared at each other.

"I understand," he said quietly.

"Good," she replied, her voice cold as she went back to tucking her weapons away.

"All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know? What do we do first?" Dean asked changing the subject after deafening silence.

"We'd, uh, figure out where the thing is," Sam answered.

"Now all we have to do is do is find the devil," Addy said sarcastically," That should be the easiest part of all this."