A/N I am so terribly sorry for the stupidly long wait. This chapter isn't even that action packed which makes me feel worse. I promise that the next chapter will be much better and very plot heavy. There may even be so crossover material in there as well if I get everything I want done. SO finally here is chapter six. Enjoy!

Ch.6

I'll Be Good

"Grace is just weakness, or so I've been told. I've been cold. I've been merciless." –Jaymes Young

Sam and I were sitting at the map table when Charlie and Dean walked into the bunker. Cas was keeping watch on Kevin while Kevin started working on the angel tablet.

"Charlie!" Sam grinned and stood to greet the red head.

"Hey Sam." She smiled and gave him a hug while I watched awkwardly from afar. I felt like an intruder. Their family was already established and I was the stranger, the outsider peaking in.

"Who's this?" Charlie mumbled to Sam while shooting me a friendly smile. One that I felt like I didn't deserve.

"Um, Avery." I gave her a small wave that turned into an awkward back-of-neck scratch when I realized that waving was stupid.

"It's cool meeting you." Charlie smiled confidently. I sensed that the only reason she was so confident was because of how not confident I was.

"What have you been up to?" Sam asked.

"Oh the usual," Charlie shrugged. "You know, LARPing, getting fired from my job, hunting…"

"You got fired?" Sam gaped at the same time that Dean said angrily, "You're hunting?" Charlie winced. "Yeah, turns out my boss was outsourcing child labor so I took a big wiki leak all over that."

"Hold up, rewind." Dean crossed his arms. "What's this about hunting?"

"Well since I was out of a job, I decided to put my monster knowledge to use." She shuffled uneasily. "You know, do some good."

Sam gave Dean a worried look and I sank back down into my seat. "How was it, are you okay?" He asked.

Charlie nodded a bit while her eyes glazed over. "It was…intense." She shook her head and smiled sadly. "But, I kinda wish that hunting was… I dunno, more magical."

Dean rolled his eyes and I glared at him for dismissing Charlie like that. She flushed and mumbled, "Never mind, where's this Commodore 64 of yours?"

Sam led her to the computer room and Charlie's face lit up with awe. "Sweet Ada Lovelace." Charlie strode up to the machine and ran her hands over the control panel lovingly. "This thing belongs in a museum!"

"Can you get it to track angels?" Sam asked. Charlie frowned and fiddled with the wiring before nodding slowly.

"Let me see what I can do." She cracked her knuckles, pulled her tablet out of her messenger bag, and got to work.

"I'll be right back, bathroom." I announced to the group. They nodded absently, far too busy with the computer to pay much attention to me. I slipped away and made my way back to the garage where I knew I would find Dorothy's motorbike. I wanted to take care of this witch problem before anyone could get caught in the crossfire, namely Charlie. If Gadreel didn't have to heal her than he could save his strength and Sam would recover more quickly.

I flicked the lights on and squinted against the sudden bright lights before my eyes found the bike tucked away a couple of rows down the lot. I gave a sigh of relief and quickly made my way towards it and grabbed the canvas saddlebag.

I stuck my hand into it and pulled out a red heel. "Bingo." My blood froze when I heard a low hiss come from behind me. I spun around to face the hag and dove out of the way when she sent a plasma ball of magic hurtling towards me. I had only had time thrust my palms outwards in a knee-jerk attempt to protect myself when another ball of energy came hurtling towards me and… ricocheted into the wall?

The witch gave a startled hiss and my eyes focused on the faint almost imperceptible shield I had erected in front of me before it fizzled out. How did I do that? I scrambled to my feet and tried to ignore my pounding heart and my confusion as the witch readied herself to launch another green projectile.

"Stop!" I said. "I know where it is."

The witch's hands came back down to her sides slowly, energy still crackling around her fingers.

"You want the key…" I swallowed. "To Oz, right? I have it."

The witch raised her arm again and I quickly added. "Not on me! In my room. I can take you there."

She hissed at me again but nodded. With a jerk of her head and a threatening thrust of her palm she ordered me forward. I was glad that I was able to hide the heel before she saw it. I knew that if the witch had seen it she wouldn't have hesitated killing me. Even if I did know where the key was.

I led her away from the main rooms where I knew the others would still be and hoped to draw her far enough away so that when it did turn into a fight nobody got caught in the crossfire. I only could hope that I would beat her. She gave me a shove and I pressed on.

"Where's Avery?"

"What?" Dean's head snapped up and he could feel the glare creep over his face.

"Avery," Sam repeated. "Where is she?"

Charlie stopped stripping one of the wires and looked up. "I thought she said something about a bathroom?"

Sam crossed his arms and frowned at Dean who was still glaring stonily at the mere mention of the girl. "Yeah but that was a while ago wasn't it?"

"She's fine Sam." Dean snapped. "She's a big girl now. I think she can go hit the head without you having to follow her around like a mother hen."

"What's your problem, Dean?" Sam asked shooting his brother a bitch face.

Dean bit his tongue before laughing bitterly and shaking his head. "Nothing."

"It sure doesn't seem like nothing." Sam scoffed. Charlie cleared her throat drawing the feuding men's attention.

"Is everything…okay?" She asked awkwardly.

"It's fine." Dean bit out. Sam's jaw clenched in frustration before he pointed to the door and gave Dean a 'let's talk in private' look. Dean rolled his eyes but followed his brother out regardless.

"You've been at Avery's throat all week. What's going on with you?" Sam demanded after they had stepped out and closed the door behind them.

"I have not been at her throat all week." Dean assured his brother. "Hell, I've barely even seen her this week."

"You know what I mean Dean." Sam rolled his eyes. "You're making her feel unwelcome and after your whole spiel about how bad you felt for hurting her, you'd think you'd try and make amends."

Dean scowled at his brother. "I can't help it if she doesn't want to hear my apologies as a matter of fact, I don't blame her. Besides, it's more than that…"

Sam frowned at his brother and crossed his arms. "What do you mean?"

Dean's features grew stony again as he thought back to Avery's threats. Then again the more he thought about it the more it made sense. Avery perceived him, his brother, and Castiel as threats. If she could hold something over their heads to ensure no more harm came to her then why wouldn't she? It was something he would do.

But despite that, it stilled pissed him off that someone threatened his brother and tried to strong-arm him in the same breath. Half of it was brotherly protectiveness and the other half pride. No one would tell Dean Winchester what to do, especially not some entitled brat from another universe.

"Fine don't tell me, but you'd be surprised about Avery." Sam said. "I think she's ready to forgive you like she's forgiven us, but you have to take the first step."

"Yeah, whatever." Dean moved to go to the kitchen and grab a beer when he heard a scream and the sound of metal against metal echo distantly through the bunker. It was so faint he thought he might have imagined it. "Did you hear that?" He asked his brother who had frozen as well.

Sam nodded. "I think it came from the garage."

"How much do you want to bet that Avery knocked something over?" Dean gave an annoyed sigh. Sam frowned at him.

"I don't know. Avery isn't really that clumsy." Sam shot a worried glance down the hallway and Dean sighed.

"Fine, fine. I'll go— check on her." He said it as if it caused him physical pain but Sam grinned triumphantly. "Shut up." Dean scowled and Sam raised his hands in surrender before Dean stalked off towards the source of the commotion.

Dean was not thrilled to be having some one on one time with Avery. He had actually been relieved when the girl actively avoided him the past week. Despite his disdain for her he still couldn't swallow the guilt that haunted his nights. And having less face time with her made it easier to deal with. He didn't know what he would do if he had to face her every day, there was only so much whiskey in the world.

Dean pushed open the door to the garage and frowned when he found it empty. He could have sworn he had heard the clatter coming from here. His frown turned into a scowl when he caught sight of a vintage bike that had been knocked over.

"I knew it." He propped the bike up and grumbled at Avery under his breath for not cleaning up behind herself when he paused. There was a black scorch mark near the back wheel that rubbed him the wrong way. He didn't know what could have caused it.

"What the—?" He frowned when he dragged his fingers over the spot and found that the soot came up easily. It was fresh. Dean glanced at the floor around him and gave a curious 'humph' when he found what he was looking for. Scuff marks near the door Avery must have left through. He stood and followed the hallway down deeper into the bowels of the bunker where Avery had disappeared into.

I quickened my pace as I went further and further into the bunker. We were down far enough that we probably wouldn't be discovered if something went sideways and deep enough that the hag would probably get lost trying to find her way back. Hell, I would get lost trying to find my way back had I not already explored the bunker extensively myself.

The hag hissed behind me and threw me into the wall.

"Where is it!" Her voice reverberated in my skull painfully. I held my hands up carefully only allowing a fraction of my brainpower to marvel over the fact that she was telepathic.

"It's in this room right here, okay?" I said slowly. "No need to get violent. It's in a safe. I'll open it for you."

The hag sneered at me and pushed me through the door. I bit back my annoyance. Nobody pushed me around and came out of it Scott free. I shifted the strap of the bag on my shoulder and approached the safe. Angling my body so that I could slip my hand into the bag without her noticing. I played with the dial to make it seem that I was actually opening the safe and then, quick as I could, I launched myself at the hag pointy part of the heel first.

The only problem was that the hag was gone. I spun around, red heel held aloft, but the witch was nowhere to be found. I suddenly felt a hand wrap around my throat and pull me up into the air. The witch slammed me into the wall knocking the breath out of my lungs and her fingers crackled with energy searing into my neck.

I screeched in pain and dropped the heel to instead use my hands to pull the witch's fingers from my throat, to no avail. Black spots erupted in front of my eyes and I thought for a moment that I was going to die when a gunshot reverberated throughout the small room.

I fell to my knees and gasped as the witch hissed angrily at her attacker ready to launch more green bolts. I looked up to identify my savior and recoiled with shock to see that it was Dean.

"Come get it, bitch!" He growled and the witch responded with a volley of energy, which Dean dodged. I dove for the heel and wrapped my fingers around it triumphantly as Dean unloaded his gun into the witch who barely even flinched.

I stood up and buried the heel into her chest while she was distracted and watched as she wilted like a dry flower and slowly disintegrated. We stood silently for a moment before I looked up at Dean who was glowering at me.

"Are you okay?" I winced at how hoarse my voice was and at how much it hurt to speak.

"Oh peachy." He snarked. "Care to explain what all that was about?"

"You accidentally freed the Wicked Witch of the West when you knocked into that shelf in the computer room." I explained quietly, I tried to quell the tremors running up and down my body.

Dean blinked at me. "What?"

"I wanted to take care of it myself because things went south pretty quick the last time around." I said. "I didn't want anyone to get hurt."

"Well so much for that plan." Dean scoffed.

I felt my brows furrow with guilt. "Oh no, did she get you?" I took a step forward without thinking but caught myself. Dean's eyes widened with surprise.

"No. No. I'm fine." He held his hands up. "I meant you."

My hand went up to my neck where the skin was scorched. "Oh, right. I can fix it." I took a deep breath and pulled my grace up from within me a tried focusing it to my burns. I struggled getting a hold onto it initially but managed to drag it to my wound. The familiar warm feeling enveloped my neck before fading away leaving me as good as new.

"Holy shit." Dean gaped at me. "How long have you been able to do that?"

"Um, a week maybe?" I said sheepishly.

Dean frowned at me and took a step closer to examine my neck. "To bad about the scar."

"I scarred?" I ran my fingers over my neck but could only feel smooth skin.

"Yeah, right here." Dean's finger ghosted over my neck near my collarbone and I immediately blushed.

Dean realized how close he had gotten and quickly moved away while clearing his throat. "Don't ever try to deal with a situation like this yourself again." He said sternly to make up for the almost tender moment we had just shared. "Next time you won't get so lucky."

I tried not to wince at his tone. "Would you have rather had me put the rest of you guys in danger?" I said almost accusingly.

Dean scoffed. "We can take care of ourselves, Avery. You, on the other hand, have never been in a single fight your entire life. Especially not against monsters."

"How do you know?" I glared.

"Am I wrong?" He bit back. My flush gave me away and he nodded smugly.

I clenched my jaw. "I'm not gonna sit on my ass and watch the three of you make the same damn mistakes. Not if I can help it."

Dean crossed his arms. "Then don't. Tell us where and when we screw the pooch so we can fix it before it happens."

I paled and licked my suddenly dry lips. "I—I don't think I'm allowed."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Says who?"

The voice had warned me during my lessons that changing too much and telling the Winchesters too much could lead to catastrophic consequences. I didn't want to leave the Winchesters in worse shape then when I came.

"Nobody." I shrugged. "I just don't to want to tear the space-time continuum, that's all."

"Yeah, okay." He scoffed before staring at me again. "We should head back. Sam's probably loosing his mind with worry right about now."

"Yeah." I nodded. "Okay."

"And you are going to explain that whole wicked witch thing to me too." He added leading the way back. I rolled my eyes at him but conceded.

"Sure thing."

Sam watched as Dorothy (Yes, that Dorothy) paced around the room anxiously. Charlie was still staring up at her on awe. She had been absolutely thrilled when she found out that Oz was real but Sam could only focus on the two people who had been missing for quite some time now.

"Where are they?" He sighed anxiously. "They should have been back by now."

"Wouldn't be surprised if the witch got to them. She's damn powerful." Dorothy mumbled. "We have to find that key before she does."

"This place is huge." Sam said. "I wouldn't even know where to start."

Sam rubbed his face trying to think if he could remember the odd little wooden key that Dorothy had shown them a picture of. "If anyone could find it, it would be Dean. He was the one that sorted through most of this stuff when we got here."

"Well that's no use to us if he's dead." Dorothy said plainly.

"Dean is not dead." Sam glowered at her. Dorothy held up her hands as if in surrender and continued her pacing.

"Not today at least."

Sam almost flew out of his seat at the sound of his brother's voice. "You're okay." He sighed in relief. Avery was trailing behind him sheepishly. Sam frowned when he caught the faintest outline of a hand near her collarbone.

"You're not." Sam immediately examined the faint scar.

"I'm fine." She assured him blushing faintly.

"Who's this?" Dean asked mistrustfully when Dorothy walked up to see the two newcomers.

"You won't believe it, Dean." Sam started. "This is Dorothy. Like from The Wizard of Oz, Dorothy."

Dean quirked an eyebrow. "Well, I just ganked the wicked witch so it's not that hard to believe."

"You killed the witch?" Dorothy gaped.

"Um, excuse me. If I remember correctly I was the one that killed the witch." Avery crossed her arms.

"And if I remember correctly," Dean bit back. "If I hadn't been there the witch would've killed you."

"Does it matter?" Sam asked barely suppressing a smile. The two seemed to be getting along much better than they had all week.

Dean shook his head. "Whatever. The Witch was looking for some sort of key to Oz."

"Yes," Dorothy nodded excitedly. "Do you know where it is?"

"I don't even know what it looks like, doll face." Dean smirked. Sam grabbed the photo and shoved it under Dean's nose.

"Have you seen anything like this?" Sam asked. A flicker of recognition crossed Dean's face and he nodded.

"I think I know exactly where this is."

I watched almost sadly as Dorothy and Charlie crossed into Oz and disappeared.

"Do you think she'll be all right?" I asked Sam. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I sure hope so, Avery."

"So now what?" I asked him.

"We go hunting." I turned to look at Dean who had crossed his arms.

"I'm going on a hunt?" I asked surprised.

"Absolutely not." He scoffed. "Sam and I are going on a hunt."

"Why can't I go?" I asked indignantly.

Dean quirked an eyebrow at me. "Because you can't handle yourself, that's why. You don't know how to fight and I can't and won't babysit you."

"I'm a liability. That's what you're saying." I said angrily.

"Yes." He nodded. And I scowled at him.

"Well, then teach me how to fight! I already know all about the lore." I told him.

"You want me to teach you how to fight?" Dean asked incredulously.

I shrank back at the thought of having to 'fight club' with Dean. "Or Sam…Sam could teach me." I offered weakly.

Dean shook his head but Sam jumped in. "No, she's right."

"I am?" I repeated astonished.

"She should learn how to fight." Sam nodded. "Maybe she shouldn't go hunting— yet." He added when I went to interrupt indignantly.

"So you'll teach her?" Dean asked.

"We'll teach her." Sam corrected crossing his arms. Dean looked like he was going to complain but Sam shot him a look and he huffed in defeat.

"Fine, whatever." Dean stalked off but I couldn't suppress the grin that had spread across my cheeks. This was what I had needed. Purpose.

I was going to be a huntress.

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