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The Impala sat at the front of the Institute, only one man was in it. A concerned man, a worried man, a man who had been sitting there boredly waiting for someone to show up; every few moments or so he'd look through the window as if something new was going to magically show up. Then he would look through his music collect; but wouldn't choose anything. It's as if he was just trying to distract himself from something.

God damn it, where is she? He wondered as he gritted his teeth, she said she'd been here hours ago. The green eyed man kept looking out the window, gripping the steering wheel, and changing the music as if trying to make time go by faster. But to him it only made it go by even slower and the worried feeling in his gut just got larger until it drove him to the point of picking up his phone, his finger pushed on the black buttons before pushing the green button, the dialing tone rang in his ear for a few moments, come on…pick up…pick up Addison!

"…hello," Addison said.

"Addy," he said as he took a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine Dean." She assured, "I just had to visit a few people."
Hearing her voice instantly relaxed him, her gentle tone allowed him to sit back in his leather seat and put his mind to ease. Dean's green eyes no longer held the worried gaze, it filled with joy and thankfulness that she wasn't hurt or in trouble, "Where are you?" He wondered as he looked once again out the car window curiously.

Without a reply the other car door opened and a woman hopped in. She wore a simple color patter, black and white-like all Shadowhunters. Except it didn't seem natural for her to ear those colors and Dean obviously confused why she was wearing those colors again, "Why the hell are you wearing that again?"

Addison looked at him and rolled her eyes as she buckled in, "Shut up,"

The truth is she wore it because this is what she wore before she had met Dean and Sam. Back then she had been just as ignorant about mundanes as all the other Shadowhunters were. She just thought they were weak and helpless, she thought that they were just trouble makers-which they are-but it's not their fault. Curiosity always gets better of all of them. Even she has to admit her curiosity has gotten her into some serious situations. But then she met them, the Hunter's as they called themselves, at first she only thought of them as a flight risk…but then they became so much more. They saved her, she saved them, and then one thing led to another and they just became like family.

Well actually they literally related now…it's a long story.

"Where are Sam and Mar-" Dean's lips caught Addison's in a surprise kiss. It was soft and sweet, gentle and caring. As she always did, Addison kissed back deepening the kiss. Dean's hands tangled themselves in Addison's long luscious brown hair. They lost track of time while together at that moment; but both of them pulled away before it went any farther then it already had. Both of them had to regain their composer before turning on the Impala.

But even as they left, both of them agreed in their minds, they were each other's pain killer in more ways than one.

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The happy couple walked side by side and held hands as cliché as it is. They laughed and giggled, even though it was mainly against their normal serious natured sides to do so. But their smiles weren't faked; they were as genuine as they emotions towards each other were. Each flirtation and romantic gesture was true and authentic. When they finally made it to their motel room again they kissed.

Magical was a word to describe the feeling. It was like floating on cloud nine and dancing amongst the stars at night. The feeling was equivalent to the adrenaline rush of jumping off a cliff. The world suddenly was a million miles away and all of their problems were gone with it. Addison forgot about her issues with Joseph, Dean was with her now and she wasn't going to waste it like she had before. Dean on the other forgot about his promise to his father, he forgot about his need to protect Sam and his responsibilities as a hunter. And for one moment, a single moment they forgot that they lived in a messed up world.

That was until Sam opened the door, "Geez, is Mary not enough for you two."
They stepped away from each other; but the smiles on their face didn't fade away. Dean went in first, "You're just jealous," he said as he went in the room.

Sam sighed and looked at Addison, "How do you put up with him?"

She chuckled as she stood up on her tippy toes and placed a kiss on his cheek, "He's not always 'the big brother'." Sam stepped aside and allowed her in first. She slowly made her way into the short hallway of the nicely made hotel room. It had been awhile since she had been in one of these, sure she traveled with Winchesters-but all of the hotels-mostly motels were rundown, barely cleaned, and you could bet a salary that someone had been murdered in each room or at least the basement.

Here it was pleasant, the room didn't stink of smoke or unclean sheets; and bed sheets weren't covered in dust…hoping that it is dust; the floors had no remnants of the previous tenants of the room. There was a T.V on top of the plastic looking wood that also contained a coffee maker and a stainless steel mini fridge. There were two queen sized beds, each had a neutral color, black and white, "Daddy," a childish voice said.

The voice came from a four year old girl, she had shoulder length dark blonde hair; her eyes were green just like her parent's. They sparkled with blue highlights when the light hits them right. It's quite a beautiful sight and mesmerizing too. She was going to be tall too, just like her Uncle Sam. But also kind and caring, like the mother's each of them had…even if they can't remember what it was like having one.

"Hey kiddo," Dean smiled as he picked up the girl, "have you drove Uncle Sammy mad yet?"

Sam chuckled as he folded his arms and leaned against the pale white wall, "No-unlike you, she's actually agreeable." Addison chuckled at the brothers bickering. She had gotten used to it a few months in while traveling with them. At first she just thought it was childish and annoying; but then it became amusing and sometimes she enjoyed jumping in and teasing them.

"I wouldn't say that," Addison chuckled thinking back to a few moments.

"You're a biased point of view." Sam pointed out.

"Is that what they taught you at Stratford?" His friend wondered, "Or are you just that good at deducing Sherlock?"

Sam rolled his eyes as he sat down at the small wooden desk in the far corner, "At least I can say I went to college."

"But you didn't finish," Addison said, "I did, I've been to college and finished it-several times."

Not wanting to admit defeat Sam just sat there and didn't reply; but Addison could see that he had no rebuttal for this argument. But she also knew why he stopped college and why he continued to help his brother hunt demons. He could have stopped it-if he was the man he was today…but it wasn't his fault, Addison would've ignored the signs too. She would have wanted her life to stay as normal as it was…but it wasn't ever normal to begin with.

"She isn't in Hell if it makes you feel any better." Addy informed and they believe her. Sam did, Addison was his rock. He could always count on her to be there or for her to pick up the phone. She would listen with open ears and arms; it didn't matter where she was who or she was with, Addison never turned anyone she cared about away.

Wait-and before you ask, yes-yes she did say Hell.

"I see the spell I used is working." The mother informed referring to the eyes of her daughter.

Sam nodded, "Yeah, no one was able to see the mark." The daughter didn't say anything; she didn't really care to be honest. It was all just something to keep her mother happy-but it's not that her mother didn't like her normal cat like eyes, it was that eyes like that are viewed down upon in the human community…and the supernatural community…and the Shadowhunter community. So her mother thought she'd spare her of the stares she had when she was a kid, "Who taught you that?"

"My brother," she replied, "He doesn't use it much, only when he's around mundanes."

"I thought you promised you wouldn't use that word anymore." Dean said as he covered the ears of his young daughter, "I don't want her saying it."

"Only when referring to you," Addison corrected, "and besides Mary doesn't even know what it means."

Mary Celine Rosner Winchester, Addison had named her after Dean's late mother who had passed away when he was four, her middle name was Jace's mother, Celine, she had known her for most of the mortal's life. Addy met her after the woman joined Valentine's little crusade. She was the kindest person Addison knew. May she had been apart of an evil mastermind's clique-yes, but she paid the price in the end. She died and he son fell into the hand of that monster and there was no way for Addison to save him without being killed herself or worse. Addison already lost a husband due to Valentine; she refused to loose a son too.

"Anyway, I'm going to take a shower, then I have to head back to the Institute." Addison informed, "You know when to call me."

"When will you be back?" Dean wondered as he put his daughter down and went to lightly grab the wrist of his…Fiancé-wife-lover…it's sort of all those things at this time. His green eyes had a protective look to them; he didn't want to let her go. He wanted to protect her even more then he did Sam.

"In the morning," she informed looking out the darkened window, night had just begun to settle, "I'll call you first thing, ok?" Dean nodded as gave her a light kiss on her red lips and let her go and watched her walk out the door; but she looked back and gave all three of them a soft smile and wave goodbye.

…

"I'm back," Addison said as though if it were good news, "not that all of you are happy to see me." She pointed out looking at Isabelle and Alec, those two were on Joseph's side of this battle; which she didn't seem care. As long as they spoke to her, she'd be happy. That's all she wanted…she wanted to talk, "I know that Joseph had put you up to this code of silence thing-but seriously…say something, do something," Addison begged as she went up to Izzy, "hit me, scream at me, throw me, stab me-I'd prefer if you didn't do the last thing, but if it'll get you talking just don't hit any major organs, k?" Again they didn't reply which hurt her slightly; all the things she wanted to say-all the thing she wanted to tell-she'd say it all if all they would do was ask.

But of course they didn't; all they know is one side of the story. If they bothered reading the whole book or flipping the coin, maybe they'd understand, maybe they'd get why she left, why she had to leave. If it had been her choice she would have stayed, she would have without a second thought…but she didn't have that option, "Come on," Addison pleaded as she went over to Alec who had been looking through on the books on the table, "Alec-"

"You're a terrible mother." He said without any remorse whatsoever, his blue eyes left no trace of guilt of the words he had stated or the insult he had thrown at her. Those words struck her heart with full force, shattering it into a million pieces. All of the times she had come back and saved them, all of the times she had watched from a distance-that time she went to Hell for him. That wasn't enough for him or them. It wasn't enough for Joseph to slay her emotions with that icy glare; but he had to tell everyone else what he thought of her.

"I guess I was." Addison admitted as she held her breath trying to hold back the tears pooling in her eyes, "I guess I was a terrible mother." Her voice cracked at that last part. Terrible mother, those words reverberated off the inner walls in her skull. You were a terrible mother, each time she repeated it to herself it just made her broken glass heart, or what remains of it, shattered without anyone able to pick up the peaces, "But you have no idea how hard it was to stay away," the mother informed, "I guess if it makes you feel any better, I've gone Hell and back for him." Addison wasn't speaking metaphorically when she said that, she had been to hell for him. She gave up her soul and got mutilated by hellhounds just so that Joseph could live again. The memory of it sent chills down her spin, she hadn't talked about Hell since the day she and Dean finally admitted what happened down there. And she promised ever since that moment, she would never talk about it again as so as there is still a breath in her body.

"We all have," Izzy replied, not making Addison feel any better, "not that you were here to know about it any way."

Addison sighed as she muttered under her breath, "I've saved your asses so many times, I've lost count." Nobody heard her, only she knew what she said; only she knew the truth. The mother may had been away, but she never one stopped thinking about her son or the others. Every time she woke up and went to sleep she'd worry about if they had gotten hurt or killed on a hunt. Every time she saw them, she felt joy and happiness. It relived her to know that they were alright-but it's not they ever cared to know or bother, Addison started walking towards the large exit; but stopped and looked back, "Tell me when you start acting like the grown ups you are and not the kids I knew you were."
As Addison left she thought as if she were back in Hell. No family to turn to, no son to look after, no friends to hold her, and no one to help her. To be honest, Addison preferred Hell to whatever life this is. At least there she knew what was going to happen, the pain she felt she could recover from. It was only physical pain and even that she was partially immune to by now. But the pain in her chest only caused her misery and there was no way of healing it.

As she left the room she tried to control herself; but she had held back these tears ever since she had left. Sure she had cried plenty of times while with Dean and Sam, ones of pure happiness and ones of pure despair. She had been there when each of Winchesters had died and even died with one and came back with one. They had been through everything together, thick and thin, death and life. Together they were more of family then any of their blood relatives.

When Addison got to her room she took a deep cleansing breath…which didn't help her at all. More tears just came out, her son thought that about her. He thought she was terrible. He thought that she was failure. She had tried to be there for him…but it was too dangerous. Any man with the want for money was after her at that time. She couldn't drag him into that world; everyone had to think she didn't care. They had to think she was running away otherwise they would come after him. She refused to risk his life for hers.

"Addison," a familiar voice said.

She turned around to see an angel, her favorite angel-even after all of his mistakes. The Shadowhunter still saw the good in him. The man was tall-not as tall as Sam but tall in his own way. He had black hair and kind, yet confused sky blue eyes. He wore a trench coat and a suit; the things his vessel had worn when he had possessed him. But the soul of his vessel has long since passed on to Heaven, "Cas," Addison said relived to see him, without asking she embraced him; but it wasn't him who needed a hug. It was her, she needed someone to hold her; "It's nice to see you again."

Castiel looked slightly confused. There were tears in her eyes-was she crying? "Addison," he said as he cocked his head and squinted his eyes slightly, "are you crying?"

The Shadowhunter shrugged as she sat down on the plush bed, "No…yes-well I was-still am sorta." Addison informed as she wiped off her sad tears, "My day has just been..."

"Difficult," Castiel finished as he walked towards her, "is there anything I can do?"

The grey green eyed woman sighed as she raked her hands through her hair, "No, I'm afraid you can't heal this Cas." She looked at him and a confused gaze appeared in her eyes, "What are you doing here Cas, I don't remember praying to you."

"Do you wish me to leave?" Cas wondered.

"No," Addison responded a bit too quickly as she got up, "please-stay." By her word Castiel knew something was wrong. She never really talked to him about feelings or anything because he never really understood humans. He was constantly learning new things about the modern human race. Like what they take pleasure in and how they speak, in fact she had taught him many things. Addison taught him, like not to have extreme candor. She was no scared to tell him how much things had changed or how wrong or ridiculous he was acting. But never mistaken she cared for him deeply, Castiel was like a brother to her. Sure he could be a little annoying sometimes; and is sometimes too innocent for his own good. But she loves him, and always will.

"What's wrong Addison?" Castiel wondered now concerned.

Addison sighed as she sat on the bed, Castiel followed her and looked at her as he tried to figure out a way to fix the situation she was in, "My son…Joseph-well it wasn't exactly Joseph this time. Alec and Isabelle…they haven't exactly forgiven me for leaving Joseph here for half of his childhood." Their faces are what bothered her, cold and unforgiving, they didn't care if she got hurt. They didn't care if their words broke her heart and threw away all chances of repairing it.

"Have you not told them why you had to?" He wondered, Castiel knew the reason why she had left her son. He knew that it was hard for her. Addison always talked about him, told the same stories over and over again; but sometimes he thought those stories were for here to hear, for her to remember, for her to hope that she did the right thing.

The Shadowhunter shook her head, "No…how can I tell them anything when they think I'm a careless mother who doesn't care about her son," the green eyes woman sighed again, "besides; I'm not really sure they'd listen to me."

They wouldn't, not unless she made them or screamed at them. Alec and Izzy were stubborn and loyal, she couldn't force them to like her or listen to her. All Addison could do was sit back and wait for them.
"Oh," the angel said, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Addison stated, "it's not your fault I'm in this situation. I dug my own hole and now I have to dig myself out."

"I do not understand," he admitted, "why would you dig a hole to just dig yourself out of it?"

The Shadowhunter chuckled as she lay down and studied the boring ceiling above her, "It's a figure of speech Cas; it means I've created a problem that I now I must solve." The problem was her son's uneasiness to trust her. She had left him and now she had come back for more then just a night. Alec and Isabel were going to be harder to convince, they were the ones that she had to prove herself to. Maybe someday they'll let her back into their hearts, but until then she won't stop trying. But how long will it take for her to win back their trust, will she have to out live them just as she did their parents?

"Oh," the blue eyed angel replied looking down at her, she was pretty-he had to admit that-but the angel felt not sexual attraction to her. He was indifferent to what the humans called 'love'. The only thing he could count on was the Winchesters and her. They had been the only constant in his life since he arrived on Earth; all the other angels had and still hate him. But a few of them understood his choices and respected his choices, "have you tried to talk to Joseph?"

"Once," Addison informed, "but the only reason he spoke a word to me was because he thought I was someone else."

But Addison didn't know it hurt Joseph just as much as it damaged her. He wanted to forgive her; but he couldn't find the courage to do so. Her son was with Jace and the others inside the infirmary looking over a girl, a young girl. The girl's hair was flaming red, a few freckles on her face, and a fresh ruin on her arm put there by Jace. Apparently she had been attacked by a demon, Isabelle and Alec thought she was going to die. She was nothing more then a mundie, a human-no humans survive the mark and a demon bite. But miraculously she was still alive, feverish and looked like death warmed over, but still alive.

Every time he looked at her, he couldn't help but think of the faint memory or seeing his morning mother hold his father in her arms. The salty tears running down her face and her shaky voice singing him to his death, the only thing he remembers clearly of that night was his mother holding him, her son, and whispering to him that everything was going to be ok. But he can never remember his father's face while he died, every time he tried everything went hazy. He can remember the funeral and the City of Bones, he can remember every time his father smiled or laughed. Everything, the tears, the hugs, the 'life talks', walking him to school, learning the ruins, everything-but he can't remember the day he died.

Joseph's mother never talked about it. She always commented on how lucky he was to say he couldn't remember. Because she could, every little detail, all of her mistakes and wrong doings, she could have saved him and she knew it. That was the thing that infuriated her son, why didn't she save him? She has saved and looked after everyone else…but she couldn't look after her own husband. The son never told his mother that he blamed her for his fathers death, he blamed her for everything that had happened that night. But he never had the heart to tell her, because he could see it in her eyes that she already blamed herself.

"What are you thinking about it?" Izzy wondered.

Caught off guard he had to replay her question in his mind again in order to find an answer, "Hm-nothing…just stuff."

"It's your mother isn't it?" She pointed out.

Joseph sighed as he looked away. His adoptive sister may be younger then him; but she was always protective over him. Isabelle, just like him and the others, didn't know the truth behind the disappearance of Addison. To them it was a lack of wanting of responsibility when it was the exact opposite. Everything they thought was on a biased opinion, but so was Addison's-she thought she was doing the right thing when she left and she knew the repercussions, but she did it anyway.

"You shouldn't forgive her." Izzy said as though it were a command, "She left you."
"But she came back!" Joseph pointed out, "and she didn't hide this time."

"But for how long?" Isabelle wondered, "How do you know after your birthday she'll just leave and never come back?" The black headed girl had a point; his mother didn't have a good track record of staying in one place for more then a few years. When Joseph was a child every three years they seemed to be going to a new place that had new problems. Not that Addison wanted to, it was just the life of a Shadowhunter, and you go where the job takes you. Even thought Addison wasn't apart of the Clave; her husband on the other hand was-and she followed him everywhere-which means so did Joseph. So much so Joseph was fluent in French, German, Spanish, and dabbled in Italian. He still kept in contact with those friends in there-but not as much as he wishes it would, "How many birthdays' has she missed? How many more will she miss?"

"I know she's missed a lot." Joseph informed, "But-"

"No buts," Isabelle cut off, "This isn't like mom and dad going to Idris for a month or so-it's leaving to the Angel knows where!" Everywhere, Addison had gone everywhere, all the way across the United States, to Mexico, Canada, Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory. She had been to places that still haunt her dreams at night. And she did it all…she did it all to see to it that her son was safe and out of harms way. But all those stories, all those adventures she had, all those monsters she killed…all of them reside in her memory waiting to be told but no one to ask her to tell them.

The boy's mother stood outside listening in to their conversation and as she did her fractured heart broke even further, "Why are you listening to this?" Castiel wondered noticing her fragile state.

"Because he won't talk to me otherwise," she said, her voice cracked.

"It's hurting you." Cas pointed out, "come on-we should go." His strong, yet delicate hands gripped her wrist lightly as he tried to get her to leave. Addison pulled away and stayed at the door that was barely cracked open to hear the conversation inside. The angel sighed as he looked at her concerned, "Addison you did what you could. Joseph just hasn't realized it yet."

"He's a kid." Addy defended, "And besides, he's as stubborn as his grandfather, I wouldn't be surprised if that as soon as I left he regrets not talking to me." That's true Richard was less than agreeable when it came down to trying to talk. It took her two years just to get him to say something nice about her. Then on the day he died…well murdered to be precise-she was the only one there. She was the last person to see him alive and the person to hear his last words.

"I'm sorry about how…how I treated you." Richard said as Addison cradled the dying man in her arms. He was bleeding to fast, there was no way to heal him, "I-I'm just a…just a stubborn old man." The old man coughed and scarlet blood rolled down his lips and dripped down his already blood soaked cloths, he had gotten pale, deathly pale in less then five minutes. Addy didn't have time to get him back to Idris or the academy; he would have died by the time she got there. All she could do was hold him and wait for him to his brown eyes to close and become lifeless, she had to wait for his slow heart to stop beating, and then she had to wait for his breathing to stop. It seemed to last an eternity, him just lying there coughing up blood, "D-David," he coughed once more, "is a…a lucky man."

"You don't need to apologize." Addison said as she moved his held his head, "I never blamed you for how you treated me; neither did David." He was fading, he could barely hear he speak, but he could see her worried eyes, filled with concern and regret. The old man took a bullet for her; she should have died-not him.

"I-I do…" Richard pointed out as he slowly moved his hand to her delicate face, "Y-you aren't a mon…ster." The words he spoke became slurred and harder to pronounce and hear; but Addison never looked away, he needed her now more then ever. For once in his life he was finally ready to talk, "You're…a Shadowhunter…you're not…not your father." The corners of his vision began to blur but he fought it, he fought it with all the willpower he had left in him, "You may have demon blood in you…b-but…but you'll always be…one of us." Then the weariness of death washed over him. The horsemen had seen him suffer enough, he allowed him to say his final thoughts and had knelt down to kill him as he said, "Tell David-" but he never got to say what he wanted to say, Death killed him and he appeared next to him, "Why?"
 "She already knows." The horsemen assured as he glanced towards the reaper who was supposed to guide him to the after life. She gave a nod looked at him. The man was barely halfway through his fifties-which was considered old for his kind. A Shadowhunter barely lives to thirty let alone fifty. Only the ones who don't hunt can see that age…unfortunately he was a hunter and the job catches up with you after awhile.

"He was a good man though." Addison said, "All the way up until the end...hopefully Joseph will gain some of his characteristics." She looked at the blue eyed angel once more and tried to get him to tell the truth, "Tell me Castiel why are you here?"

"Dean sent me," he informed, "he wanted to make sure you got back her alive."

Addison chuckled, "Alive-I'm a Shadowhunter, I can take care of myself."
The dark haired angel looked at her disbelievingly, "Without your death toll, I am less than convinced."

"Yeah-but in my defense being around the Winchesters death is kind of the normal." She pointed out, which was true. Almost everyone…well everyone really that has entered the Winchester's has died. John, Bobby, Mary, Jo, Meg, and Adam, nobody seemed to stay alive for long periods of time around the brothers. Even the brother themselves have died more times then they can count or remember. But most of the time Addison followed them into the great beyond…not that it was great-but they always came back. She always came back-but she knew that one time maybe she won't come back, maybe one day she'll go and be gone forever while Sam, Dean, and Cas are back here on Earth fighting the long war.

"They are vampires here," Castiel stated, "and they are attacking the humans."

"Ok-do you know where they are?" Addison wondered, the Shadow honestly didn't care for vampires…werewolves she could stand, warlocks, witches, ghosts on occasion. But vampires she didn't mind to kill every once in a while, sure she had a few friends that had been turned or turned before she knew them…well and Dean was one for a few days. But that's different, they were friends and were careful of who they drank from and had learned to control their bloodlust. These monsters on the other hand didn't care, they didn't follow the rules of the Clave, they broke them all the time-they just never got caught while doing it.

"I'm still looking where they are hiding." Cas informed, "Just be careful Addison."

"No promises Cas," Addison said, "But I'll pray to you if I get to something that I can't handle."

"Addy who are you talking to?" Jace wondered. Castiel didn't teleport away because he didn't entirely trust the Shadowhunters, they were Azazel's creation but he knew their kind. He had grown out of the shell he was in when he became a friend to the Winchesters.

"My friend," she said not turning back, "would you like to meet him?" Without reply the golden blonde haired boy came to her side, arms crossed and scanned the angel in front of him. Addison had talked about Jace whenever she got bored, his golden eyes, his hair and tattoos. She talked about the bird she got him for his birthday after his father had killed the other one. She would talk about seeing him kill demons and what she was going to get for his next birthday. Sometimes she just talk to herself, as though she were trying to remind herself of when Jace was just a boy, innocent to the monsters of the world. But his innocence didn't last as she hoped it would.

"Jace meet Casiel, Cas, meet Jace."

Castiel nodded, "Hello,"

"How did you get in here?" Jace asked.

"He teleported," Addison informed causally as though it was a normal thing.

"Through the Five-dimensional portal," Jace assumed, "Is he a Shadowhunter?"
The woman next to the boy laughed as she looked at him, "Not exactly," her green eyes looked towards the angel as she tried to conceal her amusement, "Cas, care to explain what you are to the boy?" Castiel didn't understand why Addison was getting such a kick out of him being an angel. Jace is part angel-what's the big deal?

"I'm an angel of the Lord." The dark haired angel informed.

The golden eyed boy looked at Addison as if to say, are you kidding me? Jace didn't believe in any religion. He believed in what he could see and he has never seen an angel before in his life, he's seen demons before. Many demons, too much for one lifetime-but this must be a joke. This-this man can't be an angel, "Very funny," Jace stated dryly.

"I do not understand." Castiel informed, "How is that funny?"

"He doesn't believe in angels." Addison stated.

"I believe in what I can see." Jace corrected.

"What, he doesn't look like an angel?" The brown haired woman wondered, "He's an angel in a trench coat." Dean always liked to call him a baby in trench coat-but they only refer to him like that when he isn't around or tuned into his angel radio.

"No," Jace pointed out, "he doesn't have any wings."
"I do have wings." Castiel said, "You just can't see them."

"He does, they are beautiful." Addison informed, on occasion she could see them. When the sun is at its highest and is shining down on him; you can see their coal colored shade through the rays of sunlight. You can see the outline of magnificent size, big enough to send him up into the azure sky and zooming through the plush white clouds; but they didn't drag behind him as he walked. They were perfect for him.

Addison turned to the angel, "Cas, why don't you go back to Dean. I know he's been worried about you-Sam too." She placed a caring hand on his shoulder, "Mary too,"
"I know," he replied, "I can hear their prayers."

"Prayers," repeated Jace disbelieving.

"Yes-he's an angel after all." Addison pointed out, "I'll talk to you later Cas."

"Goodbye Addison," the trench coated man stated as he disappeared in less then a blink of an eye. Him leaving left a smile of amazement on Addison's face as she looked up as if she was watching him leave, "What the hell was that?" Jace wondered pointing at where Castiel was standing.

"An angel zapping somewhere," stated his adoptive 'mom', "have you not been listening to a single word I've been saying?" There was a condescending tone to her voice as if she expected him to believe her, "What, you don't believe me?"

"No," Jace pointed out, "What the hell have you been for the past eight years?"

"Oh here, there, no where, everywhere," Addison informed, in short she had been across the united states, she's been beyond the devil's gates, on the rack, above the clouds, and she's been where the monsters go when they die. In some cases it's a case of 'when' more then where, then there were parallel dimensions and that sort of stuff.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'll tell you later-it's late." Addy said, "I should get going-I'm afraid Izzy, Alec, and Joseph can only stand me for a few hours at a time." She chuckled, "Tell them I say hi and I seek peace…I'll see you in the morning, ok?"

Jace nodded but didn't reply. Addison moved a strain of hair to his hear and then proceeded to kiss his forehead just like she'd do when he was smaller. Giving him an embrace she whispered in his ear, "Don't worry-I always come back, I'll always come to back to you." From there she left but she didn't see Joseph looking at her love Jace just like as if he were her son. Jealousy was a word for it, she always loved Jace; he had heard her talk about him all the time when he was kid. Why didn't she ever praise him like she did Jace? Why didn't she ever look at him the way she did Jace? That blonde arrogant boy has been more of son to her then he ever was in Joseph's mind but Jace never thought of it like that. Neither did Addison, she adored Joseph; every moment of her life has been for him. Jace was promise she made many years ago. He'll never replace Joseph-Joseph will always be her son.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Sam was already asleep and Mary had passed out a few hours ago. Addison, if she had not been her mother, could tell they were related. Unlike the young girl's father, she could sleep peaceful, she had nothing regret or monsters to fight. She was unscarred by the world around her so far. Dean on the other hand was an insomniac by other's definition, he barely slept four hours in two days and when he does dream the memories of his time in Hell and Purgatory. But on occasion he would dream of the time before being a hunter, when Sammy was just a baby and he was Mary's age. Sure his family wasn't perfect-but then again it never was.

But the brothers and Addison looked after each other, not one without the other. All of them at been to hell and back, and to be honest they all needed each other to stay grounded and not go insane. Taken that Sam had gone insane a while back, they took each other's mental state very seriously or as seriously as they want to take it.

"Hey," Addison whispered, "you alright?"

Dean gave her a soft chuckle before he gulped down the rest of his whiskey, "Yeah," he said, "you?"

She shrugged as she took off her black jacket that helped her blend into the dark night. "Ok," quickly she took another glass and poured the liquid in the cup, "hey Dean…"

"Yeah," the handsome green eyed man wondered looking at her concerned.

"Do you think I'm a terrible mother?" The words that came out of her mouth confused him and it wasn't because of the alcohol. Why would she say something like that? Who would say something like that to her? Anger and confusion bubbled up in him, who was the bastard that told her that she wasn't being a good parent? Addison was doing the best she could. She was doing better then John had, she wasn't raising her daughter or hadn't raised her son to become the killers John had.

"No," Dean said, "why would you think that?" The brown haired woman shrugged as she drank the contents of the glass. Addison was by no means a light weight, but that doesn't mean the whiskey didn't affect her. After two and a half glasses she had felt the buzz she had needed.

"One of the kids mentioned it," she said, the hurt in her voice registered in the hunter's ears, "just wanted to make sure I wasn't a completely failure." Her voice cracked as tears threatened to fall. The words Alec had said to her sill rang in her skull; you're a terrible mother, they still fractured her heart more and more. But that wasn't what bothered her the most; Alec had done it on purpose. He had ment to hurt her and he had no regrets and refused to apologize. She knew she shouldn't let it bother her…but was she really that bad? Was she really a terrible mother?

Dean had placed his glass down on the small study table where several hunting books before making the small walk over to Addison. His soft hand cradled her face gently. His caring grass colored eyes stared into hers and as clear tears started to drip down her face his long fingers them away, "You're an amazing mother." The man pointed towards their daughter, "Mary thinks so too…and so does Sam." But his argument was pointless so instead of trying to talk her out of crying, Dean pulled her into his chest and slowly petted her hair as her salty tears found refuge on his plaid shirt. He planted a soft kiss on the top of her head before tilting her head back and placing his lips on hers.

Addison could taste the alcohol on his breath as she kissed back, forgetting about her tears and pain. Her shaking hands that once contained her glass were now entangled once more in his short hair. Dean's hands knotted themselves in her long, rich hair that smelt of sweet strawberries.

A long story short, their…activities led them to another room separate from Sam and the young Mary's room, and after a few hours they finally fell asleep into their own dreams…nightmares…memories-which ever one makes them feel the most human that the time.

Addison remembered the first time met the Winchesters…well it was more like the Winchesters met her.

Hi, here's the end of the chapter. Hoped you liked it, I had a good time writing it. As promised, more of the Winchester boys and Castiel. I will explain how they met in the next chapter. Oh that's going to be fun, anyway-I'll see you guys later and remember, stay awesome my friends.-cupcakekiller12