Summary: After the car accident, Blaire discovers things about herself that really begin to frighten her, but on their quest to stop the yellow-eyed demon, the Winchesters realise they have to be stronger than ever before. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Blaire Winchester. I don't own some of the lines used either or the lyrics used in this chapter.
A/N: Thanks so much for the support with the last chapter, and I really hope you enjoy this one. I've missed out 2x18 and most of 2x19 because one, I had no inspiration for 2x18, and two, I couldn't really fit Blaire into 2x19. Anyway, hope you enjoy and now we're drawing to a close, I'm hoping for around thirty-five chapters to be the ending result of this story. Oh, how close we are to the end...
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The Paths We Tread: Facing Our Truth
Chapter Twenty-Eight
"You slept with a girl?" Dean asked again, Blaire laughing and shaking her head.
"Dean, I kissed her, that's all." She said as Dean approached her, pulling out his cell phone and calling Sam.
"Let me guess. You're sitting on her couch like a stiff..." He said as Sam answered, "Trying to think of something to say."
"Did you find Kurt?" Sam asked in a hushed tone.
"He hasn't been at work all week." Dean replied, "But because I'm good, and I mean, really, really good, I got a line on where he might be."
He indicated to Blaire to get in the car and she walked around the side of the vehicle, climbing in and watching Dean climb in beside her. It was so nice to be filled in on such information. She sighed and shook her head, wishing that Dean would let Sam get on with wooing Madison, which no doubt he wanted to do. He was clearly infatuated and Blaire couldn't blame him. Madison was pretty smoking if she said so herself.
"What's she wearing?" Dean asked, Blaire huffing in disbelief.
"Bye, Dean."
As Sam hung up, Dean laughed, Blaire smacking him on the arm and watching as he started the car. He loved that car way too much. It was probably the closest thing he had to a real girlfriend.
"Where are we going, jerk?" She asked, Dean not even saying a word before speeding off, "I call tunes!"
"Don't you dare!" Dean snapped, "No! No way!"
"I want Aerosmith!" Blaire huffed, sounding like a spoilt child.
"No, shrimp, we're not having any tunes!" Dean replied, Blaire puppy-eyeing him.
"Please! I'll kiss a girl for you if you let me!" She said, Dean laughing and shaking his head.
"No. That won't work. But I can't wait to tell Sam." He replied, pulling up outside a strip club.
"Eww!" Blaire cried, "I ain't going in there!"
"Fine. Suit yourself."
Blaire shook her head and sat back, deciding to get a little shut-eye while Dean and Sam enjoyed themselves. It was rare she got some decent sleep these days, what with everything that was going on in her head, and it was these nice quiet moments that Blaire treasured the most. There was nothing like a quiet nap.
"Can I ask you something?" Dean asked, Blaire humming in response.
The two stood watching Kurt's place, waiting for any sign of active life in the apartment, and Dean knew he had many questions for his sister but he chose carefully and decided that this would be the most appropriate.
"What's your biggest fear?"
Blaire started laughing, shaking her head at her brother. She couldn't believe what he'd just asked her.
"You don't know?" She asked, "Dean, you know me better than anyone and you don't know my biggest fear?"
"No, come on, what is it?" Dean asked again, watching as his sister's face was glazed with sadness.
"Losing all my family." She replied, "That's you, Sam and Bobby now...And what with all this shit that supposed to be coming our way, I'm terrified that I'm gonna lose all of you. Losing one of you would be bad enough, but..."
"Hey, you're not gonna lose us, okay?" Dean whispered, looking up as glass smashed in Kurt's apartment, "What the hell?"
Loading their guns, the two sprinted up to the apartment and broke in, spotting the werewolf eating Kurt only for it to return and reveal Madison. Blaire's heart stopped for a moment as she realised Sam might be pretty damn heartbroken over it. Madison flew at them, knocking Blaire into a wall and out cold while Dean was knocked into the wall beside her and just managed to fend her off before slipping into unconsciousness himself.
Dean helped Blaire to her feet, the young woman taking sight of the mangled corpse in the living room, while her brother called Sam. She feared for the young Winchester now that he was staying at home with the werewolf, and she knew that they'd have to gank her. Maybe Sam wouldn't be able to do it which wouldn't make it much easier for the others.
"Dean, you okay?"
"Yeah, we both are, now that we're conscious." Dean replied, "The werewolf knocked us both out. Sam, it's Madison."
"What?" Sam asked incredulously.
"Yeah, awesome job keeping an eye on her." Dean said, Blaire swatting his arm.
"Dean, I've been here the whole time. She's in bed asleep." Sam said quietly, Dean shaking his head at his brother's words.
"Well, she wasn't an hour ago!" He replied, "Check her right arm below her elbow. I nicked her with a silver knife."
Sam had clearly hung up and the two older Winchesters checked one another's injuries. Nothing serious, just a couple of bumps and bruises. At least they weren't werewolf food, that was one thing they were grateful for. As they headed out of Kurt's apartment, they made their way back to Madison's, and found her tied to a chair while Sam looked ready to just break down and cry.
"We need to talk." Sam said, leading Dean and Blaire away for a moment, "She says she has no idea what I'm talking about."
"She's lying." Dean shrugged, Blaire putting a comforting hand on Sam's back and rubbing it softly.
"Maybe she doesn't know, Dean." She whispered, "Maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out. I've seen it before."
"Alright, little Miss Expert." Dean snapped, Sam thumping his arm, "You mean like a really hot Incredible Hulk? She ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn't sound rash and unconscious."
"But what if it was?" Sam asked.
"You know when someone has schizophrenia, they don't always know what's happened when another personality has taken over..." Blaire said, "It could be similar."
"What if some animal part of her brain saw those guys as threats?" Sam asked, "Hell, the cop too."
"What are you, the Dog Whisperer now?" Dean asked.
"Look, man, I just...I don't know," Sam began, "There was something in her eyes."
"Yeah, she's killing people." Dean replied.
"If she has no control over it..." Sam said, being cut off by his brother.
"Exactly, she can't control it." Dean said, "If she is telling the truth, nothing changes."
"I'm not putting a bullet through someone's chest who has no idea what's happening." Sam snapped.
"Sam, she's a monster." Dean said, "You feel sorry for her?"
"Dean!" Blaire hissed at her brother's words, knowing how hurtful they were.
"Maybe I understand her." Sam said, "Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her."
Blaire turned to her brother, wondering if what she thought was going through his mind was right.
"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" She asked.
"Dad's theory: 'Lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you..." Sam began, "...severing the bloodline.'"
"'Might have a cure.' Who knows?" Dean asked.
"It's worth a shot." Sam said, desperate for this to work.
"We don't know where to start, baby." Blaire said softly, "The puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere..."
"It could've been years ago." Dean added.
"No, I don't think so." Sam replied suddenly remembering something the girl had said.
He walked into the room where Madison sat and asked her one question that he believed might be the key to finding the original wolf.
"Madison, when were you mugged?" He asked, "Please, it's important, alright? Just answer the question."
"About a month ago." She replied eventually, glaring at Dean and Blaire like it was all their fault.
"Did you see the guy?" Sam asked.
"No." Madison replied, "Grabbed me from behind."
"Did he bite you?" Blaire asked, earning a strange look from the girl in the chair.
"How did you know that?" She asked, earning another question from Sam.
"Where?"
"On the back of my neck."
Dean, Sam and Blaire went to look, Dean raising his eyebrows at the scar from the bite that rested on the back of her neck.
"Well, that's just a love bite." He said, "Believe me, that could've been a lot worse."
"Where were you at the time?" Blaire asked.
"Walking home from a friend's loft." Madison replied.
"Let me guess," Sam began, "Not too far from Hunter's Point?"
Madison nodded and the family headed back to the kitchen and closed the door to keep the frightened girl from hearing what they were talking about. This was an incredibly delicate situation since her life was at stake and Sam's heart was.
"Same place where those other murders happened..." Sam breathed, "I'm telling you, it's the werewolf's hunting grounds."
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean it'll be out there tonight." Dean said softly.
"It's the right time of the lunar cycle." Sam replied, "Look, I know it's a long shot..."
"You're forgetting something." Dean said lowly, "Maddy will probably turn soon. We can't just let her take off to an all-you-can-eat buffet."
"I'll stay with her." Sam said.
"And if she breaks loose?" Blaire asked, "Sam?"
"I'll do it." Sam replied, Dean and Blaire looking at their brother who was hurting more than they'd ever seen, "I'll shoot her, alright? But, guys, I need you to go out there and at least look for the damn thing. Please. We can save this girl."
"Fine." Dean replied softly, going to leave before being stopped when he realised Blaire wasn't right behind him.
He turned to see her hugging Sam, her arms holding him lovingly and he realised at that moment that he was looking at the reincarnation of their mother. Blaire was so like Mary in her heart it was unbelievable and he found it suffocating all of a sudden. He needed air, and when Blaire had kissed Sam goodbye, the two left to go and hunt the beast that maybe could protect Madison from death.
"It was sort of sad, actually..." Dean said as he and his siblings sat in the Impala after the werewolf had been killed, "Glen had no clue what was going on. Why do you think he turned Madison, instead of just killing her?"
"I don't know." Sam replied, "He kinda seemed to have a thing for her."
"Maybe his primal instinct did it too." Blaire added.
"Maybe he was looking for a little hot breeding action." Dean said, Blaire sighing and running her hand over her face, "By the way, Blaire spent the night with a girl."
"What?" Sam asked, turning to look at his sister, "How did he find out about that?"
"She was checking out your girl." Dean said, "She told me she had to on a hunt once, and she got drunk and spent the night with some hot girl."
"You're bi?" Sam asked, Blaire shaking her head.
"Late experimenter." She replied, "I happen to think there are a lot of nice looking girls around, I just...don't wanna spend my life with one, that's all. I like my men."
The knocking on the window broke apart the banter and Sam rolled his down to see Madison on the other side.
"Y'know, for a stake out, your car's a bit conspicuous." She said, "What are you still doing here?"
"Honestly?" Dean asked, "We're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight."
"But we gotta be a hundred percent, so, y'know, we're lurking." Blaire added, winking at her which Madison noticed and smiled at.
"Look, I know this sounds crazy..." Sam began.
"Sure does..." Madison said, "Well, if we're gonna wait it out, we might as well do it together."
She let the family into her apartment and closed the door, sighing and walking towards them.
"You were telling the truth, weren't you." She sighed, "About everything. What you did...it was to help me."
"Yeah." Sam replied.
"I did all those horrible things...when I turned." Madison said, the guilt totally present in her big brown eyes.
"You didn't know." Sam told her with unbelievable gentleness that made Blaire realise just how loving her brother really was.
"So when will we know for sure?" Madison asked, "Moonrise?"
"No, I don't think so." Sam whispered, "You turned in the middle of the night last night. I think we gotta hang in until sun-up."
"Well, it looks like we got ourselves a few hours to kill." Dean said, "Poker, anyone?"
The following morning came and everyone sighed with relief when the sun rose. It had been a somewhat awkward night with all the interrupting Dean had been doing when Madison and Sam had been staring lovingly into each other's eyes. Blaire resorted to playing cards with him just to shut him up. God, he was irritating sometimes.
"Does that mean it worked?" Madison asked, Sam nodding softly.
"Yeah...I think so." He replied, suddenly being hugged by Madison.
Blaire giggled and hugged Dean who pushed her off of him, blushing a little and kissing her cheek. She could see the way Madison and Sam were looking at each other and she grabbed Dean's hand.
"Y'know I really need food, we should go back to the motel." She said, dragging her brother away, "Come on, babe. I got some lore I need to talk to you about."
The banging on the door frightened Blaire to death and she sprinted to it, opening it to find Sam panicking on the other side.
"She turned!" He panted, Blaire grabbing him and pulling him inside.
"What?" She asked, steadying Sam as he shook in her arms.
"I couldn't grab her in time." He said, Dean grabbing his gun and silver bullets.
"We'll find her, okay?" Blaire said softly, loading up her own gun, "Shhh..."
She pulled him close and kissing his temple, rubbing his back to try and calm him as she used to when they were kids.
"I already called Bobby." Sam explained as they left the motel, "He doesn't know anything except, he knew severing the bloodline wouldn't work. Everyone says it's impossible to reverse it."
Blaire listened to her brothers arguing and in her head there was only one way to stop this happening again. Madison had to die. The most decent thing would be to let the girl do it herself. If she had to die, she should get to do it herself in her own time. If not, Sam said he'd do it, but Blaire knew he'd be too upset to and Dean wouldn't show any sensitivity whilst killing the girl so if push came to shove, she'd do it. She just hoped that Sam would forgive her for it.
For the first time in God knows how many years, Blaire cradled a distraught Sam in her arms on the floor of Madison's apartment that night. Dean found it too hard to watch his brother break down like he had done and Blaire just held him, and though she was in tears herself, she was trying her best to be strong for her baby brother who was sobbing like his world was ending.
"Shhh..." She whispered as the gun fell from Sam's hand, "Shhh, Sam. You did the right thing by her, and by the people in the city, okay?"
Dean looked up from where he stood as Blaire began to sing to Sam to soothe him, a lullaby of all things. It was his favourite song when he was a kid.
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found.
Was blind, but now I see."
Sam had never, ever collapsed in that way. He'd never gone down like that, Dean had never seen anything like it, and thank God that Blaire was more sensitive and soothing than he was or they'd never get Sam out of there. It had taken all his strength to let go of Madison's body never mind anything else.
"We need to leave, baby." Blaire whispered, beckoning Dean over, "Come on..."
Three months later, Sam and Dean had been locked up in jail while Blaire and Bobby had been hunting together. It had been sad for her without her brothers yet she and Bobby had the best time. She loved that mine like a father and in her mind there was nothing better than driving around the country with him hunting things for a few weeks. But now, she was meeting Sam and Dean at a graveyard near the prison and to see them without overalls kinda saddened her.
She was looking forward to making fun of them both.
"Hey, guys." She said quietly, "Make any friends inside?"
"Shut up and help us, huh?" Dean sighed, grabbing a shovel and passing it to her before kissing her and giving her a quick hug, "How are you, baby?"
"Good thanks." Blaire replied.
"We gotta move it." Sam said softly, "If Henricksen gets to the lawyer..."
"I thought she couldn't say anything." Dean replied, "That lawyer-client-privilege thing."
"The privilege doesn't apply, Dean." Blaire huffed, Dean glaring at his brother.
"So she'll talk?"
"She has to." Sam replied, Dean sighing and rolling his eyes.
"Oh, that's friggin' super."
The trio started digging and Blaire just knew the cops would be coming for her brothers at any time, so she and Sam made quick work where they could. After burning the bones, the siblings headed to their car and left as quickly as possible, thankful to get away from Henricksen once more.
"We gotta go deep this time." Dean said as they drove.
"Deep, Dean?" Sam asked, "We should go to Yemen."
"Oh, I'm not sure I'm ready to go that deep." Dean replied, the three siblings sitting quietly as they headed away from Henricksen and the problems that lay with him.
Blaire watched her brother as he drove and she knew that he was getting bogged down with whatever was happening around him. He was a ticking time bomb and she knew that better than anyone. She was a ticking time bomb and so was Sam.
For the first time, Blaire realised how dangerous things were getting, and how little time they had to stop whatever was coming their way.
-TBC-
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