Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, its characters or its plot. I DO own my OC Sabrina Moore and Ayami[Aya] I also own what I add to the plot and the whole thing with Sabrina.
Once again as a reminder, Sabrina and Aya will be in the next chapter and also there is a VERY important poll on my Quizilla. (Also does anyone know any good poll sites.)
The Sabrina Moore Chronicles Chapter 1: Are you There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
HOUSE-LIVING ROOM
A woman is asleep on the couch. The TV and lights start to flicker. The woman sits up, looking alarmed, and when she exhales her breath is visible. She walks to a cupboard and starts pulling out weapons as the phone rings.
"Hey, it's Olivia. I'm not in. Leave a message." Olivia takes out an EMF reader, which starts beeping and flashing.
"Olivia, it's Bobby. Call me back, would you? I got something big. I could use your help." Olivia loads a gun and walks around the apartment. She hears a noise and a thin, tall man appears beside her. He is battered and bruised. She looks shocked.
"You!" Oliva fires at the ghost and he disappears. She pulls out a bag of salt and covers a doorway entrance with it. The ghost appears in front of her on the other side of the salt line. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She backs up and turns around. A blonde, beaten woman grabs Olivia around the throat, strangling her. Olivia screams as the screen goes black.
BOBBY'S HOUSE-DAY
Bobby was sitting at his desk with a pile of books in front of him. Sam was sitting in a chair in the opposite corner talking to Dean, who was standing.
"Well, then tell me what else it could be." Sam said.
"Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel." Dean said.
"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?"
"Maybe he's some kind of demon. Demons lie." Bobby looked up from his books at the boys.
"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps... and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!"
"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?"
"Yeah. You just did, Dean." Sam said.
"I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me."
"Dean, we have a theory."
"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please."
"Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we –"
"Okay, okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!"
"You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?" Bobby asked. Sam and Dean walked over to Bobby's desk. "I got stacks of lore - Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit."
"What else?" Dean asked.
"What else, what?"
"What else could do it?"
"Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing."
"Dean, this is good news." Sam said.
"How?" Dean asked.
"Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?"
"Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?"
"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah." Bobby said.
"I don't know, guys."
"Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof."
"Proof?"
"Yes."
"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it."
"Why not?"
"Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?" Dean asked.
"Dean –"
"I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy."
"Apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs."
"Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God."
"Okay, well, too bad, Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat."
"Fine. What do we know about angels?" Bobby picked up a pile of fat and weighty looking books and puts them in front of Dean.
"Start reading." Dean looked at the pile of books, and turned towards Sam.
"You're gonna get me some pie." Dean grabbed the book on the top of the pile.
DINER CAFE-DAY
The Impala pulled up to a stop. Sam was driving while on the phone.
"Yes, Dean, I'll get the chips." Sam said into the phone. "Dude. When have I ever forgotten the pie? … Exactly." Sam got out of the car and saw Ruby waiting. "I got to go…. Yeah, all right. Bye." Sam walked over to Ruby. "Ruby."
"So, is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"Did an angel rescue Dean?"
"You heard."
"Who hasn't?"
"We're not 100% sure, but I think so."
"Okay. Bye, Sam." Ruby started walking away. Sam grabbed her arm and turned her back to face him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. What's going on?"
"Sam, they're angels. I'm a demon. They're not gonna care if I'm being helpful. They smite first, and then they ask questions later."
"What do you know about them?"
"Not much. I've never met one, and I don't really want to. All I know is that they scare the holy hell out of me. Watch yourself, Sam."
"I'm not scared of angels." Ruby walked away, leaving Sam alone.
BOBBY'S HOUSE
Sam pulled up to the house. Bobby approached the car window.
"Keep the engine running." Bobby said.
"Why? What's going on?"
"I got a friend one state over - Olivia Lowry. I've been trying to reach her for three days on this angel thing. It's not like her to ignore this many calls."
"Olivia Lowry - a hunter, right?"
"Yeah. We're gonna go check on her. You guys follow me." Dean approached the driver's side of the car, as Bobby headed to his own car.
"Scoot over. Yeah." Dean said. Dean grabbed the bag of food Sam bought back and looked inside it. "Dude?"
"Yeah?"
"Where's the pie?"
OLIVIA'S HOUSE-DAY
Bobby entered the house, armed with a gun, followed by Dean and Sam who were also armed. They searched for Olivia.
"Olivia?" Bobby called. They saw Olivia dead and covered in blood on the floor. Bobby walked away, out of the room.
"Bobby?" Dean asked.
"Salt line." Sam pointed to the doorway. Sam and Dean looked around the room.
"Olivia was rocking the EMF meter." Dean said picking it up.
"Spirit activity." Sam said, nodding.
"Yeah - on steroids. I never seen a ghost do this to a person." Bobby entered the room again, his phone in his hand. "Bobby, you all right?"
"I called some hunters nearby..." Bobby said.
"Good. We can use their help." Dean said.
"...except they ain't answering their phones either."
"Something's up, huh?" Sam asked.
"You think?" Bobby walked out of the room
Bobby walked out of the room and Sam and Dean looked concerned.
WHITE COUNTRY HOUSE-DAY
Phone rang, an answering machine picks up.
"Yeah, this is Jed. I'm not around. Uh, leave a message."
"Jed, Dean Winchester again - friend of Bobby Singer's. Look, we think something's happening. We think it's happening to hunters. Just want to make sure you're okay. Call me back." The house interior - blood, broken glass, salt thrown on the floor, a gun lying beside a body, which was bloody and has had its chest ripped out.
WHITE HOUSE- NIGHT
Dean and Sam were walking down the stairs, exiting the house. Dean was on the phone.
"We're in Jackson. It's not pretty. He looks even worse than Olivia. What about you?"
Bobby, in his car, was driving, also on the phone.
"R.C. I checked on Carl Bates and R.C. Adams. They've redecorated... in red."
"What the hell is going on here, Bobby? Why did a bunch of ghosts suddenly want to gank off-duty hunters?"
"I don't know, but until we find out, you guys better get your asses to my place."
"We're on our way."
Dean and Sam were driving, and pulled up to a stop at a service station. The car stopped, and Sam put the gas pump in the car. Sam walked to the restroom while the gas was pumping. Dean was asleep in the passenger seat of the car. Sam was washing his hands in the bathroom, when he breathed out his breath was visible. The bathroom mirror covered with foggy mist, which Sam wiped away with his hand. He was startled to see Henriksen's reflection.
"Hi, Sam. It's been a while."
"Henriksen. Are you - Did you..."
"I didn't survive... if that's what you're asking."
"I'm sorry."
"I know you are."
"Look, if we'd known Lilith was coming –"
"You wouldn't have left half a dozen innocent people in that police station to die in your place. You did this to me. It was your fault. She was after you, and I paid the price. You left us there to die!" Henriksen attacked Sam, grabbing him hard, and throwing him around. Sam noticed a small brand on Henriksen's hand. Sam was thrown against the mirrors and Henriksen knocked Sam's head on the sink. Sam fell to the ground. Dean entered and shot at Henriksen, whose ghost disappeared.
BOBBY'S HOUSE-NIGHT
Lights flickered and Bobby's breath became visible. He heard laughter and walked towards the noise, grabbing an iron poker from the fireplace. The lights flickered and the radio started playing up. Bobby watched as a ball bounced down the stairs. When it stopped at the bottom he turned and sees two small girls, very much alike, staring at him.
ROAD, IMPALA-NIGHT
Dean was driving, on the phone. Sam was in the passenger seat with bruises on his face.
"Damn it, Bobby! Pick up!" Dean looked at Sam. "How you feeling, huh? How many fingers am I holding up?" He didn't hold up any.
"None. I'll be fine, Dean."
"Henriksen?"
"Yep."
"Why? What did he want?"
"Revenge, 'cause we got him killed."
"Sam."
"Well, we did, Dean."
"All right. Stop right there. Whatever the hell is going on, it's happening to us now, okay? I can't get ahold of Bobby, so if you're not thinking answers, don't think at all."
BOBBY'S HOUSE-DAY
Dean and Sam entered the house, guns cocked and ready.
"Bobby?" Dean called. They found the iron poker on the ground.
"I'll go." Dean said gesturing to the stairs. "You check outside."
Sam walked through the junkyard. Bobby was in a car with the two girls, who were keeping him quiet.
"Bobby? Bobby?"
Dean was upstairs, searching.
"Bobby?" A door opened, slowly, no one was visible. "Come out, come out, whoever you are." A young woman with shoulder-length brown hair appeared behind him. .
"Dean Winchester. Still so bossy. You don't recognize me?" Meg asked. "This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut."
"Meg?"
"Hi. It's okay, I'm not a demon."
"You're the girl the demon possessed." Dean said.
"Meg Masters. Nice to finally talk to you when I'm not, you know, choking on my own blood." She held up her hands. "It's okay. Seriously, I'm just a college girl. Sorry - was. I was walking home one night and got jumped by all this smoke. Next thing you know, I'm a prisoner..." She pit a hand on her head. "in here. Now, I was awake. I had to watch while she murdered people."
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, yeah? So sorry you had me thrown off a building?"
"Well, we thought –"
"No, you didn't think! I kept waiting, praying! I was trapped in there screaming at you! "Just help me, please!" You're supposed to help people, Dean. Why didn't you help me?"
"I'm sorry."
"Stop saying you're sorry!" Meg slapped Dean and knocked him to the floor.
"Meg. Meg..." Meg kicked Dean. "We didn't know."
"No... You just attacked. Did you ever think there was a girl in here? No. You just charged in, slashing and burning. You think you're some kind of hero?"
"No, I don't." Meg grabbed hold of Dean's jacket. Her hand had a brand on it.
"You're damn right. Do you have any idea what it's like to be ridden for months by pure evil... while your family has no idea what happened to you?"
"We did the best we could." Meg shoved Dean and kicked him again.
CAR-DAY
The girls still held Bobby captive.
"Are you scared, Bobby?" The first said.
"We were scared, Bobby." The second said.
"When the monster came for us... and grabbed us tight."
"And we couldn't even scream. You were right there, Bobby."
"You were in the house."
"You were so close." Sam was outside searching for Bobby. His breath became visible.
"Bobby?"
"You could have saved us, Bobby." The second girl said.
"We're here, Bobby?" Sam called.
"You walked right past that door." The first girl said.
"The monster had us. And you didn't find us."
"And now they won't find you."
BOBBY'S HOUSE-UPPER FLOOR-DAY
Dean was still on the floor, Meg standing over him.
"It wasn't just me, Dean. I had a sister. A little sister. She worshipped me. You know how little siblings are, right? How they'll do anything for you. She was never the same after I disappeared. She just... she just got lost. And when my body was lying in the morgue beat-up and broken..."
"Meg."
"Do you know what that did to her? She killed herself!" Meg kicked Dean in the stomach. "Because of you, Dean! Because all you were thinking about was your family, your revenge, and your demons! 50 words of Latin a little sooner, and I'd still be alive. My baby sister would still be alive. That blood is on your hands, Dean!"
"You're right." She kicked him again.
CAR YARD-DAY
Sam spotted a frozen mirror on a car and worked his way up a pile of cars towards Bobby.
"Bobby! Hold on, Bobby! I'm coming! Bobby!"
Sam used a crowbar to pry open the doors to the car where Bobby was being held. The girl pushed him backwards and he landed on another car below, bleeding. One of the girls jumped on him. Sam used the crowbar to fight her, while Bobby did the same with the other girl. The girls disappeared.
HOUSE-DAY
Dean was still on the ground. He took out a gun and aimed it at Meg.
"Come on, Dean, did your brain get french-fried in Hell? You can't shoot me with bullets."
"I'm not shooting you." Dean aimed his gun and shot at the ceiling. A chandelier fell and landed on Meg and she dissipated. "Iron."
HOUSE
Dean, Sam and Bobby were in the study.
"So, they're all people we know?" Sam asked.
"Not just know. People we couldn't save. Hey, I saw something on Meg. Did she have a tattoo when she was alive?" Dean asked.
"I don't think so."
"It was like a-a mark on her hand - almost like a brand."
"I saw a mark, too, on Henriksen."
"What did it look like?" Bobby asked.
"Uh, paper?" Sam took the offered paper and started sketching the mark. "Thanks." Sam held the drawing up for Dean to compare.
"That's it."
"I may have seen this before. We got to move." Bobby said.
"Whoa."
"Follow me.
"Okay, where are we going?" Sam asked.
"Some place safe, you idiot." Bobby picked up some books and led Sam and Dean to a basement room, which was made entirely of iron and covered with pentagrams and Devil's traps.
"Bobby, is this..."
"Solid iron. Completely coated in salt. 100% ghost-proof."
"You built a panic room?
"I had a weekend off."
"Bobby." Dean said.
"What?"
"You're awesome." He looked around. "Oh." He said when he saw a poster of a swimsuit model.
Sam and Dean were making iron (salt?) bullets.
"See, this is why I can't get behind God." Dean said.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"If he doesn't exist, fine. Bad crap happens to good people. That's how it is. There's no rhyme or reason - just random, horrible, evil - I get it, okay. I can roll with that. But if he is out there, what's wrong with him? Where the hell is he while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does he live with himself? You know, why doesn't he help?" The boys looked back at Bobby.
"I ain't touching this one with at 10-foot pole."
"Yeah."
"Found it."
"What?" Sam asked.
"The symbol you saw - the brand on the ghosts..."
"Yeah?"
"Mark of the Witness." Bobby said.
"Witness? Witness to what?"
"The unnatural. None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths. See, these ghosts - they were forced to rise. They woke up in agony. They were like rabid dogs. It ain't their fault. Someone rose them... on purpose."
"Who?"
"Do I look like I know? But whoever it was used a spell so powerful it left a mark, a brand on their souls. Whoever did this had big plans. It's called "the rising of the witnesses." It figures into an ancient prophecy."
'Wait, wait. What - what book is that prophecy from?" Dean asked.
"Well, the widely distributed version's just for tourists, you know. But long story short - Revelations. This is a sign, boys.
"A sign of what?" Both brothers asked.
"The apocalypse."
"Apocalypse? The apocalypse, apocalypse? The four horsemen, pestilence, $5-a-gallon-gas apocalypse?" Dean asked.
"That's the one. The rise of the witnesses is a - a mile marker." Bobby said.
"Okay, so, what do we do now?" Sam asked.
"Road trip. Grand Canyon, Star Trek Experience. Bunny Ranch." Sam said.
"First things first. How about we survive our friends out there?" Bobby asked.
"Great. Any ideas aside from staying in this room until Judgment Day?" Dean asked.
"It's a spell" Bobby indicated the paper in front of him. "to send the witnesses back to rest. Should work."
"Should. Great." Sam said.
"If I translate it correctly. I think I got everything we need here at the house."
"Any chance you got everything we need here in this room?" Dean asked.
"So, you thought our luck was gonna start now all of a sudden? Spell's got to be cast over an open fire."
"The fireplace in the library." Sam said.
"Bingo."
"That's just not as appealing as a, uh, ghost-proof panic room, you know?" Dean said.
Sam, Dean and Bobby prepared to leave the panic room.
"Cover each other. And aim careful. Don't run out of ammo until I'm done, or they'll shred you. Ready?" Bobby asked.
They made their way out of the room, and headed towards the stairs. A ghost sat on the stairs, a young man in his early 20s with curly hair.
"Hey, Dean. You remember me?"
"Ronald, huh? With the laser eyes? I wish I could say it's good to see you." Dean said.
"I am dead because of you. You were supposed to help me!" Bobby shot Ronald who disappeared.
"If you're gonna shoot, shoot. Don't talk." Bobby said.
The three made their way to the living room. Sam created a salt circle and Dean started the fire.
"Upstairs, linen closet - red hex box. It'll be heavy." Bobby said to Sam.
"Got it." The two girls appeared in the living room again.
"Bobby." The first one said. Dean shot at them.
"Kitchen. Cutlery drawer. It's got a false bottom. Hemlock, opium, wormwood." Bobby said to Dean.
"Opium?
"Go!" The girls reappeared as Dean left for the kitchen. Bobby was drawing with chalk on the desk and tried to focus on this while the girls were there.
"Bobby. You walked right by us while that monster ate us all up." The first one said.
"You could have saved us." Bobby picked up his gun and shot at the girls.
Upstairs, Sam found the red box in the cupboard.
"You know what really pisses me off, Sam?" Meg asked. Sam turned around, saw Meg and fired at her. "You saw how I suffered for months. I thought you must have learned something. I thought I died for something."
"Meg."
"But what you're doing with that demon, Ruby... How many innocent bodies has Ruby burned through for kicks? How many girls just like me? And you don't send her back to Hell? You're a monster!" Sam raised his rifle and shot Meg.
Dean was in the kitchen looking for the false bottom in the drawer. The doors to the kitchen closed suddenly.
"Dean?" Bobby called.
"I'm all right, Bobby! Keep working!" Henriksen appeared next to Dean. "Victor."
"Dean."
"I know."
"No. You don't."
"It's my fault you're dead. I left you behind. And the minute I heard about that explosion, I thought, "I should have known." I should have protected you." Dean reached for a gun behind him, but went goes flying across the room.
"Unh-unh. Not so fast. You think you left and Lilith came and we all died in a beautiful blast of... white light? If only. 45 minutes."
"What?"
"Over 45 minutes. Lilith said she wanted to have some fun. The secretary was first. Remember her? Nancy, the virgin. Lilith filleted Nancy's skin off piece by piece. Right in front of us, made us watch. Nancy never stopped screaming."
"No."
"I was the last."
"Victor..." Henriksen reached inside Dean's chest and gripped his heart.
"Tell me how it's fair. You get saved from Hell - I die. Why do you deserve another chance, Dean?" Sam entered and shot Henriksen, rushing to check on Dean as soon as Henriksen was gone.
"You all right?" Sam asked.
"No."
"Let's go."
Sam helped Dean up and he and Dean carried the hex box and other ingredients to the library. Ronald appeared again as Dean was reloading his gun.
"Ronald. Hey, come on, man. I thought we were pals."
"That's when I was breathing. Now I'm gonna eat you alive."
"Well...come on, I'm not a cheeseburger."
Dean cocked his gun and pointed it at Ronald, but Ronald had vanished. Bobby recited some Latin words and the windows blew open and a wind fille the room. The wind moved the salt so they were no longer protected by it. Meg appeared and Sam quickly shot at her, as Bobby continued to recite the spell. Ronald appeared and they shot at him. Sam and Dean continued to fire as the ghosts appeared. Henriksen knocked Dean's gun out of his hands when he was reloading, and approached him. Dean grabbed another gun, and shot it, only to find it empty. He quickly picked up an iron rod and hit at Henriksen. Meg appeared and pushed Sam against the wall, trapping him there with a desk. Sam tried to push the desk away without success.
"Sam!" Dean yelled.
"Cover Bobby!" Bobby continued to recite the spell and Sam kept trying to get out from behind the desk. The two Girls were sitting on the desk waiting. Meg plunged a hand into Bobby's back. Bobby dropped the bowl with spell ingredients.
"Dean!" Bobby shouted as Dean caught the bowl. "Fireplace!" Dean threw the bowl in the fire, which turned blue. The ghosts all disappeared. Bobby fell to the ground.
"Bobby?" Dean asked. Sam pushed the desk away, freeing himself. Dean and Sam helped Bobby up. He nodded, indicating he was okay.
BOBBY'S HOUSE-NIGHT
Sam was asleep on the couch. Dean was asleep on the floor nearby and woke up to find Castiel standing in the kitchen. Dean checked on Sam, saw he was asleep, and walked over to join Castiel.
"Excellent job with the witnesses."
"You were hip to all this?"
"I was, uh, made aware."
"Well, thanks a lot for the angelic assistance. You know, I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest."
"But you didn't."
"I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos - you know, Michael Landon. Not dicks."
"Read the Bible. Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier."
"Yeah? Then, why didn't you fight?"
"I'm not here to perch on your shoulder. We had larger concerns."
"Concerns? There were people getting torn to shreds down here! And, by the way, while all this is going on, where the hell is your boss, huh, if there is a God?"
"There's a God."
"I'm not convinced. 'Cause if there's a God, what the hell is he waiting for, huh? Genocide? Monsters roaming the earth? The freaking apocalypse? At what point does he lift a damn finger and help the poor bastards that are stuck down here?"
"The Lord works..."
"If you say "mysterious ways," so help me, I will kick your ass. So, Bobby was right... about the witnesses. This is some kind of a... sign of the apocalypse."
"That's why we're here. Big things afoot."
"Do I want to know what kind of things?"
"I sincerely doubt it, but you need to know. The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals."
"Okay. I'm guessing that's not a show at Seaworld."
"Those seals are being broken by Lilith."
"She did the spell. She rose the witnesses."
"Mm-hmm. And not just here. 20 other hunters are dead."
"Of course. She picked victims that the hunters couldn't save so that they would barrel right after us."
"Lilith has a certain sense of humor."
"Well, we put those spirits back to rest."
"It doesn't matter. The seal was broken."
"Why break the seal anyway?"
"You think of the seals as locks on a door."
"Okay. Last one opens and..."
"Lucifer walks free."
"Lucifer? But I thought Lucifer was just a story they told at demon Sunday school. There's no such thing."
"Three days ago, you thought there was no such thing as me. Why do you think we're here walking among you now for the first time in 2,000 years?"
"To stop Lucifer."
"That's why we've arrived."
"Well... bang-up job so far. Stellar work with the witnesses. That's nice."
"We tried. And there are other battles, other seals. Some we'll win, some we'll lose. This one we lost. Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week. You think the armies of Heaven should just follow you around? There's a bigger picture here. You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in." Castiel vanished, leaving Dean alone in the kitchen.
Later Dean woke up. Sam was already awake and up and about.
"You all right? What's wrong, Dean?" Sam asked.
"So... You got no problem believing in... God and Angels?"
"No, not really."
"So, I guess that means that you believe in the Devil."
"Why are you asking me all this?"
"Just curious… hey do you have any idea where Sabrina and Aya are?" Dean asked. "Bobby said they fell off the grid."
"Dean…"
"Do you know anything?"
"Aya… went back to.. ya know her old gig."
"Are you saying since I've been dead, Aya's been making Deals?"
"Well she is a crossroad's demon."
"And she's using Sabrina's lips to kiss these pathetic people?" Sam grimaced.
"I try to forget that part but yes."
"Come on." Dean grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
"What? Where are you going?"
"To find Aya."
"Dean, we have no idea where she is."
"Then we'll go to a crossroads."
"We don't even know if she'll be the demon to show up."
"If anyone else shows up they won't try anything, I got Angle insurance." Sam chuckled. "Has she checked in with you at all, her phones still working, Aya's on the recording though."
"I called her about a week after… you died and she wouldn't answer."
"Wait when did you two split up?"
"The night you died, she just disappeared."
"So you haven't see Sabrina or Aya for four months…" Dean sighed. "Great… how did she seem when she left?"
"Dean… you had just died. She was… shattered." Dean looked down.
"….can we get going so we can find her?"
"Of course."
Sabrina/Aya in next chapter and a sexual scene also ;) You'll have to wait until tomorrow. ^_^ Mwahaha i'm evil ^_^ a review will make me a very happy perhaps generous person *nudge nudge wink wink*