A/N I feel like I'm always apologizing for being late which sucks. I know how much I hate long waits between chapters and here I am...putting long waits between chapters. I don't even want to talk about my Harry Potter fic. I think I'm on month five without posting a new chapter for that one. It's a wonder so many of you stay and read this story, it's just a testament to how absolutely incredible you all are. Thank you so much for your continued support and enthusiasm. I hope that the finished product is worth the wait. Unfortunately I got carried away with character development and trying to further Dean and Avery's relationship so the crossover won't be until next chapter. Or at the very least the beginning of the crossover. Again I hope you guys all enjoy what I've created. Remember if you leave a review you will get a sneak peek of the next chapter before I post it. I also just love reading what you guys have to say but remember that criticism is so much better then a "Great job! can't wait for the next chapter" because although those are super flattering they don't help me improve my writing or fix any mistakes I've made. If you don't like something TELL ME. I will do my very best to improve it. That way everyone wins. Y'all get a better story and my craft and technique improves. Okay i'm done talking your ears off. Enjoy!

Ch. 8

I Hate to Love You But Love to Hate You

"Love and hate are such powerful emotions that sometimes you can't tell the difference between the two." -Anonymous

Dean glanced up at his rear view mirror for the fifth time in last hour to check on Avery who was out cold in the backseat breathing softly. She had fallen asleep at around hour two of the trip. She had kicked off her boots before putting up her feet against the impala's door and leaning against the opposite window, her arms crossed around her waist.

"What do you keep looking at?" Sam asked him after his sixth glance.

"Nothing." Dean grumbled. Sam quirked a skeptical brow before giving a short laugh.

"She's fine, you know? You don't have to worry."

Dean's jaw tensed under his stubbled skin. "She's been having nightmares, okay. I just wanted to make sure…"

Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "Nightmares? About what?"

"She never told me." Dean answered. Sam looked over his shoulder at the resting girl and frowned.

She shifted slightly and her head lolled onto her shoulder, her blonde hair cascading over her face gently. She looked very peaceful contrary to Dean's concern. In fact, it was the most relaxed Sam had ever seen Avery, She was usually tense and skittish. Not as much as she was when she first arrived but still to some degree. Especially whenever Dean was around.

"Whatever she hasn't had a nightmare in a while, or at least I don't think she has." Dean continued.

"You should ask her about it." Sam insisted and Dean looked at him like he had grown another head.

"Me?" He asked as if to make sure he had heard correctly. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Yes, you. You're the one that knows about her nightmares. You're the one she's opened up to about this. You should be the one to follow up and make sure she's okay." Sam told him. Sometimes Sam wondered if his brother was really that obtuse or if he feigned it to get out of potentially uncomfortable situations.

"Listen, Sam, you know me. I'm no good at this—" Dean gestured to the empty space around him in search of the right words. "—touchy feely crap. You on the other hand." He looked at his brother pointedly. "You flash her your puppy dog eyes, give her a shoulder to cry on, and she'll be right as rain in no time."

Sam shot his brother an annoyed look.

"And," Dean continued. "You and her are best buds. We can't even be in the same room without arguing. How the hell would I be any help?"

Sam stared at the open road as it flashed past him before looking at his brother again. "You have to be the one to bring it up Dean. You're the one who found her and if she hasn't told me about the nightmares she won't want to talk to me about them. She probably never even wanted me to know."

Dean sighed heavily. "Fine, fine."

Avery woke up several hours later her wavy blonde hair mussed and tangled with sleep. The second Dean noticed her waking up, he slipped in a Led Zeppelin cassette tape and started playing it quietly to fill the silence. He hadn't even realized that he'd kept the volume low to help Avery make the transition from sleep to consciousness less jarring.

And he was pleasantly surprised when Avery smiled and said, "I love this song."

"You know Led Zeppelin?" Dean asked. 'Going to California' wasn't a song that the casual rock fan knew. Avery didn't come off as the type that would listen to all of Zeppelin IV. She looked like the type that would know the chorus of 'Stairway to Heaven' and maybe recognize a few guitar riffs here and there from some other classic rock bands, but mostly listen to whiny soft rock and Coldplay.

"Of course." She rolled her eyes. "I mean, I never learned the words to this song but I love the tune, you know?" She told him before humming softly along to the song.

He didn't know, but he nodded anyway. Dean wasn't accustomed to listening to music frequently enough to learn the melody but not enough to learn the words. But seeing as he listened to the same music over and over again for almost twenty years now might have contributed to that.

Dean grew more and more surprised every time a new song began to play and every time she recognized it and hummed or even sang quietly to herself. He had to strain to hear her over the music but it was there. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride and camaraderie. Sam knew the songs because he couldn't not know them even if he wanted to. And Sam was never into classic rock like he was. But this girl. This punk ass kid who was fifteen years old not a month and a half ago was actually into music at least three times her age.

"I don't get it." Dean finally said and Avery looked up from her book in surprise. "How did you get into classic rock? Did your daddy listen to it or something?"

Avery's features darkened for a moment before she schooled them into neutral blankness. "My daddy wasn't around long enough to get me into anything."

Dean suddenly felt very stupid and intrusive. "Uh—sorry."

"Don't be." She said quickly flashing him a tight smile. "S'not your fault my dad's an ass. And to answer your question about the music," She continued quickly changing the subject to less touchy topics. "I don't really know how I recognize all these songs. I never really listened to the kind of music or at least I don't have any memory of listening to it."

Sam and Dean looked at each other as the girl's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" Sam asked.

She looked at the pair. "Well as you know my mother tampered with my memory…"

They both nodded though Dean felt a little stupid again because he had completely forgotten that fact all together.

"So who knows, maybe another facet of me was actually around or is around at the time that these songs are really popular." Avery shrugged.

"Are you any closer to reversing whatever your mom did to block all of that?" Sam asked but Avery shook her head hesitantly before stopping.

"Some…stuff is getting back but…" She looked like she was struggling to understand what exactly she was trying to say. "It's strange and complicated. To tell you the truth, I'm not really sure how—it's like if I remember something, I'm not aware that i'm remembering it, you know? It's like it was always there. Sort of like the songs just now. I hadn't even realized I'd never heard them before till Dean brought it up."

"Huh," Sam said. "That's—"

"Freaky." Dean cut in and Sam smacked him. "Dude!" Dean hissed angrily but Avery didn't seem to be paying attention any longer. She was deep in thought. Avery was tense and worried about meeting him—her companion— in person. She had always trusted him before when he was in her head but something about meeting him in person put her on edge. She still had so many questions about her alternate self and the decision that self had made to send in her good family friend into a fantasy world. One that she may very well die in. Not to mention all the questions she had about who he was and how to fix her memory problems.

Avery felt vulnerable and exposed with her lack of knowledge. She felt like she had been blinded, hobbled with ignorance and she hated it.

"How long until we get to Enid?" Avery asked.

"Seven hours." Dean estimated. "Six if we shag ass but we'll probably stop for the night before we get there."

Avery nodded and turned back to her book which she had found in the Men of Letters library. It was on the legends of the battle in heaven during the fall of Lucifer and the book of Genesis. She had been researching all she could on the Mark of Cain and anything she could find about the angels the guarded Eden. Her knowledge of the future went only so far so she wanted to make the most of it while she could. Maybe get ahead of the game before it caught up with her and inevitably steamrolled her.

She had this pit in her stomach that the Mark of Cain would be much more than Dean bargained for. That it would have consequences that neither her nor the brothers would have ever imagined and she prayed that she could find another solution for the Abbadon problem before Dean ever had a chance to take the mark.

Dean glanced up at the rearview mirror for what he promised himself would be the last time to check on Avery.

They stopped around one in the morning at some ratty motel just a couple of miles from town. Dean had insisted on driving all the way without stopping so they were all cranky and tired of being cooped up all day with each other.

Avery got out of the impala and stretched out the kinks in her back from being hunched over a book for seven hours. Sam was sorting through the trunk of the Impala while Dean was getting them a room.

"How do you guys do this every day?" She asked Sam who looked at her slightly confused. He didn't quite understand what she meant.

"Drive," Avery clarified "For several hours. Non-stop."

Sam shrugged. "I don't know, you get used to it, I guess."

Dean pushed open the door to the lobby sullenly before making his way towards them. "All right, good news, we got the last room. Bad news, only two twins and no sofa."

"Well shit." Sam sighed. Avery glanced at the brothers guiltily. This wouldn't have been a problem if she wasn't on the hunt with them.

"I'll take the floor." Dean said.

"No," Sam cut in. "Don't worry about it. I'll take the floor."

"C'mon Sammy—" Dean rolled his eyes.

"Enough." Avery said. "I'll take the floor. I'm the third wheel, it only makes sense that I take the floor."

"You can't sleep on the floor." Dean told her like she was an idiot for even suggesting otherwise. "You're a girl. How much of a dick would I be if I let you sleep on the floor?"

"You're not a third wheel." Sam insisted confused that she even thought that way.

"Well fine!" Avery said throwing her hands up in exasperation. "Two of us will just have to share, then. Because I won't let either of you sleep on the freaking floor and neither of you will let me sleep on the floor." She crossed her arms and the brothers looked at each other before shrugging and then putting their fists in their palms.

"Rock paper scissors." Avery asked bemused. "Really?" Dean cocked an eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes before holding out her own fist. "You two are children."

"All right, losers share a bed." Dean said shooting a glance at the pair. The three nodded and then—

"1, 2, 3, shoot!"

Sam and Avery both drew rock and Dean drew scissors. Avery had to muffle a snort and Dean shot her a murderous glare.

"All right, you and me Aves." Sam said.

"1, 2, 3, shoot!"

Avery's heart plummeted as Sam snipped her 'paper' with his fingers. Her smug smile had fallen by the time she looked at Dean who had a defeated slash grumpy look on his face.

Sam on the other hand couldn't have looked more pleased. "Ha! I win!"

"Yeah yeah yeah. You don't have to rub it in." Avery crossed her arms sullenly if not a little petulantly. She was not looking forward to having to share a bed with Dean. There were to many potential fights that could come out of this that she really did not want to have to deal with. Avery wished she'd taken out Sam initially knowing that he would have chosen rock to beat his brother's scissors. Then take out Dean knowing that he would always choose scissors. That way the two brothers would have to share or she could at the very least share a bed with Sam. That would have been a hell of a lot less awkward.

"Okay, I'm going to get food. You two want anything?" Sam asked.

"I'll go with you." Avery said quickly but Sam shook his head. "Nah it's okay. I got this, you two unpack. I'll be back soon."

"Get me pie!" Dean said over his shoulder as he started pulling out his weapons from the duffel bag.

"Avery?" Sam asked pointedly ignoring her please-let-me-go-with-you eyes.

"I'm good." She managed weakly before Sam left and she was alone in the room with Dean. Avery licked her suddenly dry lips while Dean completely ignored the fact that the were alone together. Avery and Dean were never alone together. Not if either of them could help it. So why was Dean being so nonchalant now? What had changed?

"So…" Dean started not turning away from his task. "Anymore…you know…"

Avery stood awkwardly by Sam's bed, her arms stiff at her sides. "What?"

Dean looked over his shoulder at her and cleared his throat before turning away again. "You know…nightmares."

It suddenly all made sense to Avery. Why Sam had left her alone with Dean so abruptly and why Dean was cool with it. It was an ambush.

"No." Avery lied.

Dean turned around finally facing her completely. He could feel that she was lying, he saw it on her face.

"Have I told you that you're a terrible liar?" He asked leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms.

Avery had to bite back a guilty grimace. "You might have mentioned it."

Dean looked at her for a moment. His eyes touching every inch of her face trying to read what she was thinking before starting again. "You know, it's okay if you tell me. I get that you don't want to but— uh…" Dean trailed off again looking uncomfortable. "If you need to talk…I'm here."

Avery stood there her eyes wide with astonishment. What had brought this on? This very decidedly un-Dean thing. He was reaching out to her emotionally? Why? Dean hated talking about his feelings or other peoples feelings. In fact, he tried to avoid them at any cost so why was he reaching out now? And to what might as well be a complete stranger.

"Stop looking at me like that." He growled looking very embarrassed with himself. Dean knew this was a bad idea. Not to mention he hated the yucky feeling he got whenever he tried to talk about feelings.

"Sorry," Avery flushed looking equally as embarrassed "But—uh—thank's for the concern. I'll…keep it in mind."

Dean nodded slowly. "Okay."

Avery bit her lip. "Okay."

They stood there silently, awkwardly for a moment before Avery stood up, needing to get out from under Dean's burning gaze. "I'm gonna go take a shower." She said much to loudly.

"Yeah okay…you go…do that." Dean said as Avery rushed into the bathroom her duffel over her shoulder.

The minute the door closed Avery and Dean both pinched the bridge of their noses before scolding themselves quietly.

"Stupid."

Sam returned ten minutes later with Chinese food from a twenty-four hour place down the block. Dean complained about the lack of pie and Sam bit back that no place was going to be open at two in the morning with pie. They ate quietly. Well Dean and Avery ate quietly while Sam tried to get a conversation going.

But every attempt at small talk was shot down with quick, short answers. Sam regretted for a moment leaving Avery and Dean together. He thought that maybe they would bond over Avery's nightmares but it seemed like their relationship had gotten more… different. No longer antagonistic, but strained. If anything they were more uncomfortable now than before when they were at each others throat.

"So what kind of music do you listen to." Dean said abruptly.

Both Avery and Sam were caught off guard by the seemingly out of left field question.

"What?" Avery asked.

Dean chewed on his lip before taking another drink of his beer. "Well, back in the car you said that you didn't really listen to classic rock so…I'm curious. What music do you listen to?"

Avery looked at Dean completely and utterly baffled but answered anyway. "Um well I like Coldplay—"

Dean snorted loudly and Avery shot him an annoyed look. "What you got something against Coldplay?"

Dean fought valiantly to keep the smile off his face but literally couldn't help himself. "It's not that it's just…you give off a Coldplay vibe."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Avery asked her anger spiking.

"Nothing," Dean insisted shit-eating-grin still firmly in place. "What else do you listen to?"

Avery glanced at him warily like she was expecting him to keep picking on her no matter what she said.

Dean rolled his eyes at her hesitation, easily reading why she didn't want to answer. "I won't laugh again, I promise."

Avery looked at him and sighed, relenting to the part of Dean that could be really charming when he wanted to be. "I like jazz, you know, old music from the 50s and 60s. Frank Sinatra and all them." She said quietly waiting for more verbal abuse. "I like the 20s too. Swing."

Dean nodded thoughtfully. "Awesome. Not really my taste but—"

Avery scoffed and Dean frowned at her. "What?"

"How can you know if it's 'your taste' if you haven't even listened to it before?" Avery asked pointedly.

Sam watched silently as the other two continued to argue over music genres and having the ability to perceive its worth without having to listen to it with growing astonishment and curiosity. It was incredible how the two had gone from severely uncomfortable to playful teasing to fighting and back again in the span of a couple of seconds. Sam had decided in that moment that there was something else growing between his brother and Avery. They might not have realized it yet but it was there. Sam wasn't quite sure what it was but he was going to make sure and cultivate it.

Avery's eyes opened and she realized that the blank featureless room she was in was strange. This wasn't right. Was all she could think. Suddenly, from out of the far left corner, her mother walked forward looking peaceful and whole. No ugly gash in her chest or blood running down her temple. No tears through her palms or feet from where she was nailed to the ceiling. She looked alive and happy.

"Mom?" Avery asked brokenly, scared to hope that this was her mother. Alive and well.

"Oh, sweetheart." She said disappointment washing over her face. "You failed me."

"W—what? Mom." Avery whispered horrified. Her mother walked forward and placed her palm against Avery's cheek. Avery melted into her mother's warm hand not realizing until that moment how touch starved she was. "You did this to me. You led them right to me and now…now I'm dead."

"No Mom, please." Avery begged tears rolling down her face as her mother pulled away and turned her back to her. "I didn't know—"

"Don't you see?" Her mother asked softly still facing away. "It's your fault I'm dead."

Behind her Lucy walked up flickering from an adult to a young girl of about eleven years old.

"You sent me there against my will." Lucy accused her voice jumping from that of a twenty-two year old to a girlish soprano. "Now I'm dying. And it's all your fault."

Avery's father joined the group, his blonde hair mussed like it had always been and his cobalt eyes shining. "You drove me away." He shook his head. "It's all your fault."

Dean looked up from Sam's laptop startled when he heard the softest saddest "No." come from the tiny blanket covered lump that was Avery. Sam and Avery had both fallen asleep an hour ago but Dean couldn't seem to find sleep no matter how hard he tried so he ended up stealing Sam's laptop and doing more research on shamanistic animal magic.

There was another quiet cry of despair and Dean stood up carefully. No wonder Dean hadn't heard Avery have a nightmare in so long. She didn't scream and thrash like she did the time he caught her. She cried quietly and desperately, begging whoever was tormenting her in her dream to stop.

Dean burned with curiosity. He wanted to know what she was dreaming about so bad it almost hurt. Avery had tears running down her cheeks, her eyes closed tightly. She looked absolutely heartbroken and Dean felt a twinge of pity before shaking her arm gently.

Her eyes flew open and she shot up looking confused and disoriented.

"You were having a nightmare." Dean said gruffly. Avery tore her eyes from him shame washing over her face. She wiped away her tears hastily not wanting him to see her so vulnerable.

"Sorry."

Dean frowned at her. "Why are you apologizing?"

Avery looked up at him warily before shaking her head. Dean watched as she started putting up her defenses. He knew that if he was going to get any answers he had to ask now.

"What was your nightmare about?" Dean pressed. Avery bit her lip and looked like she was having a very hard time forming words before she sighed quietly and answered.

"It's different but the same each time. The people I love, the people I'm close to…" Avery looked pained. "They tell me it's my fault."

Dean sat down next to her carefully, not wanting to scare her off when he was finally making some progress with her. "What's your fault?"

Avery's jaw worked under her smooth unblemished skin. "That my mom is…gone, that my Dad walked out on us, that my friend is… abandoned, and—" Avery glanced at Dean before licking her lips nervously. "Other stuff."

"None of that is your fault." Dean insisted immediately despite not knowing anything about what she was really talking about.

"Isn't it Dean?" She asked softly. "A lot of things wouldn't have happened, a lot of bad things wouldn't have happened if not for me."

Dean stared at her, not quite knowing what to say. He understood the feeling and it didn't seem fair to try to tell her otherwise when the same could be said for him. A lot of terrible things wouldn't have happened if not for him. "It's just a dream Avery." He finally said. Avery nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I know."

Avery didn't want to move. She felt like the entire weight of the world was resting on her chest. She curled up into a ball and hugged the sheets towards her, clutching onto anything mildly comforting. Dean watched her, quietly hesitating for a moment before getting up, sitting on his side of the bed, kicking his shoes off and laying down.

The two automatically moved as far away from each other as they could not wanting to disturb each other before falling asleep.

Dean woke up slowly enjoying the comfortable warmth of the girl in his arms and couldn't help but grin a little in triumph. He'd been here many times before. He didn't remember what the girl's name was, then again he rarely did. But something bothered him in his sleep addled state. He not only couldn't remember her name, he didn't even remember coming home with a girl at all which begged the question: Who the hell was in his arms? Dean stiffened and quickly glanced down at the blonde cascades of wavy hair draped across his chest belonging to the only other female in his life at the moment.

Avery.

He could feel the tiny puffs of her warm breath against him. Her head rested on his chest and her arm was draped across his abdomen clutching tightly to his t-shirt.

How had this happened? He remembered that last night they had both slept on the farthest edges of the bed so there would be no dream of contact occurring and yet several sleep hours later they were both wrapped in each others arms. Then again, the bed they were sleeping on was tiny.

Dean slowly, carefully began to try and pull away from her without waking her up. This was one awkward conversation he did not want to have. He gently pried her fingers from his t-shirt and pulled his entire body away slowly, cringing every time she shifted on top off him.

Sam woke up with a yawn and rolled over, his hair flopped out over his pillow. He smacked his lips sleepily and looked confused for a moment before giving an amused chuckle at the sight of his brother trying to extricate himself from Avery's sleep induced cuddle. Dean glared at him and mouthed "Not a word" Before pulling away from her completely. Thankfully she didn't wake up but she did steal Dean's pillow and cuddled with it instead.

Dean scrubbed his face. This was very not good. He hated how good it felt to be held like that. Like he could be trusted. Like someone wanted him to protect them. Like someone wanted him. It felt safe and warm and it was something he didn't even know he was craving. Dean felt like he hadn't had any real affection in so long and to have suddenly had it? It felt strange, like his stomach was twisted all in knots because he knew it was nothing, an accident, a fluke.

It's not that Dean wanted affection from her, from Avery. Far from it. But he was so starved for that warmth, that safety that he honestly didn't care where it came from.

Sam swung his gigantic legs over the side of the bed and watched his brother pacing the room nervously. Sam's hair stuck up at odd angles and Dean, looking to pick a fight because of how off he was feeling, snapped at his brother.

"You need to get a friggin' haircut, Rapunzel. You look ridiculous."

Sam laughed in disbelief. Dean must have really been freaked out by whatever had gone down between him and Avery if he was itching to fight over something as stupid as Sam's hair.

"Why has this got your panties in such a twist, Dean?" Sam asked his brother.

"Because your hair is way too long and it bothers me." Dean snapped.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Not my hair, you idiot, Avery." At the sound of her name Avery stirred a little and Dean froze in panic before Avery rolled over and continued sleeping.

Dean glanced back at his brother who had cocked a surprised brow at Dean's reaction.

"Dude, it was an accident. Why is this such a big deal for you?" Sam asked. "You bring girls back to the motel all the time."

"Yeah," Dean snapped. "But I don't stay to cuddle after and I sure as hell don't want to sleep with Avery."

Dean ran his fingers through his hair agitatedly. "As if it wasn't awkward enough. This had to happen."

"What had to happen?" A voice asked groggily. Avery pushed herself up on her elbows and frowned at the brothers through sleepy eyes.

"Nothing." Dean snapped. Avery drew back slightly, as if she'd been slapped, at Dean's harsh tone before quickly casting her gaze down.

"Fine. Sorry." She mumbled and Dean grimaced internally. But of course instead of swallowing his pride and apologizing he scratched the back of his head and disappeared into the tiny bathroom to take a shower.

Avery watched him leave out of the corner of her eye feeling jarred by Dean's hostility. She didn't know what she could have done that had made him so angry. And she had thought that maybe they were getting along better.

Sam sighed tiredly and Avery shot him a confused look.

"Nothing." Sam shook his head but it sounded very much like something despite that. Avery grew angry for a moment, she hated being left out and that was exactly what was happening. For some reason or another, the brothers were hiding something from her and it bothered her tremendously. Especially when it seemed to concern her directly.

The rest of the morning passed in stony silence as the trio got ready for the day. When they finally were all ready and they couldn't avoid speaking to each other any longer they sat down and got to business.

"Okay," Avery said brittlely, pinching her eyes together, her hands resting on her temples. "If I remember correctly, you guys get a potion recipe from Kevin that allows you to talk to animals so that you can interrogate a dog who witnessed the first murder."

Dean cocked a skeptical brow but Avery continued. "The guy that killed the victim is a chef at a local restaurant, I can't remember his name, but he was using shaman magic to heal his cancer. He got addicted to the power and kept stealing animal parts but I guess the victim got in the way? Or maybe he caught the chef guy in the act so he killed him."

"So he's just a human with animal abilities?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Avery nodded opening her eyes.

"So we could just shoot him. We don't need any special weapons." Dean nodded looking pleased that the hunt would be an easy one. Sam was still healing and he didn't want any stress to make him worse.

"Well…" Avery trailed off uncertainly. Dean crossed his arms and frowned.

"What?"

"I'm not so sure." She sat down hesitantly as Dean started to crowd her angrily. "Last time, you took the potion and you set the dogs from the pound on the chef."

"Okay…why does that mean we can't just shoot him?" Dean asked.

"When you killed him he had properties of a wolf, but say you try to kill him while he has the regenerative properties of some other animal and heals before you can kill him and he kills you?" Avery asked.

Sam nodded. "The only way we would know for sure that he isn't on anything that could protect him would be to trigger the events that make him use the wolf magic."

Avery shot Dean a nervous look unconsciously and his eyes narrowed. She realized her mistake and quickly turned away. If Sam and Dean triggered the same events then Sam would get attacked and then healed by Gadreel thus ensuring that he would be weakened and stuck inside Sam longer.

"So what, we drink the potion, get the dog, and then have us a Michael Vick showdown?" Dean asked.

Avery nodded quietly still avoiding Dean's eyes. "All right," Sam nodded. I'll call Kevin."

After Sam got the ingredients and instructions for the spell, Sam and Dean started getting ready to leave to pick up the Colonel from the pound and find the ingredients.

"I think it's best if I stay behind." Avery said suddenly, seeing her opportunity to be alone and contact the voice.

"What?" Dean said sharply. "Why? You've been bitching about going on a hunt for a month."

"Yeah well," Avery started, scrambling for an excuse. "I don't have any FBI credentials or clothes. I couldn't pass off as one of them not to mention it's weird for more than two agents on a case. It would just get in the way."

Sam and Dean didn't look convinced in the slightest so Avery drew the ace up her sleeve. She forced a blush to her cheeks and focused on her feet like they were lost treasures from Atlantis.

"I'm having some…lady issues."

Sam and Dean both paled. "No— yeah— sure." Sam said quickly.

"You take all the time you need." Dean tacked on weakly not getting out of the room fast enough. Sam realized he'd been abandoned and quickly followed after his retreating brother as if she had just told them that she had the bubonic plague.

Avery smiled triumphantly as the door closed behind him. Sometimes being a girl rocked.

P/N SO next chapter we have some big things lined up. The crossover (the beginning), we get to meet the owner of the voice, and we may have some more Avery/Dean fluff...or angst...muhahaha. But really i'm so excited for what's to come. Thank you all for reading this far. Remember leave a review and you get a sneak peek of the next chapter and my undying gratitude. Try to write some constructive criticism! Is avery believable? What don't or do you like about her or the way i've written any of the other characters. Does the story have a good flow? Let me know what you think! Thank you and until next time,

Love always,

Lucy