Chapter #2 today! So if you haven't read the first one, go back a chapter!
And a huge thank you to Werewolf Girl 22! Yup, Eli did want to go all bat shit crazy on Sammy. Quite possibly with ninja kicks. Hehe : )
The Return of Avi
Old Times
"I don't like this." I sighed, and kept throwing clothes into my duffel bag. We shouldn't be gone for more than two weeks. "Avi, no. Please don't go." I glanced over at Eli who was sitting on my bed dejectedly, and packed my silver and iron blade Bobby gave me.
"Come on. You really think Dean will take no for an answer?" I asked jokingly, "If I don't come willingly, he'll probably throw me into the trunk and drive off anyways." He cracked a smile.
"So you're going off to hunt with Sam and Dean, even though Sam tried to kill you."
"Exactly!" I told him, chuckling a little, "It would be good for us, getting in some family bonding time. Dean promises it'll be just like old times." Eli stiffened at that, his wings drawing a little closer to his body.
"I don't trust them," he whispered as I sat down next to him. I sucked in a breath, but nodded. He really had no reason to trust them, all things considered. He trusted the angels even less.
"Trust me then," I told him.
"Of course I trust you," Eli said quietly, "But I don't trust them to keep you safe. Avi, girls are being kidnapped. They're around your age!"
"And the day I can't take care of myself is the day I'll shoot myself in the head," I told him, a little hurt that he didn't think I could take care of myself. "I don't need the Winchesters to look after me. And I don't need you to either." I grabbed my duffel bag, and swung it over my shoulder.
"Avi, wait," Eli sighed. I paused by the door, and turned to face him.
"I'm going on this hunt."
"I know, I know. Just be careful, alright?"
"What's the fun in that?" I asked mischievously, grinning when I got a laugh out of him. "Call ya when we get to the motel."
"No you won't," I heard Eli call after me as I walked down the stairs.
"Hey!" I yelled, "Have faith!" Kacie giggled at me, leaning up against the couch.
"Bye Avi," she told me. I smiled at her.
"Bye Kace. See ya in a few days."
"Avi! What's the hold up?" Dean asked, taking my duffel bag, and disappearing back outside. "We're wasting daylight!" I rolled my eyes and followed him. I felt better already.
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"So who's the girl?" I asked, fiddling with my skirt. I hated those things, but if you're FBI, you got to look the part.
"Penny Dessertine. She went missing after the plane she was in with her boyfriend crashed," Sam explained.
"Yeah, she's the third girl to go missing so far," Dean added, messing with his tie. We were in Oregon, and on the way to talk with Penny's sister.
"Any connection?" I asked.
"The first two girls went to church, but other than that, no," Sam told me as Dean pulled up to Penny's sister's house.
"Okie dokie!" I said, before hopping out. Sam and Dean looked at me for a long moment. "What?"
"Nothing," the Winchesters said quickly, and I couldn't help but grin. It had been a while since they said something at the same time.
I waited patiently for the Winchesters to join me, and for Dean to ring the door bell. A woman answered the door almost immediately.
"Hi, Ms. Dessertine? I'm Special Agent Singer, and these are my partners, Special Agents Tyler and Jackson," I said "May we come in and ask you a few questions?"
"Yes, yes, of course," she said, letting us into the house. I smiled my thanks, and followed her inside.
"Excuse me, Ms. Dessertine. May Agent Jackson and I see Penny's room?" Sam asked her.
"Uhh… yes. Down the hall and third door on the right."
"Thank you," Sam told her, and led Dean down the hall. I sat down on the couch across from the sister and began to ask her questions about Penny. Penny didn't go to church, or any religious activities for that matter. She was a real face your fears type of girl. It was the only reason why she actually went up in that plane in the first place. She didn't know the other two missing girls. So I got absolutely nothing.
"Excuse me, this is probably rude," the sister started, "But how did you get hurt?" I stiffened a litter, pulling my jacket sleeve down over my cast, and adjusting my hair so it hid the bandages on my head.
"Car accident," I lied.
I asked the sister a few more routine questions until Sam and Dean finally came back, Dean hiding something underneath his jacket. We thanked her for her time, and left.
"So what did you steal?" I asked as soon as we got to the motel room. Sam chuckled, and glanced at Dean who pulled out a small notebook.
"You stole her diary?" he asked in disbelief. Dean shrugged.
"Yeah." I smiled to myself. This was the happiest I had ever seen Dean, and it was just amazing. His joy was contagious, spreading throughout the air.
"What does it say?" I asked curiously, trying to take the diary. Dean held it above my head, and began to read it silently. I told myself that I wouldn't jump to try to get the book. I told myself that I was above that, that I was more mature then that. I actually semi-believed myself. So, I stole Sam's laptop, and plopped down on my bed. Sam looked at us, before shaking his head.
"I'm dead for a year and a half, and you two are still really childish," he said, "Comforting." I glanced up at him. Dean had explained Sammy's situation. We weren't going to tell him anything about being soulless so the wall Death put in his mind wouldn't come crumbling down. Eli was upset that he couldn't hurt Sam for trying to kill me. That would have been a little hard to explain. But, we decided that it would be fore the best. So I smiled, and giggled while Dean glared at us. I don't think Sam saw through it.
"Oh, I'm awesome!" Dean declared a few minutes later.
"That's debatable," I mumbled. Sam heard me and grinned.
"What did you find?' he asked. Dean held the diary up in front of him, and began to read.
"I have decided. I am going to give Stan my most precious gift."
"Okay, that sounded really creepy coming from you," I told him, and Sam quickly agreed.
"The other two girls were big church goers right?" Dean asked. "So…"
"This thing is going after virgins," Sam realized.
"Bingo," Dean told him, "Like I said. I'm awesome."
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Another girl, Melissa got attacked last night, but Sam and Dean wouldn't let me go with them to question her. I was locked down in the motel room, literally. They tied me to a freaking chair! They didn't want to risk me going out in public ever since they learned I was still a virgin. Which was really stupid and sexist in a way. The monster brought down a plane. A motel room probably wasn't going to stop it. And then Dean suggested that I go to a bar! He's still limping. I love the man, but sometimes he can be a freaking dick!
"Can you untie me now?" I asked dryly when they came back a few hours later. Sammy had the decency to look embarrassed as he freed me. "Thank you."
"Whatever this thing is, it likes virgins and gold," Dean told me, "Any ideas?" I thought about it for a moment, walking around the room to get circulation flowing again.
"I haven't heard about anything like that," I said, "Whatever it is, it's old."
"Do any of you know what World of Warcraft is?" Sam asked, looking up from his laptop.
"Never heard of it," Dean said, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
"It's this online game," I explained, "You're a hero, and you hunt down monsters, complete quests, go on raids, slay dragons…." They both stared at me. "Eli liked it when we first got here," I muttered. No, it couldn't be. Could it? But they were extinct.
"Alright then," Dean said, "So what's on World of Warcraft that's popping up, Sammy?" I didn't really listen to their conversation. Instead, I tried to work through the idea my mind gave me. "Dragons," I said, interrupting Sam in the middle of saying something.
"Dragons?" he repeated. I nodded.
"Dragons, my friends," I told them, "We're going to slay dragons."
"Yeah, you aren't too excited about that," Dean observed. I sighed.
"Dragons kidnap virgins in all of the lore. They have this fascination with gold. They can take down a plane."
"Avi, they don't exist," Sam told me.
"It's the only one that fits."
Naturally, the only way to kill a dragon is with a sword forged with dragon blood. And that is one of the few weapons we actually don't have. So many calls, threats, and flirting on my side later, we came up with someone who might have one. Dean took the Impala to go get it, leaving Sam with me. At least I wasn't tied to a chair again. For now.
It was nice catching up with Sammy. I didn't tell him about anything that happened on Earth, but I told him about my kids on Kronos, and why I came here again. I told him about Eli, and Kacie, and Austine, and how I really want to punch Isaac in the face half the time. I finally got to yell at him about his idiotic plan to trap the Devil. It just made it better that his plan actually worked. He told me how it wasn't the same once I left, and how Lucifer and Michael promised to bring me back if the Winchesters said yes. He told me how stupid that was, because it just pissed Dean and himself off. We talked for hours.
"Sammy!" We both groaned when Gabriel popped into the room around midnight.
"We were just about to go to bed!" I complained, flopping down on my bed. Gabe grinned. "Don't you dare," I told him before he could even open his mouth. The Archangel chuckled, and threw an arm around an amused Sam.
"Nice to see ya back, kiddo," Gabe told him.
"Really?" Sam asked in surprise. Gabe thought about it for a moment before shrugging.
"It might make everybody less angsty." I giggled as my pillow hit the back of the Archangel's head with a loud thump. He slowly turned to face me, and I instantly knew that it had been a really, really bad idea. Pillows rained down on me, burying me underneath them.
"Help!" I called, trying to dig my way out of the mountain.
"Can't!" Sam told me, but it sounded muffled.
"I buried him too," Gabriel said as I poked my head out. I sighed as more pillows landed on top of my head. Giving up, I snuggled in and fell asleep. I was exhausted anyway.
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"You'll have to pay the price then," I warned, glaring at Sam. A day later, and two more girls had been taken. Dean still wasn't back yet, the sword being at least an eighteen hour drive away, even with Dean's reckless driving. I was freaking stir crazy, and Sam wouldn't let me out in broad daylight. A dragon wasn't going to swoop down and carry me off in the middle of the day!
"Avi," Sam sighed.
"Look, there's a coffee shop just down the street. You can walk me there," I said, "Please Sammy!" He looked up at the ceiling, still blocking the door. "Please?"
"You're impossible, you know that?" he asked me. I just smiled sweetly. "One cup of coffee."
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Dean shattered the sword. He blew up the rock that protected it, and shattered the sword. Brilliant job Dean. The said sword was resting on my lap while the Winchesters were planning out where the dragons would be. I wouldn't be going. They were going to tie me up again.
"I'm hurt, you know that? Really, really hurt. On a deep, profound level," I told them, not making it easy for them to catch me. If fifteen minutes later, I still hadn't convinced them, I would give up. There were girls' lives in danger after all.
"Why can't I come with you? It would make it easier for you to keep an eye on me. And besides! So far the dragon has only taken brunettes. I'm technically a red head." The Winchesters looked at each other.
"I've been locked in a motel room with her for three days," Sam told Dean tiredly, "It was Hell. I'm not going to argue with her again."
"Hey! I'm a joy to be around!" I pouted.
"Fine," Dean finally caved. "You're coming." I nodded, slipping into hunting mode.
"Let's go save some girls then."
Review? Please? Pretty please? With an innocent, nonevil Castiel on top?
-G