A/N: Hello hello supernatural fans reader's and lovely followers. I hope you enjoy the next chapter. As always for love and appreciation goes out to all of you. This is the last chapter to the story so I figured why not just go ahead and post it? But no worries, This is far the ending of Blake's story. I'm currently working on part 4. Hopefully it will be out soon. Thank you to everyone who favored followed and who viewed Love you all.

Also, Dean It's no longer mad at me because I made him pie. Lol.

Carry on wayward supernatural fans.


Blake stumbled into the kitchen still half asleep. She slept to afternoon which was something that she normally did if there wasn't any case to work on. Normally she would cook a big breakfast, but today however she wasn't in the mood. She hardly got any sleep. She finally fell asleep around 6:00 AM. So yeah she was dragging ass.

After making herself a cup of coffee she sat down at the table with cereal as Jack came in. He smiled which she returned. He got himself a bowl and poured himself some cereal sitting across from her. They eat in comfortable silence as Blake check the news on her tablet. Nothing to interesting. Well nothing out of the ordinary where hunters needed to get involved in. If she was being honest she was disappointed. Yeah, It's been a few days since the last case but she was starting to get bored and restless. She could never sit for long.

Since it seemed like there was no cases perhaps she'll clean the bunker. Maybe bake a pie, maybe an apple pie. Dean would like that. The guy was nuts about pie. With her mind made up she's stood from the table and went to her room to get dressed in blue jeans and a red T-shirt. Making sure she had everything she left the room with her wallet. Perhaps she'll pick up a few more groceries as well. Maybe something for dinner.

It was such a normal thing, going out to get groceries for dinner. But she needed something to do, she was slowly going insane.

"Blake? Where are you going?" Sam asked as she passed him heading for the garage. He was reading a book.

"Out to pick up a few things. Want anything?"

"Yeah. Can you pick up some fresh fruit?"

"You got it Sammy boy."

"Can I come?" Jack asked so hopefully that it would break her heart to say no.

"Sure. You can help me decide what to cook for dinner." She said.

The boy beamed as he followed her out.

~oOo~


When Dean Woke up that afternoon he realized that the bunker was unusually quiet. Normally Blake would be listening to music as she cleaned the bunker. She bought a stereo, and she liked to listen to music when she cleaned or cooked. At first he wasn't too happy. He wasn't too happy to be woken up what she considered as music. But she was making herself at home. But that didn't mean he couldn't tease her about the music that she loved to listen to. Which in his opinion was it music at all. It was now such a normal part of his routine that he thought nothing of it. But night hearing her music made him worry slightly.

He dragged himself out of bed, heading towards the kitchen. To his surprise there wasn't any breakfast on the table. Which wasn't too unusual. Blake would cook Breakfast most of the time, but not all the time. But for some reason he was Slightly concerned that she wasn't in the kitchen drinking coffee or even cooking breakfast with Jack who normally would give her a helping hand. Hell. The bunker was too quiet without her music.

He headed for the library where he found Sam. "Where's Blake and Jack?"

"They went out." His brother replied looking up from his book.

"Alone?"

"They're fine Dean. They can handle themselves."

Dean wasn't too sure. He couldn't explain why, But he had an uneasy feeling when Blake and Jack went out on their own. It was true if Blake wanted to do something she would do it. He was beginning to learn that no one told her what to do. Even if it was for her own safety. But the woman was stubborn. The bunker always felt cold and empty when Blake wasn't there. She had a fire about her, a light. And that light threatened to blind everything and everyone who would dare to look at it. She wasn't just stubborn but she was strong and tough.

It was gradual, but she made the bunker feel more at home. It was hard to believe that it had only been a few months since they stumbled into her bar that one rainy night. The odd thing was, she fit so well with them. He didn't like her decision of becoming a hunter, But it was better her hunting with them been by herself. At least then he could try to protect her and keep her safe. She was someone important now. He wasn't sure how it happened, Blake had Become important to him, Just as important as Sammy Cas and Jack. That was what terrified him.

Everyone that he tried to keep safe ended up getting killed. Which was why he wasn't going to take their relationship any further. Yeah. He may have feelings for her, but he was poison. She could do better than him. He was too broken and battered for her. She deserved better.

Dean sighed and went to take a quick shower.

...


After showering and dressing he entered the library once again. Sam was now at the table typing away on his laptop. Blake and Jack still wasn't back it seemed. He was trying not to worry or look obvious about it. He grabbed a random book Joining his brother at the table with his beer.

Sam glanced over at him before his attention was on the computer screen again. "It's not the first time that they've gone out Dean."

He tried for a casual shrug. "I don't care what she does." His brother got the look on his face that said ' So you're worried about Blake.' "Shut up."

Sam smirked. "I didn't say anything."

"Yeah, well, didn't have to."

Cas was who knows where. He knew he was trying to help Blake discover who are what she was. Perhaps he was out on another errand or in his room. He understood her obsession. He was curious. Part of that was he wanted to know how dangerous she truly was. She was powerful, powerful enough to create two characters from a TV show and make them reality. He and Sam had looked through every single book in the bunker it seemed. At first, he thought maybe they had another human and demon hybrid on their hands. But her powers didn't add up. But then again it's possible. If it happened to before why couldn't it happen again?

Suddenly the metal door opened. Blake's child like laughter could be heard bouncing off the walls as she and Jack came down the stairs. Her laugh made his heart flutter. He felt like a love sick school boy. No. He tried the whole relationship thing. Didn't work. She deserved better.

"Hey." Sam greeted.

"Hey." Blake said. "I got you your fresh food."

Dean couldn't help but snort. "Of course." He mumbled. Blake Smacked him on the shoulder. "What was that for?" He looked at her, Her beautiful purple eyes dancing with them musement. She smirked. Oh that was never good. "What did you do?"

"Nothing Dean bear. But you own me big time. I got stuff for fresh apple pie."

"You know how to bake a pie?" He asked, surprised.

"I grew up in Alabama. I know how to bake a pie." She smirked. "First I save your ass. Now I'm gonna cook you a good meal and baking a fresh apple pie. You own me big time." She declared loudly as she and jack went to the kitchen with their bags of groceries.

Sam Snickered. "Oh yeah. You're so in love."

"It's pie Sammy. That's my weakness."

"No kidding."

...


Dean Seriously thought he couldn't eat another bite. Blake was one hell of a cook. Not to mention she can bake a pie. Everyone was gathered around the table. "That was Delicious." Dean said, trying to remember the last time he had such a good meal and felt so full.

Blake smirked. "Why, thanks."

Sam sighed Satisfied. "So you grow up in Alabama?"

She shrugged. "Yeah. But I tried hard to lose my accent. Didn't want to sound like my parents."

"Why?" Jack asked frowning.

Suddenly her whole body was stiff. "Just didn't." She said in a way that made it clear that she wasn't in the mood to talk about it.

Dean Was starting to wonder if her parents was abusive. She never talked about them. He didn't even know she was born and raised in Alabama. Or that she worked hard to get rid of her accent. He didn't know much about her. Apart of him wanted to, but was hesitant to ask. His eyes drifted to the nasty scars around her wrists. Someone had done that to her.

"Who taught you how to cook?" Jack asked innocently.

"Well, when you were left on your own for days on end, you learn how to take care of yourself, or you die." She said bitterly. "I learned how to take care of myself at an early age. It's not like..." She took in a deep breath. "Never mind."

Dean and Sam looked at each other, a silent conversation happening. Sam nodded, then looked back to Blake. "Blake, you know, you can be open with us."

"You don't want to hear about my story."

"But maybe it can-"

"Sam! Just drop it!" She snapped.

Sam nodded. "Okay."

Dean sighed. "Look Cupcake." He was interrupted by Cas Coming in looking concerned. "Cas? What's wrong?"

"It's about Blake."

"What about me?" She frowned.

"The angels want you dead."


To be a continued