"Where she walks, no flowers bloom
He's the one I see right through
She's the absinthe on my lips
The splinter in my fingertips
But who could do without you?
And who could do without you?
She's the sea I'm sinkin' in
He's the ink under my skin
Sometimes I can't tell where I am
Where I leave off and he begins."
-Birds of a Feather, The Civil Wars
After many days with the Winchesters hanging out at Bobby's place, I finally started to relax. Dean, Sam, and Bobby had promised me multiple times that they would not let anything happen to me. Cas even dropped by and tried to promise the same thing but I'd sent the Angel packing with a promise to tell Gabriel where he was. I'd then had to explain to the Winchesters about Gabriel, the trickster archangel and the chaos we had caused.
After five days I noticed that Dean and Sam were growing restless. I had been happy for the break and the chance to relax. I knew that Dean needed to move though, I'd felt the same way a lot, especially before the things that had happened in the last five years. I decided to look for a hunt and we ended up in Kansas City, Missouri at the Epperson House. After finishing the hunt we head to a motel. It's late but I can tell that Dean and Sam are feeling better after the hunt.
We left Adrasteia and Stygian at Bobby's despite my argument that the cat and dog are actually useful on a hunt. Dean's argument was that he didn't want any more cat hair than necessary in his car.
"Dr. Sexy?" I asked Dean later, he nodded. It had become a routine. No matter how late it was we always watched the show before going to bed.
Dean and I plopped down on one of the beds, both of us holding pillows on our laps, as Dean flipped through the channels on the crappy motel TV before finding what it was that we were searching for. Sam groaned on his bed and I stuck my tongue out at him before turning back to the show.
An hour later I slipped off the bed and went to the cot that had been set up in the middle. I laid down, trying to sleep, but after an hour of tossing and turning I got up and pulled my coat and boots on. I grabbed my brown satchel that I had left by the door. The satchel held my phone, a charger, two flasks of holy water, my wallet, and other necessities. Sam had sewn a small knife into one of the two smaller front pockets. I had bought it when Bobby and I had gone grocery stopping three days ago. I knew that with the Winchesters I would need to be prepared to leave whenever.
I slipped out the front door and went to the Impala. I loved the '67 Chevy, it had character that my old dodge neon would never have, which is why I hadn't bothered to pick it up from storage. I sat on the trunk of the car and pulled the holy water from the bag. After taking a drink I sighed and leaned back against the cold glass of the car.
I stayed like that for around twenty minutes before I heard a motel door open. I sat up and looked over my shoulder to see Dean standing just outside the motel with his coat and shoes on. He looked at me for a moment before walking over and lifting himself next to me on the trunk.
I laid back down and Dean joined me after a moment. We stayed like that in a comfortable silence for a long time until Dean spoke. His voice seemed to slide in the night like it belonged there and it didn't even startle me as many voices would have.
"I don't think I've ever been so comfortable with a person so quickly," Dean said and I turned to him with a smile.
"Me either," I agreed. And I really hadn't, even with Ellen and Jo it took me months to open up. With Dean, I felt like I could tell time anything and he wouldn't judge me. I wouldn't tell him everything though, probably not ever. I had secrets that I wanted to stay secret, as I was certain Dean did too.
"Wanna go for a walk?" I asked, jumping off the back of the Impala. Dean nodded and he jumped off too.
We walked for a while talking about everything and nothing and it was really nice to just talk. It was cold out and had started to rain when we decided to go back to the motel. I took my flask out and took a drink of the holy water before offering it to Dean, he declined politely.
"Why do you drink that stuff?" He asked and I gave him a rueful smile.
"I've spent the last five years with demons in me Dean. I know it's not nearly as bad as the time you spent in Hell," Dean started to speak but I interrupted him, "No, I know about your nightmares Dean. You don't scream but you do groan. I've woken up many times because of my own only to watch you have yours.
"I drink the holy water because it's purifying. Sometimes I wake up and I feel like the demons are still in me. It wasn't just Azazel Dean. Lilith, Meg, so many fucking Demons. The fact that I'm alive is a miracle. Most people die after 50 possessions. I-" I paused and took a deep breath, I was starting to panic. I lifted my flask shakily to my lips to take a drink.
Suddenly Dean's arms were around me and I leaned into him taking in the feel of his strong body and the smell of beer and pie and something that was so… Dean. I press my face into his chest and took deep breaths to calm myself down. After five minutes I stepped away, wiping the tears from my face.
"You know how some people are addicted to nicotine, or smoke Mary J, to calm themselves down? That's their drug of choice. My calming addiction just happens to be holy water."
Dean nodded and we went back to the hotel. I shed my coat and shoes and sat my satchel down by my bed so that I would be able to reach it. I told Dean good night then laid down in the cot closing my eyes.
What felt like minutes later but must have been hours I sat up on the cot when I heard the door to the motel room shut. Nothing should have been able to get in so that meant that one of the brothers had left. I looked around, noting that Sam was gone, then I heard the sound of wings.
I watched Cas sit on the edge of Dean's bed as Dean's eyes sprung open, he'd had another nightmare. The man sat up quickly and turned to Cas. The angel turned to regard Dean for a moment before speaking.
"Hello, Dean." Cas said, his voice deep, "And what were you dreaming about?"
"You get your freak on by watching other people sleep?" Dean demanded, "What do you want?"
"Listen to me," Cas said to Dean before turning to regard me, "You have to stop it. Both of you."
Cas moved from the bed and walked over to me, placing a hand on my head. The last thing I heard before I found myself on a bench leaning against Dean was Dean asking what we were supposed to stop.
"Move it, buddy. You can't sleep here" A cop said, apparently only seeing Dean. Though how to cop knew Dean was sleeping was beyond me. Since the cop was behind us and Dean was propped against me with his head on top of mine.
"Okay. Sleep where?" Dean grumbled waking up, I laughed.
"Anywhere but here." The cop replied before walking away.
"Perfect," Dean grumbled and I pushed him off of me.
Dean checked his phone and scowled as I pulled him up and dragged him over to the diner across the street. Upon entering Dean shook himself from my grip and walked over to the bar. I shook my head at him with a small smile.
"Hey, where the hell am I?" Dean asked the man sitting at the bar and I groaned, did he have to sound insane?
"Jay Bird's Diner," The man replied, looking at Dean like he was crazy. I took a seat on the other side of the man, hoping to explain away Dean's weirdness.
"Yeah, thanks." Dean said sarcastically, "I mean, uh, city and state."
"Lawrence, Kansas." The man replied and he glanced at me. I twirled my finger near my head and pointed at Dean and the man gave me a small smile. Dean glared at me until the man looked back at him.
"Lawrence," Dean repeated and I glanced at him, worried. I knew some of his history from my time with Azazel in my head.
"Are you okay, buddy?" The man asked Dean
"Yeah." Dean replied, not really paying attention, "Tough night."
"Hey, uh, coffee here, Reg." The man called to the worker behind the bar, "Two of them." I grinned.
"Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?" Dean asked and I glanced sharply at the phone in his hand. I took mine out and saw that I didn't have service either.
"The U. S. S. Enterprise?" The man joked and I laughed, putting my phone away.
"Thanks," Dean said sarcastically and I stood up and walked over to sit on the other side of Dean. I pretended that I was doing it to look out at the window but I don't think I fooled either of the men. I turned so that I was leaning against the counter looking back to take the offered Coffee gratefully. I didn't usually drink coffee as I didn't exactly like the taste but I needed the caffeine.
"Nice threads." Dean said to Reg who handed us our coffee, "You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?" Dean asked.
"Sonny and Cher broke up?" The man, the coffee angel, asked, confused.
Dean looked around, noting how everything looked vintage, even the people, just as I did the same. Dean looked back to the man and read over his shoulder. Dean saw something on the newspaper and he noticeably paled. I moved to glance at it too and frowned, the date on the paper read Monday, April 30, 1973. Dean and I shared a look, his confused mine angry. Castiel was messing with us.
"Hey, Winchester!" An older man called as he walked into the diner and all three of us turned to look at the man. Dean then looked between our coffee angel, as I was now calling him, and the man at the door. I looked between and the man. John Winchester, Dean's father, in his younger years. I felt my mouth drop, shocked. Castiel that sonuvabitch, was this what he wanted, Dean to stop Mary from making the deal that she made? I placed a hand on Dean's knee, whether to calm him or myself I wasn't sure.
"How you doin', corporal?" The man said to John
"Hey, Mr. D," John said standing and offering his hand to Mr. D.
"I heard you were back." Mr. D said taking the offered hand
"Yeah, a little while now," John said
"Good to have you home, john - Damn good." Mr. D said and I glanced at Dean, my hand still on his knee.
"Dad?" Dean breathed and I squeezed his knee. Dean shot me a look that I couldn't read, it looked like confusion or surprise but I wasn't sure, so I removed my hand.
"Say hello to your old man for me." Mr. D said, finally letting go of John's hand.
"You got it, Mr. D," John said before coming back over to the bar to grab his coffee, Dean stared at him the entire time. I saw how it unnerved John and I had to agree that unknowingly meeting your first born child before he was even born had to be pretty unnerving.
"Do we know each other?" John asked after a moment
"I guess not," Dean said awkwardly before turning away from John and taking a drink of his Coffee
"Take it easy, pal," John said, he paid for the coffee stood up and patted Dean on the shoulder. He shot me a smile before walking out of the diner.
"Yeah," Dean said lamely after John had left.
I turned to look at Dean then, noting how pale he was.
"Hey man, let's go see if Cas the Assgel can send us back to the future," I said, tentatively placing my hand on one of Dean's knees again.
Dean nodded with a small smile and we left the diner. Following John as I called to Castiel. "Cas you friggin' bastard, get your ass down here before I send it straight to the seventh circle of Hell."
John turned around a corner and we followed, almost running into Cas. "You can't do that without an angel's knife," Cas said, confused.
"What is this?" I asked gesturing to me, ignoring his comment. We both very well knew that I could hold my own against an angel.
"What does it look like?" Cas asked.
"Is it real?" Dean asked I hummed my impatience, of course, this was real.
"Very," Cas replied calmly
"Okay, so, what, angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did we get here?" Dean demanded
"Time is fluid, Dean." explained Cas, "It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion."
"Well, bend it back." Dean said, "Or tell us what the hell we're doing here."
"I told you." Cas said, "You have to stop it."
"Stop what?" I asked.
"Huh?" Dean asked, "What, is there something nasty after my dad?"
There was a squealing of tires and Dean and I looked over to see what happened. When we looked back Cas was gone. I swore and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Come on." Dean groaned, "What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!"
Dean and I decided that the best option was to continue down the road that John had gone down. Hopefully, we would run into John again. As luck would have it Dean spotted John in a used car dealership eyeing up a disgustingly designed van, the same kind of vehicle that the Scooby Gang drove. Dean looked over and his eyes bulged when he laid eyes on a '67 Chevy Impala. I knew that it was the one Dean had now and turned to look at Dean.
He wasn't there anymore though, he was in the dealership showing the Impala to John. I smiled before entering the lot and walking over to the two men, just as John introduced himself.
"John Winchester." John said, holding his hand out to Dean who took it, "Thanks."
"Dean Van Halen," Dean said and I groaned internally.
"Devin Ahearn," I added leaning around Dean, startling both men, "And thank you for the coffee this morning. I wouldn't have been able to handle Dean-o without it." I made the same gesture from earlier, circling my finger a bit from my head and point at Dean.
"I was in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?" Dean asked
"No kidding." John and I say at the same time.
"I've been hungover before, but, hey, I was getting chills in that diner." Dean said, "You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?"
"Nope." John said, popping the 'p'
"I swore I smelled something weird, too, you know? Like rotten eggs." Dean said and I actually groaned, drawing attention to myself again. "You didn't happen to smell any sulfur, by chance?"
"No," John said and Dean repeated the word.
"Have there been any cattle mutilations in town?" Dean asked again, I hit him on the back of the head. He grabbed the spot and glared at me, I stared pointedly back, an eyebrow raised.
"Okay, mister, stop it," John said getting creeped out by Dean.
"Yeah." Dean said offhandedly, "If only I knew what to stop."
"Listen, uh watch out for yourself, okay?" I said as Dean started to walk away. I lost track of Dean somehow and cursed. I ended up wandering for a while, having no way to contact him. I found a nice looking restaurant, I ordered water, telling the waiter I was waiting for my date to show up.
After a couple hours, I see John enter the restaurant with a blonde woman who must've been Mary, Dean's mom. I noted that John looked nervous, he was probably going to ask Mary for her hand in marriage or something equally cheesy. I watched them with a smile on my face and followed Mary as she excused herself from John. She headed outside which surprised me until I saw Dean looking through the window of the restaurant. Mary was a hunter, she knew Dean had followed them apparently.
"Why are you following us?" Mary asked as she spun Dean around and punched him. I smiled, Dean was getting his ass handed to him by his mom.
"Are you crazy?" Dean asked his mother who proceeded to beat Dean up.
"You've been trailing us since my house," Mary said, kneeing Dean in the stomach
"I don't know what you're talking about." Dean insisted
"Oh, really?" Mary asked landing another knee in Dean's stomach, Dean spins and holds Mary against the wall, restraining her arms as I walked up to them.
"Okay, how about we talk about this, huh?" Dean asked, glancing at me.
"Let me go!" Mary grunted and that's when Dean froze, seeming to notice something he backs up from Mary.
"Are you a hunter?" Dean asked.
No shit Sherlock. Of course your mama was a hunter.
I looked from Mary to Dean before deciding that Mary should get back to John. I grab Dean's shoulder and move him back a little further.
"Sorry 'bout him," I told Mary with a smile, "He's a little crazy. Get back to your date," I gave Mary a wink before I managed to spin Dean and push him away from Mary.
Once we're away from Mary I let go of Dean and stalked off to the car that Dean had somehow managed to get his hands on. Now that I wasn't watching Dean get beat up by his mother I was pissed at the man for leaving me behind earlier. I knew he didn't trust me completely and hell, I didn't trust him entirely either, but I expected just a tad more from him.
It wouldn't have bothered me if I'd had a phone. But we were in the past with no way to contact each other and frankly, I was more than a little nervous. What if something happened and we got stuck here. This was a place where Azazel was still alive. I didn't want to meet the Demon.
I really needed some holy water right now.
"Devin," Dean called to me and I turned around. I'm pretty sure I saw Dean flinch but I couldn't be positive.
"What," I barked.
"I'm sorry," Dean said and I blinked
"For what?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"I don't even know, honestly." Dean said, running a hand through his hair, "but I pissed you off and I really don't want you pissed at me."
I watched him for a moment, noting the sincerity in his eyes and the tone of his voice.
"You left me, Dean," I told him, "You just disappeared. I'm fine with you doing that on normal hunts," I was referencing the only hunt we'd done since I'd met him, he'd gotten a lead and I'd been sleeping so he and Sam had left. "I had a way of contacting you. But not here Dean. Not on hunts like this. And especially not if this involves your family."
I saw the hurt in Dean's eyes before he put his blank face on. "Sorry, Devin," Dean said again, his voice small.
"Me too, Dean. I did not mean it like that." I walked over to him and pulled the man into a hug, "Your mom is bad ass and your dad isn't half as bad as I thought he was. But Dean, if it involves your family it more than likely involves Azazel." I shuddered and Dean wrapped his arms around me, placing his chin on top of my head. I sighed after a moment and pulled away, "let's go meet your family," I said with a wink grabbing Dean's hand and pulling him to his car.
Dean grinned and opened my door for me before jogging around to the driver's side. We talk on the way to Mary's house. I told Dean some of the more mundane fears I had, such as acrophobia and a severe fear of flying. Dean tells me about a case he and Sam had done which called for flying with a possessed co-pilot and I hissed in sympathy.
We were still talking when Mary and John drove up to Mary's house. Dean and I quickly got out of the car and hid behind a tree as John drove up. Dean stepped out from behind the tree and I followed.
"Dean, right?" Mary asked Dean before looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm Devin Ahearn," I tell Mary with a smile, she returns it quickly before looking back at Dean, "I'm not sure you should come in."
"You can trust me." I elbow Dean, "you can trust us," he amends. "I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're - We're practically family." I take Dean's hand and squeeze quickly before letting it fall back to his side.
"The thing is, my dad, he's a little," Mary said trying to think of how to explain her overprotective father.
"Um oh, I got to meet him," Dean said
"You've heard of him?" Mary asked, surprised
"Clearly, not enough," Dean said with a smirk
Mary nodded and led the two off into her house. She nodded to her mom and led us to her father, Dean's grandpa. I watched as Mary's dad, Samuel Campbell, glanced at us before looking back to his paper.
"Dad, this is Dean Van Halen and Devin Ahearn." Mary introduced us, "They're both hunters"
"So, you're hunters?" Samuel asked Dean and I nod "Well, tell me something, Mr. Hunter - You kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?"
"Neither." Dean said, "You cut their heads off. So, do I pass your test?"
"Yep," Samuel said, popping the 'p', "but she hasn't. Ms. Hunter, how do you kill a demon?"
This question was too easy. I'd had demons in my head for five years, I knew multiple ways to kill a demon. "Well the easiest way to kill them is the Colt, then there's a knife that can kill them. Angels kill them with their angel mojo-" Samuel stopped me
"You failed, get out," Samuel growled. I glared back, popping a hip to the side and putting my hand on it.
"Sir, I don't believe you understand. I've had more experience with demons than hunters who die of old age. More than I care to remember. I know how to gank a friggin' demon."
"The Colt? Angels? Those are things of myths." Samuel said and I raised an eyebrow
"Don't all myths have an origin?" I asked, "And how can you know Demons exist and not believe in the possibility of Angels? Isn't that a little bit twisted? Believing in the bad but not the good?"
"Fine, you pass," Samuel conceded, I grinned, "Get out of my house."
"Dad!" Mary yelled, shocked by her father's actions.
"I don't trust other hunters, Dean." Samuel explained to us, I nodded, understanding, "Don't want their help. Don't want them around my family."
"Knock it off, Samuel." Mary's mother, Deanna, said coming into the living room from the kitchen, "They're hunters. Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I'm inviting them to dinner," He turned to us "You hungry?"
"Starving," Dean said and I nodded.
"Good." The woman replied, "I'm Deanna. You've met my husband, Samuel. Now wash up."
"Samuel and Deanna?" Dean asked Mary and I smirked, he was named after a woman, "Really?"
Mary nodded then led Dean and me to the bathroom to wash up before going to see if her mom needed help. In my opinion Mary was too trusting of us, not that we were going to do anything bad, but still.
I went first entering the small, homely bathroom. There were the typical ducky decorations. I finished washing my hands and switched places before I finally spoke, watching Dean closely.
"You okay?" I asked he looked at me while rinsing his hands, "I mean, meeting your parents again, I'm sure its… confusing?" my eyebrows scrunched together trying to think of a better word.
"I'm okay," Dean said gruffly and I nodded. His tone told me to drop it so I did.
"Let's get back, Samuel probably thinks we're doing some pagan ritual or some shit," I said with a grin. Dean smirked back and then led the way back to the kitchen.
When we made it back out to the kitchen there were five seats around a small table, one of them was a folding chair. Dean took that chair and I sat down in the other empty chair, across from Mary and next to Deanna.
"First time in Lawrence, Dean?" Mary asked after we had prayed and started eating.
"Well been a while." Dean replied after he swallowed the bite of food he had in his mouth, "Things sure have changed I think."
"What about you, Devin?" Deanna asked and I shrugged.
"I passed through here once a while ago," I explained vaguely
When I had 'passed through' Lawrence I had been possessed by Azazel and we had visited the psychic Missouri to find out where John Winchester was. Missouri told us and Azazel had let her live in order to go find John at the hospital that he was at. He'd left me right in front of Missouri. Needless to say, I was found within the week.
"You working a job?" Samuel asked
"Yeah, maybe," Dean replied.
"What's that mean?" Samuel questioned, leaning forward with his eyes narrowed
"It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel," Dean said and I glared at him. "Except Devin, but she's like family."
There's a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach when Dean says that I'm family. I smiled at him before turning back to my food. I wouldn't mind a glass of holy water, I can feel my hands shaking, but I dare not ask.
"Hey, um so, why were you following me and john?" Mary asked after a moment
Dean hummed before answering, "We thought something was after your - Your boyfriend."
"But, um, we don't think that anymore," I add when Mary looked at us suspiciously.
"John Winchester mixing it up with spirits." Samuel quipped bitterly "Can you imagine?"
"I saw that," Mary said, pointing her fork at Samuel
"What?" Samuel asked, schooling his features into a mask of innocence that almost had me fooled.
"That sour-Lemon look." Mary elaborated. The look was very similar to one of Sam's 'bitch faces'
"Now, hold on." Deanna started before Samuel interrupted her
"John's a really, really nice naive civilian," Samuel admitted
"So, what, would you rather me be with a guy like this?" Mary asked pointing her fork at Dean who frowned
"What? No, no." Dean said shaking his head vigorously, I grinned at him.
"Mary, of course not." Samuel said, also shaking his head, "It's just that I-"
"That's enough, both of you." Deanna interrupted, "We have company."
"So, what about you, Sam?" Dean asked, "You, uh, working a job?"
"Might be," Samuel admitted
"He's working a job on the Witshire farm," Mary said and Samuel glared at her
"Witshire - Why does that name sound familiar to me?" Dean asked turning to me, I shrugged.
"It's been all over the papers - Tom Witshire." Samuel explained, "Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over."
"That kind of thing happens," I said, even though I knew it had to be the damn demon I feared so much. Not even when he was dead could I escape the bastard. Dean noticed my breath quickening and placed a hand on my knee under the table.
"Except why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?" Samuel asked
"Demonic omens?" Dean asked, squeezing my knee.
"That's what I got to find out," Samuel said
"What about the rest of the town? Did you find anything on the web?" I gave Dean a pointed look and he continued quickly "Ofinformation that you have assembled?"
"Electrical storms, maybe," I added with a small smile
"The weather service graphs should be here on Friday," Deanna said
"By mail?" Dean asked and I shook my head at him. It was 1973, not 2003.
"No, we hired a jetliner to fly them to us overnight," Samuel said sarcastically, pushing his empty plate towards the middle of the table and leaning back in his spot. A position I often saw Dean take.
"You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing." Dean said and I looked at him with my eyebrow raised before understanding came to me, "You know, if we go in there in numbers, we'll take care of this real quick."
"What part of "we work alone" do you not understand, son?" Samuel growled, glaring at Dean
I grinned, "We understand Samuel."
"Of course," Dean added with a smirk
I ate in silence for a few moments my hands still shaking and then I look at Dean apologetically. I needed holy water. I wasn't kidding when I said earlier that I was addicted to it. I could feel a headache coming on and my shakes were progressively getting worse and soon the other three were going to notice. Dean squeezed my knee and nodded at me. I smiled gratefully.
"I know this is a weird question," I started and everyone looked at me, "but do you guys have any holy water?"
"Why?" Samuel asked and I shrugged.
"Because she's been through a lot and it makes her feel better," Dean said menacingly and I shot him a grateful look.
"Of course, sweetie," Deanna said standing up from the table. She came back a little bit later with a glass of holy water and I took it gratefully.
"Much better," I said with a smile after I had finished the glass, "Thank you," I said turning to look at Deanna.
"No problem," Deana said with a smile.
"We should leave," Dean said when he'd finished his food. I was nursing my second glass of holy water and finished it quickly before standing.
"Thank you," I said to Deanna and Mary with a glance at Samuel.
"Anytime, love," Deanna said and I smiled.
Once we were in the car that Dean had, I'm pretty sure, stolen we drove to the next town and Dean pulled off at a motel. I stopped him from leaving the car with a shake of my head.
"Dean, we don't have money," I told him and he swore.
"Fucking Angels, the least they could do is leave us with some money." Dean groaned and I grinned.
"True that." I said, "Castiel, get your feathery ass down here before I kill Dean."
There was the sound of wings and I look into the back of the car to see Castiel staring at us in confusion.
"I thought you two were friends?" Castiel asked and Dean and I shared a look
"Are we?" I asked and Dean laughed.
"Sure," He said and I grinned
"Doesn't mean I won't kill him, Cas." I said, "Now, we need a place to stay which means we need money." I tell the angel, "If we have to sleep in this damn car I will kill Dean for his poor choice of car."
"It's not that bad," Dean argued and I gave him a look, "Okay, it's terrible," he conceded
I jump a little when a wallet was thrust between us, I had forgotten Castiel was even there. Dean took the wallet and I turned to say thanks to the angel to find that he wasn't there anymore. I shrugged and got out of the car, following Dean.
Once we're in the hotel room I sprawl out on the bed furthest from the door with a groan. I really was tired of Demons and Angels meddling with my life. Dean went into the bathroom and I got up. I was going into the kitchenette when I realized something vitally important.
"Dean," I called walking towards the bathroom.
"What?" Came the reply two seconds later,
"We don't have salt."
"Shi,t" Dean said. Two seconds after that he was out of the room and heading towards the car he had.
"Wait for me," I called, running after Dean, damn the man could move fast, "You're not leaving me behind again."
Dean stopped and waited for me to catch up. We decided not to take the car, as the store was only a block away from the motel. When we got there we bought almost all of the salt, much to the confusion and obvious disgust of the lone cashier.
"Did you see that guys face?" I asked Dean with a laugh as we leave the store. He chuckled in response before suddenly throwing an arm over my shoulder. I looked at him confused before I noticed that we were being followed. I stiffened for a moment before throwing my arm around Dean's waist.
Despite my discomfort at being followed, I relished in the feel of Dean's arms around my shoulder. He was strong and warm and absolutely amazing despite what I know he thinks of himself.
"Let's go back, baby," Dean says and I smirk at him.
"Let's run," I said and we both took off at a dead sprint. Around the corner, Dean pulled me behind him and pulled out the knife he had bought at the store. The person following us turned around the corner and stopped at the sight of the knife.
"Why are you following us?" Dean demanded of the man.
"I have a message for Devin Ahearn," the man said and I frowned, why would this man from the past have a message for me?
"You're an angel," I said, realization dawning on me.
The man nodded before handing me the paper he had and walking away. I read the note then handed it to Dean before walking away. Dean followed me, stuffing the note into his pocket.
"Devin, what does this mean?" Dean asked and I continued walking, fuming.
Dean grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, searching my face, "C'mon Dev, talk to me?"
He turned the demand in a question and I felt the anger dissolve from me.
Devin, this is Taco, if you run I'll make your life living hell. Finish this and you'll never have to deal with Azazel again.
"Taco is a codename an alias of sorts." I explained, "For the only angel friend I had. He knows how much I" I paused to take a deep breath, "How much I fear Azazel and if I'm right then this little shindig involves him."
Dean wrapped his arms around me and I leaned into the hug, needing the contact. "I won't let anything happen to you, Devin," Dean promised and I nodded into his chest.
After a few moments, I stepped back and gave Dean a small smile, "The next time I see Taco I'm gonna kill him," I told Dean and he chuckled.
"Can't wait to see it," Dean said before grabbing my hand and leading me to the motel.
I crawled into the bed furthest from the door as Dean poured the salt onto the ground. I watched him until my eyelids closed and I fell asleep.
"You can never escape from me." a voice whispers in my ear and I groaned. "You'll never be free, remember all the things we've done together? You're worse than Dean… and he went to Hell."
I sat up with a gasp and looked around the motel room to see that Dean was also having a nightmare. I slipped out of my bed and sat down on his. His eyes flew open and he sat up gasping. I watched him as he took in his surroundings and calmed down.
"Nightmare?" I asked even though it was obvious, he had them a lot and had screamed the first couple of nights that I had been with the Winchesters but not at all after I had told him that he did.
Dean shook his head and I gave him a small smile to tell him that I knew he was lying but I wouldn't push him. I got off his bed and went to the kitchenette to fill two glasses of water. I put some salt in mine and handed Dean his before sitting next to him on his bed.
He looked at my cup with a grimace as I took a drink. I raised an eyebrow at him and he took a drink of his own water.
"It's not as helpful as holy water but it does in a pinch," I explained. Before I had gotten my hands on some holy water I had been living with a mix of salt water and plain old water. One of them dehydrating me the other doing absolutely nothing to make me feel better.
Dean nodded then set his glass down on his end table and picked up the remote. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels before settling on a rerun of "say yes to the dress" I gave him a look and he shrugged.
We sat there watching TLC for an hour before we both nodded off at the same time. When I woke up Dean was leaning against me, his cheek resting on my head. I smiled and stayed there until he woke up.
"Morning princess," I said slipping off his bed and going to the bathroom. He grumbled at me and I laughed.
After we had both cleaned up we went to the store and bought nicer clothes, Dean got a suit and I got a black skirt and a nice white blouse. We decided that Dean would be a priest and I would stay outside to investigate the grounds of the house, looking for any clues there.
When we arrived Dean went straight to the house and I look around the yard. I was by a tree when a young man walked out of the house. I was getting ready to go speak with him as I heard a truck drive up. I looked out from behind the tree and saw Mary and Samuel exit the truck.
"And I'm here because?" Mary asked
"Family business, Mary." I heard Samuel say, "Family. What, you'd rather be waving pom-Poms at a bunch of dumb jocks?" I watched Mary walking over to the man I'd been about to talk to.
"Uh, where you going?" Samuel called
"To do the job, dad," Mary replied and I couldn't help but grin
Samuel sighed and walked into the house. I stepped out from behind the tree and startled Mary. I grinned at her and she smiled back.
"Devin," Mary said in greeting, offering her hand.
"Mary," I nodded back, accepting her hand.
"Here for the investigation?" Mary asked and I nodded, "and I can assume that Dean is inside"
"Yeah, he also decided to be a priest." I said nodding to the house and letting our hands drop, "Wanna work together?"
"Sure," Mary said with a shrug, "let's get to this."
"Hello," I said, the man looked at us startled and I saw that he was actually a young boy, "My name's Delilah and this is my colleague, Karen."
Mary spoke up then, "We want to ask you a few questions about what happened to your dad if you don't mind."
"Who do you two work for?" the man asked suspiciously.
"County Sheriff," Mary replied holding out a badge then quickly storing it. That seemed to be enough for the man.
"I'm Charlie," He said before he proceeded to tell us his story.
A few minutes later Dean and Samuel left the house and were walking towards us. Dean stopped by my side while Samuel stopped by Mary. Mary and I shared a look and she rolled her eyes.
"Charlie, would you like to tell the father here what you just told me?" Mary asked Charlie who nodded
"Dad drank sometimes." Charlie explained, "Sometimes he got rough with mom."
"And that's when the stranger came?" Dean asked
"I just thought he was some bible-Thumper, Like you-All." he said gesturing to Dean and Samuel "He showed up about a week ago."
"Saying what?" Dean asked gruffly.
"Did I want the beatings to stop?" Charlie said, "I just thought he was crazy. I didn't think - And the next thing I know, dad's dead." Charlie looked between Mary and I "Am I going to jail?"
"You didn't do this, Charlie," Mary said
"Did the stranger want something in return?" Samuel asked
"He didn't want anything," Charlie said
"Come on, chuck," Dean said
"Charlie" I amended elbowing Dean who glared at me before continuing
"He wasn't just handing out freebies, now, was he?" Dean asked
"He did say something about coming a-Calling and maybe he'd want something then." Charlie elaborated after a moment
"Something like what?" Samuel asked
"I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts." Charlie said
"What do you think?" I asked Dean quietly
"I think he just pimped his soul to a demon, and he doesn't even know it," Dean muttered back to me. I shivered, not liking this case at all. Dean looked at me sympathetically and I like to think that he'd have given me another hug if we weren't surrounded by people. I could survive without the hugs but the physical contact was nice after being alone or with Demons for five years.
"Charlie, do you remember what the stranger looked like?" I asked
"Yeah, uh he's about 5'10" white." Charlie said, "He was kind of normal-Looking, really."
"Anything else?" I asked
"There was one thing," Charlie said
"What?" Mary asked, almost eagerly
"It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way, and for a moment, I could have sworn-" Charlie trailed off
"What, that they were black? Or red, maybe?" Dean prompted
"No," Charlie said and I dreaded his next words "They were yellow. Pale yellow."
I looked at Dean and he stared back at me. My suspicions were confirmed and there was nothing I could do about it Taco had told me to stay on the hunt and I knew that I had to. I couldn't leave Dean to face Azazel alone, no matter how much the demon freaked me out.
We said our goodbyes to Charlie and followed Mary and Samuel to their truck. Samuel was pushing Mary in front of him when we caught up.
We decided to head back to the Winchester house. I sat with my head against the window curled in on myself. Dean turned on the radio and seemingly ignored me but I could see him glancing at me in the reflection of the window.
"You know, I'm not gonna break down." I snapped after another minute.
"Never said you were." Dean defended and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, whatever," I said as we pulled up to the Winchester house. I got out of the car and followed Dean up to the house. The man had the audacity to just walk in the house and I grinned when he ran into a very frustrated Samuel.
"What's going on Dean?" Samuel asked gruffly. As he blocked our entrance to the house.
"I'll tell ya after Devin here gets some holy water," Dean replied and I grinned at him, the man knew me well already. That should freak me out but it just made me ridiculously happy.
"Fine" came the reply and we were let into the house.
I was promptly given a glass of holy water and took it with me to a seat near the table that Dean was setting his things on. Samuel watched Dean for a few minutes, letting the silence in the house drag out.
"What is going on Dean, what do you know?" Samuel asked finally and I watched the two men as I took a sip of my drink. I noticed that Mary wasn't in the room and went to look for her. Dean shot me a look that I couldn't read but it made me stay in the living room with him.
"It's a demon," Dean explained, I knew that he wanted me here for backup. To help convince his Granddaddy of the demon
Samuel was about to leave the room but turned around to regard Dean and me.
"What do you say we just slow down and talk this thing through?" Samuel demanded
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Except you're saying there's a demon, and none of us has ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes," Samuel said, placing his hands on the table.
"Yeah, well, I have." I piped up, Samuel turned his glare on me and I smiled innocently
"This thing killed my family," Dean said and I placed a hand on his shoulder briefly
"Just calm down, son," Samuel said, which was obviously the wrong choice of words, Dean had been very calm.
"You don't get it, do you? You are in danger." Dean asked, glaring at Samuel, "We are all in danger. In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe."
"Not until we know what we're dealing with here," Samuel said
"Sam's right, Dean - It could be a demon, It could be a shapeshifter, any number of things," Deanna said handing Dean and I each a sandwich on a plate. I gave her a smile as my thanks.
"I know what this thing is! And I'm gonna kill it" Dean said and I shot him a look, he ignored me. "That's all the talking I need to do."
"You're gonna kill a demon?" Samuel said, disbelieving, "How?"
"There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins." Dean said, "He lives in Colorado. He has colt's gun." Samuel looked disbelieving so he added, "The colt."
"Yeah, I heard about the colt." Samuel said, still not believing Dean, "I used to tell it to Mary as a bedtime story."
"Well, it's real." I pointed out. In fact, I've been at the wrong end of the colt. Obviously, the shot wasn't fired but still, not fun. Not that anything in my life had been fun the last five years but still.
"All right, say that it is." Samuel said, "You got some kind of a crystal ball Telling you where this demon's gonna be?"
"Yeah, maybe I do," Dean said pulling a piece of paper from his back pocket and handing it to Samuel.
"What's this?" Samuel asked
"It's a list," Dean said simply with a shrug. I stood there trying to figure out when Dean had made the list.
"Of what?" Samuel asked
"My dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact With the yellow-Eyed demon - Who, where, and when," Dean explained, I nodded in confirmation as Samuel glanced at me but I wasn't really paying attention.
"Why?" Samuel asked
"Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed my mom," Dean said and I glanced at him, abandoning my attempt to figure out when he had written the list and putting a hand on his shoulder in comfort. For a moment I thought he would shake my hand off but instead, he surprised me by giving me a small smile. In the week that I had known him, I never took Dean Winchester to be the touchy-feely type.
"Look." Dean continued "Witshire farm. I told you that name sounded familiar."
"Witshire farms - That was two days ago." Samuel said, "How the hell is that on your dad's list?"
"My dad could see the future." Dean said simply before pointing to a name on the list, "Look at this - Says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night."
"Liddy Walsh?" Deanna asked from the kitchen.
"Haleyville," Dean said
"That's close," I remarked, remembering passing through there in my demon days.
"Yeah, it's about 3 miles," Samuel confirmed staring at Dean
"Look I know you guys think I'm crazy," Dean said after glancing at the both of them.
"You seem like a really nice kid, Dean, but, yeah, you're crazy." Samuel said, "You too, Devin."
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Yeah, maybe." Dean said, "But I know where this bastard's gonna be. And I'm gonna stop it once and for all."
I nodded in agreement before removing my hand from Dean's shoulder. The man glanced at me and I shrugged. I may be a comforting person but I could not deal with attachment right now if that's what this was. I honestly wasn't sure.
We walked down the hall to the room Mary was in, I walked behind Dean and hung back as the two of them talked. Not really paying attention to the conversation that was happening in front of me, I was more worried about the fact that I was going after Azazel with Dean. The thing I currently feared the most with someone I barely trusted. Though if I was honest I trusted Dean more than I trusted most people.
"Hey, m-Uh, Mary can I tell you something?" Dean was saying as I zoned back into the conversation
"Sure," Mary replied with a shrug
"Even if this sounds really weird, Will you promise me that you will remember?" Dean said after clearing his throat
"Okay," Mary said, with a confused head tilt that reminded me of Sam.
"On November 2, 1983, don't get out of bed. No matter what you hear or what you see promise me you won't get out of bed." I glanced at Dean and walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting gesture. He has tears in his eyes but he ignores them. I squeeze his shoulder to give him what comfort I can.
"Okay," Mary replied after a moment.
Dean nodded and then turned to walk out of the room, nearly bowling me over. I jumped out of the way and couldn't help laughing at his shocked expression. He'd forgotten I was there, I was touching his shoulder and he had forgotten I was even there. Oh, this was great.
Dean scowled at me and stormed out of the room. I shared a look with Mary before following the fuming man out to the car. He was sitting in the driver's seat glaring at the steering wheel as I got in the car.
"Come on man, get driving," I said punching Dean lightly on the shoulder. He turned his glare to me and I held my hands up in surrender and Dean sighed.
"This is so weird," Dean said as he started the car, "Usually I would hate someone touching me but with you, I don't even notice and it's kinda freaky."
I laughed a little bit, "Well, I'm just that amazing."
Dean chuckled and I have to say that I loved the sound. We made the rest of the ride in comfortable silence with ACDC playing from the speakers… Until Cas appeared, that is.
I groaned at the sound of wings in the back seat of the car. I really didn't need to spend more time with the angel. I was already pissed at him for abandoning my five years ago. Warrior of God indeed.
"So, what, God's my co-pilot? Is that it?" Dean asked Castiel didn't reply, "Oh, you're a regular chatty Cathy. Tell me something - Sam would have wanted in on this. Why not bring him back?"
"You had to do this alone, Dean," Cas replied
"Then why am I here? If he had to do this alone then why send me?" I asked Castiel who ignored me. I was getting really tired of the men in my life doing shit like that. Sometimes I asked important questions.
"And you don't care that he's tearing up the future looking for me right now?" Dean asked.
"Sam's not looking for you," Castiel said and I could see the hurt in Dean's face, no matter that it was quickly replaced by a smirk
"All right, if I do this, then the family curse breaks, right?" Dean asked, "Mom and dad live happily ever after, and Sam and I grow up Playing little league and chasing tail?"
"You realize if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die." Castiel asked I watched Dean for his response.
"I realize," Dean said
"And you don't care?" Cas asked
"Oh, I care. I care a lot." Dean replied and I grinned at him, "But these are my parents. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. Not if I can stop it."
After a few more shared words Castiel disappeared and I was alone with Dean again. He turned on the music and I hummed along before falling asleep with my face pressed against the glass.
Dean woke me a few hours later with a nudge. He grinned holding out the Colt for me to inspect. I hadn't even noticed that the car had stopped. Man, I needed to sleep more often. My sleep had been surprisingly nightmare free and for that I was grateful.
"Got the colt, sleepyhead," Dean said as I sat up, wiping the drool off my chin.
I grinned at him as he pulled away from the house we had been stopped out, "You could have woken me up."
"You looked peaceful, I know you haven't been sleeping well," Dean said with a shrug.
"Neither have you," I pointed out, "But I've slept and you haven't, let me drive"
"Devin," Dean said but I shook my head
"No, Dean, this ain't the Impala, let me drive." I insisted and Dean sighed finally letting me drive.
He pulled over to the side of the road and we switched seats. I started the drive over to Haleyville as Dean slept in the seat next to me. At points during the drive, he would start mumbling from a nightmare and I'd nudge the man and he'd wake up a bit and then go back to sleep.
A few hours later we make it to Haleyville. Dean was out of the car quickly and I followed at a much slower pace. I found that I was not very eager to visit the demon that had occupied my mind the most over the last five years. We'd been acquainted far more than I liked.
"You let her go!" Dean yelled raising the gun as I walked in behind him.
Azazel was there and I cringed back behind Dean, hoping the demon wouldn't notice me.
"Where'd you get that gun?" Azazel asked. Dean prepped the gun to shoot and I heard the demon leave the body of the man he had been occupying.
Dean ran to Mary as I went to check on the man. He was dead, not that I was expecting anything different but I'd found that I always managed to have even just a little bit of hope.
Mary and Dean left the house and after making sure that Liddy was okay with Samuel. I followed them after my own cursory check into the backyard.
"Mary, what else did he say to you?" Dean asked
"I told you - Just that he liked me." Mary glanced back at me as I left the house, "What did he mean by that?"
Dean was about to answer when Samuel left the house and came down the stairs to where we were standing.
"Liddy's a strong kid. She'll be fine" Samuel said walking up to Mary, "Are you okay?"
"No, dad, I'm pretty far from okay. Can we go?" Mary said before storming off to their truck
"Nice job in there," Samuel said
"I missed the shot," Dean growled
"Take the compliment, son." Samuel said, "I'm saying that I was wrong about you."
"We need to talk alone," Dean said
"Am I part of this 'we' or should I talk to Mary?" I asked eyeing Dean, making sure he was okay or something like that.
"You're part of the 'we' Devin," Dean said before setting off for the car he'd stolen.
I followed with a grin, smiling the whole way to the Winchester's house. Mary left quickly to go spend some time with John and forget about this whole demon thing and I have to say that I couldn't blame her.
"We have to kill this thing now, or Mary dies," Dean said when Samuel was seated. I stood by Dean who was looking out the window watching Mary drive off.
"What? How do you know that?" Samuel asked, turning in his seat to look at us
"I just do, okay?" Dean replied, letting the curtain close
"When?" Samuel asked
"Well, maybe today, probably years from now, but it's happening -Trust me," Dean said
"So, what, are you some kind of a psychic now, too?" Samuel asked sarcastically.
"No." Dean said glancing at me, I gave him as encouraging a smile as I could muster, "All right, listen to me. Now, this is gonna sound a little actually, it's gonna sound massively, massively crazy."
"Okay," Samuel said, already sounding suspicious.
"Mary is my mother," Dean said. Samuel stood quickly and turned to look at us fully.
"Excuse me?"
"And I am your grandson." Dean continued, I put a hand on his shoulder, "And I know what the hell I'm talking about."
"You want to run that by me again, son?" Samuel said
"My real name is Dean Winchester. I was born January 24, parents are Mary and John Winchester."
"I don't have to listen to this."
"Mary gets killed by a yellow-Eyed demon in 1983. Now, I think that this, what happened tonight, I think this is the moment that he caught her scent. Now, if we don't catch this thing now and kill it and it gets away then Mary dies. So I'm asking you please." Samuel looks at us disbelieving "How did I know about the colt, huh? How did I know about the yellow-Eyed demon or where it would be? I'm not making this up, Samuel."
"Every bone in my body is aching to put you six feet under, but there's something about you-" He glanced at me and I shuddered "I can't shake it. Now, I may be crazier than you, son, but I believe you."
"Thank you." Dean sighed
"How do we find this bastard?" Samuel asked
"Right here - The list," Dean said. I still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling Samuel had been giving me.
"And with the colt?"
"Dean," I said suddenly, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure," Dean replied following me from the room.
I stopped a little bit down the hall and turned so that I could see if Samuel was listening in. He wasn't but I still had to be careful.
"There's something going on with Samuel," I whispered to Dean, standing nearly flesh against him so that he could hear me.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked just as quietly.
"I don't know but I don't think we can trust him" I replied, looking Dean in the eyes, "It's a gut feeling Dean."
Dean nodded and backed up a little bit. I followed him back out to where Samuel was waiting to make sure to stay close to Dean.
"Let me see it," Samuel said holding out his hand when we got back.
"Sorry. I don't let anybody hold it." He said, completely ignoring the fact that he'd let me hold it earlier.
"I'm your grandfather," Samuel said, getting a little angry
"Nothing personal," Dean said and that's when Samuel changed.
"Sure it is. Especially when it's me you're trying to kill." Samuel's eyes flashed yellow and I hid behind Dean
"Future boy, huh? I only know one thing that's got the juice to swing something like that.
You must have friends in high places. So, I kill your mommy? That's why you came all this way to see little ol' me?"
"Oh, I came here to kill you." Dean snarled
"Hey. Wait a minute. If that slug marries your mommy, are you - Are you one of my psychic kids? No. Not you." He looked at me, "Or you… no, you're someone better than that, you've been possessed before. By me? That's terrific. That means it all worked out."
"After all, it's why I'm here." Dean said sarcastically, "So that's what this is about - These deals you're making. You don't want these people's souls."
"No." Azazel said, "I just want their children. I'm here to choose the perfect parents, like your mommy."
"Why her?" I squeaked finally mustering the courage to speak
"Why any of them? Because they're strong they're pure. They eat their Wheaties. My own little master race they're ideal breeders." Dean looked disgusted and I grabbed his hand to keep him from doing anything stupid, "get your mind out of the gutter. No one's breeding with me. Though Mary man, I'd like to make an exception. So far, she's my favorite."
"So, why make the deals?" I asked needing to distract the bastard so that Dean didn't do something stupid.
"I need permission. I need to be invited into their houses. I know, I know - The red tape will drive you nuts. But in 10 short years, it'll all be worth it. Cause you know what I'm gonna do to your sibling? I'm gonna stand over their crib, and I'm gonna bleed into their mouth. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals. It makes you big and strong!"
"For what? So they can lead your discount demon army? Is that your big plan?" I asked
"Please, My endgame's a hell of a lot bigger than that, kid."
"Endgame? What endgame?" Dean asked
"Like I'm gonna tell you. Or those angels sitting on your shoulder. No. I'm gonna cover my tracks good."
"You can cover whatever the hell you want. I'm still gonna kill you." Dean growled
"Right. Now, that, I'd like to see."
"Maybe not today." Dean growled, letting go of my hand, "But you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch. Cause I'm the one that kills you."
"So, you're gonna save everybody. Is that right? Is that it? Well, I'll tell you one person that you're not gonna save." Azazel said grabbing a knife that I hadn't even seen "Your grandpappy."
"No!" Deanna yelled
I looked over just in time to see Azazel snap Deanna's neck. She dropped and suddenly Azazel was gone.
"Dean, we need to save Mary. Now"
We both ran out to the car. Dean got into the driver's seat and if I had been two seconds slower he would have left without me.
"No!" Dean shouted when we got to clearing by the river that Mary and John had gone to. We'd asked a local man where they could be and this was the third place we had checked.
Suddenly Azazel was on Dean and then Dean was on the ground. I watched in horror as Azazel smiled and looked at me.
"You know about my deals, right?"
"I'm not going to have kids in ten years, I'll barely be alive."
"Oh, I know," Azazel smirked, "I want you."
"Oh,"
"Yes, so you wanna trade your life for Dean-os?"
"Thirty years from now," I said coming to a realization, exactly thirty years from now is when Azazel takes me from the graveyard. Cas hadn't stopped him because it was the deal. "You can take me thirty years from now. Bring Dean back that's our deal."
Azazel kissed me and I shuddered but didn't close my eyes. He was gone a second later and I watched as Dean woke up. I ran to him and helped him stand up. He pushed me away when he was standing.
"What the hell Devin?" Dean yelled I flinched at the sound of his voice.
"Sorry," I said, not knowing what else I could possibly say to him.
That was when Castiel arrived. The transportation back was different. It wasn't until I opened my eyes that I realized I was back at Bobby's… And Cas and Dean weren't.
"What the hell," I muttered before giving up and laying down on the couch, falling into a nightmare riddled sleep.
A/N: Edited 9/27/17