For once in his life, Dean was actually glad that he went through something terrible in his past. His first trip to Purgatory was jarring, terrifying, and nothing short of a severe wake up call. The last time his feet were planted on gray soil, his only mission was finding Cas. Reclaiming the angel he had fallen in love with and making sure they both got back home safely was the only thing he cared about. It took them a few months to navigate their way through the sea of monsters and find the exit, and during that time, Dean adapted to his surroundings. He found his stride; made survival weapons, picked up some tricks to use in combat, and grew closer to Cas through the hardship. And Dean desperately hoped all of that knowledge was still there. He hoped that the portal was still open and that he remembered the way to it.
Because this time, it wasn't just him and Cas that needed to get out. It was Sam and Gabe, too. Both angels were graceless, Gabriel was already injured, and to make things even worse, the gray sky was starting to dim. Night was falling in Purgatory, which meant there were worse creatures than werewolves to be concerned about. The vampires would come out to feed, the ghouls would scour the place for flesh, and Leviathan – if there were any left here, from Raphael's past visit – would surely descend from all corners to feast on the newcomers. The open area the Winchesters were currently standing in was about to be overrun with monsters, and Dean knew he needed to get everyone to a safer spot.
While Sammy worked on bandaging Gabe's leg and getting the bleeding to stop, Dean speedily searched the ground for some relatively sharp rocks. When it came to primitive and savage territory, primitive and savage weapons were a must. The last weapon he made here was constructed from a leg bone and sharpened slate, and he planned to recreate a few copies of it again. In the meantime, a gentle voice in the back of Dean's mind was softly reminding him that he was separated from his son. Jude was still on Earth with that dark cloud, having the worst birthday ever. But Dean tried his best to ignore the topic of his child as he worked. Not because he didn't want to think about Jude, but because he needed to maintain his focus. He's with Bobby and Jess, Dean mentally replied to the frantic voice in his head, Don't worry. Jude is fine.
"Can you stand up, Gabe?"
Dean glanced back to see that Sam was on his feet and holding both bloody hands out to Gabriel. The short archangel whimpered and winced a bit – acting like an injured five-year-old, rather than an ancient being – but eventually let Sam raise him up.
"Ow!" Gabe squeaked, wobbling against Sam's torso, "How the hell do you guys do this for a living?!"
"A lifetime worth of practice," Sam answered blandly.
Dean found a few suitable rocks among the leaves on the ground and piled them up, switching his search over to sticks and bones. It wasn't hard to find a few ribs and teeth; they were scattered everywhere, like the whole forest was a mass grave. But Dean was looking for femurs and tibias; long strong bones that wouldn't break as easily. A 'thunk' drew Dean's attention to the side, where Cas had dropped down on his knees beside him. Cas's eyes were a little vacant – as if he, too, was having trouble not thinking about their son – but his hands were moving in the gray leaves.
"What are we looking for, Dean?" the angel breathed, ready to help.
Dean gulped first, wishing that he could help his own husband feel better about this horrible situation, but eventually relocated his voice.
"Bones," he answered, "We've gotta make some blades... Cas, do you remember where the portal is?"
"Faintly," Cas nodded, his low voice flat, "I recall it being far to the North-West, but without knowing our current location, it would be hard to decipher... Let's use the bones from the werewolf corpses."
Dean raised his head to look at the few dead carcasses nearby. Duh. Why didn't he think of that before? With Cas on his six, Dean walked over to yank Sam's pocket knife out of the eye socket of a werewolf and used it to cut into its leg. The loud 'sclurge' sound it made as Dean dug around to pull out its bones caused Gabriel to gag.
"Ugh!" the archangel groaned like a wuss, "What the hell are you doing, man?!"
"We need its bones for weapons," Cas explained so Dean wouldn't have to.
"Seriously?!" Gabriel huffed, "Ew, this place is like Fear Factor on steroids! We've gotta get home!"
"We are going to get home," Dean barked as he worked, using a bit of force to rip the tibia free from the dead werewolf's meaty leg, "but in order to do that, we have to find the freaking portal."
"And to get there, we must have weapons. Thousands of undead abominations stand between us and our passage back, and seeing as you and I are powerless, sturdy weapons will heighten our chances of survival," Cas explained.
"Plus, it's about to get dark around here. We can't see in the dark, but those monsters can," Dean added, "So unless you want to be dinner for some ancient ghouls, I suggest we find a safer place to camp."
Dean finally freed one of the bones and passed it to Cas, who started to wipe off the excess blood.
"Camp?" Sam repeated, his voice a little high, "You mean, you actually want to camp here? In this place?!"
Dean paused his slice into the werewolf's leg to look up at his little brother. Sam was clearly petrified by the idea of staying in Purgatory longer than he needed to, but Dean knew better.
"We can't move at night, Sam," Dean denied, hoping that his brother understood, "We get as much ground covered during the day as we can, and then we stop moving at night. Because that's when they come out. That's when they all feed. You and I might be able to fight off waves of monsters, but these angels can't. And I'm not putting them at risk... Okay?"
Dean tacked on the last word so that his message wasn't too strong. As if on cue, a distant howl echoed through the ashy trees, making everyone look toward the sound. The screech vibrated around the area and faded out as the wind blew, making the hairs on the back of Dean's neck stand on end. Damn, he hated that sound... When silence returned, Dean looked back up at Sam and Gabriel, who were holding onto each other for dear life.
"Okay," Sam gulped with a nod, "What kind of place are we looking for?"
"Somewhere with good cover and at least two escape routes. We don't want to be completely closed in," Dean explained.
"Got it," Sam confirmed, "Come on, Gabe. I'll help you walk."
"Walk? What if I need to run?!" Gabe asked nervously.
"Then I'll carry you," Sam resolved with a sigh, leading the archangel away.
"Really? You'll carry me? Like a real moose? Maybe we should fashion a saddle or something," Gabe joked in a shaky voice.
"Don't push it," Sam mumbled.
Not wanting Sam and Gabe to get too far ahead, Dean freed the last leg bone he needed from the corpse and turned to gather up the rocks. He stood up to follow their brothers, but when he glanced back at his husband, Dean stopped. Cas had that look on his face; that deathly anxious, fearful expression he wore back when Jude and Gabriel were kidnapped by Naomi. It was the look of a parent without a child; a terrified mother who longed to hold her baby.
"D – Dean..." Cas almost whispered.
He didn't have to say anything else. Dean already knew how Cas was feeling, because he was feeling it too. Neither of them knew if their son was okay. They didn't know for sure if Jude was hurt or not; whether he was safe, or alone, or scared. Whether he knew that they were still alive. All they had to go on was faith. And though he was tempted to fret over his son's well being, Dean had hope that Jude would be alright. The kid was practically an adult, now. And he was the son of the two most badass warriors of all time. Wanting to comfort his worried husband, Dean stepped over to wrap his free arm tight around Cas's shoulders; tugging him into a warm embrace to press a firm kiss to the side of his head.
"Jude is gonna be alright, Cas," Dean softly promised into his ear, "We're going to make it back to him."
Dean could feel Cas's arms trembling around his torso, but he held his own limbs firmly around his angel. He knew that Cas needed support right now, especially since he was human. In return, Cas's head weakly nodded against Dean's shoulder.
"Yes. We are," Cas replied in a determined tone.
When Darkness fell on Sioux Falls and started to surround uncle Bobby's house, he told everyone to spread out and throw blankets over the windows. He theorized that if the Darkness couldn't see the people inside, it might pass over the house. And although the electricity was off and it was difficult to see without the lights on, all of the teenagers did what he asked. Jude and Clarence went upstairs to cover the second floor windows while Jessie and uncle Bobby covered the ones on the first floor. Poor Oliver, however, was stuck on the phone with his worried mom, trying his best to calm her down.
Apparently, the Darkness had taken over most of Kansas already and knocked out the power, which forcibly closed Ms. Jane's clothing store. Of course, in light of such a wide-spread disaster, her first instinct was to call her son, make sure that he was okay, and ask him to come home, but it was hard for Ollie to tell his mom where he was without her freaking out even more. While uncle Bobby and the Winchesters lit candles and searched the radio stations for information in the kitchen, Ollie had taken his mom's frantic phone call into Clarence's empty bedroom. Jessie wished that she could help him somehow, but what could she do? The whole world was being affected by dark clouds. The only way she could stop it was by doing what Papa told her...
Aunt Rowena and uncle Crowley returned in less than twenty minutes with armfuls of books, equipment, and a few jars of ingredients. Staring at all the things on the table in the kitchen made Jessica wonder if all of this witchcraft stuff would really help. It had always helped before, but this time seemed different. This time, her parents and uncles weren't around to make sure everything went according to plan.
"Okay, dumplings. Here's what we're going to do," Rowena cooed as she unrolled a black sheet of felt fabric on the table, "Fergus is going to be a good boy, and use a location charm to find your uncle Michael -"
"I am?" Crowley blurted, narrowing his eyes at his mother.
" - and in the meantime, I'm going to figure out a way to link the portal in Robert's garage to the one in Purgatory," she continued, eying the three teenagers, "It shouldn't take long to find Michael, but the portal will take a wee bit longer. I suppose that after we speak with the archangel, we should figure out a way to get rid of this 'Darkness' fellow. I'm hoping to have the portal linked by then."
It felt like Jessie's head was spinning. This was all happening so fast. She was proud of her aunt Rowena being so level-headed when she, herself, felt like panicking. Still, Crowley was blinking at his mother in disbelief.
"And just how do you propose I find a missing archangel?" he grumbled, "Shall I just pull him out of my arse?"
"Aye. That's what you tend to do with everything else, isn't it, love?" Rowena smirked and batted her eyelashes at her son.
Crowley's glare was his only reply, but luckily Rowena regained a serious composure.
"We'll just use the spell that we used to find Clarence's drug-addicted birth mother," she replied, "Since the children are technically related to the archangel lad, a strand of their hair should suffice."
It seemed like Crowley was glad to hear her resolution. His sight drifted to Jude and Jessica before coming to rest on Bobby near the fridge. He reached out to pat the old man's shoulder with a gentle hand.
"Darling, I'm going to need your globe," he said, "And some rubbing alcohol. And those left-over Jellyfish parts, if you have them."
Jessica turned to share a weird look with Jude. Jellyfish parts? What kind of weird science experiments and spells were Bobby and Crowley doing with aquatic animals? Surprisingly, Bobby seemed indifferent to hearing the bizarre list of ingredients that Crowley needed. He just nodded and turned to go retrieve the items. While Bobby left the room and Rowena opened her books and sorted her things on the table, Crowley stepped over to the teenagers and held out his hand.
"I'm going to need a strand of hair from one of you," he informed, his eyes staying fixed on Jessie, "Preferably yours, love. The length will be easier to work with."
Without hesitation, Jessica quickly combed her fingers through her own hair and caught a few stray pieces. She gathered the strands in her palm and held them out to Crowley, who gently scooped them up and took them to the counter. As he walked, a slight rumble echoed up from the floor. Bobby's house shook a little bit, as if a small earthquake was taking place. Rowena paused to hold onto the table, Crowley hugged the counter, and Jude and Clarence clung to each other, all looking around at the walls and ceiling with worry. Jessie reached out to steady herself with the nearby door frame until it stopped. The rumbling noise and movement eventually died down, but it left everyone in the house trembling. What was happening out there? Was the Darkness causing earthquakes or something?
When Jessie straightened back up, her first thought was of Ollie. Was he okay? Did the rumbling scare him too? Desperate to check on him, Jessie quietly slipped out of the kitchen and sneaked down the hall to Clarence's bedroom. The door was cracked open and she could hear Ollie's voice as she approached.
"Yeah. South Dakota," he huffed into his phone, "No, Mom, we just... we just drove really fast, that's all... No, I'm not lying. That's really where I am... I promise, everything is okay. I'm not hurt... No, don't try to drive mom, it's dangerous out there! … Yeah, I saw it on the news, too... I'm still with Jude and Jessie..."
Jessie gulped a little as she peeked inside to see Ollie standing by a lit candle on Clare's dresser. His red hair was a mess, from where he kept raking a nervous hand through it, and his face was full of regret. But his eyes, those chocolate orbs that Jessie loved so much, they were full of pain. It was clear that Oliver didn't like being away from his mom during this crisis. He was worried to death about her, and having to lie about what was going on didn't make it any easier.
As Jessica stared at the boy she loved with all of her heart, seeing the distress and anxiety all over his face as he walked around and tried to calm his mother, she began to wonder if their relationship was the cause of all his problems. Would things be better for Ollie if he didn't know the Winchesters? Would he be safer if he wasn't in Jessie's life? If they weren't together, Ollie would probably still be with his mother, where he belonged. Jane and Ollie could wait out the Darkness together, in their beautiful home, safe and sound. Instead, they were torn apart and worried about each other. All because Jessie wanted to keep him with her. And that didn't seem very fair...
"No, don't say that, mom," Ollie almost begged, plopping himself down on the end of Clare's bed so that he could lean over, "Please don't... I know you're worried, but driving in the dark isn't going to help... Sioux Falls, but don't – No, don't get in the car, mom. Please... I love you, too... I don't know what's happening, but I'm sure it'll be okay... No, I haven't gone outside... I know you do, but... I'm not going to leave Jessie here, mom. She's – she's all shaken up..."
The more Jessica listened to her boyfriend's concerned voice, the more her eyes began to fill with tears. She could tell that Ollie just wanted to go home; that he missed his mom so much and just wanted to be with her. But he couldn't go anywhere because of Jessie; because he felt like he had to stay for her...
Burdened with guilt, Jessica slowly backed away from the door. Really harsh and painful ideas started to bloom in her head as she felt a hot tear roll down her cheek. Maybe things would be better for Oliver if he wasn't romantically involved with Jess. If it came down to it, Jessica could easily reshape Oliver's memories with her grace. She could erase herself and her family from his mind and Jane's, making it as though they had never existed. If she did that, would it change the future? All those visions she had seen of them being together as adults – the precious faces of the children that she and Ollie were supposed to make some day – would it all go away if Oliver forgot about her? Would he find someone else? Have a life, marriage, and children with someone else? Would he be safer? Would he be happier?
"Jessie?"
With a sharp intake of breath Jessica turned in the hallway to see her cousin and his boyfriend. Jude and Clarence walked up to her with worry, both holding candles and searching her face.
"You alright, Barbie?" Clare asked, his tone low and hard, as if he was ready to hurt anyone who had made her cry.
Jessica sniffled a bit and wiped her eyes, trying to give herself time to think of her reply. She was actually grateful that two of her best friends had found her in the hallway, because she felt like she could fall apart at any second. In the candlelight, Jessie glanced between Jude and Clarence's questioning eyes as she stepped closer to them and away from the cracked bedroom door. Should she tell them about her thoughts? Would they understand?
"Ollie is worried about his mom," she explained, taking a deep breath.
"Is Ms. Jane okay?" Jude asked, his eyes widening with concern.
"Yeah, I think she's fine right now. She just wants to be with Ollie," Jessie assured, "But I... I was just thinking that... M – maybe things would be easier if I... sent him home..."
"Sent him home?" Clarence scoffed, pausing to glance around the darkened room, "Uh, I think you need to take another look around, Jess. Sending that kid home would be a death sentence."
"No," Jessie denied, shaking her head and feeling her tears resurface, "I mean send him home for good. If I wiped his memories of us, he would have a better life... Oliver doesn't deserve this. He didn't do anything wrong -"
"Neither did we," Jude softly pointed out.
"Yeah, but he's different. He's human," Jessie argued, "The only reason he's stuck in this mess is because of us, and he deserves a chance at a better life, right? It's like Dad said. Being a hunter is a curse. And if I can keep that curse from happening to Ollie, shouldn't I do it? I mean, I – I love him with all my heart and I want to be with him, but I don't want to keep him out of selfishness. I only want what's best for him -"
"You are what's best for me."
Jessica nearly gasped again and spun around at the sound of Ollie's deep voice. The freckled-faced boy had stepped out of Clarence's bedroom and was still holding the phone, but his cocoa eyes were fixed on Jessie. Looking at Oliver – and knowing that he heard everything she said – made more warm liquid pool in Jess's eyes.
"Jessica, please don't send me away," Ollie begged, reaching out to tenderly hold her hand, "I know I'm not much help in these 'Superhero' situations, and that I probably get in the way a lot. I can't kick much ass – but I know you can. And I'll do whatever I can to help you get your parents back and stop that giant ink monster. Besides, you oughta know by now... that you are the best part of my life. I won't leave you, Jessie. I'll stay right here and help you."
Tears were slipping down Jessie's cheeks faster than she could stop them, but they were slowly morphing from sad tears into happy ones. Here, Jessica's mind was set on the notion that Oliver was stuck in this situation because she wanted him there, but she never stopped to realize that Ollie wanted to be there. And hearing him confirm it out loud made Jessica feel a little better. She quickly wiped the fresh tears from her face again before stepping over to pull her Ollie-pop into a fierce hug; breathing in the sweet smell of hibiscus on his shirt and letting the feeling of his heartbeat calm her down.
"I love you," Jessie whimpered on his shoulder.
"I love you too," Ollie whispered, his free arm tight around her back.
"Wow, Red," Clarence's voice murmured behind them, "That was so cheesy, it gave me indigestion."
There was a small thump, which Jessie assumed was the sound of Jude forcefully nudging Clarence in the ribs, and Clare hissed a tiny 'ow.' Ollie and Jessie stayed in their embrace for a moment or two before she raised her head to look at his adorable face again. Jess could hear the faint sound of Ms. Jane's voice on the phone, rambling frantically in Spanish. Ollie noticed Jess's glance toward the phone and sighed.
"Listen, I know my mom isn't supposed to know about your family secrets or anything," Ollie began, "but, is there anyway that we can bring her here? She's freaking out and wants to drive all the way to South Dakota in the dark."
Jessica gulped and looked back at her cousin Jude, hoping that he could give her some ideas. Jess knew that she had the power to fly and could easily transport Jane to Bobby's house in less than a minute. But that would mean venturing back out into the Darkness, and Jess could almost hear her Dad's voice in her mind, warning her not to even think about risking it... But this was Ms. Jane. She was practically Jessie's mother-in-law already. Jude seemed to be thinking the same thing because he gave her a woeful nod. Though it was dangerous right now, flying was the best option...
"Here," Jess said, quickly pulling the wooden jewelry box full of grace from her pocket and holding it out to Jude, "Keep this safe. I'll be right back."
"R – right back?" Ollie repeated, his eyes growing, "Wait, what are you – ?!"
Before she heard the rest of Oliver's panicked question, Jessie concentrated her grace and flew from Bobby's house. Her feet landed inside Ms. Jane's clothing store in Lebanon, near the checkout counter at the front. Just like Bobby's house, it was dark here; no fluorescent bulbs or natural light at all. The huge glass walls around the entrance displayed the sea of black fog just outside, where people on the sidewalks seemed to be running for safety. Inside the store, a few customers were all using cell phones in the dark, trying to see what was going on with their built in flashlights. Nervous chatter filled the whole area.
It only took Jessie a few seconds to locate Ollie's mom. The sound of her loud Spanish voice was a dead giveaway. She was staring out the window at the front, gripping her car keys tight with one hand and clutching her cell phone with the other. Thankfully, Jessie was able to approach Ms. Jane from behind, which gave her the added advantage of stealth.
"Calabaza?! Oliver?! Are you there?!" she nearly shouted into her phone, "Answer me! … What? …No, you need to come home! … Porque ya lo digo!"
Being as quick and quiet as possible, Jessica stepped over and reached around to tap Jane's temple. Jess used her grace to turn the woman unconscious – knowing that it would be easier to explain everything later when they were safe, rather than now while they were in a dangerous spot – and caught her around the waist as she fell over. Her car keys and cell phone fell out of her limp hands and dropped to the floor. Once Ollie's mother was in her arms, Jessica immediately flew back to Bobby's house, leaving the store full of confused and shocked customers behind.
The two of them landed in the dimly lit study, where Jessica instantly turned to lay Jane down on the vacant sofa. She tried her best to be as gentle as possible, making sure to rest Jane's head on a pillow and straighten both of her legs out. As Jessie brushed some of Jane's dark hair away from her face, the sound of footsteps came rushing into the study. Jude, Clarence, and Oliver all came in with happy faces, appearing glad that both ladies had returned. Ollie glanced at his cell phone, which he was still holding to his ear, and turned it off.
"Mom?" he asked, walking over to look at Jane on the sofa.
"I, um, put her to sleep," Jessie explained, "Don't worry. She'll wake up in a few hours. I just wanted to get her here without freaking her out -"
Before Jessica could even finish her sentence, Oliver's lips were connected to hers. He had given her a pair of sweet puppy eyes and swooped in for the kill; cradling the back of her head and pulling her close by the hip to meet their mouths. Jessie's eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed the sudden kiss. Wow. Ollie must have been really grateful to have his mom back. It was a good thing she was unconscious right now, otherwise this kiss would have made her really uncomfortable... Ollie eventually pulled back to look his girlfriend in the eye with a bright smile.
"You are the sweetest angel in the world," he breathed.
The only thing Jessie could do in response was let out an airy giggle. Once again, her head was too busy swimming to really focus on thoughts. It wasn't until uncle Bobby cough loudly that she remembered there were other people in the room. Bobby, holding a lit candle in one hand and a large globe in the other, gave each of the teenagers a glance before looking down at Ms. Jane with a frown.
"Ah hell," he sighed, "Which of you young'ins went and got her?"
Heat flashed on Jessie's face as she felt every eye slowly gravitate to her. Uh-oh. Was uncle Bobby going to be mad when he found out that she went into the Darkness again? Luckily, the old man only huffed an upset sigh and shook his head.
"I'm glad the lady's alright and I don't mind her staying... but please don't leave the house again," he asked flatly, "I'm already worried sick about your dads. I can't add y'all to the list, okay?"
"Yes sir," Jessie instantly nodded.
All of the boys bobbed their heads in unison too; even Ollie, who couldn't actually fly anywhere. Bobby nodded with them and gestured to the kitchen.
"C'mon. We're gonna find that archangel," he mumbled.
After giving Oliver's mom one more glance to make sure she was sleeping peacefully on the sofa, Jessie took Ollie by the hand and led him into the kitchen with the rest of the guys. Rowena was hard at work at the table, cycling through old books and combing through the objects in her large bag. When Bobby handed off the globe to Crowley, another mild tremor shook the house, making everyone cling to the nearest person. Jessie briefly closed her eyes and held tight to Ollie's arm, wishing it would all just go away. The shaking eventually stopped and Crowley positioned the globe on the counter near the fridge.
"So, how is this spell supposed to find that Michael guy?" Clarence asked.
"It's relatively simple," Crowley replied over his shoulder, as he crushed up something in a bowl, "We're going to pour this mixture over the globe and recite a certain phrase. Since we are using a strand of Jessica's hair, the spell will cause to globe to reveal the location of any living ancestors by making their whereabouts shine on the map. And since she is the daughter of an archangel and Michael is the oldest archangel in existence, his location should shine the brightest."
Everyone nodded blandly, glad to know how the process worked – except for Ollie. His mouth was open and there was a smile twitching on the corners of his mouth.
"Awesome," he commented in a whisper.
Jessie smiled at her boyfriend as she squeezed his hand. It was so cute to see him get excited about magic. At the counter, uncle Crowley did exactly what he said. He started by pouring a thick, clear liquid over the globe, coating the entire thing in a thin film. Uncle Bobby held a candle close to the tiny world so that they could see what they were doing. When the small world was covered, Crowley held his hand toward it and muttered a Latin phrase, too low for Jess to hear the words. After a few seconds, tiny sparkles of light started to appear on the globe. All of the teenagers gathered close to the counter to see it in action. Lots of points of light were scattered all over the place. Were those... angels? There were so many, she could hardly count them all! So many family members she had never met before! Why were they all on Earth? And why didn't she know any of them?
"Here," Crowley hummed, pointing to the globe, "This has to be him."
"Where is it?" Bobby asked, holding his candle even closer.
Jessie could hardly see the words on the globe, but uncle Crowley could. He leaned close to the round map and studied the dot of light, reading which city it was closest to. The answer must have been pretty humorous to him, because he turned around to smirk at everyone – especially Clarence.
"Chicago," Crowley purred.
Everyone looked toward the blonde demon boy in the kitchen, who was suddenly wearing a huge smile. Chicago was his home; the place where he was born, abandoned, raised by witches, and finished going up on the street. He probably knew every single nook and cranny of that city. And hearing that Michael was there seemed to make his day.
"That's right, bitches," Clare grinned, "I've got this."
(Author's note: Yep. That's right. Michael is in Chicago. And we're about to go get him! :D Although the Winchesters have been trying to prevent it for many years, I believe the penny is about to drop for our lovely Ms. Jane. Everything she thought she knew is about to be flipped upside down. Lol. :D Btw, that Spanish phrase she said earlier, "Porque ya lo digo!" translates to "Because I said so!" (but I am, sadly, not fluent in Spanish, so if it is wrong, please correct me!) :) Also, Jessie tends to take after her Dad when it comes to bad inner thoughts, like the ones she had in this chapter. She and Sammy (and most of the characters in this story) are quick to jump to the conclusion that things are somehow their fault. (aren't we all like that, sometimes?) ;) Luckily, Jessie had her boys to talk her down. And her Ollie-pop to kiss all the bad thoughts away. ;) I hope you guys are still enjoying the story so far! Thank you sooooo much for reading and commenting! The next chapter – which contains some first time Jollie smut! – will be out soon! :D
Classical E Centric, Haha! You are definitely right, darlin. When Jane wakes up, everyone is going to have a lot of explaining to do. XD But I think that she will adapt to the news fairly well. After all, she's probably been suspicious of the Winchesters' "Jobs" for some time. ;) I'm so glad you're enjoying the story, darlin! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! Have a great weekend! :)
GeekGirlForLife, Lol! Yes, Gabriel is an absolute wimp when he's graceless! XD He's so lucky that Sam is there to protect him. Otherwise, he would be toast in a place like Purgatory. :D Oh yes, the kids are in for a pretty rough ride, but as long as they stick together, they will be A-okay. ;D Aww, thank you so much for the compliment, darlin! And for reading and reviewing! :) Have a great weekend! :)
Banana Theft, Oh yes! One cannot have total angst without some form of comedy to balance out the heaviness. It's much like Sam and Gabe's relationship; Without Gabe's comedy, Sam would drown in his own angst. (Sam: Hey! I do okay! Me: Yeah, but you do better with the golden trickster. Sam:...True. Carry on.) XD Yep, our happy lil hunters are going to kick some Darkness butt! Riiiiight after they get some back up. Lol! XD And yay! I'm so glad you hated Amara like I did! She was one of the biggest mistakes of the show, if you ask me. (Dean: No one asked you, tho..? Me: It needed to be said, Dean! Now get back in that bedroom with Castiel right now! Dean: *holds onto his panties and runs back to bed*) XD Thanks for putting up with my weirdness, darlin! And thanks for reading and reviewing! I hope you enjoy this week's chapter! Have a great weekend! :)
Ashley Allen 46, Aw, nope. I'm sorry to say that Gabe is really not used to being without his grace. But he's still got Sam, so it all works out. Lol! XD *Wraps you in a blanket and hugs you super tight* Don't worry, darlin! I've got ya! I promise our babies will be okay in the end. There will be some angst, but nothing they can't handle. ;) Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, darlin! I hope you have a great weekend! :)
Deanstiel's Daughter, Haha! I know, right?! Graceless!Gabriel is a magnet for trouble. Lol. XD Good thing Dean has already been to Purgatory once and has some much needed background info. :D Jude and Jessie definitely have their hands full right now, but I have faith (eh? See what I did there? Hehe!) that they will kick just as much ass as their daddies. :) Oh yes! We will definitely learn more about Darkness as the story goes on. (Mostly from Michael.) And, AWWW! You got a promise ring from your Cas?! That is sooooo sweet! :D :D :D I ship you guys so much! Lol! XD Congrats, you guys! I'm so happy for you! :D Darlin, thank you so much for reading and reviewing! And I hope you have a great weekend! :)
sir wilfrederick, Hello there, darlin! :D yes! We definitely got this! XD Aww, yes! A human, two angels, the king of hell, a half demon, a witch, a salty hunter, and a sex-obsessed Jack Russell. Team Badass FTW! XD And you are right, things are going to get interesting very quickly. ;D And, ah, Ms. Jane. She's a worried Spanish mess. XD Aw, thank you so much, darlin! I'm so glad you're enjoying the story! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! Have a great weekend! :)
Sammy's Rose, OMG, I know right?! It feels like just yesterday that Dean accidentally knocked up Cas and stuck an angel blade in Metatron's chest. Now, the kids are all grown up and saving the world! I am equal parts happy and sad about that. :D/:( Haha! Poor Human!Gabe wouldn't last two minutes without his hunter family. (It's years of pigging out on candy, come to bite him in the butt. Lol!) :D LOL! Seriously, Gabe! Dickie can't offer the kids much help, unless they need something humped. (Which, as we are going to see in the next chapter, they can do just fine on their own. Lmao!) XD Aww, I'm really proud of our Pumpkin-head too! :D I think that after everything that's happened to him while he's around Jude and Jess, Ollie's pretty much used to it by now. His momma, on the other hand, is a little less calm. Lol! XD Yes, I promise that my version of Michael will be much more tolerable than the canon version. ;) and, oh my chuck! I've never thought of the name "Singer-McLeods" but that is sooo sweet! I might have to use it. lol :D Ha! Yes, Clare and Oliver don't seem to have much in common on the surface, but they do share that "I'm in love with an angel with a huge crazy family" trait. Which brings them closer together. Lol XD And I can't tell you how happy I am that the Macarena made you laugh! XD (My head canon is that its one of Jane's favorite songs from when she was a teen, so whenever Ollie hears it, he thinks of his mom, and therefore made it her ringtone... and Jess's ringtone on his phone is "Here Comes the Sun." Because of course it is. Lol!) XD I'm so glad you're enjoying the story, darlin! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I hope you have a great weekend! (PS, I can't wait for more of that Banshee fic! Happy writing!) :D