Author's Note: Sorry all for the delay, it's nearing the end of the semester (thank god!) so there is a lot more work and stress and overall just fun times all around. And if there wasn't enough stress in just the added work, it's getting to be the holidays and one of my suitemates has turned into a raving psycho bitch. But, enough about real life. Here is Chapter Thirty Eight. Tell me what you think. Happy Reading. ~Beccatdemon13
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Do You See What I See?
"They had the force of nature, some say the force of hell. God took out insurance when those angels fell."
Hailey's Point of View
The most annoying things about having three older brothers wasn't just the fact that they were older, although on principle that was annoying in and of itself, no, it was the fact that they hide stuff from me that was annoying. It was like they had a code all their own and the only reason they could or would tell me things was if they were all in agreement that I needed to know. This is completely discounting the fact that I have dirt on every single one of them that would cause some major issues if I were to just let those out. But, do they take that into consideration? No. To them I'll always be their little baby sister, not the twenty year old that really didn't need all this sheltering anymore.
Not that one would be very willing to believe my argument. For once Aiden was being left out as well so I couldn't badger him for information, which sucked because Aiden would always fold like a cheap suit. And then I'd be in the know but nope, this time it was just one of the many secrets kept between Dean and Sam. I shouldn't feel that angry Aiden and I had a lot of secrets Sam and Dean didn't know about. Of course, none of those secrets had anything to do with the fact that, oh right, angels were real!
At least that was one of the things I had heard since I had snuck into Sam and Dean's room in the first place. Aiden was content with staying out of whatever this was. Saying that they had to have had a reason for not telling us. Just like they had to have had a reason for letting us stay in Illinois despite there being no case here. We were just stewing here taking up three different motel rooms holding, Aiden and I in one room, Sam and Dean in another. And Bobby in the last one.
We had been here for weeks and it was starting to make me crazy. We never stayed still this long. Bobby, Sam, and Dean were so focused on all this angel lore only that was the only thing we knew collectively. An angel had saved Dean because god wanted him too. Those were two things that I was never really sure about. Dean had told me that mom use to say that angels watched over us while we were sleeping and then she died and no one ever mentioned angels or god again because no god could be this cruel and let so many good and wonderful people die before their time. Pastor Jim always encouraged us to have faith and that if we never lost it then we had truly lost what we were fighting for. Pastor Jim was a smart man, and I knew that he was a man of god and if a hunter had that much faith in something then maybe, just maybe it was true.
I was still unsure, though. What had this angel said to Dean when he had made Bobby, Aiden, and I fall asleep with just a touch on the forehead. I had a major bone to pick with this Castiel because one I had a giant bruise on my hip from that fall and two, exactly what did we have to talk about? And just what did he say to Dean to have him this on edge and willing to stay somewhere for more than a few weeks when we were all perfectly fine and the demons that were in town, save for Ruby, unfortunately, were all dead.
This about summed up the very reason why I was currently snooping in Sam and Dean's room looking for clues of any kind. Aiden, Sam, Dean, and Bobby had went to a bar to get money and to see if there really were any reasons to stay here. Them being at a bar easily freed up maybe three hours. So far my search had yielded nothing except that my brothers were slobs and Sam really should've done laundry, about two weeks ago. Guys, were so gross.
Just when my eyes had landed on Dean's journal, a near exact replica of Dad's except younger and even more protected because nothing said absolutely off limits more than you-touch-this-I-make-sure-no-boy-even-looks-in-your-direction-again. Dean was serious too because as overprotective as my brothers were when I came to boys they could really be so much worse. Hell, the worst thing Dean had ever said to one of my few suitors growing up was, "Do you know how to use a gun? No Well, I do, watch your hands, buddy boy." I'd never seen one boy go so pale in my entire life.
Anyway, this journal was huge and almost definitely housed anything I wanted to know about what was going on. The fact that it was out in the open was a little odd but I thought nothing of it as I reached toward it, fully intending to break one of the biggest rules in the Winchester handbook: every journal was off limits except for Dad's.
"Ooh, aren't you frisky!" Dean whooped.
My eyes went wide as my hands slammed to my sides. Damn it, why hadn't I heard the footsteps. As a general rule hiding wasn't the best idea. Dad always said when it doubt, get out. Of course, he was talking about snooping in other peoples homes but in this case they applied. As a hand went to the doorknob and it began to turn I did the only thing I could. I dropped to my knees and rolled under one of the beds.
"Ooh, baby you're my kind of woman," Dean groaned appreciatively.
I wanted to put my hands in my ears and sing. I wished I was back in the safety of my own room instead I just squeezed my eyes shut and hoped for the best. That was probably why I didn't see the bed skirt flip up and two hands grab my ankles and pull. My back skidded on the barely carpeted floor as a great force jerked me from my hiding place.
Dean started down and said, "Hello, Hails."
The good news was the girl was nowhere to be found. The bad news was that Dean had absolutely no trouble finding me. And as he forced me into one of the dinette chairs and slammed the journal on top of the table I couldn't help but feel like I was six years old getting in trouble for eating cookies before dinner or something as childish.
"Hi, Dean," I grinned.
"What are you doing in here?" Dean asked. "And how exactly did you get in here, Hailey?"
"I might've picked the lock," I muttered.
"Oh," Dean smirked. "What else might've you done?"
"Nothing," I replied.
"What are you doing in here, Hailey Jade?" Dean questioned.
"How'd you find me?" I asked.
"You think I wouldn't realize when one of my siblings is in the room?" Dean shook his head, "Hails, I've been looking after you since you were six months old. I know the difference between you're sleeping and when you're pretending to sleep. I know when you're lying. I know when you're hiding stuff from us and I know when you're just hiding, period. There isn't a move you've made since you were four that I haven't been able to figure out."
"Oh," I whispered. Because honestly I had forgotten in the four months Dean had been gone. If there was one person who knew me almost too well it was Dean. Someone who could easily anticipate any moves I could even think about making before I even put it into action.
"So, I'll ask again, Hailey, what are you doing in here?" Dean prodded, reminding me that his question still remained unanswered.
"I wanted answers," I sighed.
"Did you read my journal?" Dean asked.
"No," I said firmly. "But I was going to. Dean, please, I'm tired of being kept in the dark like some stupid kid. What did Castiel say? Why are we still in Illinois?"
"Hailey, we just found out that Angels and maybe God might be real so we're taking a breathe before we move," Dean sighed. "We've kept you and Aiden in the dark, I know, but we honestly have no idea what to make of any of this. No hunter we've ever met has seen an angel. Their sudden appearance can't be good."
"What did Castiel say to you?" I asked.
"That they have work for me," Dean said.
"That's it?" I frowned.
"Yeah," Dean shrugged. "Now why don't you get some sleep? It's late."
"Okay, Dean," I whispered.
I stood up happy that the interrogation was over. My hand was touching the knob when Dean's voice came from behind me.
"Oh, and Hailey?" Dean called causing me to turn on my heel.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Don't even think about attempting to snoop in my journal again," Dean stated firmly. "You understand?"
"Yes, sir," I replied.
"Good," Dean smiled. "Night Hails."
"G'night Dean," I grinned.
I walked out of the room and back into my room unsurprised to find the lights were still off meaning that Aiden and most likely Sam were still at the bar, which meant I should be al alone in the room, but the hair rising on the back of my neck spoke of an entirely different situation. I pivoted quickly and suddenly on my heel throwing my hands out causing at least one maybe two bodies to slam against the opposite walls as I switched on the light.
"Abby?" I demanded as I took in the people who had broken in, "Lucy? What are you guys doing here?"
"Jesus, nice to see you to, Hailey," Abby groused as I let them fall back to their feet.
"We heard a voice that told us to find you," Lucy said.
"Lucy, normally, you shouldn't tell people that we head voices," Abby grumbled.
"Oh, and ghosts and psychic abilities is okay topics?" Lucy snarked back.
"What kind of voices?" I asked.
"It was loud," Abby sighed. "And saying something along the lines of now isn't the time for the Trinity to be separated."
"Did it sound really deep and booming?" I asked.
"You heard it too?" Lucy whispered.
"Yes," I sighed.
"What was it, Hails?" Abby wondered.
"It was me."
We all whirled around and saw that Castiel, still in the same business suit and trench coat as the last time I talked to him. The fluttering of wings sounded seconds before he chose to speak was one of the major tip offs to the fact that we were no longer alone.
"Who are you?" Abby hissed.
"This is Castiel," I introduced. "He pulled Dean out of hell."
"Dean's alive?" Lucy repeated.
"Yeah," I smiled. "He is."
"God, our lives are weird," Abby scoffed but there was a genuine smile underneath the front of sarcasm. Dean being back reunited our family. Dean was the one who had the ability to keep us all together and grounded within the cause.
"Is this where we have much to discuss?" I asked.
"Yes, I told your counterparts to find you," Castiel replied. "It is no longer safe to stay apart."
"How do you know who we were?" Abby demanded.
"Who do you think made you who you are?" Castiel retorted. "Your abilities aren't demonic, they're celestial."
"What?" Abby, Lucy, and I shrieked at once.
"That prophecy your psychic friends had was written in one of the oldest languages known to man," Castiel explained. "Some of it doesn't translate it directly. Azazel attempted to taint your bloodline to make you more loyal to hell but your instincts kept you in the middle and you chose the path that we designed for you. That the angels and God designed for you."
"You're saying we're angels?" Lucy hissed.
"No," Castiel disagreed immediately. "You're human but the prophecy set you above the rest of humanity, another class as it were."
"A class of freaks," Abby grumbled.
"We're not freaks," Lucy retorted.
"No, you are not," Castiel agreed. Although, it didn't seem like he understood quite what we were talking about.
"What the hell does it mean that our abilities were celestial?" Abby snapped turning her anger towards Castiel.
"Just like demons can manipulate humans into having abilities angels can do the same thing," Castiel said. "You all were technically chosen together, centuries before you and your families were born. We needed an insurance policy for the next time hell attempted to rise up and start the apocalypse."
"We had to chose sides and we did," I said. "Aren't we done?"
"No," Castiel said. "The apocalypse is coming and we need you know more than ever."
"I thought we stopped the apocalypse," I contradicted.
"You did but hell found another way," Castiel stated. "You all should stay together."
"Or what?" Lucy wondered.
"Or you'll die," Castiel replied.
Abby, Lucy, and I exchanged startled glances.
"You girls underestimate your power," Castiel reproached. "You're the strongest when you're all together, you're weak and vulnerable when you're not. One day I hope you all will realize this before someone gets hurt."
"Listen to me, you son of a bitch," Abby snarled. "People have already been hurt in spite of us, regardless of what we are. So, don't pretend you know our lives or our abilities just because you're the one you gave them to us."
We all flinched when Castiel vanished on the spot, a fluttering of wings symbolizing that we hadn't just imagined the entire conversation.
"What the fuck is going on?" Abby snapped. "Who was that? And way to tell us Dean was alive, Hails."
"He came strolling through that door like not even two days ago," I responded. "Sorry if I was a little distracted."
"Can we see him?" Lucy asked.
Abby crossed her eyes and looked at me, obviously angry that she didn't know exactly what was going before they had walked in. I nodded and opened the door, walking back towards Dean and Sam's room and knocking on the door. It swung open not even ten seconds later and I barged in with Abby and Lucy at my heels.
"Abs," Dean greeted, smiling, "Luce."
It was at that moment I realized exactly how deep the ties with the trinity and my family went because at that exact moment Dean opened his arms Abby and Lucy rushed in curling themselves to each side of his body. I smiled at the scene realizing that Bobby was right, family doesn't end with blood. Or at least it didn't within the world of hunters. I had countless Aunts and Uncles but I never really had sisters before. But, I guess that was what Abby and Lucy were.
"Well, this isn't exactly what I was expecting to see," Sam called as the motel room door opened and closed.
Both Lucy and Abby withdrew from Dean's side, crossing their arms at the exact same time, glaring at Sam sharply. Dean looked back and forth between Abby, Lucy, and Sam before raising an eyebrow at me.
"What happened?" Dean asked.
"You should ask Sam," Abby retorted.
"Abs," I hissed.
"What is going on?" Dean repeated sounding annoyed.
"Nothing, isn't that right, Abs?" Sam replied.
"Yeah, that's right," Abby growled.
"Uh-huh," Dean rolled his eyes. "Listen it's been a long night. We should get some rest."
"Hails," Lucy nudged me.
"What?" Sam and Dean asked.
"We, uh, we sorta met Castiel," I sighed.
"Excuse me?" Dean demanded.
"He told us the origins of us," I stated.
"And?" Sam questioned.
"We're celestial," Abby snarled.
"What?" Dean gaped. "What the hell does that mean?"
"It means that Azazel didn't give us our abilities, angels did," I said. "And Azazel knew that and attempted to pollute our bloodline."
"Did he say anything else?" Dean asked.
"Told us to stay together," Lucy shrugged.
Dean and Sam exchanged glances before Dean turned back to us, resolve in his gaze, and "We'll talk about this more in the morning."
"Yes, sir," I replied with Abby and Lucy as my echo.
Lucy opened the door and we went back to the room I shared with Aiden. Luckily this was one of the few motels that had a couch bed. I helped set that up as Lucy and Abby both got their bags. Their motorcycles were out in the lot right next the impala and I fought a smile. I knew that Dean wouldn't be able to turn Abby and Lucy away anymore than I could. For some reason Dean despite not trusting this angel at all, he seemed like he would listen to him.
Aiden came in two hours later, crawling into his bed as Abby, Lucy, and I slept. The next morning came far too quickly as I woke up to the local news blaring.
"Turn it off!" I complained burrowing further under my covers.
"Hailey, we have a problem," Abby said shortly.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Well, for one Lucy's a missing person," Abby said. "The second one is that she's a senators daughter, near his constituency. There's nearly a million dollar reward for tips and her picture is everywhere."
"What?" I gaped. "Where is she?"
Abby gestured behind us where Lucy was watching the television her eyes glued to the screen in horror.
"Luce?" I whispered.
"He looks horrible," Lucy whimpered. "I've put my family in danger."
I sat down and watched as Senator Mackenzie gave a speech, imploring Lucy to just pick up a phone and if someone had took her that money was no object, he'd give them whatever they want. What was even worse was looking at her older brother Jackson, his arms wrapped around her little sister, Alice. Both were standing directly behind their father looking completely miserable.
"Jax, Ally," Lucy whimpered, tears slipping down her cheeks. "They think I'm dead."
"No, they don't," Abby said. "They think you ran away or were kidnapped."
"That's so much better," Lucy snapped.
"Lucy, you can go back if you want too," I soothed.
"No, she can't," Abby disagreed. "You said you put them in danger? You haven't yet until demons get wind that you actually care about them. You show up on your family's door step and they're going to lock you up and throw away the key and then you'll really be in jeopardy."
"Abby," I growled.
"No, Hails," Lucy interrupted, "she's right."
"Guys, what's going on?" Aiden asked, choosing at that moment to come out of the bathroom.
"Lucy's from Illinois," I said. "And the senator thinks that his daughter ran away or was kidnapped. There's a million dollar reward for tips."
"Shit," Aiden cussed. "Lucy, who would understand that you're fine and haven't run away and that putting out this much attention is more harmful then helpful?"
Lucy's Point of View
I never ever thought they even cared about me. I thought I was just another way to get votes by playing the pity card. Mother dies in a horrible way, father left alone with three children, not that he was really left alone, ever. He ditched us all the time. Sent all three of us to boarding school so much so that we barely ever saw each other except for holidays or important political rallies.
Jackson or Jax as Alice and I normally called him was only two years older than me and at twenty two years old, he looked completely different than the last time I had seen him nearly three years ago. At that time nineteen year old Jackson was a college sophomore and all American quarterback with spiky blond hair and bright green eyes he was exactly what a father could hope for in a son. Especially since the senator wasn't the biggest fan of back talk.
In my family I was the wild child, steps away from a reformatory. It wasn't that I was bad I just wasn't one to support my father capitalizing my mother's death. That's why he sent me to one of the strictest all girls boarding schools in the country. My sister was across the entire country, all alone and she was only fourteen years old.
Both siblings who I remember so happy and full of life looked like shells of the people I had known. Their eyes had dark circles underneath them and both had lost a lot of weight. I could feel their pain through the television and that pain was excruciating. I didn't even realize that they'd know I was missing, that the school must've called the second they realized the senator's daughter was missing.
"I'll call Jax," I whispered.
"Is that a good idea?" Hailey asked.
"Jax will understand," I replied. "He'll want to see me and want all this explained but he'll cover for me. Tell Dad I'm in Spain or something."
"Spain?" Aiden asked raising an eyebrow.
"I've, uh, done that before," I flushed as Aiden looked surprised and Hailey satisfied.
"At least I never left the continent," Hailey muttered.
"Not the time, Hay," Aiden huffed.
"Guys," Sam called barging into the room. "Have you seen…?"
"We're aware," I interrupted.
"And she has an idea," Hailey said.
"What idea is that?" Sam asked.
"I'm going to call my brother and then I'm going to call one of my friends to get new Ids made," I said running through everything that I had thought of.
"Okay," Sam nodded. "Let's do that and pack up we're leaving Illinois just as soon as this gets handled. We don't want FBI involved."
I sighed as I got out my phone knowing that I'd have to keep the conversation short and to the point just incase they were trying to trace my number to find out where I am. I waited until the press conference was over and both Jax and Rose went off stage. I called almost immediately my teeth biting on my lower lip, nervously.
"Hello?" Jax asked.
"Jax," I whispered.
"Lucy?" Jax demanded. "Where the hell are you?"
"Shhh," I hissed. "Don't tell anyone."
"Give me one reason why I should, you've been gone for two years, Luce," Jax frowned. "You disappeared from that school without a word. Ally thinks you're dead."
"Jax, just listen to me, I didn't run away," I replied. "Stuff happened and I had to leave. I didn't want to put you all in danger. You have to stop looking for me."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jax snapped.
"You know how I told you I saw Momma?" I whispered. "This is because of that."
"Lucy, you didn't see Mom," Jax disagreed. "You were upset."
"You don't believe me?" I asked.
"I don't know what to believe," Jax confessed. "You've been gone, Lucy. We had no idea if you were even alive and now you're telling me that you seeing dead people is involved in all this."
"I prefer medium," I muttered.
"Tell me where you are, Lucy," Jax ordered. "Right now."
"I'm in a motel room off of I-95," I confessed, "and if you love me or trust me at all you'll come find me alone. Do not tell Dad. Jackson, please."
"You owe me, kid," Jax grumbled. "What motel?"
"Motel Hotel," I answered.
"Is that the one where all the prostitutes use?" Jax growled.
"I don't know, it's the only one that doesn't pay by the hour," I retorted.
"I'll be there in one hour," Jax said.
"See you soon," I sighed.
I hung up the phone and knew that I only had a short amount of time I would be reunited with my big brother. I really didn't know how to feel, mostly I was anxious but I really wanted to see him. It had been too long. When a loud knock echoed around the room, my head shot towards the windows as the Winchesters and Abby stood around the back of the room. I cleared my throat before walking to the door and throwing it open.
"Luce!" A young voice yelped before I stumbled backwards as Alice charged right into me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Ally," I whispered, returning the hug and resting my chin on top of her head. I looked over to see Jackson staring at me. I sighed as Alice clung to me managing to shift her over so that I could hug Jackson.
Tears welled in my eyes as I remembered exactly how much I had missed ever since Momma died. If she was alive there was no way we'd be going to different boarding schools or boarding schools at all. She firmly believed that families stayed together regardless of circumstances, which was why the Winchester family was so refreshing they stayed together for the most part, except for a few bumps in the road.
After a few moments Jackson broke apart holding me by the shoulders as Alice let go. Both starred at me obviously demanding answers and just when I was about to start explaining, Jax noticed the Winchesters and Abby.
"Who are they?" Jax asked.
"Jackson, they're friends," I soothed. "They've helped me."
"Helped you what?" Jax demanded. "Run away from your family? What the hell were you thinking?"
"I was kidnapped," I replied.
"By them?" Jax growled.
"No!" I snapped. "They're keeping me safe from what kidnapped me."
"What?" Jackson repeated. "You mean who."
"No, it's more of a what," Aiden disagreed.
"I'm sorry but who are you?" Jax hissed.
"Aiden Winchester," Aiden introduced. "This is my sister Hailey, my brothers Sam and Dean and this is Abby."
"Terrific," Jax muttered.
"Jackson," Ally reproached moving to stand in front of him as she addressed the people behind us, "Hi, I'm Ally and this is Jax."
"Nice to meet you," Hailey said.
"Now that introductions are out of the way, care to fill in a few blanks?" Jax growled. "Mostly of where the hell you've been for the past two years?"
"I have abilities and I was kidnapped for them," I said.
"Excuse me?" Jax gaped.
"She's telling the truth," Abby called.
"Prove it," Jax said.
"She can't," Abby said. "But Hailey and I can."
"Abs, I don't think that's such a good idea," Hailey muttered.
"It's okay, Hailey," I informed her, "just don't hurt them."
Abby and Hailey looked at each other before Hailey rolled her eyes. To everyone else, they didn't understand what had just occurred but Abby had basically volunteered to show my siblings exactly what kind of shit I was dealing with. Abby glared around the room before she saw a stack of old magazines, with a wink they were on fire as Jax and Ally stared wide-eyed.
"You could've rigged that," Jax muttered.
"Oh?" Abby grinned. She then snapped her fingers causing on small spark of fire to leap out. "Am I faking this?"
"No," Jax said. Before looking at me and Hailey suspiciously. "What can you two do?"
"Medium," I answered.
"Telekinetic," Hailey grinned.
"I'm an elemental," Abby said. "I just like fire the most."
"Oh, that's, uh, comforting," Jax grunted sitting down heavily on one of the beds.
"Lucy, what's going on?" Ally asked.
"First thing you have to know is monsters are real, so are demons and angels," I explained. "And we're all right in the middle of it. Hailey, Abby, and I were taken by a demon we were the only ones of our generation to survive but we found something out later. We're apart of this legend. The trinity shall be born to a world on a brink of extinction. We're supposed to stop hell from rising again."
"Thing is that didn't work out too well," Hailey said. "Me and my brothers grew up in this life. Knew what it took to keep each other safe and to kill the things that lurked in the shadows. What we didn't know was where any of these abilities came from not until recently."
"And where did they come from?" Ally asked.
"Angels, apparently," I shrugged. "We're not so sure about that but it makes some sense."
"So, let's just say all this is real," Jax relented. "But, how does any of this explain why you've been completely MIA for the past three years."
"If I came back I'd be putting you all in danger," I explained. "I won't have your blood on my hands, I refuse."
"We're not defenseless!" Jax snapped.
"Yes, you are," Hailey contradicted. "My brothers and I were forced into this life. Abby, Lucy, Sam, and I have advantages."
"You're brother, Sam?" Ally questioned. "I thought you said only…"
"I'm different," Sam interrupted. "Let's just leave it at that."
"Okay, then," Jax grumbled before addressing me, "This isn't exactly giving me any reason to lie to Dad on your behalf."
"Because I don't want any of you getting hurt!" I screamed. "God, Jackson, this isn't like before. Before I'd run away because I was a spoiled little brat who wanted to see if her family actually cared about her. Now I'm just trying to protect you guys. I killed Momma and I know I did. I refuse to ever let something like that happen ever again."
"You didn't kill your mother, Luce, Azazel did that," Hailey disagreed.
"And he's dead," Dean stated.
"We can take care of ourselves," Jax said. "Lucy this entire thing is ridiculous."
"NO!" I shouted. "It's not. You don't understand, Jackson, every monster you ever though was fake, isn't and they want to kill you. You're a civilian in this life and if you don't get Dad to call this search off, demons will find you and kill you to get to me."
"So, what do you want me to do?" Jax growled. "Just let you leave and leave you alone, vulnerable?"
"I have them," I whispered. "They're like family to me. Jax, please."
"I can't just let you go again," Jax retorted. "Lucy, no."
"You don't have to," I groaned. "I can call you and make sure you know I'm alive. But, Jax, I know what I'm supposed to do and it has nothing to do with Dad's political career."
Things fell silent as Jackson took in what I said. Ally didn't say a word but merely watched as our older brother stood thee trying to evaluate the situation. I held my breathe waiting to see what he would decide, knowing that if he decided that he wanted me back home I couldn't stop him from dragging me all the way there.
"Fine," Jax said after a few minutes. "But I have conditions."
"That are?" I replied.
"You don't fall off the map, Ally and I have to see you at least once a month, if we don't, then I will tell Dad. You tell us if you get hurt and you call us at least once a week," Jax stated.
"Done," I replied.
"Then I guess you should lay a paper trail straight towards Madrid, shouldn't you, little sister?" Jax smirked.
I grinned at my big brother before hugging him again. I knew that he would understand and eventually believe me.
Abby's Point of View
It was so stupid to feel this way but that didn't mean I could just stop feeling jealous. Well, it was more like envious. First there was the Winchester family, despite the fact they tended to argue on a near constant basis, they loved each other and would do anything for one another. The Winchesters were like the family I always wished for. People to protect you even if you were perfectly capable of defending yourself. It wasn't because they thought you couldn't do that but because they thought you shouldn't have to. As long as they were around you wouldn't have to. And even though they had more or less adopted me I was still slightly jealous, unable to understand how Hailey seemed to shrug off their concern at every turn. Didn't she realize how lucky she was.
And then there was Lucy's family. Sure it was fucked up and she was shipped off to boarding school at every turn, being away from her siblings during the year. But, it was obvious how much they loved each other. How much her father really did love her if he was ready to throw down a million dollars for people who just had answers as to where she could possibly be. I didn't have any of that. No one cared if I was gone from Baltimore, hell, the home was probably ecstatic there was one less mouth to feed and one less delinquent to worry about.
I nearly jumped sky high when long fingers curled around my shoulder in a comforting embrace and I melted back into the wall as Aiden pulled me into his side. Well, maybe I didn't have a biological family that loved me but I had Lucy and the Winchesters. And you know what? That was enough for me.
Hailey's Point of View
I watched as Lucy and her family walked out of the motel room so that they could have a private goodbye. I was just glad that they had worked everything out. I saw the look on Abby's face as she regarded the scene and then Aiden wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side and she had this huge smile on her face before she schooled her features back to a blank expression as she continued to watch the Mackenzie family.
I was happy that my brothers had took to Lucy and Abby as fast as I had because whether they liked it or not they were apart of our circle now and there was no going back. After Lucy came back in she looked much better, content even and I was happy.
"Guys, we have a problem," Bobby announced rushing into the room and looking really worried.
"What's wrong, Bobby?" Aiden asked.
"I gotta friend one state over, Olivia Lowry," Bobby said. "I've been trying to reach her for three days on this Angel thing. It's not like her to miss this many calls."
"She's a hunter?" Sam clarified.
"Yeah and we're going to go check on her," Bobby ordered. "You all follow me."
"Yes, sir," We all chorused.
Bobby walked back out of the room going to back up his things as we all began to move towards our own duffel bags.
"Wait, this Angel said that you three shouldn't be alone?" Dean said looking between Abby, Lucy, and I.
"Yes, sir," I said.
"Then it looks like you're coming," Dean nodded.
"Sweet," Abby grinned. "But we have our own rides."
"Then you better get moving, Blondie," Dean smirked. "Show us you all can keep up."
"I'll show you, Blondie," Abby muttered walking towards her duffel bag.
In five minutes we were all packed up and ready to go as Bobby led the charge in his mustang. The impala followed a few feet behind it and a few feet behind us was two motorcycles that Dean wasn't exactly happy with but he chose to keep his mouth shut. I wondered if maybe he'd let me ride mine occasionally. I snorted quietly, that wasn't likely.