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So it has been a couple of weeks now, I still can't stand Dean! It looks like I was right though the Winchesters have changed a lot, their not the same boys I knew years ago. They both had many secrets, especially Dean, but I wasn't quite clear on any of them unfortunately. I found out Dean had gone to hell and back, but not why or how. But it was probably the reason for the way he was, so secure, so lonely, so broken, but then again something told me he was partially this way before hell, call it instinct. Nothing has really changed except for the 'sexual tension' between Dean and me, as Sam likes to put it. There are also the arguments and disagreements plus the trust issues. But things were slowly progressing, especially between Sam and I, it's like when we were kids and our friendship never ended.

Sam is the total opposite of Dean, except inside he was twice as evil. He has demon blood inside of him, that's what I sensed in him. He wasn't at all like me though, he didn't have a higher temperature than most people, he didn't get chills, he didn't get sick, he didn't get weak and pass out, and he didn't have a demonic half trying to take over the good half of his body. He wasn't like me at all.

Sam drunk demon blood willingly, he could choose to have demon blood but I was born with this demonic half in me. I can't stop it or change it; I just have to hope it doesn't take over my body or my mind, because if it did, I could end the world, I would end the world. And that is not what I have been fighting for my whole life. Bobby knows my secret, and now it was my choice to tell the Winchesters, but I wasn't completely sure it was the right thing to do. I knew them enough to know that it probably wouldn't be a good idea, at least not right now. Sam is driving, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Ruby'll meet us outside Shyann. She's been tracking some leads..." Dean makes a grumpy sound.

"Look, I know she's not exactly on your Christmas list, but if she can help us get to Lillith..." Sam tried again.

"Man, work with Ruby, don't, I don't really give a rat's ass," Dean interrupted. They continued to argue as I pretended to sleep. Pamela had died on our behalf. We couldn't save her, I couldn't save her. And as guilty as I felt, I know Dean and Sam felt worse because they actually knew her more than I had. My sympathy went towards the brothers but unfortunately they would never know that because I wasn't admitting it and I wasn't admitting I liked hunting with them either.

I began feeling chills, bad timing as usual. I was begun feeling colder and colder and before I knew it was a shivering, violently, but I hardly noticed it not until Sam and Dean stopped arguing and turned back to me after hearing my teeth chattering.

"Sam stop the car!" that was the last thing I heard before passing out. I woke up God knows how long after on a bed. My body was still trembling, but I couldn't feel it as much. Dean was on the phone and I looked over to see Sam sitting next to me. I smiled to myself and tried to speak but I couldn't. I was trembling so much I was scared to bite my tongue off if I talked. I was so cold.

"Sammmyy...cold...sooo, cooo..lllddd." Sam placed a hand on my forehead and suddenly the spots he touched felt hotter.

"Cold" I whispered again.

"Dean, she's burning up."

"Bobby says this is normal, this isn't the first time this happens." Dean told him shutting his phone. I felt a stick go in my mouth and then a beeping noise several seconds later.

"114 Dean, that's not possible, we have to take her to a hospital"

"Bobby said its normal"

"114 is not normal!" Sam exclaimed.

"No hospital!" I managed to yell it out with one breath.

"Sammy...Sam...pleasseee" I looked up at Sam and he just looked down at me and before I knew it he laid next to me over the covers and I turned to face him. He held me close to his chest. This time it lasted for 2 days. I couldn't eat, couldn't move, and couldn't talk. Sam stood by me both days and I was grateful to have him and even Dean. Dean was actually nice to me.

My fever slowly went back down, to my normal temperature. 102. With Sam's help I walked to the bathroom. I closed the door and went over to the mirror. I looked horrible. My hair was a mess, I had bags under my eyes and they were puffy. I still felt tired even though I had slept for several hours, almost the whole day yesterday and today. I heard more than Dean and Sam's voices outside the bathroom door. I walked back out to find two men in a suit and tie with Sam and Dean. Good this way everything is forgotten and I won't get questioned about all this temperature and chills crap. I don't have time to explain all that, nor do I want to.

"Ah Ms. Carson nice of you to join us, how's your demonic half treating you?" Sam and Dean shot glances my way, fuck me, times two. I glared at him, if looks could kill trust me he'd be dead. The other man stepped forward and studied me. It freaked me out a little.

"Addison..." he whispered and then turned back to the Winchesters. I raised an eyebrow at him then looked at Sam who shrugged. What was his deal?

"You are needed," the one who insulted me and spoke of my life said to Dean.

"Needed? We just got back from needed!" Dean snapped.

"You mind your tone with me," he yelled at Dean.

"No, you mind your damn tone with us," Dean said angrily, moving forward, I walked over to him and placed a hand on his arm trying to hold him back or relax him.

"We just got back from Pamela's funeral," Sam said, stopping him gently as only Sam could.

"Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her? Cas, you remember her, you burned her eyes out," Dean told the blue eyed man. "Remember that? Good times! Yeah, and then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five fucking minutes!" I lowered my head and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder. He didn't seem to mind it much, not yet at least.

"We raised you out of Hell for our purposes," the big ugly monkey says. Okay, so like I said before Dean had gone to Hell and back. Hell and back. How exactly did he get out of hell? Did these men have something to do with him getting out? Why was he there in the first place? All these questions swam through my head, all these questions that will probably never be answered.

"Yeah, what were those again? What exactly do you want from me?" Dean asked angrily.

"Start with gratitude," monkey replied dangerously.

"Oh," Dean said sarcastically, smiling.

"Dean, we know this is difficult to understand," the one who had been staring at me finally spoke.

"Now, seven angels have been murdered. All of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight," Ugly monkey explained.

"Demons?" Dean asked. The darker uglier man looked my way with a smirk.

"How are they doing it?" Dean asked.

"We don't know," he said.

"I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it?" Sam asked. "I mean a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league, right?"

"We can handle the demons, thank you very much," Ugly said glancing my way again. He was seriously starting to annoy me.

"Once we find whoever it is," Grumpy added.

"So you need our help... hunting a demon?" Dean asked incredulously. I sat down on one of the bed with my arms folded glaring at this ugly ass thing in front of me.

"Not quite."

"We have Alastair." Fuck! I am screwed! I am totally screwed. I have to leave. I have to run. Alastair couldn't find me, not now. I knew I should have just left.

"Great. You should be able to name your trigger man," Dean told them.

"But he won't talk. Alastair's will is very strong," the nicer, hotter blue eyed babe explained.

"We've arrived at an impasse," the big ape spoke.

"Yeah well, he's like a black belt in torture. You guys are out of your league," Dean replied.

"That's why we've come to his student," Monkey announced. Student? I am so in way over my head here. Way over my fucking head. Bobby knew this, knows them more than I do and sent me with them. I think I am going to be sick, again. I need to leave. I needed to get the hell out of here. Was that, is that why the fucker was looking at me? That asshole, he knows.

"You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got." Dean looked shocked and scared at the same time. Whatever the hell happened to him in hell scared the crap out of him, would scare the crap outta me too truthfully.

"Dean. You're our best hope," the blue eyed man said.

"No. No way. You can't ask me to do this, Cas, not this," Dean said talking to the blue eyed babe. Ugly monkey smirks and moves closer.

"Who said anything about asking?" Monkey told Dean taking another step towards him. We all exchanged questioning looks and then there was a flutter of wings and everyone but Sam and I are gone.

"Dammit!" Sam yelled. I looked over at Sam and he looked back at me curiously.

"Who were those dicks?"

"Castiel and Uriel..."

"They're angels?" Sam nodded. Alastair and Angels! Freaking awesome! I wonder why they didn't just smite me right then and there. I shrugged off the thought not really caring right now. I was alive and that's what counted. Then I hear a sharp knock on the door and a girl walks in, totally uninvited if you ask me.

"I can still smell them," she said disgustedly. She isn't human, she's a demon. What the fuck Sam? What was Sam doing hanging around with a demon and not just any demon. Ruby! This isn't good. "Seriously, Sam, I'm not exactly dying to tangle with angels again."

"I need you to find out where they took Dean," Sam said .Ruby gives him a look, then gives me a look and smiles.

"Addi baby, how've you been? It's been a while. Daddy's looking for you, you know." She didn't. I know she didn't! I knew there was a reason no one liked this bitch, especially me. Oh and did I mention she almost got me killed a couple of months ago? Oh yeah, stupid bitch. It was when Alastair first started looking for me. She found me then sent more demons to try and get me. Fucking whore! I swear I am going to kill her. I glared at her and Sam stared at me confused. God dammit now I have to explain everything to him. I know it was self-fish to want to know everything about them but have them not ask anything about me, but I just wasn't the communicating type.

"Not sure I see the problem. You know they have Alastair strung up six ways from Sunday? Dean cuts himself a slice, Al's reduced to a quivering heap and the good guys get the goods. What's wrong with that?" Ruby admitted.

"He can't do it," Sam said.

"Look, I get it, you don't want him going all Torture Master again," Ruby inquired.

"No, I mean he can't do it. He can't get the job done," Sam corrected. It sadden me that Sam didn't have didn't have much confidence in Dean. I mean I didn't want to see Dean torturing people, but then again, maybe just Alastair, but Dean is strong and I know if he got pissed enough he could do it.

"Something happened to him downstairs, Ruby. He's not what he used to be, he's not strong enough." Sam explained. Seriously Sam, why are you even explaining yourself to this bitch? Why is she still even breathing?

"And you are?" Ruby asked looking at him, then at me with an evil bitch smirk.

"I will be," Sam replied. What did he mean by will be? I needed to high tail the hell out of here. I was confused as hell, the things I knew and the things I didn't know were starting to get to me. This is why I hunted alone, this is why I disliked being with other people, other hunters. Everything was really confusing, the Winchesters were starting to uncover who I really am and all this wasn't going to end well. They couldn't know that I was… no…

"I'll be back Sam. Have to get some things." Sam nodded and sat on the bed. As soon as she exited the door I turned to Sam.

"Ruby? Seriously! How did she sweet talk you into being one of her puppets?"

"Puppets?"

"Ruby isn't any good, I can't believe you are associated with her! What are you thinking Sam?"

"I'm thinking maybe she can help us," he explained.

"Help us or help you?" He stood up from the bed and stood over me. He was pissed off, I could tell by the way his nostrils flared.

"Don't push me Addi. I am not the only one with secrets here. I know you aren't human, I know…"

"You don't know shit Sam!" I yelled rising up from the bed standing right in front of him. He turned to walk away shaking his head.

"Let me guess, that demon skank told you so," I scoffed and shook my head in disbelief, forgetting that the penis of an Angel also informed both brothers. He nodded slightly. "Whether I am human or not isn't any of your business, but you don't have to worry about me anymore. I'm leaving" I finished and walked to the bathroom to grab my things. I walked out of the bathroom with half of my things. I grabbed my clothes and stuffed everything in my duffle, not even caring if anything was forgotten. Sam just stood there and watched me. He didn't try to stop me or argue with me. He just let me go. Once I was done a grabbed my bags and walked through the door, never looking back. Next stop, I definitely did not know, but the farther away the better.

There you go! Chapter number 3! I want to thank all of you who have subscribed, again. Thank you so much I appreciate. Leave some feedback! REVIEW

Next Time on Us, Them and The Apocalypse:

"I have them and I am going to torture them till you give in Addison."

Alastair is the biggest, baddest demon in hell and he is also my father.

"Well hello there Addison."

"Addison, Addison, Addison, How I have longed to meet you, you're pretty, just like your whore of a mother." I gritted my teeth as he punched me again.

Suddenly Alastair grabbed my hair pulling me up to my feet. He stabbed a needle into my chest. It was full of a red substance.

"Get in there and heal them. Miracle. Now!" Sam orders.