A/N:Its the same chapter just fixed all the errors. I finally have started writing for this fic again, seriously writers block sucks....new chapter should be up soon in a day or three lol
Raya had never felt so empty in her whole entire life. It was an empty feeling that spread through her whole body so quickly that she thought it was her who died. She was stoic as Dean lifted her into his arms and carried her to the impala, away from the carnage that lay in the foyer of the Mitchell house. He buckled her into the front seat and said something that did not register in her brain, before shutting the door and pulling out his cell. He stood outside the car, talking frantically for a moment before hanging up and running back inside. She didn't know how long he was gone, but when he returned he was carrying her two duffel bags which still were opened with her clothes carelessly hanging out of them, as well as the bags of clothes her grandmother just bought. She heard the trunk open and two heavy thudsbefore it slammed closed and he was sliding into the driver's seat beside her. He fumbled with the keys for a brief moment and then the car was rumbling to life.
"Where are we going?" she asked dryly, forcing the words to come out of her mouth.
"I'm taking you back to the motel to stay with me while Sam and Bobby-," he broke off abruptly and his knuckles suddenly became white on the steering wheel.
"While Sam and Bobby what?" she questioned further through clenched teeth. She already knew the answer. She already knew what happened when hunters died and what was supposed to happen to their bodies and homes. It was all to be burned down, so there was no evidence left behind and no chance for a hunter to come back as a vengeful spirit. The thought of all her childhood memories and belongings being burned to the ground made her want to vomit.
"Stop the car Dean," she said looking at him.
Dean looked at her in surprise. "What?"
"I said stop the car," she repeated, this time her voice rising.
"Raya, I'm not letting you go back there. That house is-."
"That house is what, Dean? The place where my brother and me and my mother grew up? The place where all my memories, training, skills, everything who I am came from?!" she said angrily. "You're just going to burn it down like it means nothing to me?"
"Raya, please-," Dean started trying to reason with her.
Raya shut her eyes and groaned. Suddenly the brake pedal of the impala slammed down from an unseen weight and the impala skidded to a stop with a loud screech of the tires and horrific grinding sound, right in the middle of the back road. Dean's eyes went wide in shock and he turned to her as his face went completely red.
"Did you just use your freaky magic stuff to stop my car? Are you insane?! You could have dropped my tranny for god sake, not to mention kill us!!" he shouted.
"I asked you to turn the car around nicely and you wouldn't do it," she replied calmly. "Now either do it or I'm going to get out of the car and walk there."
"Raya-."
"Fine!" she interrupted throwing the car door open viciously and sliding out of the car as agile as possible with a pregnant belly. She slammed the car door closed and turned crisply, walking back down the back road toward the turn off to the cabin.
Dean rolled his eyes and pulled the impala off to the side of the road before putting it in park and climbing out, running after her. "Raya, stop!"
"I'm not going to let you burn down my grandparents house, Dean!" she shouted over her shoulder.
He took off in a sprint, jogging to catch up with her before grabbing her arm and spinning her around. She stopped and stared at him, tears streaming down her face. He sighed, wrapping his arms around her pulling her towards his chest, as she began to sob against him once again. Her eyes hurt from all the crying and so did her chest from the heaving. She tried to find the comfort she needed in his warm chest and his soft apologies he whispered into her hair, but it wasn't all there. She was losing everything at a fast pace. She had already lost her brother, now her grandparents, and now they were going to burn down her child hood home. She couldn't take it all at once.
"I can't let you burn it down, Dean," she said pulling back to look into his eyes. "I grew up there. I have so many good memories from there, way better than any of the bad memories. I want our children to grow up in that house."
"Okay," he said brushing her cheek with his fingers. "Okay, calm down. We won't burn down the house. We'll just do a cleanup and then we can…make it a home base for us okay? Whatever you want, now just let me take you away from this place for the moment. Look at you, you're covered in blood and dirt, I want to get you some place safe and change your clothes."
She nodded slowly and wiped at her eyes, allowing him to lead her back to the car. She climbed in willingly and buckled herself in as Dean jogged around the car and climbed inside. He buckled himself in and sighed looking back at her, she stared straight ahead instead of meeting his gaze. He started the car after a moment and drove off down the road, this time much more carefully listening for sounds of damage from his precious impala. They didn't talk at all the whole car ride, which lasted thirty minutes, and when Dean pulled up at the motel, Bobby and Sam were already standing outside waiting for them. Dean parked the car next to Bobby's and then turned to her, brushing her cheek with his fingers.
"Stay here for a moment alright," he said softly. "I'm going to go talk to Bobby and Sam."
She only nodded and watched him climb out of the car. He shut the door carefully behind himself and walked closely to Bobby and Sam talking in a hushed whisper. They all talked for a few minutes as she sat staring at the window, before Bobby and Sam climbed into Bobby's car and drove off in the direction that they had come from. Dean went around the back of car and opened the trunk, slinging all her bags over his shoulder. He disappeared into the room that he and Sam had gotten before returning without her bags and opening her car door.
"Come on," he said offering her a hand. "I started the shower for you."
She climbed from the car, taking his hand and following him into the room. He didn't even give her the chance to sit down; he walked her straight to the bathroom and began undressing her. She didn't even fight with him, she allowed him to strip her and help her into the shower. She leaned into the spray letting it hit her right in the face, the water was hot but she felt to numb to feel anything. She wasn't even sure how she was standing up right.
"Do you need help washing up?" she heard Dean ask.
She shook her head. "I just kind of want to be alone," she softly running her hands through her hair. "I'll call you if I need something. Thanks."
Dean nodded slowly. "Okay," he said with a sigh. "I'm going to bring in your things so you can change and then I'll be right outside."
She nodded and shut the curtain, listening as Dean walked out of the bathroom and then came back in to set all her bags in the corner and shut the door. It was then that the tears came back and fell freely down her face as she watched dried blood fall from her skin and turn the shower water a murky burgundy. She leaned against the cold tile of the bathroom wall and wiped at her face, trying to force herself to stay strong, despite the fact that everything around her was changing and it seemed that everyone who was close to her was dying. Who was next? Her babies? Dean? Sam? Or worse, herself? She slid down the cold tile to a sitting position and put her head back under the spray, trying to drown her pain away. Trying to force herself awake from the horrible nightmare, back into a world where her brother and grandparents were still alive and she was happy again.
She didn't know how long she had sat in the shower, but Dean snapped her out of her thoughts by knocking on the bathroom door and calling her name. She rose back to her feet, as gracefully as she could being pregnant with twins and answered him.
"Yes?"
"You've been in there for thirty minutes," she heard him say. "You alright?"
"I'll be out in a minute!" she called back.
There was no answer and she shut off the now cold water. She grabbed a towel off the rack and toweled herself off before wrapping the towel around herself and stepping out of the shower. She walked to the mirror, wiping away the steam to reveal a red and puffy eyed person that seemed to be her. There were dark circles beneath her eyes showing that she hadn't been sleeping well at all, and her skin was pale. She felt weak and huge with pregnancy; she didn't even look like herself anymore. She sighed and turned away from her reflection, unable to bear even her own image anymore and walked over to her things. Her duffels were there, the two she always carried as well as a travelers back pack which held more personal items, and then there were the bags. The three brightly colored bags that held her brightly colored clothes. She hesitated; debating whether to wear the last thing she had ever received from her grandmother, and decided against it. She grabbed her duffel, unzipping it to find her clothes carelessly tossed in their much unlike the way she or her grandmother would pack. She dug through until she found one of her largest t-shirts and the last pair of jeans she could fit into with minimal effort as well as under garments. She struggled into them and toweled her hair until it was partially dry. She put her hair into a messy bun and washed her face with warm water, hoping to relieve the puffiness, before finally leaving the bathroom.
When she pulled the bathroom door open she found Dean sitting on the bed waiting for her. He rose when he saw her, wiping his hands on his jeans and taking a few steps towards her. It wasn't until he was standing right there in front of her that she realized that she hadn't seen him in three months, and that earlier that day, this moment was to be the highlight of it. It was as if she had just actually realized that he was there and it made her go into his arms and hug him close. He tensed in surprise, but returned the hug tenfold with a sigh.
"God, I missed you," she whispered into his chest, tears stinging her eyes again.
"I missed you too," Dean replied. "I'm sorry. If I had just came a little earlier, or hadn't even left you there maybe this wouldn't have happened."
"Dean," she said shaking her head. "None of this was your fault. That demon was after me."
"And I wasn't there to protect you," he said touching her face. "I broke the promise I made to your grandfather, and because of that your grandparents are dead."
She sighed and pulled away from him. "I can't talk about this," she said shaking her head and grabbing one of her duffels off the floor. "The demons are after me and we can't just sit around here waiting for the next attack."
"Raya, you need to relax. You just went through an extremely traumatic experience, not to mention your pregnant-."
"Oh my god!" she groaned through her teeth. "If I hear one more person use my pregnancy as a way to make me relax, I'm going to go insane!"
Her outburst was met with a swift kick to her insides by one of the twins, as if they were agreeing with their father that she needed to relax. She let out a painful yelp and Dean was on her immediately, helping her into a sitting position on the bed. She took a deep breath, rubbing her stomach where she had felt the kick and looked up at Dean.
"You're right," she said with a sigh. "And apparently your babies agree with you."
Dean smirked, "Oh yeah?"
"Well they didn't start playing soccer with my insides till I disagreed with you so I think that means that they are on your side," she said with a hint of a smile playing at her lips.
Dean's smile widened and he slid onto the bed next to her. He sighed and ran a hand through her hair, looking into her eyes. "I've missed so much….I mean….look how big you are….you look like you're ready to pop," he said looking down at her pregnant belly.
Raya frowned. "Gee thanks."
"No. No. No. That's not what I meant, I meant that I said I was going to be there for you through your pregnancy and I wasn't," he finished touching her belly. "I promise I'm going to do everything in my power to protect you and these babies."
Raya sighed and placed her hand over his on her belly, the increased pressure was met with a kick from the twin beneath their hands. Dean's eyes went wide and he looked at her with a smile full of awe. She couldn't help but smile at him as well for a moment there was just silence.
"Was that a kick?" Dean questioned.
Raya nodded. "Yeah, been getting those a lot lately," she replied with a smirk.
Dean sighed again, this time softer. "God, I've missed so much. I'm already screwing up. How the hell am I supposed to help you raise these babies if I can't even be there?"
Raya's smirk disappeared and she touched his face, making him look into her eyes. "Dean….you're going to be a great father alright?" she assured, trying the best weak smile she could. "Somehow…we are going to find a way through this and…everything is going to be alright."
Dean hesitated, looking into her eyes for some form of proof that what she said would come to pass and finally nodded. "Okay."
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"I'm all down for the evil bang theory and all, but I don't think this a good idea, Azarel."
Yellow eyes flashed with anger and human teeth clenched. His patience had always been thin, especially when it came to disobedience, and now he was far too anxious to allow any disobedience. But as he turned and looked at the pretty blonde that housed the demoness who had stolen his heart-or whatever it was that drew him to her- he forced himself to calm down.
"Isabella," he said slowly, careful not to snap. She may have been a demon, but she was a sensitive demon. "I have been planning this since my father passed away and long since before, I know what I'm doing. Please, just stand there and look pretty."
Her host's face frowned in an unpleasant expression and she walked to the nearest grave stone, plopping down and leaning against it. He eyed her for a moment, before turning back to the head stone. The grave yard was dark, but he knew he was in the right spot. The grave had already been dug out and the casket sat atop the higher grass waiting to be opened, thanks to one of his loyal followers who stood silent beside him. Isabella may have had her doubts, but he knew that this was right. It was all according to plan.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Isabella piped up again.
"Have you no faith in a demons power?" he asked turning his head over his shoulder to gaze at her. "His soul is suspended in limbo; it can be tainted now better than any other time. If he is on our side we will surely be able to kill Raya and the Winchesters as soon as the child is born."
"But how after such a short amount of time can he be transformed into a demon?"
"He is a demon already," Azarel answered, lifting the coffin lid to expose the decaying corpse inside. "He has the blood. He just needs a little more to complete the process. Hold his mouth open."
His follower did as he was told; walking to the corpse and prying its mouth open to the best of his ability. Azarel stepped forward and beckoned Isabella with a wave of his hand. She was at his side in seconds gazing up at him, waiting for an order.
"Give me your hand," he said pulling the knife from his back.
Isabella hesitated. "You're going to use my blood?"
"Relax," Azarel ordered grabbing her wrist in a tight grip. "You will survive this."
The sharp edge of the knife swiped quickly against her wrist and she jumped in surprise. With a swift yank, Azarel pulled her wrist over the corpses open mouth and the blood quickly began to fill it and Azarel began to chant.
"Atrum phasmatis tribuo mihi is vox , resurrectio is animus sub meus vox. Atrum phasmatis tribuo mihi is vox; resurrectio is animus sub meus vox. Atrum phasmatis tribuo mihi is vox; resurrectio is animus sub meus vox. Atrum phasmatis tribuo mihi is vox; resurrectio is animus sub meus vox. Atrum phasmatis tribuo mihi is vox; resurrectio is animus sub meus vox. Atrum phasmatis tribuo mihi is vox, resurrectio is animus sub meus vox."
The cool night sky above began to darken, the clouds shifting over the moon as a sudden crack of thunder rumbled through the air. A fierce gush of wind rushed them and Azarel's voice became louder as he had to yell over the thunder.
"Atrum phasmatis tribuo mihi is vox, resurrectio is animus sub meus vox. Atrum phasmatis tribuo mihi is vox; resurrectio is animus sub meus vox. Atrum phasmatis tribuo mihi is vox, resurrectio is animus sub meus vox!!!"
The corpse in the coffin began changing slowly, the color returning to its body, the decaying process reversing. Soon it looked as though it was a living person, just in a dead like sleep. Isabella's eyes went wide as she stared at the process and when the corpse sprang to life in a hacking coughing fit, she screamed. Isabella yanked her wrist from Azarel and held it to her chest, almost weak from the blood loss as she took a step backward from the coffin. Azarel stared at the now living body that sat up quickly, clutching it's chest and looking around with soulless pitch black eyes.
"Welcome back, Adam."