It's been a long ass time and I suck but here is the next installment of my Supernatural OC series. Thank you all for waiting. I can't stress how much it means to me.
She's screaming. She never thought she could scream this much.
In fact, she always prided herself on rarely screaming when she was scared or in pain. She hated the sound of needing help but God did she need it.
She needed someone to save her more than anything but no one was coming to save her because she had no one.
Addy Turner was alone.
She was dying alone.
Chapter 1
"In other news it's a beautiful day in Lawrence, Kansas folks. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and-"
Addy reached over and slammed the alarm clock off, "And it's too fucking early."
She rolled back over in bed to see Dean chuckling at her, "Good morning to you too."
She groaned and yanked the covers over her head, "It'll be good in a few hours."
He put his arm around her from behind and pulled her into him as he nuzzled her nose into his neck, "C'mon princess. Morning can't be all bad."
He peeled the covers from her face and she gave him a lazy smile, "No, I guess they can't be."
As usual she would ask the question he only half lied about now, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good," he said, "You?"
She nodded and he searched her half lidded brown eyes, messy curls, and slightly parted lips, "Well I'll be damned."
"What?" she asked in confusion.
"I swear you get sexier every time I see you," he whispered against her lips.
She rolled her eyes but nonetheless smiled, "You're an idiot."
"I know and I'm still trying to figure out who fucked up in heaven and gave me you."
She traced his jawline with a gentle touch, "Everyone thinks the legendary Dean Winchester is so tough but secretly-"
"I'm whipped over you and trust me it ain't no secret to anyone that I'm your bitch."
She chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose, "You don't sound too mad about that."
"Not even in the slightest. I'm still seriously considering getting your name tattooed because I might as well be branded and also I've got to catch up with you."
"I only have six," she said with an eye roll.
He chuckled and began kissing down her body, "And I know where all of them are."
"Dean," she whined as his tongue darted into her navel, "We have to get ready for work."
"Tell them you'll be late," was his reply between kisses along her abdomen.
"I don't think sex is a good excuse," she mumbled as he kissed back up her body.
He chuckled, the vibrations humming on her skin, "Okay, then. How about this?"
He pulled her up so she was straddling him and she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Sorry, I was late. I just can't wake up without a mind blowing orgasm from my boyfriend."
He trailed off, kissing her neck and tangling his hands in her chest length curls.
"That is a really good excuse," she mumbled, tilting her head back to give him better access.
"Now, if you're going to say that then we have to make sure it's true, don't we?" he asked and they fell back into the bed.
She flipped on top of him and sat up, her hair flipping behind her, wisp falling in her face. The sun seemed to gravitate towards her, highlighting the flecks of gold in her brown eyes, and the natural shine of her full lips and chocolate skin.
Dean stared at her, a grin breaking out across his face.
"What?" she asked, a smile of her own spreading across her features.
"You're so fucking beautiful."
She smirked and ever so slowly began unbuttoning the flannel of his she'd borrowed to wear to bed, "What am I now?"
The tops of her breast began peeking out as she unbuttoned lower and lower at a maddeningly slow pace. His hands traveled up her bare thighs, "You're sexy."
She smiled and unbuttoned it all the way but only pulled it off her shoulders and whispered while biting her lip with an innocent look, "And now?"
"You're a tease," he whispered as she took his hands in hers and moved them over hips and up her torso until they rested right below her naked breast. With a purposeful look at him, she opened the shirt so it hung off her shoulders, revealing herself to him.
He sat up, keeping his eyes on hers as she asked, "What about now?"
"An answer to all my prayers," was his feverish reply as their lips collided.
Their hands explored every inch of each other until every muscle in his body stood at his attention from her touch and until her skin was on fire from just the brush of him against her.
"Hey where are the eggs?" Megan asked as she burst through their bedroom door and the two former hunters quickly covered themselves beneath the sheets.
"Megan! Leave! Now!" Addy yelled, throwing a pillow at her. She caught it effortlessly and threw it back at Dean who did the same.
"Cock block," Dean mumbled, throwing back the covers.
"Not much of a cock to block now is it green eyes?" she countered and flounced out laughing at her own joke. Addy got up and closed the door as she shook her head.
She turned back to Dean with a mischievous look, "Now where were we?"
"I believe were just about to-"
Before he could finish she noticed the time on the clock, "Son of a bitch!"
She ran into the bathroom to begin getting ready for the day as she realized how late she was running.
He groaned and got out of bed as well to choose his clothes for the day, "Princess, please don't do this to me. My balls are so blue they're starting to look like papa smurf."
"I know and I'm so sorry," she called from inside the bathroom while simultaneously brushing her teeth and attempting to put her contacts in, "but we're both working. You're in the running for that promotion at the auto shop. We don't have as much time as we used to."
She came out of the bathroom to lean in the doorway as she fixed the dress she'd just pulled over her head, "Trust me when I say I'm just as frustrated as you are."
He stood at the opposite end of their room and looked at her with the look he knew could get her into bed in seconds.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Look at you like what, darlin?" he asked in a low voice, playing innocent with a smirk on his lips as he walked towards her.
She groaned and bit her lip, "Dean, don't do this to me."
"I'm not doing anything to you…yet," he replied, standing right in front of her and glancing from the bed to her, "That bed hasn't seen action in four days. I think it's getting sad."
"Most couples go weeks without sex, Dean."
"Yeah, well, we're not most couples and four days is way too long for me not to give you any lovin'. Don't you agree?"
She bounced once on her heels and then said, "You've got fifteen minutes, jackass."
"I only need ten," he replied with a triumphant smile before colliding his lips with hers.
Their bedroom door once again bust open and this time a random, half naked man neither of them knew came into their room with a confused look, "Megan, babe, I don't think this is the bathroom."
He left without saying so much as a word to either of them. The door slammed on his way out.
Dean sighed and let her go as he sat on the edge of the bed, "We need to move out."
She froze once she'd realized what he'd said, "What?"
"Maybe it's time we get a place of our own," he repeated carefully.
"Maybe," she began, sitting back down next to him on the edge of the bed.
"Maybe even a house," he added and her eyes widened, "Sid was telling me about some cheap town houses near the shop. It's closer to Little Rock too."
She stared at him, "You want to get a house with me?"
"No, I was thinking Sid and I would move in and then I'd call you over when I felt like banging."
She smacked him on the chest, trying to hold back her amused smile as he laughed, "This is serious, Winchester."
"I am heart attack serious," he assured her, taking her hands in his, "We got a good thing going here, you and me. We need to get our own place. I don't hate Megan but she ain't no peach to live with. Getting a little tired of random dumbasses wandering around here at five in the morning."
"I know she and her…conquest are unpredictable," she said with a sigh, "Maybe we should just get an apartment by ourselves."
"At this point I would settle for a cardboard box so long as I can come home to you and have you whenever I want and wherever I want."
"So that's why you want the house with the white picket fence, huh? All those big rooms to christen," she teased.
"Doesn't sound too bad. White picket fence. Hot wife."
"Two perfect kids. Mandy and Mindy," she added, running with his joke.
"You mean Mark and Marvin," he corrected her, "We are not having girls."
She scoffed, feigning offense, "Why the hell not?"
"Because with my luck Mandy and Mindy are going to look just like they're hot Mom and I'll never let them outside the white picket fence," he said and Addy chuckled, "I can't have a MILF and two hot daughters walking around. I'll run out of room to bury the bodies of men who look at you."
"Well, that's just excessive. I'll probably only have like one affair with the pool boy so just one grave for me will be fine."
` "Jesus, don't joke about that," he said and she laughed," I'm serious. No girls. I can't be guarding you and them at the same time. It'll be exhausting."
"Well if we have a son he won't be any picnic either," she countered.
"Oh and why not?" he teased.
"Because I shiver at the amount of weight I would gain from the pie I'd constantly be craving while carrying your demon male spawn."
"It'd just be more for me to grab onto."
"You have more than plenty to grab onto now."
He slowly looked her up and down, "Yeah. I do."
She rolled her eyes," We were discussing our hypothetical children. "
"Meh. I still want a boy."
"I'll send my uterus the message. I'm sure it'll take it into request."
He laughed and gave her another kiss, his face sobering, "So what do you think?"
"Give me some time to think about it," she said, playing the wisp of hair at the base of his neck, "I'll let you know by the end of the day."
"Fair enough," he agreed.
"Now come on I want pie for breakfast," she said, standing up from the bed and pulling him with her.
"See that," he said, throwing his arms around her, "That right there is why I love you."
They left their room and walked into the kitchen to see the man who'd walked into their bedroom earlier now completely naked and walking around with their back to them.
"Hi you must be Megan's roommates. Y'all know where the eggs are?" he asked and turned around. Dean quickly put his hand over Addy's eyes before she got the full frontal picture. He wasn't so lucky.
"Top shelf of the fridge behind the milk," Addy answered nonchalantly.
"Megan!" Dean yelled and she appeared behind them.
"Yes?"
Dean turned to her and frantically gestured to the naked man in their kitchen, still covering Addy's eyes.
"What? Afraid if she sees someone else's dick besides yours she'll change her mind?" Megan teased with a smirk and then gratefully admired her current conquest in the kitchen.
Dean simply guided Addy in the direction of their room, keeping her blinded.
"Nice meeting you," Addy called out as Dean grumbled his annoyance.
SUPERNATURAL
"Timmy put that down!"
"Beca what did I tell you."
"Dennis, Cheerios go in your mouth not on the floor!"
All these commands left Addy's mouth in what felt like a second as she bustled around the classroom at Little Rock Daycare. She picked up a wailing toddler and gently shushed him while at the same time wiping down a snack time table.
She set the toddler down, Jacob was his name and said, "Honey I want you to take a deep breath."
He did as he was told, "Ihimahhead."
"Oh you hit your head," she said and gestured to a fellow teacher's assistant, "Can you take him to the nurse?"
"Sure," she replied, picking him up and walking away as Addy collapsed into her desk chair.
"It never stops does it?"
She looked up to see her friends and coworker, Ana Ganden, a middle aged teacher who she was assigned to as an assistant.
"Keeps me on my feet," she said with a shrug and a smile as Ana took a seat next to her.
"So how's Dean?" she asked.
"He's good," she replied with a far off tone.
"Something happened," Ana said with wide eyes, "Oh no don't tell me you two are having problems. Not you two. If you guy don't work out there's no hope for anyone else."
She chuckled and shook her head, "No, we're good. It's just this morning he said he wanted to move out of our apartment with my cousin."
"Oh well that's not so bad," Ana said in relief, "Megan is very nice but she's a bit inhibitionless."
"To say the least," she agreed.
"I don't understand why you aren't more for it?" Ana asked.
"He wants to move into a home."
"Oh," Ana said, taken aback, "You're not ready for that."
"I can handle a house just fine…it's what the house implies that I'm worried about."
"Well it could imply many things. Marriage, growing old together, commitment, kids…" she trailed off looking at Addy's wide eyed look, "Or you need more living space."
"I definitely not ready for that," she mumbled.
"You two are practically married," she said, hitting her arm, "You came here out of nowhere, start a life together and thrive within a year. He's practically running the auto shop and you're doing something you so obviously love. Which brings me to my next question, you're not ready for kids because you're the best damn worker here."
"I like kids and I'm good with them but to have one of my own is-" she said with a sigh, "Let's just say there are things in my family I don't want to give to another generation. Besides, Dean and I aren't parent material."
"Let me tell you something girly. There's no such thing as parent material. You pop one out and you either sink or swim."
"Ana really," she said, growing uncomfortable, "I'm not ready."
She scoffed, "No one's ever ready. The way you two look at each other you might already have a bun in the oven."
"Well I better not be because I drank like a trucker last night."
SUPERNATURAL
Addy woke up with a gasp, sitting straight up in bed and clutching her knees to her chest. One year later and she still couldn't get the images out of her head. Usually after one of her nightmares Dean would already be wide awake, his arms around her to calm her down but when she looked to his side of the bed it was empty. With a frown, she got out of bed. As she got closer to the door she heard Dean's muffled voice. Quietly, she opened it just a little so she could hear him.
"And no one's called about a missing person… No, this would have been today… So no reports of anything around Vineland and Oak Street, near that hotel renovation… Uh, call it a hunch… I've been a cop for a long time…"
She opened the door all the way and he quickly changed the course of the conversation, "No, I'll call you tomorrow. You too, man. Bye."
"Hey. Who was that?" she asked casually, leaning against the doorframe.
"Sid," he lied," I'm just setting up a poker game."
"It's eleven thirty, "she replied, giving him one last chance to tell her the truth.
"Is it really? Well, that explains why he was asleep when I called," he said with a forced chuckle as she raised her brow at him, "You heard all that didn't you?"
She nodded.
"I don't suppose you'll just forget you heard it?"
She shook her head.
He sighed as she came and sat down on the kitchen counter beside him, "Explain."
"After I got beers with Sid today I left the bar and I swear I heard a woman scream. Went to go investigate and I came across blood…and claw marks."
"No missing persons?" she asked and he nodded, "Maybe someone that wouldn't be missed. She might've been homeless."
"True," he said and rubbed his forehead, "We should leave this alone."
"We should," she agreed.
"If anything else comes up we'll deal with it but until then…" he trailed off, waiting to hear what she wanted to do.
"Until then we keep our eyes and ears open and treat this as if it were a case because like it or not we'll always be hunters."
"Sounds good."
"Good," she replied and he circled her with his arms, "I'll call my mother and ask her to see if she can recommend a spell."
"You know you shouldn't be using your magic right now," he said with a sigh, "I don't want to go back to this."
"We help people Dean," she said, looking up at him, "We can't just ignore that."
SUPERNATURAL
Dean pulled into the driveway of Missouri's house in his pick-up truck, Addy by his side in the passenger seat.
"So how do you wanna play this?" he asked as she pushed her sunglasses up to look at him, "You're Mom won't like you getting back into this stuff."
"I know," she said with a sigh, "but if there's something going on this close to home we need to nip it in the bud."
"Just do me a favor and make sure I'm safely in the garage before you say anything to her."
She chuckled, "Still afraid of my Mom?"
"No," he said with scoff and she rose her brow at him, "She's a freaking witch."
"Come on," she said with an eye roll, opening the car door as the front door opened, "Oh look there she is now."
"If I didn't know any better I'd say I summoned her," he mumbled under his breath, following after her.
"Hey Mom," Addy said with a smile as she hugged her mother and moved past her into the house, "Where's Aunt Missouri?"
"Out shopping," she said, staring at Dean with a tight lipped smile.
If it were up to Zayda she'd have Addy drop Dean in a second. She had all respect for him. Hell, she liked him but at the end of the day she thought he'd be the one to drag Addy back to hunting. Zayda hated that her daughter hunted and she would never forgive Rufus for sucking her into that. She would never forgive herself for letting him either.
"Hey Zayda," he said, following behind Addy into the house.
"Hi Dean," she replied, masking her indifference well as she closed the door behind her, "What brings y'all?"
"Just wanted to grab something from the car," Addy said, gesturing to Dean with her eyes to go, "I was also hoping you could help me find one of Missouri's old recipes."
Dean disappeared into the garage as Addy followed her mother into the kitchen.
"No, I mean what really brings you?" she asked with a stern look.
"Dean just wanted to grab something from the Impala," she repeated.
"Kitten Detrov-"
"Addy Turner," she corrected like a broken record.
"What do you have against that name?"
"A lot," she answered robotically, making herself busy by washing dirty dishes in the sink.
"Fine, Adriana," she said with a sigh, "Will you please tell me why the hell Dean is going through his car for hunting supplies?"
She sighed, "Because we think there might be something in town, okay?"
"I would know. Missouri would know. Megan would know. Hell, even you would at least sense something."
That last part made her flinch because even she wasn't sure if she could. Ever since the fight with Lucifer, something had been very, very wrong with her power. It just didn't work the same. She wasn't as in touch with it. It was still there and when she looked at her true form Light and Dark were still at war within her but it wasn't any use. It was unpredictable so she had no problems never using it.
"So you're hunting again?"
"No," she asked, turning off the running water from the sink, "We're…checking."
"And if you find it?"
"We hunt it down and kill it," she said, turning to her, "It's that simple, Mom."
"Than what?"
"Than we go back to our lives as if it never happened," she said simply.
She scoffed, "You're my daughter and I love you but you and I both know that once you start again you won't stop."
"You make it sound like I'm an addict looking for another fix," she said, offended.
"Whenever your father took you on hunts you'd come back with this look in your eyes," she began gravely, "And after a few hours, it'd fade and I could tell all you wanted to do was hunt again."
"And what was so wrong with that?" she countered, "What was so wrong with me taking down something evil and helping people? Why was it so bad for me to be doing something good?"
"Because it was good Adriana but whether you know it or not you were doing it for yourself. Hunting let you focus on only one thing and that was keeping yourself alive to kill the monster so you didn't have to face your own monsters. You put so much belief in the fact that if you killed bad things than you couldn't be bad yourself."
"Mom, I didn't come here for you to psychoanalyze me," she said with an eye roll.
"Kitten-"
"Addy," she corrected in frustration, "My name is Addy."
"Addy," she said, walking to her and putting her hands on her daughter's shoulders, "I love you and I'm begging of you. Don't get involved in this. If something is going on we will deal with it accordingly. "
"I love you too but I'm not a little girl anymore. You can't hide the truth from me until it's too late."
Her words weren't supposed to come out as harsh as they did but there was no avoiding it. She'd been back for a year and while she did love her mother there were many unaddressed issues between them and while her mother tried to bring them up Addy had shut her down each time. She was in a good place and she didn't want to look back in fear it'd all come crumbling down.
Her mother sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Adrianna please understand that I thought I was doing the right thing. You didn't deserve to-"
Suddenly, they heard a large crash.
"What was that?" Zayda asked, looking at her daughter in confusion.
She returned her expression before her eyes widened in fear, "The garage."
She took off running as she yelled, "Dean."
She burst through the garage door and Dean was nowhere in sight as her mother was hot on her heels.
"Dean!" she yelled, looking all around the garage and running out the garage door to the yard, "Dean! Dean! Where are you?"
"Kitty, relax," he mother said soothingly as she paced back and forth and pulled out her cell phone, dialing his number, "I'm sure he just went out for a little."
"The car is still in the driveway!" she yelled, pointing to the truck and getting Dean's voicemail, "Dean, where the hell are you? I heard a crash and the truck's still here and you're gone and please, please, please just call me back and tell me I'm being an overreacting, clingy girlfriend."
She hung up the phone and ran her hands through her hair frantically, "What if what's in town figured out we're going after it and it came for him?"
"Adriana," her mother said, gripping her shoulders, "Nothing would get in this house without me feeling it a mile away."
"Well obviously something did," she said, shoving her mother's hands off her and making a mental note to apologize for it later, "Go inside and do a locator spell. I'm gonna sweep the place for sulfur or whatever else I can find."
"Adriana you need to calm-"
"I'll calm down when I see Dean again," she said, redialing his number as she searched and her mother watched her with sad eyes, "Mom, hurry!"
SUPERNATURAL
The first thing that registered in Dean's mind was his splitting headache. The second was he was laying down and the third was that there wasn't a small, warm body with mangled morning hair nestled into his side. He opened his eyes to see a shabby wooden ceiling and he turned his head to see the little brother he'd desperately missed for a year.
Slowly, he swung his legs over the side of the cot and stood up, staring at him with a blank expression.
"Hey, Dean. I was expecting, uh...I don't know, a hug, some holy water in the face something," Sam said, casually sitting in his chair.
"So I'm dead? This is Heaven? Yellow Eyes killed me, and now…"he trailed off waiting for Sam to pick it up.
"Yellow Eyes? That's what you saw?" Sam asked in nothing more than curiosity.
"Saw?" Dean repeated.
"You were poisoned. So whatever kind of crazy crap you think you been seeing, it's not real," Sam explained.
"So, then, are you...real? Or-or am I still…"
"I'm real," he said and stood up," Here, let me save you the trouble. All me."
He took out a silver blade and cut his forearm then put some salt in a jug of water, swirled it around and took a chug. He grimaced before setting it down and mumbling, "That's nasty."
"Sammy," Dean whispered to himself as it all finally flooded through him.
"Yeah. It's me," he said almost nonchalantly and Dean wrapped his younger brother in his arms for the first time in much too long. However, he knew he had to make questions. He pulled away from him.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute. You-you were-you were gone, man. I mean, that-that was it. How the hell are you-"
"I don't know," he answered honestly.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I mean, no idea. I'm just back."
"Well, was it God, or-or Cas? I mean, does Cas know anything about it?"
"You tell me. I've been calling. Cas hasn't answered my prayers. I don't even know where he is. I mean, I was... down there, and then, next minute, it's raining, and I'm lying in that field, alone. It's kind of hard to go looking for whatever saved you when you got no leads. But I looked. I mean, believe me, I looked... for weeks."
Dean frowned, "Wait, weeks? How long you been back?"
He was met with silence as Sam looked away and he repeated with more anger, "How long you been back, Sam?"
"About a year."
"About a year?" Dean repeated calmly.
"Dean-" he began in an attempt to put out the fury his brother was about to unleash.
"You been back practically this whole time?" he yelled, all the emotions he'd been struggling to deal with coming to the surface, "What, did you lose the ability to send a friggin' text message?"
"You finally had what you wanted, Dean," Sam countered.
"I wanted my brother, alive!"
"You wanted a family. You have for a long time, maybe the whole time. I know you. You only gave it up because of the way we lived. But you had something, and you were building something with Addy. Had I shown up, Dean, you would have just run off and dragged her down with you. I'm sorry. But it felt like after everything, you deserve some regular life."
Dean turned his back to him as his anger diminished. How could he be mad at him for something like that? Especially when he was right.
He turned back and asked with great difficulty, "What have you been doing?"
"Hunting."
"You left me alone, and you were flying solo?" he asked in disbelief.
"Not solo."
"What?"
"I hooked up with some other people."
"You? Working with strangers?" Dean asked with a scoff.
"They're more like family, "he defended and they settled into a heavy silence, "How's Addy?"
"She's, uh, good," Dean answered with the usual smile he couldn't help whenever she came up.
"Is she still…" he trailed off, struggling for the right words.
"A giant pain in my ass wrapped up in a pretty package," Dean finished with a small smile and Sam chuckled.
"Yeah, that?"
"Of course. Wouldn't have it any other way," he said and yelled, "Oh crap."
"What's wrong?"
"She's probably freaking out," he said, digging through his pocket for his phone. He found it to see several missed calls, voicemails, and texts, "She's going to punch me out when I get back. I don't know how I'm going to explain this to her."
"Maybe you shouldn't," Sam offered.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked and caught on, "I can't not tell her you're alive, Sam. Losing you killed her."
"All I'm saying is she's got a good thing going right now," he continued, "I wouldn't mess with it."
"I can't lie to her, man," he confessed, "Not after everything we've been through together."
"Well you might have to so just think about it alright."
He nodded and sighed as he sent her a quick text saying he was okay but he couldn't call right now. He'd have hell to pay for it later but no doubt she'd eventually understand.
"So, uh, those hunters I was telling you about," Sam began, changing the subject.
"The ones like family," Dean said with a raised brow.
"Yeah," he said and pointed to the door, "They're actually here."
Sam led Dean into the adjoining room where two men, one dark haired, the other blonde, and one woman were standing around. They all turned to him and he looked around, assessing them.
The woman came up to him and stared at him with a smirk on her face. She had dark hair and ordinary features. There was nothing special about her at first glance but she held a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"Hey," she said.
"Hi," Dean replied, remaining unphased.
"My God, you have delicate features for a hunter," she said in an almost mocking tone.
"Excuse me?" Dean asked in offense.
"Dean, Gwen Campbell," Sam said, introducing them to end the awkwardness she didn't seem to notice.
"Good to finally meet you. Sam's gone on and on."
"And this is Christian... and Mark. Campbell," he said pointing from the dark haired man to the blonde.
"Hi," Mark said casually.
"Cam-Campbell? Like..." he trailed off. He always thought outside of Addy, Sam was the only family he had left.
"Like your mom," Christian said.
"Third cousin, "Sam said and pointed to Gwen then Christian," Third cousin," he moved on to Mark, "Something, something twice removed. They grew up in the life, like Mom and like us."
"I thought all of Mom's relatives were gone. And I'm sorry. It's just, you know, why didn't we know about any of you?"
"'Cause they didn't know about you. Not until I brought you all together."
The voice was familiar and that's what made Dean turn to see the grandfather yellow eyed killed waltzing into the room as if it had never happened.
"Samuel?" Dean asked, looking him over.
"Guys, give me a second with my grandsons here, please," he said, addressing Mark, Gwen, and Christian.
Dean continued to stare at his grandfather.
"Lot of resurrections in your face today. It's all right. Take a minute," Samuel said gently.
"It's gonna take a little more than a minute. I mean, what the hell? H-how did this happen?"
"We're guessing whatever pulled Sam up pulled me down. So, whatever this is, we're both a part of it."
"But you don't know what that is," Dean stated rather than asked.
"Bingo," Samuel said.
"And you have no leads? Nothing? Well, this-this is, uh... No more doornails coming out of that door, is there?" Dean asked, not sure how to ask.
"As far as we know, it's Samuel, and it's me," Sam answered.
"Okay, am I the only one here that thinks that this can't all just be fine?" Dean asked in growing panic.
"Believe me, you're not, "Samuel answered," I wanted to come get you, of course. Sam was adamant about leaving you out, so we did. Until this."
"Right. So, then you ended up in my garage how?"
"I got hit before you did, few days ago. Dosed up with poison," Sam explained.
"By?" Dean asked.
"Couple of djinn."
"Djinn? I thought those were cave-dwelling hermit-type. That's pretty exotic."
"Not anymore, at least. These...look like regular people. They can blend in. And all they got to do to kill you is touch you. Their toxins get in your system, all of a sudden you're hallucinating your worst nightmares, and pretty soon you O.D."
Dean held back a shiver, "Well, then how are you breathing air?"
"Samuel had a cure."
"You got a cure for djinn poison?" Dean asked in both awe and skepticism.
"Oh, I know a few things. Stick around, I'll show you tricks your daddy never even dreamed of," Samuel said and Dean stiffened at the mention of their father.
He brushed it off, "Okay, why are these things after us?"
"Well, you did stake one a while back," Samuel said.
"After they came after me, we were pretty certain that they were gonna go gunning for you next," Sam said.
"Damn it," Dean said under his breath.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"This thing could go after Addy," he said, running his hand through his hair in panic.
"It's all right. I already sent someone over there to watch her," Samuel said, attempting to calm him down, "Besides from what Sam told me about this girl I'm sure she can handle herself."
"Yeah well she knows I tend to forget that," Dean said, "We have to get going now."
SUPERNATURAL
Addy sat on the couch, bouncing her leg up and down as she stared at the text message Dean had sent her.
I'm safe. Stay inside. I'll explain when I get home.
She was a mix of fury and anxiety. If he thought that just because she'd spent a year without her gun in her hands he could just take off without her than he was very, very wrong. At the same time, she was terrified he was hunting on his own. He'd said he was safe but that didn't necessarily mean he wasn't hunting. She got up and began pacing again, holding her phone.
Missouri, her mother, and Megan were still working on the locator spell. She couldn't help but think it would go so much faster if she used her powers. Ever since she'd found out about it, she was greatly relieved but there was a small part of her she felt she no longer had. She wouldn't admit it but deep down, she felt useless.
She took a deep breath and walked to their room. She stood in front of the bed and slowly sunk to the ground. She lifted up the bed skirt and pulled out a small wooden box so far in the corner it was invisible unless you were looking for it. With a deep breath, she sat cross legged and slowly opened the box to reveal a silver chain with two rings on it. One was gold and the other was silver. The gold one was the ring belonging to Lilith and the silver was the promise ring Sam had given her.
When he'd given it to her, it had been a symbol of their relationship. A literal promise that one day they would be with each other completely. After they'd broken up, it seemed to mock her because it was how she wore her protection sigil after Lilith had mangled her tattoo with a knife. She'd gotten it redone but she still kept the ring. It was the only thing she had to hold onto Sam. In the end, they weren't in love with each other but they did love each other. They were family and while she had her mother, cousin, aunt, and Dean, she couldn't help but feel like it wasn't complete.
This life with Dean was great. Deep down she'd always wanted this but her powers were always holding her back. Now that they were almost useless she was sure she'd be able to do this and most days she could. Most days she did it with a genuine smile on her face, but some days it was hard. She was a hunter in the wrong environment and she was desperately trying to make up for it.
Deciding that sulking wasn't going to help anything, she got up and grabbed their mail box key on the way out of the apartment. Locking the door behind her, she made her way down the hall and to the elevator.
"Hold the elevator!" someone yelled and she thrust her hand out in between the rapidly closing doors just as a curly haired woman rushed inside.
"Thank you so much," she said breathlessly.
"No problem," she replied, pressing the button for the ground floor, "Going down?"
"Yeah, same place," she said with a small smile.
She returned the smile with a curt nod and went back to checking her phone.
"I'm Candice," she said, sticking out her hand.
Addy took it and shook it quickly, "Addy."
SUPERNATURAL
Dean rushed inside the apartment. The hunter sent to "watch" Addy was dead in the parking lot and he didn't care if she could kick ass or not. He was panicking.
"Addy!" he yelled out into the apartment, "Addy!"
There was no answer as he ran through the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and both bedrooms screaming her name.
"Oh God no," he mumbled, calling her number just as the front door opened and she stepped inside with his back to her.
"Dean," she said in confusion and he spun around, dropped his phone, and scooped her into his arms.
"Where the hell have you been?" he asked in relief, cradling her close.
She pushed him away, slamming mail down on the kitchen counter, "Downstairs getting the mail. The real question is where the hell have you been Winchester? You can't just run off like that with no explanation. I was scared shitless. What were you think-?"
"Addy, listen to me," he said, cupping her face in his hands, "Go pack a bag. Do the same thing for Megan and call your Mom and Missouri."
"What?" she asked in confusion with wide eyes, "Where are we going? What the hell's going on?"
"Oh look who decided to show up."
They both turned to see Megan standing in the doorway.
"Not now, Megan," Dean ordered, "Pack a bag. We need to go. I'll explain on the way there."
"Or you can explain now," Addy said, crossing her arms.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Megan asked accusingly, "She was worried sick. How could you just go run off hunting? Do you have any idea how upset she was?"
"Megan stop," Addy pleaded, "I'm sure he has a good reason and if he needs us to pack then-"
"No!" Megan said angrily, "It's already starting. He's dragging you back down."
"I'm dragging her to safety," Dean countered, "Now can we get moving!"
"No, you know what," Megan yelled, grabbing Addy by the arm, "She's not going anywhere with you and neither am I. I refuse to let you bring her back into this."
"Megan, trust me if I had a choice I wouldn't do this but we need to go," he replied, pulling Addy towards him.
"We can protect her just fine here," Megan said with narrowed eyes, "Now take your shit and leave if you're so eager."
"I'm not going anywhere without-"
"Both of you stop it!" Addy yelled, her head pounding from their yelling, "Does anyone give a crap what I want to-"
She stopped dead in her words and stared at the doorway as yet another person entered the space. She was sure she was hallucinating. The glue fumes from the daycare had finally gotten to her because there was no way Sam Winchester was actually standing there.
"Sam?" she whispered.
He looked to Dean, "Sorry, I tried to stay out of it but you sounded like you needed some help."
Dean sighed next to her, "Addy, we need to talk."
"Oh, no," Megan said, pointing from Sam to Dean, "No way in hell. Both of you get out and stay out. This is worse than I thought. We are not going anywhere with you two."
Addy couldn't take her eyes of Sam, "You're alive."
"Hey Addy," he said with a small wave, "and yeah. I'm alive."
Her head spun as she stared at him.
"Addy, are you okay?" Megan asked, looking to her cousin who suddenly looked ill.
"I-" was all she managed to get out before she dropped to the ground. She heard the distant sound of her name being called over and over before she closed her eyes.