Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This chapter has information on the episodes up until 02/05/09. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 4 until they are released on TV. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice." This story takes place a little over ten years in the future after the events of "Sacrifice," and has the same characters from the first trilogy. I do not own any quotes used in the actual episodes.
Sam sat on the porch with Dean and Castiel, watching Jamie play a game of catch with his older brother in front of the house.
"Get ready, Dyl, I'm gonna throw it hard," Jamie said, tossing it at Dylan.
"Good pitch. You got an arm, bro," Dylan smiled, tossing the ball softly to his kid brother.
Sam still couldn't believe how big the kids were, but every time he saw them together playing, he was reminded that in actuality, they were only about two years apart in age. It was only because of him that Dyl and April grew up so quickly. Too fast.
Sensing his uncle's distress, Dylan turned towards him and gave him a concerned look. Since he began to use his powers again, Dylan had shown himself to be a pretty powerful empath.
"It's alright," he mouthed to his nephew. As Dylan was looking at him, he didn't realize Jamie had wailed a ball in his direction. It hit his cheekbone with a thud. He yelped in pain and covered his face with his hand.
"Dude, are you ok," Dean leaned forward and yelled as Sammy was making his way down the steps. Jamie was already at his side, his face half-covered by his glove, his cheeks red with embarrassment.
"I'm fine," Dylan grunted, shrugging Sam's hand off his shoulder.
"Let me see," Sam asked.
"Come on," he rolled his eyes. "How old am I?"
"Still old enough to break your cheekbone. Now let me see," Sam said. Dylan heaved a sigh and revealed a very swollen cheek.
"I'm s-s-sorry," Jamie chattered about to break into tears at any second.
Dylan smiled and knelt beside his little brother, reassuring him he'd be ok and that it wasn't his fault.
"You should put some ice on that," Dean yelled from the porch.
"Come on," Dylan said, pulling down Jamie's cap and giving him a noogie.
"Hey!"
"How about me, you and some Wii Bowling while I ice my face?"
"Ok," he excitedly said, running up the steps. Dylan followed quickly behind.
"Hey," Dean said, gesturing for him to come closer. "Really, put some ice on it or it'll swell more, alright." His son answered with a mocking salute. "Oh, and Dyl, please for the love of all that's holy, make sure the boy uses the straps on the controllers? I don't wanna have to buy another TV. Again."
"I will, Dad," Dylan patted his dad's shoulder before disappearing into the house.
"Kids," Dean said, rolling his eyes before taking a drink of beer.
"You really are doing a good job, Dean," Cas smiled. "Honestly, they seem relatively unaffected."
"Two outta three ain't bad," his brother smiled.
"April still with her mother," Cas asked.
"From what we know, yeah," Sam said. "We haven't heard from her in a while."
Sam knew it hurt Dean to have both of his girls gone at once, especially not knowing what condition they were in. He prayed to God they were ok. However, Sam had a sinking suspicion that Abby wasn't. It was just from seeing her on the web chats with Jamie. She looked...different. Her presence was somehow off. Her skin was, if it was possible, paler, the dark black of her eyes emphasized by purple circles and, the way she moved and smiled, it reminded him of his very first vampire hunt.
"It'll all work out," Cas smiled at the Winchesters.
"Speaking of working out, you and Gwen, huh," Sam smiled and Dean elbowed him.
Castiel just shrugged, his face slightly red with embarrassment.
"I think it's time for you to settle down," Dean said. "How many millennia has it been? Are you still a virgin?"
"Very funny, Dean," Castiel joked. Dean turned and stared at him with wide eyes.
"Dude, you're still a - ? Oh man. Well, good luck," Dean raised his glass. "And let me tell you, vampires are a rough first time." Sam laughed.
"Dean, cut it out," he scolded his brother. "Leave him alone. Not all of us lost our virginity's when we were like 14, ok?"
"Thank you, Sam." Cas smiled.
"Hey I got nothing against em'. In fact, I pray to god my oldest kids still are," Dean said. Cas and Sam looked at him, shocked. "What," he said, shrugging. "I'm not a horny teenager anymore. I can see past that. I just hope they do too. Abby was the one who had 'the talk' with them so it probably went better than it would have with me telling em' stuff. Don't think I was that great of a role model."
"From what I remember," Cas leaned over and smiled. "You made some hasty decisions, but you were a good kid, Dean."
"Thanks, dude."
"Huh," Sam chuckled. "Who would have thought that all three of would be sitting here now? If we went back eleven years I mean." He ran his fingers through his hair.
"I thought we were all royally screwed, so I wouldn't be one of those. I'm not really an optimist."
"Yeah," Sam sighed. He looked up and saw a red Mustang hurriedly coming up the road.
"Everybody sees that car, right? I'm not drunk-hallucinating, right," Dean slurred, rubbing his eyes.
"No, that's a car, Dean. It looks like it's your daughter's," Cas said, moving to sit on the railing of the porch.
She gunned the engine once more before slamming on the brakes and storming out of the car.
"April," Dean asked, moving across the porch to the ramp. "April, sweetie, are you ok?"
She paced in front of the house, her arms folded across her chest, her fists clenched tight. Her face was dirty with a combination of mud and what appeared to be dried blood. April's hair was pulled back in a ponytail, revealing healing cuts and scratches on her neck. Funny, but she looked like Abby's twin at that moment.
"April," her father pressed. "Talk to me? What's goin on?"
His request was met with silence.
"Hun, you're scarin' me. Tell me what's goin' on? Is - is it your mom?"
She rolled her eyes and kicked the car door, leaving a dent with her boots. The girl was officially pissed.
"Mom's not fine, Dad."
Sam's heart dropped.
"Is - is she-," Sam struggled to get out.
"She's not dead, if that's what you're askin," April snapped. "I tried to talk some sense into her but she won't fucking LISTEN!" She kicked her car again, this time knocking the side mirror clear off.
"What are you sayin'," Dean asked again. "What's wrong with her?"
"She won't listen to me! Dad, she's trying to get herself killed," she said pacing, explaining her mother's habit of facing death to the three men. "You guys, she almost died the other day…and she fucking didn't care! But we have a bigger problem than the death defying. Dad, she's back to basics."
"Meaning?"
"She's downin' human."
"Are you sure," Sam pressed, walking closer to her. "You're positive."
"Not only is she swipin' bags from hospitals but she's used live human donors. Seduce and drink from them then fog their mind so they don't remember anything. She's stronger than I've ever seen her."
That would explain Sam's initial reaction to seeing her again on the computer.
"But, there's more. Her nest doesn't know about her habit yet, but once they find out - "
"They'll kill her," Dean stoically said.
"Dad, she won't stop for me!"
"You have to make her understand, April," Dean said. "Please. Go back to her."
"No, YOU make her understand. You're the only one who can get across to her, Dad!"
"She won't see me, hun."
"Make her see you! For God's sake at least try! If you tried anything anymore you'd be better, Dad!"
April stormed off to the garage with determination. It was less than a minute later they heard the distinct roar of a car engine. Not just any roar, but a very familiar purr.
"My baby," Dean sat up straighter, craning his neck to look.
The Impala never looked better. It was put back together in one piece, the black paint shining in the late afternoon sunlight, her chrome glinting brilliantly. Sam literally thought Dean was gonna pass out when he saw her.
April parked it right in front of her father, leaving the driver's door open.
"April, you - you," Dean stuttered, rolling around the car to get a good look at her from all sides.
"Yeah, I did. Took me a few months to get her the way you'd like her. Plus I added this," she said, leaning in and showing the new mechanism she had installed. It was so handicapped people could drive. "But you know what I realized, Dad. This is just a crutch." She said, rubbing the new device. "Treating you like this lets you stay this way. I know you, Dad. You're covering everything up by being an alchy, drinkin' to try to block out that your wife is gone and your life has turned to shit. We're gonna get you off your ass, Dean." Then, with out warning, she tore the new driving device out of the vehicle and tossed it aside.
The three men collectively gasped.
"I thought it was douching up your car anyways. I'm gonna fix her the way she used to be."
"But - my car," Dean yelled. "What the fuck?! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love her…but what the fuck?! I didn't even get a chance to drive her yet! You're a goddamn tease!"
"Dad, I'm not teasing. Ya know why? I'm gonna stay here and help you to walk again."
"That's funny," he smirked.
"I'm not joking," she said with deadly seriousness. "I just think your muscles are weak. Nothin's wrong with your spine, Dad. I have faith in that. Me and you, we're gonna work out everyday until you take those steps again. And when you do, we're gonna work out so you're back in hunter shape."
"What, then you want me to go hunting again? Get banged up? I think I'm retired, April."
"No," she said, leaning down in front of his chair. "You're gonna get in the Impala and go after Mom. Then you're gonna make her listen to you. You're gonna bring her back to us, Dad. Then, if you wanna retire gracefully, go ahead. Consider this your last case."
April squeezed his hand.
"I have faith in you, Dad. You'll do it."
Dean didn't answer but Sam noticed the mark of determination he once had return and he smirked up to his daughter, squeezing her hand.
"We've got work to do."
THE END.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well that's it for "Mission." Thanks to everyone who's been reading and keep up with the saga. I really appreciate all the reviews! You're all awesome. I'vewrittena little tease for the first chapter of the next book....so if you're interested in a sneek peak, keep reading! :-)
I'll be gone for a few days, so I won't be able to upload anything, but I'll be finishing a few chapters while I'm away, so look for the new story sometime next week! Thanks again!
Chapter 1 excerpt:
It hadn't quite worked out the way she planned it. Instead of conquering the beast, he had his teeth in her throat, draining her life.
It was ok with her, although she would miss so much. Her friends. Her family. God, her children. And then there was him. Yes, no matter what, she'd miss him and wish him well. Nothin' but happiness.
She instinctively struggled in his tight grasp and that only made the pain worse. His canines tore her hard flesh, the blood slightly spurting from her neck. Funny how no one else in the bar realized a woman was dying in the back corner. They were either too drunk or probably thought it was just a couple making out in a dark hideout.
Purple splotches appeared in front of her eyes and everything suddenly sounded as if it were underwater.
'Soon,' she thought. 'Soon the pain would stop.'
Her mind was starting to falter, the world becoming too chaotic to pay attention to.
As she faded away, the atmosphere in the room changed. There was something angry there. No, not angry, completely, fucking furious.
Its rage swept over her mind like a tidal wave down to her very core. It was primal, malevolent...and getting closer.
Her body slumped in the booth as the vampire continued to suck her dry, but she couldn't concentrate on that; oh no, not with the amount of tension racing forward.
No matter how hard she tried, her eyes closed. Abby's body was shutting down. The last thing she heard before she slipped in the darkness was a voice. A voice that she recognized. A voice that was filled with deadly determination.
"Get your hands off my wife, you sonofabitch."