A/N: I was working on this for NaNoWriMo, but recently decided halfway through that I no longer have the time for the nonstop crazy writing. BUT I wrote up to chapter TEN of this because of it. And also, I would like to add quick that yes, this fic does follow a few cliches for the Supernatural fan fictions. Truthfully, I like some of them and think they're what make the fandom so cool because everyone brings it out a little differently. So yeah...that's my take on that. Enjoy and review!

Chapter 3: Secrets and Blood

It only took a day and a half until the four pulled up to Bobby Singer's place in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Mainly because the Winchesters alternated on who would drive. At first, Dean was just going to drop them at the bus station in Oregon, but his curiosity claimed the best of him.

Everyone got out of the car, only to find Bobby standing on the front porch of his house. Tori ran up to him for a hug. "Uncle Bobby!"

"Good to see ya, Tori." He pulled her away, smiling at her.

Ashley was next to greet him. She gave a small hug and nodded. "Everything good?"

"Everything's good, Ash. Promise." The girls moved so Dean and Sam could talk to Bobby. "You boys took care of 'em right?"

Dean nodded. "'Course we did. It wouldn't be right if we didn't."

"Um…" Sam looked unsure about whatever he was about to say. "Can we talk to you Bobby?" He glanced at the girls. "In private."

Bobby nodded and told Ashley and Tori, "Why don't you two go inside and get situated." They nodded before going into the house. "So…what's on yer mind?"

"It's Tori," he said, shaking his head.

"Well, what about 'er, you idjits."

Sam cleared his throat as Dean rubbed the back of his neck. They exchanged worried looks. "We think she might have something going on. Like weird mojo," Dean finally said.

"You mean like an angel or a demon?"

"Maybe…" Sam put his hands into his jacket pockets. "Or even a witch."

Bobby chuckled. "I've known her since she was a baby. Ain't no way she's a witch, or an angel or demon."

"Possession," Dean quickly suggested."She's got an anti-possession tattoo on her back. Ash, too." He narrowed his eyes. "What brought this on?"

Looking towards the ground, Dean told Bobby, "Something weird happened when she touched me…"

"Oh, here we go…" Bobby rolled his eyes. "If yer getting' warm fuzzy feelings about Tori, it ain't somethin' weird."

With a concerned look, Sam shrugged. "Do you think maybe…you could at least talk to her? The way Dean described it just made me remember…"

"Remember what?" Dean asked, looking at his younger brother suspiciously.

"Just…never mind. It's probably nothing."

Bobby huffed. "I'll talk to 'er. Don't expect anything though."


Tori went directly to Bobby's library when the two got in the house. Ashley was a few steps behind and she asked, "So what do you think that's all about?"

She looked over her shoulder nervously. "Don't know." In truth, Tori was worried. She had a good idea they were probably discussing her. She shouldn't have ever touched Dean…

"Tori, you sure? I mean, you know Bobby would've had us out there if it was about one of us…"

Tori let out a sigh as she picked up one of the older books on the desk. "They were talking about us. After we left the motel, I think."

The look on Ashley's face was mixed between suspicion and worry. "What about us?"

"I don't know. Dean just wanted to know about us. About Chuck's writing." She looked down at the book, feeling guilty she wasn't telling Ashley about the little incident she had with Dean.

"Positive?"

She looked up to find Ashley leaning against the doorway to the kitchen with her arms crossed, clearly not believing her. "Yes, I'm positive," Tori told her strongly.

Ashley shook her head, shifting her footing. "Alright. Don't' bite my head off about it."

"I wasn't…"

"Wasn't what?"

Tori clammed up as soon as Sam spoke. He walked into the room as he pulled off his jacket. "Nothing," Ashley snickered as she pushed off from the wall.

Opening the book and keeping her eyes down, Tori heard Sam say, "Tori. Bobby said he needs to talk to you in the basement."

She closed the book, swallowing hard. "Okay…" Tori put the book down on the desk, shooting Ashley a worried look over her shoulder. Ashley just shrugged a shoulder. She seemed as confused as she was.

Tori walked out of the room to the stairs that went to the basement. She was doing her best to hide how nervous she was, but Tori had a feeling Bobby would see through it. Taking in a breath, she hurried down the steps.


When they heard the footsteps, Dean tensed up. He felt bad for having to corner her so to speak, but there was something up. Dean took in a breath as the door to the panic room opened and Tori entered.

She was pulling her blond hair back into a ponytail once she was in. Tori smiled at Bobby, but frowned when she set eyes on Dean. "What's going on?"

"Have a seat Tori," Bobby told her nicely, nodding to the lone wooden chair in the room.

As Tori walked to the chair and sat down, Dean looked at Bobby, who was sitting on the cot. He was worried about how this would go. He shifted his footing and crossed his arms as he leaned back against the cold iron wall of the panic room.

Tori looked from Bobby to Dean and back. "What's this all about, guys?" From where Dean was, it almost looked like she was trembling.

"It's later; Tori, and now you need to explain."

"Explain what?" she asked, only glancing at Dean for a moment.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You know what I'm talking about. You touched me and… I can't even explain what it was really."

He kept his gaze locked on her and she fidgeted for a moment, twiddling her thumbs. "I have this…thing." Tori frowned, shaking her head.

"Tori," Bobby began, "no one's gonna judge you or anythin', but we need to know what's goin' on."

She nodded and inhaled quickly. "You remember how my real parents died, right?" Tori asked as she looked to Bobby.

"A fire, right?"

"Well, two years ago… I found out it wasn't just a fire."

Dean's look hardened. "How old were you?"

"Six months."

His jaw fell open. Was Tori another 'special' person that Azazel cooked up? He swallowed, trying to fill in the pieces. "So you're one of the special kids that the Yellow Eyed Demon created?"

She gave a silent nod. "I thought Sam was the only one left from all that?" Bobby asked.

"He was… I don't get it," Dean grumbled.

Bobby shot Dean a thoughtful look. "Tori, what is it ya do?"

"When I touch people, I get a glimpse of their thoughts and memories."

"Can you…do it now and Dean here'll be yer test subject."

"Do I have to?" Tori questioned in a slight whine.

Dean looked to Bobby. It was obvious Tori didn't want to do this. Maybe they could simply take her word and be done with it. Bobby gave a knowing look and Dean walked over to Tori, holding out his left hand.

Tori hesitantly took his hand and the tingling sensation spread across his skin. It was like running through the winter cold in barely any clothes or getting a little electricity injected in his blood stream. He let out a breath as she let go.

"Was it bad?" In Hell…?" Tori asked in a whisper.

Dean's expression dropped. "She's telling the truth."


The two sat awkwardly in Bobby's library, both looking at a book they had in hand. Ashley looked up from her book. It was something about Salem witchcraft, but she wasn't entirely paying attention to it.

Sam looked up from his book, raising his brow curiously. "Uh, you okay?"

"Why are you and Dean so interested in Tori?" she asked outright. Tori was like her little sister. Ashley looked out for her, and she had since they were younger.

"We just… We've dealt with a lot the past few months. It's just a precaution." Sam shut the book and sat it on the desk next to him. "It's not like we enjoy questioning random people we meet."

"Random?"

His eyes widened. "Not entirely random, I mean." He shook his head, letting out a chuckle. "Never mind."

Ashley raised an eyebrow, half amused by the entire situation. "Do I get to question you two next?"

"Only if you really want to," Sam laughed.

"Awesome." She slammed her book shut and dropped it to the floor beside the old sofa. "So what's your story?"

"My story? Uh…where should I start?"

"Parents. Were they hunters?"

Sam frowned. "Dad took up hunting after our mom died in a fire."

Ashley stopped him before he could say anymore. "A fire?" He nodded. She remembered the details Tori told her about the death of her parents and looked at Sam with suspicion. "How old were you?"

"Six months…"

Her jaw fell agape. "Tori too."

"It was a nursery fire?"

Ashley nodded. "Uh huh. I didn't know her until years later, but she told me about it."

He leaned forward with interest, keeping his voice down as he spoke. "Can she do something that's…different?"

"You're behind, Sammy," Dean's voice said as he stepped in the room.

Ashley hadn't heard the footsteps, but she perked up nonetheless. "She told you?" she asked.

Tori stepped out from behind Dean, looking at the floor. "I did, but its okay. Bobby said they'll keep a secret."

With a stern look towards Dean, Ashley said, "They'd better."

Sam crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. "I'm still not in on the secret."

"Tori here's one of Azazel's work. When she makes skin to skin contact with someone, she gets a peek in their head," Dean explained.

"Or to simply put it: touch and go," Ashley added.

Sam nodded. "Alright. But why wasn't she at the town when everything happened?"

No one in the room spoke. It was dead silent and the lack of sound bothered Ashley. She cleared her throat.

"He didn't…" Tori began. Ashley looked at her curiously. "The yellow eyed demon didn't have a use for me. I was a…dud."

"Did he tell you that?" the younger Winchester asked. Tori nodded in response.

Ashley was shocked. This was something Tori hadn't mentioned to her before. It made her wonder if she was hiding anything else from her. It was a feeling of betrayal and like she was hit in the face. Ashley got up and walked past Tori and Dean to make her way outside. She took a deep breath of the afternoon air shakily.

"Are you alright?" a voice questioned.

She turned around to see Castiel and furrowed her brow. "Not really. What are you doing here anyway?"

"I'm checking in on Dean."

"Do you do that often?"

Castiel nodded blankly. "Yes."

She nodded back, turning again to stare at the cars in the junkyard. "He's inside." That was her signal that she wanted to be alone.

"I presume Tori told you today," the angel pried.

Ashley turned to look at him with a half glare. "She did, yeah. Like you said."

Castiel kept his stoic expression and said, "If you need to talk, I will listen."

"Thanks Castiel," Ashley smiled, "but I'm fine. I just wanna be left alone for now." Without another word, he turned and disappeared, leaving her alone like she asked.


Dean went back down to the panic room to help Bobby out with something, leaving Tori and Sam alone in the library. Tori fidgeted in place before moving across the room to sit on the couch. The entire time, she could feel Sam's eyes locked on her. Frankly, it creeped her out.

She looked at him from under her short bangs as he said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

Sam looked around once before keeping his eyes on where Dean showed up to interrupt Ashley and his conversation before. "Did you," he whispered, "ever have demon blood?"

Tori was taken back at his question. "What?" she hissed.

"Demon blood. It makes you…stronger. Well, it does for me."

"It does?" She was slightly interested. If it made him stronger, maybe that meant it could fix her little problem. She could be more useful on hunts with it. "How did you get demon blood, Sam?"

Sam frowned. "It's not the most admirable thing, but I know a demon. She helps me." He picked up his jacket and pulled a silver flask out of a hidden inner pocket. Sam held it out to her. "You can try it if you want, but I won't make you."

She stared at the flask for a moment before taking it from him. Twisting off the cap, she frowned. "H-How much do you take?"

"Just a sip should work."

Timidly, Tori brought the flask to her mouth to let a small amount of the demon blood sneak out. It tasted weird to her. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad. She didn't even feel different.

"Anything?" Sam asked as he took the flash back.

Tori shrugged. "Let me see. Can I have your hand?" He held his hand out and before she touched it, she heard something.

…maybe I shouldn't have…

"Say that again."

"Say what?"

"You just said something, Sam."

Sam shook his head with a curious look. "I didn't."

Frowning, Tori told him, "You just said something about how you shouldn't have done something. I know what I heard."

A shocked expression came over Sam. "You just read my mind, didn't you?" He smiled. "I knew it. Blood has the same effect on you."

"I don't want anymore though. Being able to hear thoughts all the time…. I'd rather deal with not having physical contact with people." Tori was telling the truth. Sure, it meant she still couldn't be with anyone, but relationships as a hunter didn't exactly work out in the long run anyways Ashley told her.

"If you change your mind, talk to me." He offered her a smile. "Oh, and don't tell Dean or anyone else. Please." They don't know about this, I think.

"Your secret is safe with me Sam," Tori assured him. "Just make sure you don't tell anyone about mine."

"I won't."