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Chapter 24

The form It takes

Victoria Doyle woke up to screams inside her head. Sam suddenly woke and sat up next to her.

"Are you okay?"

"Nightmare. I didn't know you came in." Victoria pushed her hair back with her hand.

"I couldn't sleep, do you want me to go?"

"Of course not, I'm glad you're here."

Sam smiled slightly and they both laid back down.

"Do you want to talk about your dream?" The boy who had just been kidnapped and tortured was worried about someone else. Typical Sam.

"I'm sure you can imagine what it was about. Would you care to talk?"

"Tor, this isn't the first time something like this has happened."

That made Victoria incredibly sad.

"The thing that always kept me going was knowing that Dean would come in and save me. I always have that hope. This time, you helped him. I knew you would both be there, I just had to wait."

"And be tortured. I saw what she did to you, Sam." Victoria felt her eyes burn slightly, but she closed them quickly.

"I've been through a lot, Tor. Dean and I both have. And yeah, sometimes I think about it. But I always have something else that keeps me going, something that keeps me pushing forward."

"Dean."

"Yeah, of course. And Cas, Mom, you, and now Jack."

Victoria thought for a few seconds before she spoke. "I have only known you and Dean a short while. However, I think I know you both fairly well. Neither one of you wants to burden the other for fear of causing guilt."

She turned over on her side so she could look at Sam. "I don't have that problem, Sam. I want you to talk to me. I've lived thirty years and you are the only person I tell certain things to. Things I would never speak to another soul. I know I haven't been too upfront with my emotions, and feelings, et cetera. That is only because I am not accustomed to them. When Dean told me you were taken, something felt off. With anyone else it would've been simple determination to get them back. But with you, it was so much more. Sam, tell me things if you need to."

"Thanks, Tor. I will."

Victoria got up from the bed. "I'm going to make us some tea and then we can finish that episode of 'Midsomer Murders'."

The purple eyes bothered Dean more than he cared to admit. He was used to seeing a lot of weird crap, even crap with his family, but those eyes scared him. Dean Winchester needed answers.

"Kay, uh, Zeke. I need some answers. About Tor, so if you could you know, help, that'd be great."

Dean turned around to find Ezekiel sitting at the table behind him.

"You gave me a nickname. No one has ever given me a nickname."

"It's my thing."

"For Victoria's sake, I will bear it. However, let it be stated, nicknames are not 'my thing.'"

Dean rolled his eyes and sat across from Ezekiel.

Victoria was on her way to the kitchen when she heard her Guardian, and she stopped to listen.

"I cannot explain that phenomenon, Dean, I apologize for my lack of knowledge in this matter."

"Doesn't it worry you a little, Zeke?"

"Yes, it does concern me. I have been a guardian for several thousand years and have not seen any Chosen Ones exhibit 'purple eyes.'"

Both men stood when Victoria entered the room.

"You called Ezekiel about me? Why didn't you simply ask me?"

"I didn't think you'd know why your eyes went all whatever the hell that was."

"Good evening, Victoria."

Victoria looked at her angel and couldn't decide if she was miffed at him as well as Dean.

"I'm fairly certain I know why."

Victoria looked at Ezekiel, and then to Dean. Her eyes rested on the ground when she began to speak. "I lost my self-control. We were able to get to Sam, and that should have been all that mattered. Like you told me Dean, after Aristede appeared I should have smote her and left. When I saw in that thing's mind what it did to Sam, I couldn't leave it at that. Death was too easy."

Victoria ran her hand through her hair and continued, "I knew you and Sam were safe, and I wanted you to stay that way. As soon as I wanted that, the door closed, and I knew you two would stay on the other side of it. I hated that demon. I let hatred become an entity, a being, I let Hatred possess me. It fueled everything I did to Aristede. I boiled the blood inside her veins. I enjoyed her screams and her pain. My hatred was fueled by it. I then dissolved her organs, one by one, as if with acid. Again, my hatred was fueled. Finally, I set fire to her brain, while she was still very much alive. That was what killed the demon. After that the Hatred subsided and I more or less realized what I did. That was when the door opened and y'all came in."

Victoria summoned up the courage to look at Dean and her angel. They both looked shocked and slightly horrified.

"You both have every right to look at me like that. When I had my wits about me again, I had every intention of leaving. I thought Jack would be better off without me. Who needs an Aunt who enjoys boiling a creature's blood? Especially a boy who will have far greater power than me one day. I thought he would be better off with y'all raising him. He would be good that way. I had my bag and was leaving when I heard you and Sam talking in his room. I heard my name and stopped, I listened, without even really meaning to."

Victoria looked at Dean and he saw the slightest bit of tears in her eyes.

"I heard Sam say that he hoped he hadn't changed me. He hoped I wouldn't leave because of this. He was worried about me, in spite of everything that happened to him. I heard him say that he needed me, that he cared for me more than he ever thought he could, that he hoped he hadn't changed me. Not because he cared if I had changed, but he didn't want me to be upset with myself because of him. I couldn't leave, not knowing Sam would think my lapse of sanity was his fault."

Victoria wiped at her eyes with her oversized sweatshirt. "He's so good, I now know I would never do anything to hurt him."

She looked at Ezekiel. "I think you knew what would happen if I ever met Sam. You could say it was for my protection, or for your own selfish reasons, and those might be partly true. But you also somehow knew that I would burn through worlds to save Sam Winchester."

Ezekiel looked at the ground for a moment before raising his eyes to once again meet hers.

Dean looked at the angel, "Zeke?"

"I had an idea, yes. Although you're not exactly soul mates, your souls are compatible. It's as if the broken pieces almost form together, like a puzzle. When two beings are bonded in such a manner, it can be deadly even with two normal humans. With your abilities, I knew it had the potential to be catastrophic."

Victoria looked at Dean. "It takes every single ounce of my courage to say this, even to you, and I most certainly could not say it to him, not now. I am in love with your brother. And no, it may not be in the most traditional sense, but I don't care. As long as he chooses to want me, and as long as I choose to love him, I'm here. I can't promise that hatred or fear will not get the best of me again. All I can promise you is that I will try to not allow that. I will practice self-control to the best of my ability. I will work with Castiel in doing so. I was willing to leave if it made Sam better, but after hearing him talk to you, I realized that was not how he felt. I don't want to leave, Dean. I've never felt so many emotions. They're overwhelming, and they scare the hell out of me. They're not just for Sam, but for all of you. I'm going to have to learn to control them. I know I can."

Dean stepped towards her and pulled her to him for a hug. At first she felt suffocated, but she was able to overcome that feeling. She allowed herself to be comforted by him, as that was his intent.

When they broke apart she looked at Ezekiel. "I promise I won't set the world on fire, you taught me too well for that."

"Ah, Victoria, you are underestimating yourself once more. I did not teach you too well for that, you are too good for that."

He kissed her on the forehead before flying away.

Sam walked into the room, looking confused. "Was that Ezekiel? Are you okay?"

Victoria nodded, "Yes it was, and yes, I am."

Dean was finishing up the last of the bacon when Victoria and Sam came into the kitchen.

"Seriously Dean?"

Dean shrugged. "It's nine o'clock."

"Was the bacon going to spoil at nine o one?" Victoria handed Sam the mug of coffee she just poured him.

"Maybe."

Castiel flew in and handed a package to Victoria. "This was at your apartment. I brought your car back as well."

Victoria set her mug on the counter and began to open the package. "Thank you Castiel."

The package contained four passports, four driver's licenses, and several other types of paperwork. Victoria smiled as she glanced through them.

She handed Sam a license and a passport. "Mister Samuel Winchester. You sir, are a completely legal person once more. Spotless record, and very much alive."

"Tor, how did you…?"

"That CIA case was a rather big deal. The agent I worked with told me to call if I ever needed anything. Turns out I did need some things."

Victoria handed Dean his, and then gave Castiel his. Cas opened the passport and looked at the name. "Castiel Winchester?"

Victoria smiled. "Seemed appropriate. Sam and Dean refer to you as their 'brother', so it only made sense." Cas quickly hugged her, almost making her drop the other papers in her hand.

"Those are Mary's, and these" she handed Dean some papers, "Are Baby's registration, insurance, and everything else to make her legal."

Dean took the papers as if they would break. "Tor, this is amazing."

"Birth certificates, and social security cards are in here too, but I'm going to give those to your mom for safe keeping."

"We're not kids."

Victoria raised her eyebrow at Dean.

"Yeah, you better give them to Mom."

Dean and Cas left the kitchen and Sam just kept staring at his new passport and license.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Victoria inquired as she opened the fridge.

"Tor, these, this, what you did for us, I can't even begin to…"

Victoria interrupted him. "It's just paper, Sam."

"But it's not, and you know it's not. You gave us the chance to start a whole new life if we wanted."

Victoria closed the fridge door and looked at him. "Yes, if that is what you want to do, you have that opportunity. You once again have the freedom to be anything you want to be. But I know that you are going to be Sam Winchester. Just like it says on that new license. So, what would Sam Winchester like for breakfast?"

Victoria Doyle decided to spend the day with her car. It needed an oil change anyway, and it always benefited from a good waxing. She enjoyed cleaning the rims and spraying the tires with foam that always made them look wet. She took great pride in her car. Working on it always made her feel peaceful.

She had just finished replacing the oil pan when she detected a presence. She slid out from under the car to see who had joined her.

"Hey Vicky."

Elizabeth was holding her swollen belly. She sat in the only chair available in the garage.

"Hey Lizzie."

"I am ever so impressed that you can change your own oil."

"I think you've gotten more country since we've been together."

Elizabeth laughed. "Maybe. But you've lost almost all your country. Although you let it slip around your boy sometimes."

Victoria began to open the quarts of oil. "Sam is not 'my boy'."

"He most certainly is. I've seen the way y'all look at each other, and that is not just friendly looking."

"We care very deeply for one another." Victoria wiped off a funnel with a shop towel before using it.

"Vicky, I know we haven't been very close, and I know that's my fault, but we're still sisters, and I can see that you are head over heels in love with him."

"I am very fond of him."

"You know, when Castiel told us Sam had been kidnapped, my first thought was of you. I knew there'd be hell to pay for anything stupid enough to take him away from you."

Victoria looked at her sister. "Lizzie, I…"

"Don't feel bad about it Vicky, that's how it's supposed to be. I know how you are about love and romance, and all that. And I know you don't like any of the touching stuff."

That wasn't a completely accurate description, but Victoria let it go, considering her sister was trying to understand her, and that's all she ever really wanted.

"But love isn't all about just sex. I mean, there's so much more. There is romance sometimes, but mainly, it's just about finding someone who completely changes you for the better. And Sam is that person for you Vicky."

Victoria replaced the cap on her oil tank. "I do agree that I have changed. However, I think it is from the entire family, not just Sam."

"Mainly Sam. And I can see why. Y'all complement each other in the best ways. I think it's downright adorable, and I only wish I could be here to see how the rest of it plays out."

Victoria closed the hood of her car and walked towards her sister.

"Lizzie, I am so, so sorry this happened to you. If I had only told you what was out there, what could happen…"

"I never would have believed you, and probably tried to have you committed."

Victoria smirked. "I should've tried, regardless."

"I'm not delusional, Vicky. I know full well I was a complete bitch to you growing up. And really even as adults. I was always holier than thou. And you were the one chosen by God to make the world a better place."

"A person doesn't have to be chosen to make the world better. Plenty of regular humans do a really good job of it."

"Well, that's true. But you are special."

Elizabeth took her sister's hands into her own. "You're gonna raise this baby of mine with that boy of yours. He's gonna be kind, sweet, generous, and strong. Because his Aunt and Uncle are gonna raise him that way. And I can go to heaven knowing that if anything dares to touch him his Aunt with make that thing suffer."

"I'm afraid you're right."

"Don't be afraid of it Vicky. What you've got is a God-given power. You have every right to use it to protect those you love."

"Lizzie, I'm sorry for the way our lives have been. We could have been so much more."

"Well, we still got a little time. I hope we both can make the best of it. I love you, sister of mine."

Victoria wrapped her arms around her sister's neck. For the second time that day she used the word that had so long eluded her. "I love you too Lizzie."

Dean's voice rang throughout the bunker. "Son of a bitch!"

Elizabeth and Victoria had to end their moment to go investigate.

The King of Hell was sitting at the table with Dean and Cas glaring at him. Sam was sitting across from Crowley, Elizabeth went to sit next to him. Tor stood next to Dean.

"He did something stupid?"

Dean turned his glare to her. "Yup. Lucifer's out."

Victoria rubbed her temples. "He has a vessel?"

Elizabeth's hands unconsciously went to her stomach.

"Crowley provided him with his old one."

"What?"

"You see love, I wanted him to suffer as he made me suffer. So, I implemented what I thought to be a fool proof plan. Unfortunately, he still had minions in hell who did his bidding."

"Well, we just have to actually get him back to the cage this time. We need Rowena."

"He's already killed Mother."

Victoria sat down in the other chair next to Sam. He smiled slightly at her, and she lightly placed her hand on top of his.

"So we kill him."

"That is a highly improbable scenario. He is at full power."

Victoria looked at the angel. "So we hide?"

"For now, until Jack is born, I think that would be the best course of action. He knows our current location, and it is only a matter of time before he comes here."

Victoria could feel Sam tense up.

"All right, we hide. The kid gets born, and we go back to Tor's idea of killing the bastard."

Everyone agreed with Dean.