Still waiting for the boys to show up on my door step.

So, this chapter is short, and the next chapter will be short. Sorry, but that's how it works out. But, on the bright side, I'll be able to have it up really quickly if I get reviews! And isn't that just the perfect motivation?

"So, how is he?" Madison asked as Sam clicked the end button on his cell.

"Decent." Sam dropped the phone onto a wrought iron table and sat down on the edge of Madison's bed.

"You're lying."

"Yeah." Sam laid back and put his arms behind his head. "He's really upset."

"About the pregnancy?" Madison slipped up beside him.

"No," Sam sighed, "About the fact that Chase was against telling him, and that she took such great lengths to get away from him." He frowned, "She underestimates him."

"Oh?" Madison rested her head on Sam's shoulder.

"He's not all bad. I mean, don't get me wrong, he certainly has his moments, but he's a good guy. She doesn't give him enough credit." Sam's frown deepened. He wasn't thrilled that Chase was back in the first place. No. That wasn't right. He was happy for his brother, happy that she had a second chance, but she shouldn't be here. And now she was two months pregnant? Yeah. Two months. What the hell was going on? She had been dead for two months. Dead people don't have kids. And then she up and leaves? Leaving Dean to fall to pieces yet again? And he was still having nightmares of everyone dying. Maybe he was the one without enough credit.

"Don't brood." Madison interrupt his thoughts.

"What?"

"You're brooding. Don't do it."

He laughed, "Easier said than done, Maddy."

"Dean's a big boy, he can take care of himself," Madison responded seriously. "And maybe Dean's not the only one not getting enough credit. Chase is freaked out beyond belief. You should have seen her…"

"Seen her what?" Sam prodded, hoping to get to the bottom of Chase's mental lapse.

"Break down." Madison took a deep breath. "I know I haven't really known her that long, but she never ever let any real emotion show. Desiree told me she's always been like that, even when her parents died, and Thomas, too. But for Dean, for everything that's happened, she was torn apart."

"So she runs?"

"How do you think she earned the nickname Chase?" Madison scoffed, "That's what she does. She runs."

"But why?" Sam practically growled. "Why run away from Dean? From what could keep her safe?"

"She's worried he'll all end up the way everyone else she loves did."

"Which is?"

"Dead."

Sam wrapped an arm around Madison's shoulders. "He won't."

"I know."

XxXxX

Chase stretched out in the creaking hammock behind her parents' house. She had to admit, even though she hated being back here, there was no place that could relax her more than her own little haven beside the lake. The breeze caused the water to lap onto the rocks, creating a quiet lullaby that easily lulled her into a daze, and the sun shone lightly, making everything glow in the early morning. She and her sisters had spent forever on this bank. Well, almost forever.

She closed her eyes and used a foot to swing the ropes back and forth. Dean had still been asleep when she had checked on him before her hunt. She hoped he would sleep a few more hours. It was obvious he was exhausted when he found her last night, and talking until dawn hadn't helped him at all. But things were better for it.

Dean was truly okay with everything. He seemed to actually want the children, to want to protect them, love them even. Yet, even though he was alright, she was still freaked as hell. There was no explanation to the two month old children inside her. She had been dead, and it was impossible. And while she was slowly, very, very slowly, getting used to the idea of being a…of having kids, she didn't know what to make of it all. Or if she should even try to make sense.

It would be so much easier if she could talk to someone who had gone through this before, but how many mothers had been resurrected? Oh, yeah. None.

"Chase?" Dean's voice was timid. A first, she swore.

"Morning," she answered, his nervousness echoing in her.

"I know we talked about a lot of things last night, but there was one thing we didn't hit. And I don't want to upset you, but…" He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the ground.

"What?" Chase asked quietly. It was obviously bothering him.

"You aren't…I mean…" he sighed. "I'm not going to have to waste anymore gas chasing you, am I?"

She burst out laughing. She didn't mean to, really, but his expression was priceless! "No, Dean. I'm going to stick around here." She scooted over on the hammock to give him room. "Would you seriously keep following me if I didn't?" she asked lightly.

"To the end of the Earth," Dean answered seriously before kissing her.

XxXxX

Rox ran a comb through her long hair. She was sick of all the emotionally charged clients she'd had of late. California was not good reaping. No matter what anybody had said.

"Roxanne!" a voice echoed through the dark walkways and into her chamber.

She unwillingly set the comb down and made her way through the darkness into a larger room lined with candles. In the center of the room was a raised dais on which stood a shallow basin of silver, murky water.

"Roxanne," the voice said again.

"Yes?" Rox lowered her head in respect for the man that stood on the other side of the room.

"I am disappointed that you have failed to see," he said regally.

"See what?" she asked.

"They will band together, Roxanne," his voice monotone but vivid at the same time. "They will band together to destroy us. We will not touch them."

Rox laughed, "With all due respect, I have seen, but it is a very different ending from the one you're describing."

Suddenly, another voice added itself to the room. "She's right, you won't touch them." There was a flash of light, and the man disappeared as his scream echoed around the room.

"It's about time," Rox snapped marching behind the dais and gazing into the water. "I thought I was going to have to kill him myself."

The yellow-eyed man came up beside her and looked over her shoulder, "Couldn't let you have all the fun."

She laughed, "I'm glad he's dead."

"Yes, you and your brother never did get along."

"Helenus was always the golden son and Cassandra the perfect daughter. What was I supposed to be?"

"Vengeful," his yellow eyes flared. "And you're very good at it."

"That I am," she grinned. "Now, let's see how that little bitch is doing."