A/N And I'm back! Pitt Con was extraordinary and the boys were amazing and kind. Jared was especially sweet and he hugged me for a full minute because I was so nervous that I started to cry a little. I met so many people and had an overall amazing time. I really recommend going to a Con if you can make the expense and if you can't I suggest you do what I did and save like crazy because at the end of the day it was the best money I've ever spent. But enough about that. I want to thank everyone who reviewed favorited and followed you rock. Enjoy the chapter!

Ch. 7

Assimilation Nation

"I got sand in my pockets/It kind of weighs me down/But I'm happy and holy and free." —Louden Swain

My eyes fluttered open and I sat up my heart pounding. My hair was matted to my cheeks and I was sitting in a pool of blood. Bodies stacked around me.

My mother, my father, Sam, Dean, Lucy, and several others I couldn't recognize.

"No." My voice broke and bile rose into my throat. I tried to wipe the blood from my face but I only made it worse. My Mother's face turned towards me and her eyes opened. Her mouth didn't move but I could hear her speak.

"You did this."

"No!" I held my hands over my ears to stop the accusations. Dean spoke next.

"It's all your fault."

"Monster."

"Monster."

The voices of the dead screamed at me and reverberated in my skull and the blood crept towards me pooling in my eyes and mouth. I couldn't breath.

"No Please!" I choked through it as hands started pulling at me. "I'm sorry! Please!"

"WAKE UP!"

I sat up in bed gasping and shaking through my tears. I was sweating and tangled in my sheets. My hair was matted to my face but with sweat this time instead of blood. And it was Dean's hands on my shoulders not the cold dead ones of the people that had died in my dream. Had died because of me.

"I'm fine." Was the first thing to make it past the knot in my throat.

Dean scoffed. "Yeah, of course you are." I wiped away my tears still trembling violently, I could still fell the phantom warm stickiness of blood on my skin.

"What was the dream about?" He asked me. I looked up at him surprised that he cared but then realized he was probably just curious.

"Nothing." I muttered trying not to wince at the way my voice broke.

"That was hell of a lot of screaming for nothing." Dean said skeptically. His eyes shifted to his hands which were clenched into fists.

"Yeah well…" I trailed off as the sweat began to cool against my skin and sent another wave of shivers down my body.

Dean bit his lip and shut his eyes tightly as if it was taking all of his will power to say something. "It— it wasn't about me was it?"

I frowned at him. "What? Why would you think— Oh." I suddenly realized why he'd asked. He thought I was having a dream about him torturing me. Dean looked away stony faced but he couldn't quite manage to mask the guilt etched on his features.

"Yeah, I guess I see why you'd think that." I muttered.

"I know…I know I'm an ass sometimes." Dean sighed drawing his hands over his face. I scoffed and he rolled his eyes. "Okay a lot. But I am sorry for what I did."

"I don't really think about it," I told him before adding, "or I try not to…If that helps."

Dean gave me a strange look. "Why would you care if it helps? If it had been the other way around I would want you to feel every ounce of guilt."

I fidgeted and played with a fraying hem of my sheets. "I dunno, I mean you didn't torture me just to be malicious, I don't think, I think you were just scared," Dean bristled a little at being described as such but I ignored it.

"You were scared and you wanted to make sure I wasn't a threat. I get that." I shrugged a little and Dean looked at me bewildered and a little a shamed. "Are you saying you forgive me for torturing you because I didn't 'do it to be mean?'"

"Yeah, I guess. I mean what you did was wrong, really wrong and it sucked." I said scoffing at the understatement of the century. "But I don't blame you for the why, just that you did it." With every second that passed that he remained silent I grew more and more uncomfortable.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. "I'm going to go back to bed."

Dean nodded quickly and stood up jerkily. "Yeah, okay. Me too." He opened his mouth to say something but then shook his head and turned away like had had thought better of it. He stopped when he reached the door and without turning said, "Goodnight."

I didn't have a chance to say anything back before he was gone.

"Again." Dean barked and I fumbled with the pieces of the handgun that sat disassembled in front of me. We had been training for hours putting the gun together and then taking it apart over and over again.

"Too slow." Dean shook his head after glancing at his watch. I fought the urge to throw the half assembled gun at him. We hadn't spoken about the night he found me having the nightmare since it happened. And I was glad. But that didn't make him any less infuriating.

"Why does it matter how fast I can put a gun together?" I gritted out in frustration.

"Because, this helps you understand how a gun works and how to fix it if it doesn't." Dean scowled at my tone.

"Oh I'll show you how a gun works…" I threatened under my breath.

"I think it's time for a break." Sam interrupted from his corner of the room. "And you seem pretty solid on lore so we should probably start training you up."

"You're going to teach me how to fight?" I perked up my annoyance fading instantly.

"Not quite," Sam smiled apologetically. "It doesn't matter if you're a master in martial arts, you won't be able to hold your own without a good physical base."

"How do you mean?" I asked warily.

"You need to put some muscle on those chicken wings, kid." Dean translated and I scowled. "Screw you."

"You wish." He bit back and I growled through the faint blush on my cheeks. I didn't know why but every time Dean made any sexual innuendo it made me super uncomfortable and I hated that I was always the blushing at the slightest vulgarity like a victorian lady.

"Dean's right." Sam shrugged. "You need to start working out if you want to keep up."

"All right, what do you suggest?" I asked him. Sam smiled widely and Dean snorted. I suddenly got the feeling that I was going to get more than I bargained for.

Two hours later I was breathing hard, droplets of sweat ran down my temples and stung my eyes. Each muscle was aching and quivering from fatigue. Sam on the other hand looked exhilarated.

"C'mon you have to keep up!" He smiled jogging ahead of me back to the bunker. He had decided that I had to build up endurance and stamina first and so the several mile run around the perimeter of the bunker ensued.

"Please, break…can't breath." I gasped letting myself bend over at the waist my hands resting on my knees.

He circled back around and gave me a few sharp pats on the back knocking the wind out of my lungs. "You'll be fine."

"You're an animal." I groaned and he laughed.

"C'mon, we're almost back." He urged me. I let out a pitiful moan. "And as a reward we can relax and watch Game of Thrones." He finished in a singsongy voice and I lifted my head weakly. Sam was smiling wide, dimples and all and my heart melted a little. Who could deny him of anything with those dimples?

"Okay," I sighed. "I'm coming, but we're walking." I added firmly. "No more of this running nonsense."

Sam chuckled and I fell into place beside him. We walked in companionable silence all the way back. And it felt nice.

And that was how I spent the next month. When I wasn't working out with Sam I was practicing my sharpshooting and other weapons with Dean. Cas, Sam, and Dean each took turns teaching me hand to hand combat and when I wasn't doing that I was working with Kevin on the tablet and any other lore the boys needed when they went on hunts.

And they did go on hunts.

It was always the same when I asked if I could go.

"You're not ready."

I wasn't ready for the vampire nest in Kentucky or the wendigo in Minnesota not even the salt and burn in Jersey. When the boys were off on hunts was when I was loneliest and when I was the most bored. I would spend most of my time with Cas because Kevin got pissy when he was trying to work and I got in the way.

"Hey Cas, what are you up to?"

"Dean showed me this website called 'Netflix'? It's a conglomeration of television programs and films that you can watch when it suits you." He told me cocking his head to the side.

I felt a smile tug at my lips. "You're watching Netflix?"

"No," He frowned. "I'm watching 'House of Cards'. Netflix is just the place that I am watching it on." Cas corrected.

Well, he wasn't wrong…technically.

"It's really very intriguing. The main character seems to know that I am watching him, although he never listens to my advice." Castiel grumbled.

"He can't really see you Cas." I laughed. "It's just a tool that the show uses to help make the people watching feel more involved. That way you root for Underwood to win, no matter how terrible he really is."

Cas frowned at me and then back at the screen, and then back to me. "Interesting." He muttered.

I sensed I wasn't going to get much more out of him while he was in the middle of a binge so I decided to practice my shooting in the firing range. When I got tired of that I went for a run and worked out. And when I had finished that I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling.

Hello

"Hey." I mumbled back. "It's been a while."

You've been busy.

I could feel the smile on it's words.

"Well yeah," I frowned. "What else am I going to do but assimilate? It doesn't seem like I'll ever find my way back. Plus," I sighed. "There's nothing left to go back to."

What about Lucy?

My eyebrows furrowed. "What about her?"

You still don't remember.

I sat up. "Remember what?" I jumped when I felt the feather light touch of fingers against my cheek. Colors flooded my vision and I gasped when I found myself in a foreign room decorated with deep blues and dark mahogany.

"Can you really help me?" A man that looked suspiciously like Robert Downey Jr. asked me. He was wringing his hands nervously and his eyes looked sad and tired.

"No." My mouth moved like I was being controlled by a puppeteer. "But I know someone who can." I saw my face in a mirror and reared back in my mind. I looked like I was thirty or forty years old. I could even see a few wisps of graying hair dusted over my blonde waves.

"Who?" He asked desperately. "How?"

"You need to understand, Alastair, that there will be consequences for what you're about to do. Time travel isn't something that should be taken lightly. And transporting my friend here isn't something that should be taken lightly either. Giving her your magic could have serious side affects." I warned him. I couldn't understand what I was talking about. Who this man was or what I meant by giving 'her' magic.

"I lost everything in the War. So many people lost everything. So many children," He choked. "Dead."

I frowned at him.

"I'll do anything."

"Very well," I conceded. "Do you have a plan?"

Alastair smiled and it looked like his first genuine smile in a long time. "Yes."

I took a deep breath through my nostrils as the colors faded away and I found myself back in my room in the bunker.

"What was that?" I asked trembling. It felt so vivid, so real.

A memory. The voice spoke. You sent Lucy to a universe in which Harry Potter is real,

I snorted loudly and then frowned. "You're kidding right?"

Alastair was a friend, a good one. How could you deny him?

"Harry Potter? Are you serious?" My jaw dropped. "I sent Lucy into Harry Potter?" It was the second most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard in my life. Second only to me finding out I was in Supernatural. And the more I thought about it the less ridiculous it sounded.

"Of course I sent her into freaking Harry Potter." I shook my head in disbelief. I frowned as I thought about what my Harry Potter self said to Alastair.

"She's alright isn't she? In the memory I said stuff about consequences is— is she alright?" Guilt started to pool in my stomach at the thought of harm coming to her. She didn't deserve being dragged away from her life. I only hoped she did it willingly.

The voice didn't say anything and my heart dropped.

"Tell me she's okay." I demanded.

There were complications.

"She isn't dead." I said flatly, she couldn't be. I thought about the nightmare and Lucy's cold eyes staring at me as blood pooled under her chin.

"Monster,"

"You did this."

No, but she will be.

I jumped up and started pacing. "Take me to her." I demanded.

I can't

"What do you mean you can't?" I snapped. "Take me to the Harry Potter world. Show me how to fix it."

That's not how this works

"Then show me how it works!" I snarled.

We'll have to meet in person.

That surprised me. I didn't think the voice was a real person, with a body and stuff. The fact that it was raised a whole new slew of questions especially how in the hell it was communicating with me and why.

"Okay. When?" I nodded.

It can't be here. The bunker is warded against me. I can only be invited in and I don't want to be. Those Winchesters are more trouble than they're worth.

I bit my lip. "I'll try to go on a hunt. Maybe meet up with you while they're busy killing whatever. They won't let me go to the actual showdown."

Very well.

"When will I be ready?" I asked one day frustration leaking into my voice. I had tried everything to convince the boys but it wasn't working. I didn't know what I was going to do. Lucy was in trouble and I couldn't help her.

"When I say you are." Dean snapped back. I gritted my teeth and held back the slew of curses I wanted to hurl at him. Dean drove me absolutely insane sometimes. I got on fine with Sam and the others, but Dean? Dean knew exactly what buttons to push to drive me up the freaking wall. He was always so superior and condescending.

"I can take care of myself, Dean." I gritted out. Sam shook his head sensing another screaming match on the horizon.

"You really can't." Dean scoffed. "You've only been training a month. Sam and I have been hunting for years, kid."

"I'm not a kid." I bit out defiantly. "I stopped being a kid when I found the only person that ever cared about me dead in my house."

The room became heavy with loaded silence as the truth of my comment hit home. My eyes stung but I absolutely refused to shed anymore tears, to show any more signs of weakness. My face remained stony and unaffected.

"Besides," I continued. "I know about this hunt. It was on the show." I knew the second that I heard Enid Oklahoma and 'dude was a human pretzel' that this was my chance.

The boys looked at me surprised almost as if they had forgotten I knew about the 'future'. Sam bit his lip and Dean shot him a 'you've got to be kidding me' look when he saw Sam's resolve faltering.

Dean rolled his eyes with exasperation. "Fine, you can come along."

My heart leapt in my chest. "Really?" I hadn't expected Dean to give in.

"Just make sure you don't get in the way all right?" He said before turning towards the kitchen for a beer.

Sam crossed his arms and gave me a small smile. "That's 'Dean' for don't get hurt."

"What happened to him Sam?" I frowned. "He wasn't like this before. He wasn't supposed to be this…volatile."

Sam shrugged. "He's always had a lot on his shoulders, Aves. We both have."

"I dunno, I just thought he'd be different. On the show," I smiled a little. "He was the more carefree one and you were the one with the stick up his ass."

"Hey!" Sam shoved me and I almost toppled over. The guy always seemed to forget that he was several times larger and stronger than me.

I laughed at him the smile not quiet reaching my eyes and Sam sighed a little sadly. "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure why he's been so explosive. I think that maybe, after everything that happened with you," Sam swallowed his eyebrows pinching together. "It brought back some memories of things he's not proud of. And with the angels convincing all those poor saps to say yes. He feels like he has to save the world; from heaven, from hell."

"I'm sorry my being here did this." I said softly. If I wasn't this— this thing, Dean would have never felt like I was a threat to his only family. The only stable thing in his life that he could always rely on, he wouldn't be haunted by his mistakes in hell. And Lucy wouldn't be wherever she is.

Sam frowned at me. "Don't be sorry for things you can't control and aren't your fault. If anything, it's good that you're here. Dean might not show it but…he cares for you."

I laughed.

"No really. I'm not kidding." Sam told me. "Do you think Dean would train you half as hard as he does if he didn't care? Why do you think he doesn't want you to come along? Why we don't want you to come along?"

My eyebrows furrowed.

Sam shrugged. "Just think on that the next time you jump to conclusions about Dean." Sam followed his brother out and I was left rethinking everything Dean had done in the past month. Seeing it in a new light.

The moments that could almost be called tender the we shared after the witch attacked me and after my nightmare. Maybe Dean did care.

Well, he had a really funny way of showing it.

P/n There it is! We've got some more crossover action going on next chapter too and I'll be working on the companion chapter for Life Is No Fairy Tale so fans of that will see Avery make an appearance soon. I'm really very excited where i'm going with this. I've been planning for this ever since I started my Harry Potter fic and it's all about to start coming together. Both chapters might take longer to come out but it will be totally worth it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. You guys rock. And for all of you who don't know, if you leave a review you get a sneak peek of the next chapter! So review. Also starting on the 22 of July I am accepting requests for one-shots about any of my current fics for my birthday. You can send me your idea and i'll write it for you! And if your idea is good enough i'll incorporate it into the fic and give you co-creator credit for that(Those) chapter(s)! PM me with your idea or any questions you may have! Can't wait to see what you guys come up with! Until next time.