A/N: I do not own anything Supernatural, I only own Tara and Ashley. Adriel is a biblical angel, I do and do not own him. I own his personality and his earthly appearance.

Chapter Nine

Ashley walked quickly along a hall, looking over her shoulder anxiously as she passed several doors before finally opening a door at the end of the corridor and passing through it silently. She glanced back once more before closing the door. Her hair was still a ruddy color, but the dye put in by the demon Ruby had begun to wash out. She sighed as she locked the door behind her and leaned against it wearily. She looked up at the door at the end of the rather bare room, only a single cot sat against one wall.

Slower now, Ashley crossed the room, reaching out to the door. She opened it, wincing when the door squeaked loudly before sliding through the door. She paused in the next large, windowed room, looking around herself for a moment before jogging to the large, paneled door across from her. She opened the door and ran through it. She continued running, breaking into a sprint as she ran down the hill away from the church behind her.

She made it all the way down the hill and to the line of trees, hiding behind one particularly large sycamore tree and looking back up at the church. She panted softly, her breath coming in little puffs of steam from the cold. She turned her back on the church and ran through the trees, making her way to the nearby village. She crouched at the edge of the forest and looked down at the small collection of houses.

She picked her way down the rocky slope to the village and up to one of the larger buildings with a sign over the doorway proclaiming it as an inn. She drew in a shaky breath as she opened the door and walked through it and to the desk set up in the middle of the large room between two sets of staircases. An older woman with a pinched old face and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on the tip of her nose looked up at Ashley and wrinkled her beak-like nose.

"Hello, may I help you?" the woman asked in a rather nasally voice.

"Yes, do you, by any chance, have a phone and the number of the nearest taxi service?" Ashley asked, placing her hands on the desk.

"Yes, I do, but it is for customers only."

Ashley nodded. "Yes, I will be staying here for the rest of the night and leave in the morning," Ashley said with a wave of her hand. The old woman nodded.

"That will be fifty dollars for the stay and there is a phone in your room. Room 34, ma'am," the woman instructed, taking the money and handing Ashley a key and gesturing up the stairs.

Ashley thanked the woman then walked up the stairs quickly and quietly. She fumbled the key for a few seconds, then opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind her. She walked to the phone on the bedside table and picked it up, dialing the number for the taxi service indicated on the laminated list next to the phone. She scheduled a taxi to come pick her up the next morning at seven thirty.

Once she had made the call, she sat on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. She didn't cry, she had already done too much of that. When she had woken up and been the only one in her body, Lilith had told her that she had killed her baby, Sam as well as a small town. She had been too frightened to ask if her sister had died as well, but Lilith told her something that interested her; her sister had had a child five years ago.

Ashley sighed as she laid back on the bed and closed her eyes, letting exhaustion take over as she allowed herself to sleep into a light, fitful sleep. When she awoke the next morning, she sat up in a cold sweat and glanced at the clock on the table next to the bed; it was six forty-nine, time for her to get up and get ready to leave. She sat up and stood quickly, grabbing what little she had and walked to the door, pulling it open and making her way back to the ground floor. She wrapped her arms around herself as she waited out in the cold for the taxi to show up.

She glanced around, wary of the chances of someone from the church coming down to drag her back. When she heard an engine, she turned and backed against the wall of the inn, waiting for the taxi to get closer. When the black and yellow vehicle stopped in front of her, Ashley slid into the backseat and asked the driver to take her to Boston. The drive to Boston was silent and Ashley was satisfied with that. She had only one person she could call when she was dropped off.

"Bobby?"

"Who is this?" the older man voice asked across the phone line.

"It's Ashley...please, believe me..." she whispered.

"Ashley is dead; whoever you are, you need to never call this number again," the line disconnected.

Ashley tried not to cry as she set the phone back on the hook. She took a deep breath as she pulled more change out of her pocket and quietly dialed the only other number she thought might be useful.

Tara sat up from her deep sleep when she heard her phone ring. Dean groaned from beside her and she heard Sam roll over in the bed next to them. She chuckled and reached over, picking up her cell phone and answering it.

"Hmm...hello?" she said, smiling down at the crib where Brooklynn lay sleeping.

"T-tara? Please don't hang up on me," came broken the voice of Tara's sister.

"Ashley?" Tara exclaimed, louder than she meant to. Both Winchesters sat up quickly from where they had been sleeping and moved closer. "But you died."

"No...Ruby and Lilith took me to some church in Massachusetts after...after I killed Sam and the baby," Ashley's soft voice broke again.

"Killed Sam? But he's sitting right next to me and the baby is asleep," Tara responded, frowning at the phone.

"What? But they said I lost control and killed a whole town," Ashley said with a soft whimper.

"Ash, where are you right now?"

"I'm in Boston."

"Do you have enough money to catch a train to Virginia, that's where we are and we'll pick you up."

"Yeah, okay."

"Alright, call us when you get to Virginia," Tara said softly, soothingly. Ashley hung up without saying another word. "It has to be Ashley...no way any demon knows she hangs up without talking when we're separated."

"Ashley's alive?" Sam asked, his eyes wide.

"Yes and she sounded scared," Tara said.

"Are you sure it's even really Ashley, Tara? It could have been a demon that's using her as its meat puppet," Dean retorted. Brooklynn whimpered softly from her crib, raising her little fists.

"Yes, she hung up without saying bye, that's how we know we're okay," Tara said, picking up the baby and rocking her.

Dean sighed but nodded. "Alright, but we still need to be careful; something might be following her back."

And that's that. Well? What do you guys think? R&R if you please! If you don't, I don't mind, but I would appreciate it. :D