Bobby's Place

Ashley was a killing machine even more than usual after losing her baby. Of course, she was upset, but her form of upset was anger and that made her look even more like Dean. On this latest hunt, Sam wouldn't stop eyeing her like she was a fragile doll teetering on the edge of a high bookshelf looking down. Seeing Sam second guess her every move instead of watching her back only pissed her off more.

Dean was pleasantly surprised with how she was handling herself. Dean had pretty much got the night off, so he was happy when they got back into the Impala to blow out of this town. "Bobby has something for us" Dean said settling into his seat behind the wheel.

"Do you know what?" Ashley asked from the seat next to him.

"Probably just some demon crap" Dean chuckled as he crossed South Dakota's state line.

"Boy do I love demons" Ashley sighed sleepily; the adrenaline had finally worn off and left her feeling like she just got hit by a truck.

As if she was in a tunnel, Ashley heard the door next to her squeak open and someone bend down to pick her up. The scent of motel soap eased her half-asleep mind and allowed her to fall back asleep.

"How she holding up?" Bobby's gruff voice was lowered to a whisper as Dean carried his passed out sister up the stairs past Bobby.

"Uh, a little too fine" Sam said passing a hand through his sleep tangled hair.

"What do you mean 'too fine'?"

"It's like she never got knocked up with the antichrist" Sam said plopping himself down at the kitchen table in front of a beer.

Dean's heavy footsteps echoed down the empty hallway, alerting Bobby that another beer was needed, just in time too. Dean walked in to see his father-figure leaning against the counter watching his every movement.

"What?" Dean barked, not liking how both men were eyeing him.

"You need to stop babying her boy" Bobby remarked back.

"How am I babying her?" Dean asked leaning against the door, giving Bobby his you're pushing it face.

Sensing Bobby just hit a nerve, he dropped the subject and issuing the two hunters into his study to fill them in on what he had found which smelled like a ritual. According to Bobby, there were victims who had their hearts ripped out all over the place, including Minnesota, Colorado, and Iowa.

"Alright, weird" Dean said, feeling exhaustion set in.

"Yeah well, I figured the 3 of you could do it faster than Rufus, that old bag of bones."

"Yeah sure thing Bobby, we'll get started in the morning" Dean said kicking off his boots and depositing them next to the door before he headed back upstairs. Sam walked to the red velvet couch, stretching and making himself look twice as big. "Mind if I steal your couch Bobby?" Sam asked stifling another yawn.

"What? Don't wanna try and squeeze yourself in between those two?" Bobby grumbled as he grabbed another beer from the fridge.

"Yeah, funny Bobby. Thanks for the couch" he said taking off his shirt and waiting until Bobby was up the stairs before stripping off his jeans and changing into shorts.

Ashley head Dean come into the room, so she rolled to the side furthest from the door. Dean leaned down onto the bed, trying not to shift the mattress's weight too much.

"De" she mumbled sleepily rolling to face him.

"Yeah Killer?" Dean answered closing his heavy eyelids and flopping down on his back.

"Why'd you suddenly attach yourself to my hip? A year ago you could barely go near me."

Dean didn't like where this was going, nor could he come up with an answer to her question.

"Sorry I asked" she said rolling back over. She was followed though, Dean rolled onto his side to show he just didn't know what to say. "De, since when do you even like touching someone else, let alone spooning?" Ashley asked, opening one eye as she looked over her shoulder. She didn't mind the fact that he had suddenly gotten so close to her, it just wasn't something she was used to. Granted they were brother and sister, but Ashley felt like this might be crossing the line just a tiny bit.

"Always. That's why I'm always getting a girl in my bed-of course it's never been my sister..." he said trailing off and opening an eye to judge Ashley's reaction and thankfully she bought it. Ashley only nodded in approval to his response before he could cut off any quick come back she could muster out "Come on get some sleep, we got a big case staring at us from tomorrow" Dean smiled, lying back down on his back.

"Mmmkay De" she muttered as she put down her shoulder, allowing Dean's snores to lull her back to sleep.

It couldn't have been more than a couple hours before Dean was punched in the side by Ashley before she shot up and leaned over the side of the bed.

"What?!" Dean asked, pulling the silver knife out from under his pillow looking around, but that's when he saw Ashley leaning over and body contracting; knowing there was nothing he could do right that moment, he made way over towards the door to turn on the room's over head light, just in time to see Ashley's body completely slump and send her over the edge of the lifted bed, head first into her sick on the hard wood floor.

"Shit" Dean breathed out instantly going into survival mode to check on his passed out sister.

AN: Oh no! What's wrong with Ashley now? A couple more chapters for this story! But before you bite my head off, a sequel will follow. I have this ending all set up, so look for it in like 6/7 chapters. I never thought I would be taking this story so far, but I could not have done it without all of you guys! Thank you all SOOO much.
I know you don't know how I am going to end this story yet, but give me a couple hints as to what you want to read about and maybe I can work them in!