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Chapter 47: Salvation Part 1

Everything was black and hazy. I tried to focus on exactly how I felt; but it was hard. I was feeling too many things at once. Was I alright? Maybe I wasn't, seeing as how I wasn't feeling much of anything. I tried opening my eyes but the muscles felt strained, like I hadn't done it in a long time. Finally, I opened my eyes. Slowly at first, but I managed to see everything at once. The room was white and suddenly all my senses were coming back. I smelled elastic and lemony scented cleaning products. I heard monitors and heavy breathing that I couldn't distinguish between my own and someone else's. I felt someone's hand tightly wound around my own and I managed to move my neck every so slightly to see who it was. For a minute, I thought something was wrong with me because I couldn't recognize who it was. His head was down on the comforter and the position looked very uncomfortable but he was fast asleep. I shook my head, trying to clear the remaining haze. Of course I knew who that was.

I reached my other hand over me to stroke his light brown spiked hair and he twitched against my touch. He shook the remainders of sleep away as he lifted his head, trying to see who was touching him. He looked so tired.

"Dean?" My voice croaked.

He looked slightly confused but then he was very much awake and pushing himself up and out of the chair.

"Andy." He sounded so relieved and exhausted all at once as he pulled me into him, hugging me tightly. How long had I been here that he would have to be this upset and worried? I knew he was; I could tell by the way he was holding me. His arms were tight and basically screaming that he'd never let go. I knew that's when I must have been tired as well, because all of a sudden I was referring to Dean's arms having mouths.

I saw Sam come into the doorway and almost drop his coffee at the sight of Dean squeezing me to death. "I'll get the doctor." I tried to figure out why everyone could sound tired and happy all at once.

"Dean…" I said quietly, rubbing his back. "I'm okay."

He must have realized that I needed to breath and that I was still in some kind of pain and he released his hold and sat down next to me on the bed.

"I was so worried." He admitted and kissed my cheek.

I pulled my hand into his and squeezed him tightly. "How long have been here?" I asked.

Long enough to scare the hell out of him. "Three days. You've been out cold. Doctors said you had a concussion and we shouldn't have let you fall asleep. You could have died Andy." Dean's voice was breaking all over the place and I damned the pain that lashed through my head as I sat up and pulled him into a hug.

His breaths were shaking and he was digging his fingers into the back of the stupid paper gown they gave you to wear. As I've said, hospitals had meetings about how they could make you feel utterly uncomfortable. I stroked his hair and the back of his neck and gave him a long kiss on the lips as I pulled away. He ran a hand over his face and looked at anything but me; embarrassed he'd come so close to letting his emotions run loose like that.

"I'm sorry I made you worry like that." I said sadly and I that's when I noticed how worn down he looked. He hadn't shaved and there were dark purple cusps under his tired hazel eyes. I didn't remember the clothes he had on from the night I had my nightmare but I was pretty sure he hadn't changed since yesterday.

My eyes locked with Dean. My nightmare. Why hadn't I remembered? It was the reason I was here in the first place. Although, before I could get into it the Doctor came in with Sam, John following not far behind.

"Well Ms. Monteague, your family was very worried about you. How are you feeling?"

"Um, my head hurts a little but that's about it."

"Well you've had a concussion." He said, writing things down on a clipboard. I was pretty sure he hadn't locked eyes with me once. He was going to have to in a few minutes. I knew he had to check my monitor, and my IV and my freakin pupils to see if anything was dilated. I rolled my eyes, trying not to make it noticeable. Right, because my pupils were dilated from the crack I smoked in my coma. I hated hospitals. "Now, your family wasn't able to tell me anything since they claimed to have just found you, so can you just fill me in?"

I grit my teeth and bit my tongue on reiterating 'claimed' like I was going to throw something at him. Dean squeezed my hand and I sighed as the Doctor put down the clipboard and waited for my answer. He started fiddling with my IV and checking all the other things he needed to do.

"Um, I was in the shower and I tripped on the rug on the way out. I fell; hit my head off the sink."

From looking at all three of the Winchesters, they knew I was bullshitting the Doctor. That's why I could never play Poker with these jackasses. They always knew there was something else in my hand. They didn't know what specifically, but they knew when I was telling them I had an Ace that I really had a Three of Hearts.

"Well, I'm guessing we'll be a little more careful now won't we?" He asked me and I didn't care anymore, I glared at him. "Alright, we'll discharge you in an hour or so. Our patient charts are really backed up."

"Terrific." I muttered.

He nodded at John, for some odd reason, and headed out the door. Sam closed it after the doctor made his exit and I pointed in that direction.

"Do not tip him."

Sam smiled. "I don't think that's how that works Andy."

I smiled, happy to see Sam doing the same thing. He didn't look as tired as Dean did but I could tell the other two Winchesters were worn out as well. He came towards the other side of the bed and pulled me into a tight hug as well. I put my arms around his built chest and waist and squeezed him with all the energy I had. John gave me the same tight hug as Sam got up and I smiled at my three guys, sitting on my hospital bed.

"So I've been here three days?" I asked them.

They all nodded and Sam looked at Dean. "At least John and I have had showers. I could barely get Dean to leave the room."

I brought Dean's hand into mine again as he smiled sadly at the memory. No reminiscing. "Well, I know the exact thing we're going to do when we get back to the motel. Because I'm sure I smell like disinfectant." I grimaced.

Dean chuckled, leaning over to kiss my forehead and smell my hair, an action I was sure he had been doing for the past three days. "You've never smelled better."

I smiled slightly and ran my thumb along his knuckles. "I'm sorry for what I've put you guys through the last the few days. I knew it wasn't exactly cake. And why am I always the one to end up in the freaking hospital?" I asked.

It had meant to be funny, and all three Winchesters chuckled, but it was humorless.

"We're just glad you're okay." John said.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a nightmare?" Dean asked me, his voice straining. He really needed sleep. "You know what could happen. Or did that slash to the abdomen not give you enough of a reminder?"

"Dean…" Sam said lightly.

"Wait, what about your nightmares?" John asked. My headache was suddenly getting a whole lot worse.

"It's a long story Dad." Dean tried to explain, wanting an answer from me.

I took a deep breath and slowly let it through my lips. "Guys chill, okay? I don't need Testosterone spills, my head is killing me."

Dean moved his other hand to rest next to my head and slowly stroked my hair. I moved into his touch and sighed, grateful for the comfort of feeling his fingers slowly massage my skin. "Okay so first off, John, um a couple months ago I started having nightmares and they've all had side effects."

"Side effects?" he asked.

"Yeah, like she'll get burned in a dream and wake up with a burn."

"Or a slash through the abdomen." Sam finished for Dean and I nodded.

"This time, I dreamed I was running and I was tired. To make a long story short, I fell, blood was hitting on my pendant from my forehead and my dad was there."

"Your dad?" John asked in disbelief.

I looked at Dean and winced. I forgot he hadn't been let in on that part of the story either and it sounded all so crazy when said out loud and with everything else. But wasn't this what our job entailed? Crazy and unbelievable?

"We think a Necromancer is masquerading as her dad." Dean took over for me. At least it didn't sound like I was the crazy one.

"How come you didn't tell me about all this?" John asked. I couldn't decide whether he was pissed off or confused. Hell, maybe I was lucky and he was feeling both at once.

"We were gonna tell you and ask for help. Time just got the better of us, that's all." I answered quietly.

"Does it sound like a plan from Yellow Eyes?" Sam asked his father. We'd been all thinking it but didn't want to add anything else insane to the list.

"Why would the demon want Andy?"

I grimaced. "You're going to be upset again." I warned him. John just sighed and ran a hand over his face, inferring to just hit him with the full force with it. "I had this ex boyfriend and let's just say he went close to being Jack Nicholson in 'The Shining'. He attacked all of us, saying the demon wanted me to know how special I was to him."

"Wait, the guy who killed himself in his motel room? I heard about that, Jason…?" John asked me and his stare shot straight through me as he caught on to what I knew.

"It was my knife." I whispered so low I was surprised John heard me from across the bed.

"But it wasn't her fault." Dean said, sticking up for me. He was trying to calmly remind me a hundred times over that it wasn't my fault.

I nodded and squeezed Dean's hand as hard as I could; it was keeping my tears inside my eyes. "He was gonna kill Dean." I said, my voice shaking. "And when I said that I'd never understand what he was doing and what the demon wanted me to do, he killed himself. Right in front of me."

I looked down at my hands toying with the end of the bed sheet and Sam reached over to put some hair behind my ear. He let his hand linger there for a moment before John spoke up.

"It wasn't your fault, Andy. This demon, as I've said, is a bad son of a bitch. And I wouldn't be surprised with the powers he can cook up. He probably has that Necromancer posing as your father just to shake you."

"All this trouble just for me?" I laughed nervously and looked at all three of them. "Lucky me."

"Let's just focus on getting you out of here." Sam said, smiling when I nodded almost incessantly.

"And the shower I get to look foreword too." Dean said, leaning up to kiss my forehead.

I smiled and hung onto him as he sat back down on the bed. Luckily, I didn't feel like a case was brewing. So maybe we'd actually be able to figure this thing out.

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"Home sweet motel." Dean said as he opened the door and turned the light on. I looked around the room and sighed at the usual scenery. Two beds, one nightstand, kitchenette, table and chairs. It was like I never even left.

"Well, this rates high against hospitals." I said, flopping on one of the beds.

I glanced at the door and waited a moment to see if Sam and John were close to the door. "They've been getting along?" I asked.

Dean shrugged one shoulder and nodded as he rifled though our clothes bag. "Yeah, mostly. They were joking around the night we made the beer run. But I mean, they've been quiet for the past few days."

I got up from the bed and wrapped my arms around Dean's waist from behind him. I squeezed him tightly and he stopped going through the bags and wrapped his arms around my own and around his own waist.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

He smirked his typical Dean Winchester grin and responded, "I'm always okay."

He could say anything he wanted, but nothing could take away the sheer panic that was on his face when he told me I could have died. I'd never forget it.

I pulled off his button down from behind him and slid it down to the floor. I left gentle kisses on the back of his arms as I ran my hands over his t-shirted chest. I started lifting that up as well and I could tell he had closed his eyes and was suppressing to emit a low growl. I leaned down and kissed his lower back, rubbing my nose against the skin as I pulled his shirt up. My nose and lips followed his skin all the way up to his shoulders as I pulled off the shirt. I massaged his muscles and kissed his shoulder blades tenderly.

"I love you." He said quietly. I wonder how many times it went through his head that he might never get to say that to me again.

I turned him around and ran my hands over his chest, touching and soaking up every ounce of warmth I could. "I love you too." I responded just as softly and pulled him into a kiss.

I decided we better make our way into the bathroom before Sam and John came back in from loading stuff out of the trunk of the car. But I knew Sam knew we were up to something, hell we announced the freaking shower. He was giving us a little time to make it there.

I pushed him into the bathroom, against the sink, letting his hands roam over my body as I haphazardly closed the door. We'd forgotten the clothes Dean had gotten out of the bags but neither of us seemed too worried about it. He pulled off the clothes I had just thrown on at the hospital, trying to go slow to savor some kind of moment but lust getting the better of him. I could feel it circulate through him; he needed me. Not for his own pleasures or for mine. He needed to know that I was still there and to throw away the notion that haunted his head for three days that he might loose me. He pulled off my tank top and ran his hands over the white lace covering my skin. I pulled at his belt, trying to figure out how to unlatch it without looking down and pulling myself out of the kiss.

I tried and giggled against his lips, not being able to get it. "You have some childproof lock on your pants?"

He grinned and did it himself as I pulled away and pulled the shower curtain back. "No, if they were childproof I'd never be able to get them off."

My breath caught in my throat as I looked inside the shower. For some reason when I pulled the curtain back I got a glimpse of what had been there before; what I saw the last time I pulled a shower curtain back. I just shook my head as I realized there was no cloaked figure, like before and turned on the shower, trying to get the tap as hot as possible.

"You alright?" Dean asked me; I'm guessing he saw the hesitation a few moments before.

I turned back around and nodded, full fake smile on my face. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"We don't have to do anything, if you're not—" I cut off his stupid notions, pushing myself back up against him and putting my lips on his. It seemed to be enough of an answer for him and his hands moved everywhere at once. I felt them in my hair, and then around my breasts and waist. Then they were on my pelvis, pulling my clothes to the floor.

We weren't coordinated enough to do this and I giggled as he tried pulling his own pants down without breaking the war our tongues were having. He suddenly picked me up by the waist and placed me in the shower, pulling back for only a second to successfully get his clothes off. He got in and I pulled the shower curtain closed.

He managed to reach down and turn the shower head on. The walls moaned as the pipes pushed the water to a different place and moments later water was showering down on the both of us. The water was hot and yet I was shivering. Dean was pushing me against the wall of the shower and tangling my wet hair in his hands. Our kisses were slower than our bodies were moving. It seemed like every part of our body, down to the molecules, was moving at throbbing rapid rate. But our lips were moving slowly and carefully; slow enough to let water drip in and wet our tongues.

I pulled back ever so slightly and his warm breath was puffing against my face. "We actually need to bathe this time Dean."

Dean scrunched his nose and I kissed it at the action. "Have you ever known us to get into a shower together and actually get to the soap and suds part?"

I laughed. "Huh, and I though the point of a shower was to become less dirty."

"Not when we're taking one." Dean replied slowly, putting his lips back on mine.

My hand reached for the Lavender Body Lotion on the side of the tub and waved it at him as I pulled away. "Sure you don't want to help me?" I asked suggestively. "You could help me get all the hard to reach places."

Dean smiled and pulled the bottle out of my hands. "Maybe, just this once, we can focus on the soap part."

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We took the longest shower and I felt amazing afterwards. Not to mention the great massages Dean gives. Damn, if he didn't have a job I'd recommended him doing that professionally. All the tense and painful days just washed away when he touched me and I couldn't have felt more relaxed.

Of course, then we remembered we had no clothes. We stood there and looked at each other a moment and took the towels off the sink. They were small though and wouldn't cover our entire waists, let alone our entire person. We had to beg Sam for what seemed like hours for him to just throw clothes in the bathroom for us. The steam had died down by then and we were both freezing and shivering messes.

I quickly got dressed in the sweat pants and t-shirt Sam had given me and grabbed a brush off the sink. Dean continued to get dressed and I ran the brush through my hair trying to get any knots out.

"Ouch." I commented, pulling the brush out. "I don't think I used enough conditioner."

"Was that before or after the moaning and panting for more Lavender?" Dean questioned, totally serious.

A small smile spread on my face at the memory. "After."

Dean chuckled, pulling his pants over his boxers. "Well, that explains it now doesn't it?"

"Do you think they heard us?" I asked as Dean came up behind me and wiped the fog from the mirror away.

"As I've told you, you're loud." I smiled as he whispered that in my ear. "Which doesn't bother me, believe me, but other people may not find it so attractive."

He took the brush from me and gently pulled it through my hair, trying to get the frustrating knots. "I tried holding it back. I almost bit on your lower lip remember?"

Dean smiled and scoffed. "Yeah, well, I still got teeth marks on my chest if you don't remember."

I scoffed this time, almost mocking him. "And do I have to remind you of where you left your teeth marks?"

Dean stopped brushing and smiled at me through the mirror, circling my waist with his arms. "No, would you like to show me?" He taunted and I giggled, turning around and kissing him.

"Are you two done yet?" Came John's yell and pounding on the door. I jumped in Dean's arms and he sighed, staring at the door that looked like it was about to fall over from John's fist hitting against it.

"Looks like alone time is up." Dean said sourly, pulling his arms off me and slipping on a long sleeved navy tee.

I shrugged and rubbed his arm tenderly for a moment. When he was completely done dressing he gelled his hair and took my hand to lead me out of the bathroom. Everywhere else was suddenly much colder than I thought.

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"So, this is it." John said motioning us to sit down at the kitchen table. "This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we've been searching for this demon, right? And not a trace, just nothing….until about a year ago. For the first time, I picked up a trail." He wasn't wasting any time and neither were his sons. They both dived into the information as soon as they saw it, making statements and questions. Damn, my brain was still in the shower.

"All right, so, what's this trail you found?" Dean asked, letting go of my hand to lean over the table.

"It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California—houses are burning down to the ground. It's going after families….just like it went after us."

"Families with infants?" I asked.

John nodded. "Yeah—the night of the kid's six-month birthday."

"So, why is it doing it? What does it want?" Sam asked, looking at all the data John had acquired over the years.

"I'm not sure." John replied honestly. "I've always been one step behind it."

"How do we find it again?" I asked, getting a sudden headache. I was guessing it was from my concussion and went in search of Advil in the bathroom.

Dean looked in on me, concern etching his features. But he didn't say anything; just watched me. I shrugged at him and motioned to my head. He nodded and turned back to John who was answering my question.

"The week before your mother died…" He looked at Dean and Sam. "And in Palo Alto….before Jessica. And these signs—they're starting again."

"Where?" Sam asked.

"Salvation, Iowa."

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My headache didn't cease to stop as we entered Iowa. It felt like small rounds of explosions were lined up in my head and every so often one of them would explode.

"You okay back there?" Dean asked worriedly.

Sam looked back at me just in time to see me shake my head. "Dean, pull the car over." Sam said urgently, seeing me twist and buck with pain.

This wasn't my concussion, like I thought it had been earlier. This was something else, something far too familiar.

I screamed in pain as all the explosions went off at once and Dean chose that time to screech the car to a stop. My hands went to my head, my fingers streaming through my hair and turning to fists. I was pulling on my hair, digging my fingers into my head just trying to get the pain to stop.

I didn't notice both car doors open and the Winchesters sliding on both sides of me. They both gripped me, trying to get me to calm down. Dean was pulling me to him as my screams turned into loud sobs. Sam just sat there, looking at me and Dean worriedly, and stroked my hair, trying to detangle my fists.

The explosions stopped and debris and throbbing waves were left in its wake. I sat there in Dean's arms, trembling and whimpering. He started rocking me, trying to relax me.

"My head…" My breath hiccupped painfully and I felt Dean tense against me. His arms were so tightly wrapped around me that I thought my ribs might crack under the pressure.

"That wasn't from her concussion." Sam said steadily.

I could hear a truck approaching the car, knowing it could only be their father. We'd been following him but I guessed when he saw the boys pull off he turned back around and stopped.

Dean's head slowly rested on mine, forcefully kissing my skin. Everything seemed pressured, like an anvil was tied to everything that touched me.

"Then what the hell was it from?" Dean barked. His anger was directed at anyone specifically. Everyone's emotions had been strung for days and I felt bad something like this had to happen even though I knew it wasn't my fault. Just like the last time it happened.

"Saginaw, Michigan." Sam said, thinking Dean would catch on.

I raised my head ever so slightly from Dean's chest. "Every time I had one of those, Sam's visions wasn't far behind."

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