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The Winchester form of protection wasn't all I had expected it to be. It was less of a battle and more of an endless blur of hotel rooms. We ran for weeks, there was no other word for it than running. We had no plan and I highly suspected we would keep on the move until Sam or Dean thought of something, or until the angels caught up. It was inevitable, I knew that, they knew that, even Cas knew it. He hand done all he could, from carving a concealment charms into my ribs, to standing vigil each night. Then he had just got up and left one day, it had been about five days since we had seen him. I could even hear Dean praying to him at night sometimes, just an endless babble of pleading to come back and help. We couldn't face the angels on our own, and there was no saying when they'd show up. Not to mention we had more problems cropping up every day.

"Dean? I don't care if that's a new episode of Dr Sexy you're watching, I don't want us to have to pay another night's stay because we miss check out. " I popped my head into the mostly empty hotel room we had been in the process of vacating before Dean had gotten distracted by the TV. He was supposed to be bringing the last few bags out to the car for Sam and I to load in, but after ten minutes I had seen the screen flickering through the front window.

"Huh? Oh, I'll be right out, just one sec..." He fumbled with the remote and hastily shut off the TV before I could get a good look at what had been playing, but that didn't lessen my suspicions.

"What were you watching?"

"Dr. Sexy, let's go before Sam gets mad." He threw the remote onto the bed behind him and grabbed his bag, ushering me out the door.

"No, it wasn't." I ducked under his arm and lunged at the TV, clicking it on before he could stop me. My face filled the screen, or rather, a terribly old photo of me did. Sinking down onto the bed, I watched as the news anchor talked about how the search efforts to find me had spread out over three counties. If only they could realize just how many miles away I actually was.

"They think I was abducted?"

"They aren't ruling out you being a runaway either. After the whole 'faking your death' stint, the police think this is all some big insurance fraud."

"What?! They're gonna try and arrest me then!" I watched as a hotline number scrolled across the bottom of the screen. "Do you think I should call and tell them what actually happened? Tell my parents I'm okay?"

"No, no one will believe you. And besides, you tell them you're alive and you might as well attach a flashing neon sign to your head for the angels to see. You'd be all over the news, it's not worth it." We watched in silence for a few more moments until the field reporter did an interview with my mother, only then did I shut it off.

"What do we do then? It's only a matter of time before someone recognizes me. I'm not gonna go into hiding until this whole thing blows over. If it blows over." I asked Dean and he frowned and stared at the blank screen for awhile, as if expecting the answer to appear. It must've worked because a slow smile began to spread across his face. "What's that look for?"

"Ever wondered how you'd look as a blonde?"

A few more hundred miles later, I sat staring unhappily at the face reflected back at me in the cracked bathroom mirror of our new hotel room. At the boys' insistence I no longer had my beautiful, long auburn hair that I had spent most of my teen years growing out. In it's place was a peroxide-blonde Bob that I had cut myself with a pair of kitchen shears. I hated it, it puffed my cheeks out and made me look five years old. It made me look weak.

"You'll never admit it but I think your new hair makes you look cute." Dena said as he walked into the room holding a small black box.

"It's terrible, don't even say that." I plucked dully at one dry strand. "Did you get my new ID?"

"Yep, you're now Tempest Winchester. Welcome to your new life." He held out the card to me with a fluorish and I examined every inch of the plastic. As an extra precaution Sam decided it would be better to not just look the part of a new person, but also have the proof of it.

"Let me guess, long lost sister? It's really the only route you can take with it.."

"No, you're Sam's wife."

"What?!" I stared at Dean in disbelief. "You said we were gonna be blood related, not married!"

"Yeah, well that's just not as believable now is it? You look nothing like Sam or I. Look, I even got you a pretty ring!" He opened the box revealing a small gold ring with a miniscule diamond on it.

"Wow, big spender. Did this cost you a whole dollar at the flea market?" I slipped it on my finger and squinted at the small gemstone.

"It was all I could find on short notice!"

"If Sam's ring has a bigger diamond than mine, I'm gonna be pissed." I mockingly glared at him and he rolled his eyes and left the room. I chuckled slightly but sobered up again when I looked back down at the ring. It was a temporary fix, just like the hair, just like the hotels. There was only so long that we could keep putting band aids on the problem and pretend that things weren't as bad as they actually were. I sighed and headed back out into the main room. Dean was already asleep but I could see Sam's dace illuminated by the light from his laptop. He spent mist of his spare time doing research, on what I didn't know, but he didn't seem to be getting much useful info from it anyway; his notebook was barely touched.

"Any good news, hubby?" I whispered to him as I sat on the foot of his bed.

"Hilarious, Tempy, and nothing yet. Don't worry, I'll find something soon." Sam had so much confidence in his work that it was oddly impressive. Where most people would be discouraged, he never gave up, always citing that someone somewhere had to know something. I wished I could agree with him.

"Don't stay up too late, you'll be too tired to enjoy our honeymoon in the Bahamas. Which reminds me did you remember to book our flights-" The quiet buzzing of my phone cut me off. It was a cheap, prepaid one that Dean had bought me in case I somehow got separated from them. I stared at the caller ID, half-expecting just another telemarketer but the number on the screen was much more familiar than that. My mother was calling me.

"Sam, that's my mom's number, what do I do?" I panicked and a dark look crossed his face.

"Give it here, I'll deal with it." He held out his hand but it had already stopped ringing and I let out a sigh of relief, marked by only slight disappointment.

"Must've been a wrong number." I laughed it off until it started ringing again and this time I didn't hesitate to answer it. The voice on the other end was not who I was expecting, but I recognized it nonetheless. The conversation was one sided, short and to the point. Two minutes after it had first rang, I was up and running around the room, frantically re-packing my duffel bag.

"What are you doing?" Sam hissed. "Who was that?"

"I don't have time to explain, I need to go."

"Go? What are you talking about?" Sam ran to the door before me and held it shut as I tried to leave.

"They have my parents. The angels have my parents." I explained and felt tears prick the corners of my eyes.

"They're bluffing, Tempy. How did they even get your number? We'll figure this out together, going on your own won't solve this."

"You always say that. I have to go on my own or they'll kill them. I can't take that sort of chance, Sam. Please move." I spoke calmly and stared him down but he refused to budge. "This is what happens when we do nothing, people get hurt. If we hadn't have spent so much time finding the best deals on hotels, then maybe my parents would still be okay. But you and your brother are in way over your heads and there's no way you can come out on top of this. Let me go, I can take care of myself." His grip on the door loosened and I was able to open it with some force.

"This is stupid, even for you. Don't think Dean and I won't be right behind you to clean up the mess you're gonna make. That is, if we can clean up the earth after you've destroyed it." He spoke coldly and I could hear Dean moving around in his bed. We had woken him up which was my cue to leave. Sam was giving me a choice, something Dean wouldn't do.

"That's the risk I'm willing to take I suppose. We all do crazy things for the ones we love, even you can't deny that. See you on the other side." I turned on my heel and walked out into the night. I had only what was in my bag and the coordinates to where I needed to be. Now I was in over my head, and there was nothing I could do but pray that I wasn't going to drown.