Happy Mother's Day! : D

The Return of Avi

Soulful

Sam twitched and I think my heart skipped a beat. That bastard was still alive. Killing him now would be different, colder. Before he was attacking me. I was on the defensive, running for my life. But now…. Now I could just leave. I didn't have to put a bullet into his brain. I didn't have to kill Sammy. I didn't have to face the look in Dean's eyes when he realized what I had done. I would have to disappear though. I couldn't face Dean. Not after killing his little brother, even in self-defense. I kill Sam, I kill Dean. It was as simple as that really. The Winchesters, when normal and sane, always put their brother before anything. Even me. Or maybe especially me.

I walked over to Sam, and looked down at him. My shot had been horrible, only hitting him in the thigh and side. It wouldn't have even killed him if he got patched up soon. The only major threat to him was blood loss. And he was just smiling at me, smug as can be. Part of me wondered if Sam wanted to die as anger tore through me. But that would be counterproductive to him. Unless Sam thought it was the better option than getting his soul shoved down his throat. Just trying to guess at Sam's motives made my head hurt worse then it already did.

My hand seemed independent of my body as I aimed my gun at Sam's head. He just stared at me, and I was so focused on keeping my hand from shaking that I didn't see his hand move until I was already on the ground. I screamed as I landed hard on my already broken arm, and I distantly heard someone yell me name. I kicked Sam in the side to make him let go of my ankle, and rolled away from him. He had managed to find his gun, and it was pointed right at my chest when I turned to face him.

"Avi!" Dean shouted from the edge of the woods, but I didn't answer him.

"Pull the trigger already," I snarled at Sam, my gun lying in my lap. My hand was wrapped around it loosely, but I had no intention of using it just yet. Sam would probably shoot if I moved even an inch. Then again, he was going to shoot me anyway.

"Avi!" Eli yelled, somewhere inside of the woods.

"Sam! Sammy!"

They sounded so close to us. I could see Dean's shadow moving through the trees. All I had to do was open my mouth, to call out to them. I didn't though. I watched Sam as he was completely silent, gun never wavering. And then Dean saw us. I didn't have any reaction until Dean was right behind his brother. I smirked, and Sam turned around just in time to be knocked out. Only then did I get to my feet, and pointed my gun again at Sam's head.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Dean told me, grabbing my arm. "What the hell are you doing?"

"He was going to kill me," I said coldly, "He's dangerous. He's going to go after me again, or Kacie, or Eli, or Raven, or you."

"We'll lock him up," Dean tried.

"And he'll escape. You know better than anyone how smart Sam is. And I would consider that, but you didn't wear the ring for twenty-four hours." He looked away shamefully, and I chuckled. "Don't worry. It's a good thing."

"Please Avi," Dean pleaded, "Give me a little bit more time." I looked at him sadly. Sam always came first. I maybe came second or third.

"Twelve hours." I finally gave in, but not how he was expecting. "Twelve hours and I leave." Dean nodded, then my words sunk in. His head snapped up to look at me, betrayal and hurt clear in his eyes.

"Don't make me choose," he told me quietly.

"Because it will be Sam every time," I finished as Eli came running over. I silenced his incoming questions with a look, before glancing down at Sam. "I shot him. You'll need to patch him up." Eli followed me dutifully as I left the Winchesters behind and walked into the house. Kacie was sitting on the kitchen table, her face still wet with tears.

"I don't wanna leave Uncle Dean!" she cried, "I wanna stay here!"

"It's not safe," I told her gently, pulling out the medical supplies. Sometimes I wondered if Gabriel had stocked us up with enough to supply a small hospital.

"But-"

"This isn't up for discussion!" I yelled, and she flinched away from me. Eli watched me for a long moment, before picking Kacie up, and carrying her off. The other Winged Ones poked their heads out of the living room. Isaac looked distinctly displeased that I was still breathing. I turned my back to them, and began to patch myself up. Eventually, they vanished to wherever they were before.

After a few minutes, Dean walked in, his brother's blood on his hands. He wordlessly grabbed the supplies he needed and left. I couldn't even look at him. I didn't really want to. I finished splinting my arm, and collapsed down into a chair. I have no clue how long I sat there for, just existing. Everything around me seemed to stop, and I let my brain shut down. I drifted off to sleep sometime after that. And awoke with a scream.

"Avi! Avi! It's okay!" Dean told me, holding me back from attacking Sam. The younger Winchester stood on the far wall, watching me nervously.

"Of course it's not okay!" I snarled, stomping down hard on Dean's foot. He sucked in a breath, but didn't let go.

"Avi, it's me. Really. One hundred percent Sam," he told me, and I growled at him.

"Told ya," Dean muttered, and Sam glared at him.

"Dean! You must be-"I stared to yell, but he leaned in whisper in my ear.

"Death put his soul back. He doesn't remember anything." I stiffened, and slowly Dean let me go. Well, that explained why Sammy wasn't hurt anymore.

"So he's completely back. No ifs, ands, or buts," I said, still glaring at Sam.

"Look, I know you don't believe me," Sam told me, "But I got sprung from the Cage. I'm not sure how. But I'm back, and you're back, and suddenly you have kids." I laughed, and Kacie cautiously came out of where she was hiding.

"Do we still have to leave?" she asked pitifully, and Sam looked at me wide-eyed. I glanced up, and everyone else had gathered in the doorway.

"No," I finally said, "We can stay for now. It technically is my house after all." Dean made a small noise, and I turned to raise an eyebrow at him.

"This isn't your house," he told me, "It's mine and Sammy's." I smiled at him patronizingly, and patted him on the shoulder.

"The Impala is yours and Sammy's. This mansion is mine. Gabriel made it for me."

"Gabriel?" Sam muttered quietly.

"Actually, he made it for us," Kacie corrected, "All of us."

"Shhh!" I told her in a stage whisper, "Don't them tell them that!" Eli chuckled, and put an arm around my waist.

"So I can unpack?" he asked me, and I nodded.

"Yeah," I told him, before forcing myself to walk over and hug Sammy. I took a deep breath, and grinned. He smelled like cinnamon now. The monster who had tried to kill me seemed to be gone. Sam hugged me back tightly.

"Good to see you again," he muttered.

"You too."

Because I'm in a really really good mood, I'm giving you all a gift. A second chapter will be up in like 15 minutes! : )

-G