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.
A/N: OH MY CHUCK! I'm so sorry I haven't updated this sooner, but now we're so close to then end, I've really needed motivation to get me there, and here we have another of my favourite episodes, and I hope you like the little twist Blaire has. I understand that this is a Dean central episode, but Blaire has her own special part in it. Mary says in this episode that John died of a stroke in his sleep, but John's very much alive and kicking in my version.
Thanks for all the support so far and I hope you enjoy!
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The Paths We Tread: Facing Our Truth
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dean was driving on a damp night, which all he ever seemed to drive through, when his cell phone went off. Blaire and Sam were in the motel room, both concerned by the cop car that sat right outside the window.
"Yeah?" Dean answered.
"There's a cop car outside." Came Sam's hushed voice.
"You think it's for us?" Dean asked.
"I don't know..." Sam replied.
"I don't see how." Dean said, "I mean, we ditched the plates, the credit cards..."
"Huh...they're leaving," Sam said with relief, "False alarm."
"There, see." Dean said, nothing to worry about.
"Yeah." Sam replied, turning around to Blaire who was drinking a beer and flipping through her old case files, "Being fugitives is a friggin' dance party."
"Hey, man, chicks dig the danger vibe." Dean said with a smile, Sam chuckling on the other end of the line.
"Blaire doesn't." He said, "She's currently flipping you the bird."
"Ah, tell her she doesn't know how to live yet." Dean replied, Sam and Blaire approaching books that were laid out while Blaire gently took the phone from her brother.
"Hi, pig." She said with a slightly pissed tone, "You got anything yet?"
"Are you kidding?" Dean asked, "How could I? You guys have got me sifting through fifty square miles of real estate here."
Blaire huffed, shaking her head and taking a swig of beer as she looked at the books on lore, ready to fill her brother in.
"Oh, I'm so sorry to do that to you, big guy, but that's where all the vics disappeared from." She replied, "What do you want me to do?"
"Listen, I got diddlysquat!" Dean replied, "What about you?"
"Just one thing." Blaire said, checking through one of the older books, "We're pretty sure of it now. We're hunting a jinn."
"A friggin' genie?" Dean cried with exasperation, Blaire resisting the utter urge to just facepalm at his words, "What, you think these suckers can grant wishes?"
"I don't know." Blaire sighed, "I guess they're powerful enough. But not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants. Seriously, jinn have been feeding off people for centuries. They're all over the Koran..."
"My God." Dean cut her off, "Barbara Eden was hot, wasn't she? Way hotter than that Bewitched chick."
"Dean, just because I kissed and slept with a girl once, it doesn't mean I wanna compare which girl's hotter than which with you." Blaire laughed, "Your depravity sometimes knows no bounds, y'know that?"
"So where do the jinns lair up?" Dean asked.
"Oh, ruins usually." Blaire replied, "The bigger, the better. More places to hide."
"Well, I think I saw a place a few miles back, I'm gonna check it out." Dean told her.
"Oh, no, you don't." Blaire said, "Come and pick Sam and me up first."
"No, I'm sure it's nothing." Dean said, "I just wanna take a look around."
Blaire found herself fearing for her brother's life, and as he hung up, so did she, turning to look at Sam with worried eyes. Sam knew that look anywhere. Dean was going it alone and they weren't invited. Sam felt worried then, and as he looked to his older sister he saw that she was just so tired of it all. Tired of the job, tired of the risk. Tired of the life. Sam began to wonder what life would've been like if things had been different and if Mary and Jess hadn't died.
He and Blaire had no idea that Dean was about to find out.
Dean entered the old building holding his flashlight, looking out for any sign of disturbance, or any sign of a jinn anywhere. He was a little nervous if he was honest, doing this without the back up of his siblings, but he was pretty sure there was nothing lurking about. He began to wonder if it would be a good idea to turn back, but he got the feeling that someone...something...was watching him. God, he hated that feeling. He hated it more than anything.
Getting his knife ready, he took a quick breath and jumped around the corner, finding nothing there but an empty corridor. He checked behind him. Nothing. Back in front of him. Nothing. He ventured down the corridor, trying to swallow back nervousness only to walk straight past what he was looking for. And without warning, it slammed him into a wall.
He was powerless, in the grips of a creature that he was sure was going to seriously hurt him and he tried to ignore the blue glow of power that rested on it's hand. His heart was pounding furiously in his chest as it touched his forehead and then...
Nothing.
Back at the motel room, Blaire shivered as the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood and she and Sam shared the exact same look. Dean was in trouble.
Dean shot up in bed, realising that whatever room he was in wasn't his own. He looked to the TV, seeing some kind of monster movie on there before he turned to find a naked girl in the bed beside him. She was sleeping pretty peacefully, and her body was wrapped in the beige sheets of the bed they were both in. She was dark haired and fucking beautiful if he was perfectly honest, but he was freaked out because he had no idea where he was. He didn't remember her or the place he was in, so after getting dressed, he headed out to explore where he was.
He turned the lights to the living room, and the first number he found was Sam's on his phone, and immediately called his brother.
"Dean?"
"Sam?" Dean breathed.
"What's going on?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Dean replied in a hushed voice, "I don't know where I am..."
"What?" Sam asked, "What happened?"
"Well the jinn, it attacked me." Dean replied, not realising that the Sam he was speaking to had no idea what he was talking about.
"The gin?" Sam asked, "You're drinking gin?"
"No, you ass-hate, the jinn!" Dean snapped, "The scary creature, remember? It put it's hand on me and then I woke up next to some hot chick!"
Damn, was she a hot chick.
"Who, Carmen?" Sam asked with a slight laugh.
"Who?" Dean asked.
"Dean, you're drunk. You're drunk dialling." Sam replied.
"I'm not!" Dean protested, now feeling incredibly scared about the situation since he didn't know where he was or who this Carmen girl was or anything, "What's going on?"
"Look, it's late, alright?" Sam said with a smile, "Just get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"What?" Dean hissed, "Sam! Sam!"
But Sam hung up. The younger Winchester grinned to himself, closing his book on criminal law and procedure.
Dean, meanwhile, headed over to the table and flicked through the mail, finding his name and a real address on them in his home town of Lawrence, Kansas.
"Lawrence?" He asked, "What the hell?"
He didn't notice Carmen come into the doorway, wrapped in a blue robe.
"Honey?" She said softly, approaching Dean looking so stunningly beautiful he wanted to just take her where she was, "What are you doing up?"
"Hey, Carmen..." He said with a slight pause, "Yeah, Carmen, I just..."
"Awww, you can't sleep, huh?" She said softly, Dean chuckling and just agreeing to it, "Well, why don't you just come back to bed and see if I can do anything to help..."
"Sure." Dean replied, trying to decide whether this was right or wrong, "In a minute, you go on ahead."
"Okay." She said with a smile, "Don't stay up too long."
"No." Dean replied, a little shocked when she leaned up and kissed him.
He watched her leave, smiling at her as she did him before the horror flooded his system at the fact that he was somewhere that he didn't know, Sam didn't seem to think anything was wrong, and he had some girlfriend named Carmen who happened to want to go to bed with him. He headed over to a cabinet of pictures, looking at a beautiful one of Carmen laying on the beach. Photos of him and her together, and then seeing one that he never believed would be real. Not ever. He had to know. He just had to.
He arrived outside his parents' home, and he realised that he was in a much better world. He knocked on the door of his childhood home, hoping and praying to see his mother and father on the other side of the door. He was met by his mother. Mary Winchester was standing right in front of him.
"Dean?" She said softly, taking in the look of worry on her son's face.
"Mom?"
"What are you doing here?" She asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
"I don't know..." Dean replied emotionally, Mary taking his hand and rubbing it gently.
God, it was his mother...the same mother that he, Blaire and Sam had all lost as little kids, the mother that Blaire saw as a ghost, the mother that Sam couldn't remember.
"Well, come inside." She said softly, "Come on, sweetie...Carmen just called and said you took off all of a sudden."
"Carmen?" Dean asked, "Right...Let me ask you a question. When I was a kid, what did you always tell me when you put me to bed?"
"Dean, I don't understand..." Mary said softly.
"Just answer the question." Dean said, trying not to snap or break down.
"I told you angels were watching over you." Mary said with a softened expression.
"I don't believe it." Dean breathed, walking over to her and just sweeping her into his arms.
"Honey...You're scaring me." Mary said softly, "Now, tell me what's going on..."
"You don't think that wishes can really...?" Dean began, finding himself struck with emotion.
"What?" Mary asked, clearly confused.
"Forget it." Dean said, hugging her again and trying so hard to not just cry with happiness, "Forget it, I'm just...uh...I'm just happy to see you, that's all. You're beautiful."
"What?" Mary asked again, watching him walk over to the photos.
His eyes rested on one of his father, Mary, himself, Blaire and Sam, the three siblings all young kids. And then they rested on one of Sam and Jess. Then they rested on one of a what he thought to be like...the ones Blaire had in the back of her diary. Of a baby in a womb...
"Dean, if you're having another freak out about becoming an uncle, your father and I keep telling you, you're gonna be fine."
"A what?" Dean asked, Mary blinking at him strangely.
"An uncle..." She laughed, "Blaire's almost due, remember? Just a couple of weeks to go and we'll have little Ashley with us."
"Ashley?" Dean asked.
"Yeah...I thought she told you that." Mary said quietly, watching Dean's eyes flash with confusion.
"Where's her house?" Dean asked, leaving his mother confused again.
"Dean, you know it's...It's on the next street..." She said, "If you need to know, number thirty and she has her Mini outside...You been drinking, honey?"
"N-no..." Dean replied, "Thanks...Give Dad my love, okay?"
Wow, that sounded alien. But Mary nodded and he couldn't stop himself hugging her once more before he rushed out to find Blaire. Blaire was pregnant? Having a baby? Ashley. She was having Ashley. He was gonna be an uncle? Dear God, what kind of world had he come into?
He pulled up outside number thirty and saw Blaire wandering around with the biggest fucking bump he'd ever seen on her stomach, while she happily ate a bowl of something that looked like breakfast cereal. Someone else was waiting for her on the sofa, though. Someone they'd seen only recently. Jay. Well...if this was a normal world he probably wasn't a Trickster. Just Blaire's boyfriend...or husband...or fiancé. He wasn't sure. He'd find out though. He headed up the path just as Blaire was about to draw the curtains, and she hurried to open the door, placing her bowl on the phone table and hugging her brother to her body.
"Hey, Dean." She hummed, "What are you doing here?"
He felt choked up again when he saw how much she was glowing. She had the biggest smile on her face and as she rubbed her belly, he realised he had a little niece or nephew growing in there. He kissed her cheek tenderly and looked to her stomach, watching her step aside to let him in.
"I just felt the need to see you, that's all." He replied, "I've not disturbed you, have I?"
"No, no, of course not." Blaire replied, taking his hand and leading him into the sitting room, "Would you like a coffee?
"Sure, thanks." Dean said softly, greeting Jay with a nod who kissed Blaire's head tenderly.
"I'll get it, honey." He whispered, rubbing her belly before heading out of the room.
"So..." Dean began, "Um...when's Ashley due again?"
"Two weeks..." Blaire replied, "I can't wait to see him. I really hope he's just how I dreamed him to be."
Dean smiled goofily. She was having a boy. God, how he'd always hoped for a nephew to teach how to work on cars.
"I was thinking of getting him a toy for when he's born, that's all." Dean told her, "I want it to be special."
"Oh, thanks." Blaire smiled, "By the way, Jay's set up the stroller you and Carmen bought."
"Really?" Dean asked.
They'd bought them a stroller? God, he had a lot to learn about this new life he'd been thrown into. Blaire gasped, and Dean's immediate thought was that she was in labour and inwardly he panicked because there was no way he was delivering a baby on this living room floor, certainly not his sister's.
"Someone's excited to see you!" She said in a sing song voice, drawing Dean closer to let him touch her bump which he saw moving around a little, "Wow, someone's on the move tonight."
"He keep you up a lot?" Dean asked, earning a nod.
"Oh, hell yeah. You remember at the park last week how I was dropping to sleep on the bench?" She asked, Dean just nodding even though he didn't know what she was talking about, "'Cause of Ashley. And someone snoring!"
Jay laughed and shook his head, bringing in his and Dean's coffee and Blaire's water which she sipped daintily. He watched Jay kiss the bump on her belly gently, and he smiled at the obvious love between them.
"We're so excited." Jay grinned, "I can't wait to see my little boy for the first time."
"I've been teaching him how to change diapers. Mom's been teaching me." Blaire laughed, "And Dad's been giving Jay advice for when I'm in labour."
"I'll look after you, baby." Jay smiled, "You can be sure of that."
Blaire grinned and kissed him, taking a sip of water and smiling at her older brother who looked a bit lost as to where he was.
"Dad's promised to let you all know when I go into labour, so..." She began, "You'll know when I start, and I'm sure you'll know when I'm finished."
"Is Mom going with you?" Dean asked, knowing that Blaire had always wanted her mother as a birthing partner.
"Yes, of course." Blaire replied, "And if not, Jess. Maybe Carmen if Jess can't make it. And if none of the girls can make it, then it's either you, Dad or Sam."
"Oh, look how pale he's gone." Jay laughed, Blaire kissing her brother's hand and squeezing it tightly.
"Don't worry, I think Mom's going to be more than able to be there." She laughed, keeping her brother engaged in conversation until he finished his coffee.
Dean couldn't believe the size of that bump. He had to admit, Blaire looked fucking beautiful with it, and he really, really wished he could just photograph her right now, just looking like this. She was just glowing with her maternal instinct, and he knew she'd make a wonderful mother. It just cut him deeply that in reality she could never be a mother. Like she often dreamed of being.
"I'm so, so sorry to cut this lovely evening short," She began, "But Carmen's a bit worried, Dean."
She held up her cell phone and Dean suddenly felt his vibrating with a message from Carmen asking where he was. He decided to go back to his house and get some sleep, but not before going over to Blaire and rubbing her bump, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Goodnight, Ashley." He whispered, "Night, Blaire."
Blaire got up with the help of Jay and followed her brother to the door, Jay staying close to her. "Goodnight, Dean." She said softly.
"Night, Jay." Dean said with a smile.
"Night, Dean." Jay replied, "If anything happens, we'll call you."
"Thanks." Dean said softly on his way out, hugging Blaire once more and patting Jay on the shoulder.
He headed back home, wondering what kind of life would be waiting for him the next morning. Although, he really did want to check out the jinn. See if there was any lore on it in this normality. If there was, he needed to read up on it, because he couldn't help worrying about the real Sam and Blaire who were no doubt worrying about him and waiting for him.
-TBC-
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Thanks for reading so far!
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