Hey...sorry for the long wait.

Here is chapter 20.

I do not own anything except Gabby.

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"I think I know what is going on."

Twenty minutes later I was furiously trotting through the eerie apple orchards. My flashlight illuminated my path, my gun pointed straight out in front of me. "Stupid humans and their sacrifices," I muttered to myself. I thought humanity left this barbarity back in the middle ages.

"Dean," I yelled, hoping to find my missing hunting companion.

No answer.

I continued walking.

"Dean," I yelled again.

That's when I heard the noise.

The small crunching of leaves and brush, plus the small whispering wasn't that hard to make out. I quickened my pace. "Dean," I yelled once again. The wind in the orchard started to pick up, sending an all too familiar chill down my spine. I gulped as I pushed forward.

I turned the corner to find trees with empty ropes on them. I let out a sigh of frustration as I blew some of my excess hair that had fallen out of my side pony tail out of my face. Then I felt leaves and moss chomping behind me. My heart quickened as I gripped my gun tighter.

I quickly spun around, gun cocked and pointed, ready to fire. My finger was ready to pull the trigger.

"Whoa…easy there princess," Dean said desperately while holding his hands up. Emily was standing there right behind him holding on to Sam's arm.

"Sam," I muttered as I lowered the gun and made my way over to embrace the enormous man. The dream was still on auto play in my mind. I needed to know Sam was real and in one piece.

"Oh yeah, sure…don't worry I'm fine…just almost got sacrificed to a bloodthirsty scarecrow by a group of tree huggers," Dean said with extreme sarcasm.

I laughed into Sam's jacket.

"That's what you get for indulging yourself with too much pie, fat ass," I joked as I looked around for the scarecrow god.

"I have a great ass, Princess," Dean muttered as he reloaded his shotgun.

"So where is Jeepers Creepers?" I asked still looking around.

"I don't know, let's just get out of here," muttered Sam. We all began to run towards the orchard exit.

We reached the clearing to find that the elders were there with weapons surrounding us.

"It'll be over quickly, I promise," Harley said distressed and with hope.

"Please," Emily pleaded with tears in her eyes.

"Emily, you have to let him take you. You have to—"Harley started saying but was interrupted with the piercing scream of his wife. The scarecrow had stabbed Stacy through the stomach, and before he knew it, Harley fell victim to his own god. Emily piercing scream ran through the orchards as she turned her head to bury it in shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her.

"Shh...it's okay…it's over," I muttered into her hair, hoping to give her some kind of comfort.

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"Are you sure you want to do this? You know the whole town going to die," Dean asked as he gave Emily the flaming branch. We were lighting the tree that gave the scarecrow its powers.

"Good," Emily said as she set the fiery branch on the tree, the old oak going up in passionate flames. I smirked, strong girl.

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"Well's here to another case down," Dean said as he raised his beer. The thunderous crowd at O'Malley's Pub making it almost impossible to hear.

"And we're still in one piece," I added as I raised my glass.

"Here here," Dean added as we all took gulps.

"I'm glad you're staying with us Sam," I told him with a small smile. Sam had told us that he would be hunting with us rather than try to find John on his own.

"Yeah…someone has to keep you from jumping Dean's bones," said Sam with a laugh as he took another sip of his Miller.

My eyes went wide as I completely spit out my beer. I quickly looked around to see Dean at the bar getting us another round.

"Don't worry, he can't hear us," Sam reassured with a smile.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Sam," I told him.

"Stop lying to yourself, Gab," Sam said with serious eyes as Dean returned with the beer. I just shrugged Sam off, hoping he would drop the subject. I know I did, five years ago, at least I thought.

"What should we toast to this time, ladies," Dean asked as he looked at Sam and I. Sam gave his brother the annoyed Winchester glare and Dean threw his head back in laughter all while sporting the Dean Winchester smirk.

Suddenly, a serious note was struck within me. This was family, and I could have lost them forever in this case, or any other cases. Being a hunter for so long, you start to feel that you're invincible, no one can touch you. But we are vulnerable, one wrong move and we could be lost in complete darkness.

"I think we should toast to being alive," I suggested while looking at both Sam and Dean.

Sam nodded and raised his beer.

"Amen, I am alive," Dean toasted as we clanked our glasses together.

"Amen," I muttered as I sipped my drink.

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About an hour and four beers later, Sam respectfully retired to the room, leaving Dean and I chatting at the table.

Soon enough, the jukebox started playing Aerosmith's "I Don't Want To Miss A Thing," which happens to be one of my favorite songs of all time.

"I love this song," I told Dean with a glint in my eyes. This song came with some very good memories.

"I know you do , sweetheart. You made me teach you how to slow dance to this song back when you were like thirteen," Dean said with a bright smile, recalling the memory.

I smiled back. "Ha-ha...yes I do remember. You know what still gets me to this very day?" I asked with humor.

"…The fact that you were the brother who knew how to slow dance, not Sam. That still blows my mind to this very day," I joked.

"I am full of surprises, sweetheart," Dean as he threw his arms up.

I raised my eyebrows up as for a challenge. "Well, come on Casanova, let's see if you remember how to dance," I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor.

We cupped our palms together as we started to sway to the slow beat of Aerosmith. When his hand reached my waist was when I started to come back to reality. I was dancing with Dean Winchester. I took an inaudible gulp as the heat rushed to my face.

"Gab, you okay?" Dean asked while staring at me in the eye.

"Yeah, I am fine. Why?" I asked, trying to play it cool.

"You've been off lately," he answered.

"What makes you say that?"

"You're eyes change colors when you're worried," he answered. My head snapped up and as I looked at him in confusion.

"Huh?" I asked.

"When you're happy or excited your eyes are bright blue, and when you're sad or in distress they turn green," he answered seriously while tucking a piece of fallen hair behind my ear. Am I dreaming?

My heart swelled at the statement.

"You notice that?" I asked as we continued dancing.

It was his turn to look at me in confusion. "Of course I do, it's my job. Gabby, you're family. If something we're to happen to you, I think I would die." Dean finished as he tightened his grip around me.

My eyes teared up as I suddenly pushed myself closer into his chest. I buried my head into his jacket as I let my tears fall as Dean's arms engulfed me.

That was moment I knew that I was always going to need Dean Winchester in my life.

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