A/N So everyone that reviewed got a little potential Davery moment. I hope y'all enjoyed it. Anyone who reviews on this chapter shall also get that potential Davery moment so...review!

Ch. 21

Together Again

"We should get out of here."

Ally snorted as she finished wiping down tables before the grill reopened at 9 transformed into more of a bar and less of a restaurant. Every third Friday of the month the grill closed early and reopened later in the evening, kitchen closed, tables pushed to the corners, and karaoke with a dance floor for some nice semi wholesome entertainment.

"Sure thing, guy. I'll go pack my bags."

Thomas blocked her when she went to turn and head to the back, "I'm serious. You and me, open road. We could go to New York and see the sights. I don't know. I've got money saved up. I've always wanted to take you to Paris."

Ally stopped, "You've always wanted to take me to Paris? Those whole three months you've known me?"

Tom shrugged, "Why not? It's not like either of us have anything going on, let alone here."

Ally stared at him, "I can't leave with you. I've got a life here, friends, a job."

He failed to suppress a smirk, "What friends? Laura? You barely talk to her. Jeff, Erica? They just give you a paycheck every week. You don't really give a shit about any of them. Don't tell me you've never thought of leaving."

Ally clenched her jaw and pushed past him to wipe down another table. Thomas was gonna force her hand, wasn't he? She had been hoping for an Irish Exit so that she could avoid any awkwardness, but he wasn't gonna let her get away with that.

"I'll talk to you later. I've got work to do."

Tom's face fell, "Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

"Tom," She stopped him before smiling tightly, "I'll call you tomorrow and we can talk about this more, okay?" She kissed him quickly. "Girl's night, remember?"

Tom, by all appearances, acquiesced and left Ally to finish her work in peace. When he left the restaurant, Sadie was waiting outside leaning against a lamppost and smiling like the cat that caught the canary.

"She said no, didn't she?"

"No."

Sadie looked mildly surprised, "No? But she didn't say yes."

Tom didn't answer and Sadie laughed, "I mean, I could tell you I told you so but—"

"Shut it," Tom hissed.

Sadie clucked her tongue and pouted, "Aww, did poor Tommy not get what he wanted?"

Tom ignored her and kept walking away. He didn't know what he was going to do. If he couldn't convince Avery to come by her own volition, he'd have to take her, but that meant undoing all of the work he'd done to get her to trust him. There would be no more do-overs. He couldn't just erase her memories all over again. Death wouldn't help him twice. His only comfort was that if he couldn't get her to leave, the Winchesters sure as hell wouldn't be able to either. Then again, they would have no qualms taking her by force.

Shit

"It's time to let go, Tommy boy. Find yourself a new girl. Preferably, someone you haven't hoodwinked. Consent is everything, you know."

"It's not like that!"

Sadie rolled her eyes, "Save it for the ethics committee. The fact of the matter is, she isn't leaving with you and if you try to take her, she isn't gonna look at you with half as much favor as she does now." Sadie paused thoughtfully, "Then again, there's not that much favor there to begin with so—"

"What are you still doing here?" Tom asked as they neared his apartment. "You warned me about the Winchesters and scolded me about Avery, fine. Now what? What's your game plan?"

Sadie crossed her arms, "Has it ever occurred to you that if the Winchesters were able to find their way here, then maybe someone else might be able to find her too?"

Tom paled, "Abaddon?"

Sadie shrugged, "Maybe. Maybe not. Who's to say?"

Tom grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, "Damn't Sadie, if that psycho is on her way here I need to know!"

Sadie's eyes flashed blue and Slater pulled his hands away as if he'd been burned.

"It might be in your best interest to go out and inquire if the Queen is on her way, maybe you can divert her long enough so that you can persuade our little bird to leave the nest?" Sadie said coldly.

Tom felt caught. If he left that meant that the Winchesters might have time to grab Avery and go but if he stayed and Abaddon descended on the town with her armies, they'd all die.

Shit!

"I fucking hate you sometimes," Thomas hissed before disappearing in a flutter.

Sadie smirked, a tinge of sadness weighing down her lips, "Love you too, big guy."

The bar was unimaginably crowded. It seemed like every other townsperson had come out to drink that night. The two bartenders were running back and forth filling orders and making cocktails while hordes of patrons called for their attention. A drunk brunette woman was giving a reedy rendition of Amy Winehouse's Rehab.

Sam and Dean battled their way slowly through the crowd while keeping their eyes peeled for Avery. With a look at his brother, Dean went one way and Sam went the other to try and find her more quickly. Dean headed to the bar and Sam systemically wove through the crowd.

When Dean arrived at the bar, he managed to get one of the bartenders' attention and ordered a whiskey.

"Any preference?" The bartender asked.

Dean shook his head and half yelled, "Whatever's cheapest!"

The bartender obliged and Dean sipped his drink knowing that it would be a while before he could get a refill.

"Hey, Jim! Do your girl a favor and get me a sex on the beach? Thanks, babe!"

Dean almost choked on his drink before spinning to look at the blonde that was at his elbow.

"Avery!"

Avery didn't turn to look at him. In fact, she didn't even seem to realize that he was there.

"Avery!" He yelled thinking that she might not have heard him. Again, she didn't acknowledge him. Finally, he reached out and grabbed her elbow.

Avery turned to him in surprise and glanced at his hand, "Excuse me?"

"Avery?" Dean repeated for the third time hesitantly.

Avery looked around before turning back to him, "I'm sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else…"

Dean released her slowly before shaking his head, "Sorry, you look a lot like a friend of mine."

She smiled at him and his heart clenched, "No reason why we can't be friends now. You here with anyone?"

Holy crap, this Avery doppelgänger thought he was trying to pick her up, "My brother." Dean answered unthinkingly. What the hell was going on?

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Dean."

Avery held out her hand and he shook it. He glanced at her neck and saw the faintest scarred outline of a hand.

"I'm Ally; my friends are over there if you wanna join us?"

This was Avery. It had to be. That scar… there was no way this wasn't Avery. What the hell is going on, Dean thought.

Dean nodded numbly but remembered to smile the most disarmingly charming smile he could muster. Avery, Ally smiled back and led him over to the karaoke machine after she'd collected her drink. She didn't pay the bartender but he didn't seem to mind.

"Well well well, who's this?" Ally's friend asked.

"This is Dean," She smirked. "Dean this is Laura. Laura, Dean."

"Hiya Dean. You got a friend?"

"Brother," Ally answered for him and the other woman giggled.

"Where is this brother?"

Dean turned and spotted his brother towering over everyone else. He raised one arm which caught Sam's attention. He made his way over quickly and his eyes widened when he saw who Dean was with.

"Avery!"

Avery—Ally laughed, "I've got to meet this Avery I keep hearing about! I must be a dead ringer."

Sam's eyebrows furrowed and he looked at Dean.

"Ally looks just like our friend. Doesn't she?" Dean's jaw clenched.

Sam's eyes widened again before he shot Ally a smile, not unlike Dean's. Charming but fake. Oh so so so fake.

"Yeah, you really do. Nice to meet you, I'm Sam."

"Well, Sam. You gonna buy us drinks?" Laura asked coquettishly and Avery elbowed her.

"Don't listen to her. We work here, so we drink for free."

Sam smiled that smile again, "No, I'd love to buy you ladies drinks."

Sam shot Dean a look and he suddenly realized what his brother was planning. They were gonna lean into the idea these girls had in their heads and actually woo Avery enough that it wouldn't be unusual to take her home or better yet, have her take him home. This would be much easier if they got her alone and away from her friends who would no doubt kick up a fuss if two men tried to abscond with her.

Dean needed to relax. He was wound up tighter than a two dollar watch and he would bet a million dollars that Avery could tell by the way she kept glancing at him with that slightly confused but still receptive smile. She would give him every chance she got and he couldn't help but wonder why.

So Dean finished his drink in one swallow and did his best to act like the playful womanizer he was meant to be.

"So how does a girl like you find herself in a place like this?" He asked and she smirked.

"How does a girl like me find herself anywhere? I got bored so I decided to see what was out there."

Dean smiled and looked around, "And this is what you found, huh? Usually, when people go out to find themselves and see the world they go, I don't know, to Spain or something. You went to Tennessee."

Avery threw her head back and laughed, "Tennessee is great, but yeah, you're right. Unfortunately, Spain isn't really in the budget. LA, on the other hand," She shrugged and drank more of her sex on the beach, "that's doable."

Dean stiffened, "Oh? Next big adventure then?"

She smiled, "Yeah, I have a friend there I'm planning to visit soon."

"How soon is soon?"

Avery leaned in to whisper conspiratorially in his ear and Dean obliged by moving closer. Her breath tickled his ear and he fought the urge to shrink back.

"Don't tell anyone, but in a couple of weeks. I'm kinda trying to ditch a guy."

Dean felt cold flash up his spine, Slater. "Boyfriend?"

She snorted, "He'd like to think so, but if this is a roundabout way of asking," She smirked and stepped closer so that she could pat his chest with her free hand, "I'm single."

God this was too weird. He'd never seen Avery flirt let alone with him. If she'd known who she was, Avery would be at least three feet away from him, not three inches.

She looked at his empty glass, "More booze?"

"Please."

They made their way to the bar, which had cleared up a bit, and got fresh drinks.

"So what about you?" She asked while ordering a round of shots. "What brings you to the smallest town in all of Tennessee?"

Dean took the shot she'd offered him, threw it back, and answered, "Road trip. My brother and I are trying to hit all fifty states."

Her eyes widened, "Ambitious. How far along are you?"

"39."

"Well, how about that. No job?" She smirked and drank her shot of tequila.

Dean shrugged, "We're freelancers. I'm pretty handy with cars so we find work when we can get it."

"Very western of you," She said and Dean frowned.

"How do you mean?"

She leaned back against the bar with her elbows up against the surface. Her top pulled tight across her breasts and her midriff peeking out. Dean's eyes shot back to her face when he realized he'd been staring. Avery noticed but didn't comment save for the smile that never left her lips.

"Well," She started, "you know those old westerns. Loner type comes into town and stays for a time while helping out the townspeople, some bad guy or guys disturb the peace. Loner scares them out of town and when everything is restored, he moves on."

Dean stared at her.

"Tell me, Dean, who are you looking to chase out of town? Who are you trying to save?"

Dean was rescued from answering when Sam and Laura appeared from the crowd. Sam looked flushed and Laura looked eminently pleased with herself.

"C'mon let's dance!" Laura yanked Avery away from Dean and led her to the dance floor before turning back and waving at the brothers to join them. Sam and Dean looked at each other before wincing and following the girls.

Dean didn't dance. Well, he danced but he didn't dance. So when Avery started dancing around him and swinging his arms and bumping her hips against his in a goofy effort to loosen him up, he laughed and let it happen. As it turned out, Avery didn't dance either. She was as uncoordinated as she was energetic. It reminded him of the Breakfast Club scene when they all dance in the library. It was about letting go and enjoying the moment. Dean was enjoying the moment and that was novel to him. He couldn't remember the last time he genuinely had fun.

Truth be told, every single time Dean really started enjoying himself he remembered that Avery wasn't Avery anymore and the good feeling evaporated. He'd drink some more and forget for a moment and then he'd remember and start the cycle all over again.

It wasn't until the music started to slow to a ballad and Avery held him close as they swayed that it really struck Dean how terribly sad it made him. He wrapped his arms around her and let her head rest on his chest. He literally couldn't be any closer to her then he was now but she felt miles and miles away.

Avery stood on her tippy toes and whispered in his ear, "You wanna get out of here?"

He nodded and the same self-satisfied grin that Laura had earlier after she returned with his brother in tow graced Avery's lips.

They walked to her apartment, hands colliding every other step from standing so closely together. Every once in a while she would glance up at him from under her eyelashes and smile. Dean pretended not to notice and kept his gaze fixed to middle distance. When they got to her stoop, she unlocked her door and waited a moment for him to walk forward before spinning round and kissing him on the lips.

Dean froze with eyes wide when she did this and remembered almost a split second too late that he had to kiss her back to avoid suspicion. He kept it gentle and brief and tried not to grimace with self-hatred when she gave him a pleased and giddy smile. She led them up the stairs and to her door, one hand pulling his all the way through.

A black cat with white patches greeted them at the door and he half listened to her apology for the mess in her home. Dean was too busy drinking it all in to pay attention. She had band posters stuck to her walls with scotch tape and a blue couch covered in thick blankets facing a small TV in her living room. Tucked to one corner was a record player that was collecting dust and books stacked precariously around it.

She shrugged off her jacket and tossed it on the couch before kissing him again and pulling his coat off his shoulders.

"You're a million miles away, Dean." She whispered against his lips.

Dean looked down at her face and noticed, for the first time, a small white scar on the bridge of her nose.

"Where are you?" She asked and he kissed her more forcefully to convince her everything was fine.

Dean didn't want to think about what he was doing. It was wrong. She didn't know any better and kissing her like that felt more perverse than any of the atrocities he'd ever committed.

"Wanna go to my room?" She asked breathlessly and he nodded. When she turned to lead the way he wrapped his arm around his throat and squeezed. Avery immediately started fighting back clawing at his arm and kicking his legs. Her nails tore at his flesh and drew blood. Even now, as she was, Avery was a fighter.

"What are you doing!" She choked out, "Let go! Let go of me!"

"I'm sorry," He said truthfully.

Dean squeezed tighter and cut the supply of blood from her brain. Her fighting became more frantic until she finally started to weaken. When she fell limp in his arms, he waited another several moments until he was sure she was out and then let go. He lowered her to the ground and pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his discarded jacket pocket before snapping them closed on her wrists.

All that was left to do was call Sam and get the hell out of dodge. It wasn't until they were home free that Dean knew the real work would begin. They'd found Avery but now they had to bring her back.

Slater's feet pounded against the pavement hard as he ran from the shouts and snarls of the pack of demons on his tail. He'd met them five miles outside of Kingfield and managed to slay only three of Abaddon's horde before they'd discovered him and gave chase. The Queen herself was nowhere to be found but if her lackeys were here, then there was no doubt that she was close behind.

He had to lead them away but to where? They must've smelled the inter-dimensional grace seeping from their skin. They'd been in Leiper's too long and after Sadie had inserted her self in their party, the scent had only become stronger. They should have moved long ago but Slater had only so much influence in Avery's life. New memories hadn't stripped her of agency, not that he wanted that. But, if he could have convinced her in some way or form to move this might not have happened.

Thomas turned the corner and dashed into an alley before pressing himself against the wall and into the shadows. He needed a moment to breathe. Blood trickled down from his temple and dripped off his chin.

Those damned Winchesters had to have discovered Avery by now. Slater was spread too thin and he knew. He cursed Abaddon. He cursed Sadie. He cursed the Winchesters. He cursed God and sprinted further down the alley and flew away to the outskirts of Franklin, Tennessee. The energy he'd expended to fly would leave an easier trace for the demons to follow. So long as they didn't go to Leiper's it was okay. He could rescue Avery from the Winchesters. He might not be able to rescue Avery from her.

Sadie sat crossed legged in the middle of a bare room with her eyes closed and the shadows of her luminous gold wings splayed against the wall. The lit candle in front of her, the only source of light in the room, flickered in a nonexistent breeze as she inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. The action was so slow that it seemed as if she stopped breathing for minutes at a time.

Did they find her?

"Yes," She exhaled.

I'm sorry, I truly am, that this has to happen.

"Must it?" She asked a single tear rolling down her cheek.

My sweet little sunflower…

A sigh filled the room and Sadie's hair flowed as if suspended in water before sinking slowly back to her shoulders.

"I know, father." Her eyes opened, "I know." Sadie blew out the candle and the light died.

Lights.

Lights were flashing past a rain-soaked window and filled the car for moments at a time. Ally shifted and leather creaked from underneath her. Car. She was in a car. Metal cut into her wrists. Handcuffs.

Dean.

Ally sat up quickly and groaned when her world tilted dizzily.

"You're awake," He said looking at her from the rearview mirror. Sam turned and looked over his shoulder at her.

"Feeling okay?"

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Avery—"

"My name's not Avery!" She shouted, "What the fuck do you want from me? Let me go! Right now you sick fucks!"

She would have gone on yelling but Sam sighed and pulled out a pistol. He trained it on her and her protests died in her throat.

"I'm really sorry about this but when we get to where we're going, we'll explain. I promise."

Tears filled her eyes and a small whine of horror escaped her, "I'm sorry, please. I didn't mean to yell. I'll give you whatever you want, please. I don't have a lot of money a-and my family doesn't either. I won't tell anyone it was you just drop me off anywhere and I'll find my way back just please—"

"Stop begging!" Dean snapped and she fell silent, "Just…stop." He whispered and looked away.

Ally buried her face in her hands and tried to stifle the sobs the bubbled up from her chest. Why did this have to happen to her? For the first time in a very long time, she started praying, begging whatever the hell was out there to spare her, to show her mercy. She wished with all of her heart that someone would find her and save her. She even begged Tom to find her if he could.

What she didn't know was that the second she bent her head down in prayer, people heard her. Tom was the first to hear it and Sadie was a close second. After that, the remainder of the angels tuned in and the demons on Abaddon's payroll that had angel contacts were soon aware. There was a vessel with the Winchesters.

Metatron almost wet himself with excitement. If he could take control of the vessel's body, he could have enormous amounts of power at his fingertips. He was already after the angel tablet but if he had both?

"Unstoppable…"

"Excuse me, sir?" Gadreel cocked his head and Metatron waved his hand at him.

"No nothing, I need you to do me a favor."

Back in hell, Abaddon was channeling her destructive glee at Crowley's throne room. Bits of splintered wood and metal from his throne were scattered on the floor and his tapestries were torn and soaked with the blood of his loyalists.

"My Queen…" One of her demons started hesitantly.

"Gather everyone, find her. She's with the Winchesters and I want her before they disappear again. Am I understood?" She breathed.

The demon paled before bowing and scurrying away. Abaddon bared her teeth with a sick twisted smile. She was so close she could almost taste it. That little cunt was going to get what was coming to her and Abaddon couldn't wait to deliver on the promise she'd made centuries before.

Avery was going to burn and she couldn't wait.

"What is she doing?" Dean asked when he glanced into the rearview mirror and saw Avery hunched over her intertwined hands.

"Are you praying?" Dean yelled and Sam almost leapt over the seat to shake Avery out of it.

Her tear-soaked eyes were glowing blue and Sam cursed, "Avery stop that!"

She gasped and the blue faded, "What, now I can't pray?" Her voice wavered and another sob broke past her lips.

"Do you know what you've done?" Dean snarled.

Avery shook and leaned as far away from the front seat as she could. Dean floored the accelerator and the sped down the highway at breakneck speeds. A car behind them turned on its high beams and light flooded the car blinding Dean for a moment.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck," he cursed

Avery pressed herself against the door as Dean jerked the steering wheel and turned sharply out the first exit they came across. Rubber burned against the concrete and screeched in protest. The car behind them followed.

"Sam!" Dean growled and Sam lowered the window before leaning out and pointing his gun at the car behind them

"Stop swerving around!" He yelled at his brother and Dean glared at him.

"Just fucking do it!"

Sam fired his gun one, two, three times before there was an audible popping noise as the front wheel of the car behind them exploded. The loose rubber of the tire smacked on the road and the car behind them keeled and spun to the side before running off the road and crashing into a safety rail.

Sam pulled himself back into the car, "Floor it!"

The Impala growled and shot into the darkness the car behind them fading away as plumes of smoke rose from its hood.

"Please," Avery whimpered, "what's going on? What do you want from me? Who was that?"

"They're coming after you," Dean clenched his jaw, "they're coming after you because they want to kill you."

Avery gaped at him, "Me? What have I done? I'm nobody."

Dean laughed bitterly, "You're not nobody, sweetheart. You never have and you never will be."

The finality with which Dean said that silenced Avery and she recoiled into her self. Tears rolled down her cheeks and finally after hours of silence she fell into a restless sleep.

P/N Together again...sort of. Leave a review and tell me what you think! Everybody that does gets a little Davery one off plot bunny that may or may not be in the final story. I haven't decided. Anyway, yeah, leave a review!

Love always,

Lucy