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Chapter 20

That was my coat.

The four decided to stay in the hotel room that night because it was paid for and they were in New York. Not to mention they were all a little disturbed.

Mary and Mrs. Turner had a good time shopping and decided to enjoy a nice dinner out anyway, so everything worked out in a weirdly normal fashion.

Victoria was sitting on the bed reading an old novel that had absolutely nothing to do with anything that was happening around her. She was trying to escape into literature but Sam kept staring at her.

"What Sam?"

"Don't you think we should talk, Tor?"

Victoria knew this was coming but she didn't want to discuss anything at the moment.

Dean and Cas looked horribly uncomfortable.

Victoria put her book down next to him. "About what? About how I almost killed another human because she hurt you? About how I was going to leave but cried on your brother's flannel shirt instead? About how I only stayed with you for Castiel and now you're my family? About how I care about you more than any other human and equal to one being in my entire life? About how creepy female Hannibal was, or about how my sister is currently Satan and I would really like for her to not be? What's it gonna be Sam?"

"You care for me more than any other human? Ever?"

Victoria grunted as she got off the bed and stormed out the door.

"Probably not the best part to focus on Sammy."

Victoria wrapped her coat around her tightly as she walked along the road outside the hotel. She didn't know where she was going, and she knew she was going to go back, but she just needed some time.

"Victoria?"

Chills went all through her body. It was his voice, but it wasn't his voice.

She looked up and saw him, but it wasn't him.

He was as lovely as ever, standing next to a tall man with a baby stroller.

The man gave her a hug. She kept her arms in her pockets. It was him, but it wasn't.

"Hello Holden."

"Do you know what happened, I mean to Ezekiel?"

Victoria looked at the tall, handsome man with the stroller.

"Oh, sorry. Victoria, this is my husband, David, he knows everything. It's okay."

Looking at him was like looking at a ghost, a shell. It made her heart ache. She could feel the emptiness inside of it. Unconsciously, she put her hand to her chest.

"Hello Victoria. Holden tells me you are quite extraordinary."

"You should've seen me with my Angel."

"What happened Victoria?"

"The angels fell. And he didn't make it."

Saying it caused her such intense pain she thought her heart might break again.

"I'm so, so sorry. I know you cared a great deal for each other."

Victoria felt Sam's hands on her shoulders.

"You okay, Tor?"

No, she wasn't. Not inside. But that's not what he meant. He wanted to make sure the two men with the baby stroller in front of her didn't pose a threat. Of course they didn't, so,

"I'm fine."

Sam took the reins because he knew he needed to. "Hi, I'm Sam Winchester. Victoria's friend."

"Hey Sam, I'm Holden, this is my husband David, and our baby girl Esther. We call her Essie."

Sam looked in the stroller and smiled. "She's cute."

"Thanks, we think so." Holden looked at Victoria, "Does Sam know about me?"

She nodded. She couldn't look at his face anymore.

"I was Ezekiel's vessel."

Sam's heart sunk. He knew Victoria's day was just made 10,000 times more difficult. He knew she didn't really care for feelings anyway and today was the mother-lode of feelings.

"It was very nice to meet all three of you, but I'm afraid Tor and I have got to get going."

"Of course. We were just on vacation. We read about the local 'incident'. I'm guessing that's why you're here?"

Sam nodded.

Holden looked at Victoria and sighed sadly. "Victoria, I cannot imagine how seeing me made you feel. I'm sorry. I know you loved him. I know he had a special relationship with you, being your Guardian. I loved him and I was only his vessel."

Victoria looked at him and they shared a sad smile before the vacationing family walked on.

When Victoria was out of earshot Holden looked at his husband. "That was my coat."

She couldn't move, or think, or even try to function.

It was worse than a ghost. He was a happy, human, functioning shell. Ezekiel's shell. He should be happy. That's what Ezekiel would want.

Ezekiel would want her to be happy too. Victoria looked at Sam and saw the concern in his eyes.

"Yes, you're my all-time favorite human."

Sam smiled.

"And as such you get to take me to dinner."

"Anything in particular?"

Victoria paused.

"Nothing with meat."

After dinner Sam and Victoria decided to see a movie at the town's theatre. They decided to just be friends, in the moment, instead of focusing on what could be or what might have been. They didn't talk about Victoria's reaction to Sam's injury, Victoria seeing Holden, they talked about things they liked, things they had in common. It was a glorious few hours, and they decided they should do that at least once a month.

Cas was sitting on the couch reading Victoria's novel when they got back to the hotel room.

"Where's Dean?"

"He went to the hotel bar. He said he 'needed a girl'. I'm pretty sure I know what he means, but I didn't ask particulars."

Sam smirked as he went into the bathroom.

Victoria looked at Cas as she went back out the door. "Tell Sam I'll be back."

Victoria sat down next to Dean on a barstool.

"I think I've lost my touch Tor."

"Which one did you try for?"

"Blonde hair, four o clock."

Victoria studied the woman.

"That's because she is waiting for her husband to come see what she's doing."

Dean looked at her quizzically. "You been holding out on me Doyle?"

Victoria smiled. "Deduction."

She continued to look around the room.

"The young woman sitting four seats down from you. Her boyfriend cheated on her. She wants to get back with him eventually, but not until he's learned his lesson. There. You. Go."

Victoria got up from her stool and went back to their room.

Sam raised his eyebrow at her as she came through the door.

"I helped your brother regain his 'touch'."

"Do I want to know what that means?"

"I can spot women who want to sleep with him."

"You'll never be free again."

Victoria sat next to Castiel on the couch. "That book was already in my memory, reading it was redundant."

Victoria started reading the first few lines intently. Everything that happened in the story came rushing to the forefront of her mind. "Great."

Mary and Mrs. Turner had made the farmhouse quite homey. Cas, Dean, and Sam started the warding as soon as Mrs. Turner left.

Victoria sat in the barn knowing this would be the place they would have to do it. The mere thought of what they would have to do made her blood feel cold.

She closed her eyes and prayed before returning to the house.

Mary couldn't understand why all her 'kids' were suddenly vegetarians, but she decided to go along with it. She knew it probably wouldn't last anyway.

Cas was holding his head while Dean was hovering over him on the couch.

"Cas!"

"Angel radio Dean, an extremely important message from the looks of it."

Victoria sat next to Sam on the opposite couch.

Dean sat next to Cas and waited for it to pass.

Castiel looked at Victoria. The look made Victoria want to listen, but she didn't.

"Victoria, a Nephilim has come into being. Lucifer's offspring."

Victoria's heart jumped. "My sister? My sister is…"

Dean leaned back on the couch. "Son of a bitch."

"So my sister, once he is out, will be fine right? Whatever is growing inside of her will be taken care of?"

"I do not think it is that easy Victoria. If we are successful in putting Lucifer back in the cage, then your sister will be free, yes. However, I don't think the Nephilim will be 'taken care of'."

"Sometimes I think our lives couldn't be anymore weird right? Then this crap happens."

"Not helpful Dean."

"But true Sam. Your friend there, her nephew or niece will be Rosemary's freakin' Baby."

"We cannot afford to think of that right now. Our primary focus will be getting him back in the cage. Then, and only then, can we think of the child." Victoria heard herself say child. Even though, at this point, it was not a child. But she had to say it. Had she already developed some sort of connection to her nephew? Impossible. It has just come into being. Why did she think nephew? Not niece?

"Tor?"

Sam and his damn understanding. "It's a boy. It's my nephew. Please don't ask me how or why I know that. I shouldn't. I just do."

"And it got weirder."