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Chapter 5

Many a room at the Hotel California

Victoria Winchester sat cross-legged in the backseat of the tiny Mustang. She kept going through the pictures on Victoria Doyle's phone. She didn't have any silly or funny pictures, most of them were about work. Some were incredibly disturbing about that work.

"So, uh, Victoria?"

Victoria Winchester looked in the direction of this Dean. "Yes?"

"How'd you and Sam meet?"

Sam looked at Dean and Dean shrugged.

It was a story Victoria didn't mind telling. "I was eighteen, Sam was twenty-two. He was entering law school at the same University I was attending for undergrad. We met in a grief counseling group on campus. His fiancée had died in a car accident. My sister died in childbirth. We were kindred souls from that first meeting. Friends at first of course. We had both been through so much, nothing else at that point was possible. I was the sudden mom to my niece, Grace, and Sam helped me with her a lot. She loved him. He loved her. One day, we both just kind of realized we were in love. It was slow, but sudden. Two years after we met we were married. Then, a few years later we had two more girls, Hope, and Faith. I miss them so incredibly much."

"We'll get you back to them."

"So, how did you and your Victoria meet?"

Sam chuckled. "Ah, well, we were on a hunt. The first thing I remember about her was her coat. It was blowing in the wind, along with her hair. But she, she was unmovable. In charge from the first moment we met her."

"Damn straight."

Sam smiled at his brother.

"Are you going to propose to her?"

Sam coughed. "Ah, well, in what we do it's, it's uh…"

Dean interrupted. "People die. Attachments are hard to deal with."

"From what I've seen, you're already attached. Might as well make it official. Of course loving someone can cause a great deal of pain. But that's what we sign up for. It's not all nine to five and Pinterest projects. Things get tough. But having someone there through everything makes it easier. Besides, you have the same life. It's not like she would be signing up for anything she's not already doing."

At one point in his life, Sam Winchester didn't give a second thought to marriage. Of course he was going to get married, have kids, the whole nine. But destiny, fate, whatever you wanted to call it had other plans for him.

"I don't think anything could really make me and Tor closer."

"Maybe not. I just know I like being married to my Sam. I mean, of course we have arguments, and disagreements. But we always know that the other is going to be there no matter what."

Sam smiled sadly. "Yeah, that's uh, that sounds nice."

Victoria Doyle could hear him as soon as they pulled into the driveway of their house. He was like an Angel, but not exactly. Her heartbeat fastened as she tried to think of a way to escape Sam, the girls, and the adorable Golden Retriever all snug in the back of Sam's Subaru.

"Babe? You okay?" Sam put his hand on hers, and she smiled at him.

"Umm, actually, I think I may need to go to the store and get something."

"Why didn't we just pick it up on the way home?"

Victoria glanced at the girls, hoping Sam would get the cue.

"Ah. Right. Yeah, so we'll just go ahead and start unpacking and we'll see you in a few."

Victoria kissed him on the cheek as she got out of Sam's car and into other Victoria's almost identical Subaru.

Victoria Doyle followed the thoughts to a playground about a mile from the house. She parked her car and sat next to a man dressed in ragged jeans and a hoodie on a bench.

"Hello Victoria."

Victoria smiled. This Being could get her home. "Hello Ammon."

He turned to look at her. His eyes were deep brown, beautiful. Without meaning to, Victoria stared into them. They brought comfort and warmth. She knew that even if she couldn't hear his thoughts, she would have trusted him.

"I sensed you the moment you arrived. I took my time in finding you because I wanted to know more. I listened to you, I learned about your world, your people, your overwhelming sense of urgency about making the world 'better'. I mourned for you. For your responsibility, and those of your 'hunters' and Angel."

Victoria averted her eyes and looked at the ground. "Yes, we are not without our share of problems. However, we, we fight." She once again met the captivating gaze of her new companion.

"Admirably, I might add. Victoria, I can send you home. However, we will have to wait until the Victoria in your world arrives here, over there."

"Can you sense her too?"

"I can sense all the beings that belong in my world. There has never been an instance like this exactly, so I was not fully aware I had that capability, but apparently I do.'

"Couldn't you just take me to where she is now over there, here?"

Ammon shook his head. "I have a responsibility, Victoria, to my people here. I am their protector, even though they have no idea as to my existence. If you leave, Victoria's family will not understand, in spite of any excuse. This has to be a seamless transition. I plan to alter Victoria's mind when you two switch, she cannot know there is a world beyond this one. Neither can her family think anything is off."

Victoria sighed. "What are you exactly?"

"You have one of my kind in your world."

"Jack?"

"Yes."

Victoria laughed with understanding. "How old are you?"

Ammon smiled slightly. "I am ancient. I am the son of Michael and an Egyptian woman many Millennia ago."

"You're immortal?"

"It would appear so."

"But your soul?"

"It is here, I'm particularly fond of it."

"How did you? All the creatures, just, how…"

Ammon grinned. "Unfortunately, you do not have the time to listen to my stories now Victoria Doyle. You were supposed to go to the store and pick up some item the children weren't supposed to know about. I will come to you tomorrow, in Victoria's office at the University. Victoria should arrive by tomorrow afternoon if they keep up the same pace."

With a 'woosh' he was gone.

"Really?"

"Dean, it's not her fault. She had to go to the restroom."

"Sam, this is the fifth stop we've made in the last three hours. Tor never does this. Tell her to stop drinking so much damn water."

"Wait, you want me to tell a woman we just met, who is separated from her family to stop drinking water?!"

"Look, Sam, I want to get Tor back, and Victoria's pit stops have taken up at least a frickin hour!"

"I want Tor back too, you know I do, but I think we just need to be as nice as possible to Victoria."

Dean sat back in his seat. "Fine."

Sam got out of the car to let Victoria back in the backseat. "Do you think we could stop at a hotel to sleep soon? I don't know how much more I can sit back here."

Dean looked at Sam with a look of pure exasperation. He started the car and began driving.

"Victoria, we're just trying to get you back to your family as soon as we can. Making stops takes up time."

Victoria started tearing up and Sam tried to backpedal as quickly as possible. "It's okay, we can stop."

Dean angrily put his arm on the window frame.

"No, I promise I'm not the world's biggest baby. I mean, I'm tough. I do mud runs and build houses for the homeless and workout five days a week. It's just, I'm pregnant."

Sam nodded and looked at his brother. Dean made an 'I'm sorry gesture' and looked intently at the road.

"I've been trying really hard to sit here, but I'm tired, a bit sick to my stomach, and I have to pee every five seconds, and my husband is in another world or time or whatever and doesn't even know I'm pregnant because I was going to tell the whole family this weekend on Mary and Rob's anniversary wine tour and I made a little onesie to announce it and everything and now I'm just lost and don't know what to do, and everything smells like leather!"

Victoria started crying and Dean pulled over to the side of the road. He looked back at Victoria.

"Look, you are tough, okay? You raised your sister's kid when you were just a kid yourself. You got yourself a Doctorate while keeping a home. That's some tough crap. All right, so you're pregnant. So what? The strongest people ever are moms. Yeah, we see some stuff and gank some monsters, but you? You create life. You can do frickin anything. Think about that baby there, think about your kids, your Sam, and let's get you home."

Victoria sniffed, wiped her face with her sleeve, and nodded at Dean. "Okay."

"Okay." Dean made a satisfied nod and started towards California once more.

Victoria Doyle wondered what she could possibly buy that the girls' weren't supposed to know about. It couldn't be alcohol, she couldn't drink. It couldn't be anything adult orientated, because reasons. She thought about a pregnancy test, but she didn't know what other Victoria had going on and knew that could be risky. Maybe it could be a surprise for the girls. But what. The only child in her life was born a teenager who could smite Angels with a look.

She giggled slightly. It was inappropriate, she knew, but she just let it escape.

She must have been standing in the drugstore too long because an employee came to her. "Do you need some help?"

"Do you have children?"

The employee looked taken aback, but answered, nonetheless, with a question of his own. "Like, for sale?"

Victoria's mouth opened slightly as her brow furrowed. "No, as in offspring."

"Oh!" He looked relieved. "I do, actually."

"Great, so if you wanted to surprise them with something, what would it be?"

"Like, what scale are we talking about?"

"Something from here."

"Oh, uh, ice cream?"

Victoria sighed, "We don't eat dairy."

"We have almond milk and coconut milk ice cream."

"You do?!"

"Yes ma'am, this is California."

Victoria smiled as she thanked the employee.

Victoria put five pints of ice cream in the trunk of the Subaru and headed back to the house.

In spite of his pep talk, Dean felt like he was pushing Victoria too hard. They stopped at a Diner that was attached to a motel so Victoria could sleep and he and Sam could eat.

Sam was scrolling through his iPad as he was eating his salad. "What do you think Tor is doing over there, Dean?"

Dean wiped ketchup off his chin before answering his brother. "Trying to act like Victoria until she can find a way out of there."

Sam nodded. "What if she likes it there?" He tried to smile, but it was so pained that it caused Dean to swallow hard.

"Sammy, Tor, uh, she needs you. She's not gonna like it anywhere that you're not."

Sam nodded, unsure. "It's what we were talking about. The life we wanted."

"She wants it with you. Not some yuppie Sam. You. The been through hell and back died for his family you."

"I just, Dean, I don't know where I stand with her all the time. I want everything with her. And I know it's not really conventional or whatever, but I don't care. I just don't know how she feels about me, you know?"

Dean shoved the rest of his burger in his mouth, "Sammy, don't tell Tor this, because she'll kill me, and honest to God, I'm a little afraid of her."

Sam nodded with a slight smile.

"I'm serious. That night Zeke was there, I prayed to him because I was worried about Tor's purple eyes thing. Scared the hell outta me. Anyway, he said he kept us from meeting Tor because even though you two aren't exactly soulmates all the broken pieces of your souls fit together."

Sam looked puzzled. "What?"

"Yeah, so, Zeke knew how dangerous Tor could be if she ever met you. He knew that girl would destroy anything in her path to save you. She told me that night she was in love with you and as long as you wanted her, she'd be there. So, that's how she feels about you."

Dean smirked as he shoved fries in his mouth.

"She used the words 'in love'?"

"Yup."

"We got to get her back, Dean."

"We will."

Victoria Doyle, Sam, and the girls were all piled onto the couch eating their pints of ice cream. They laughed as spoons were dipped into pints belonging to others so they could try different flavors.

After the girls were put to bed and Victoria was rinsing the spoons off in the sink she felt Sam's arms encircle her waist from behind. It wasn't really uncomfortable and had it been her Sam it would've been fine, welcome even. But she knew she had to be Victoria, and Victoria wouldn't shove her husband away for an embrace. She leaned back into him and closed her eyes, pretending and wishing he was her Sam.

"You are absolutely amazing, you know that?"

"Yes."

Sam laughed and kissed her head. "So, what are we going to name this one?"

"Hum?"

Sam let her go and Victoria turned around. He was holding a newborn onesie with the words, "May the Fourth I'll be with you".

Victoria snickered at the joke. Cas was right. Well, not completely right, but kind of right.

"You are the most wonderful woman, and I don't know how I got so lucky with you. You have given me everything I have ever wanted."

Victoria could only smile at him. She was sharing a moment that wasn't hers. Before she could protest Sam kissed her. She kissed back as best she could, but it wasn't her Sam. Tears streamed down her face as she realized she wasn't getting to experience this for the first time with him.

Sam backed up and wiped her tears away with his hand. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, I'm just so emotional."

Sam hugged her tight and she allowed herself to cry into his t-shirt.

Cas came to pick Victoria Doyle up at exactly 8:00am Monday through Friday. She handed him a to-go cup of coffee as she got in the car with what she guessed was her messenger bag. The girls were all off to school, and today was the day Victoria Doyle got to go home.

Cas looked at the cup. "Tori, I uh, love you, but I do not love almond milk creamer."

Victoria looked at him slyly as she pulled a Coffeemate creamer bottle out of her messenger bag. "Do not tell Sam because I'll deny it to the grave."

Cas smirked as he took a sip. "Rebel. You just got ten times hotter."

"So, I wasn't hot before?"

"Oh no, you were definitely hot before, but now, damn girl, you're on fire."

Victoria was truly going to miss Cas.

Her office was small, but it had a coffee maker and a mini fridge. Two things she and other Victoria agreed on.

Ammon appeared in one of the chairs opposite her desk as Victoria poured water into the coffee maker.

"Good morning Ammon."

"Good morning Victoria."

"Coffee?"

"Yes please."

Victoria got a mug from the top of the mini fridge and poured two sugar packets into it. She poured the freshly brewed coffee into the cup and handed it to the Nephilim.

"Mind reading has its perks." He said as he took a sip.

Victoria sat down and smiled. "Thank you for coming."

"I said I would."

"Regardless, thank you."

Ammon nodded. "You will need to be home at 12:30, that is when Victoria and your hunters will be at her house here, there."

"Cas drove me, I guess I'll text him I'm ill and need to be taken home."

"Yes."

"You have to erase her memories?"

"I do. For the safety of my world."

"Just how did this world become so supernatural free?"

"Well, as I told you, I am ancient. As you know, the powers of a Nephilim surpass those of the Angelic parent. I am sure you are also accustomed with the Michael of your world."

Victoria nodded.

"I quickly learned, through the instruction of my mortal mother, that I am here to help other human souls. She taught me that I was here for good, and a great purpose. It took centuries, but I was able to completely rid the world of evil. Just as your Jack will one day be able to do."

Victoria sucked in a breath. "You've fought for centuries?"

"Millennia."

Victoria could feel tears pool in her eyes. "He's just a boy."

"And you were just a girl."

"But, I'm mortal. I'll die and go to Heaven. But, him, my beautiful nephew, will have to fight for millennia?"

Ammon reached across the desk and put Victoria's hands in his. "I visit my Mother, in Heaven, as well as my Father. I am allowed in, and out whenever I please. I can keep people from suffering. This world here, it is infinitely better than yours, yes?"

"I, I don't know. I just have only been here a short while."

"And in that short while, what have you learned?"

"They're happy."

"Yes, they are."

"But what about the other types of violence? People?"

"I am afraid that is a matter of free will Victoria, and in that, I do not interfere."

"No monsters?"

"None."

"Demons?"

"All in hell. Where they stay. And the angels in Heaven."

"And Jack, he will be able to do all the things you do? Be guardian of our world?"

"Yes."

"No more hunters risking everything?"

"No more."

"But Jack?"

"Is strong. And will become stronger with your guidance. And you will be able to guide him through all eternity."

Victoria closed her eyes. "That is quite a bit to take in Ammon."

"You're not the average human Victoria Doyle. And neither is Jack."

Victoria smiled. "Thank you. I am so glad I met you. Not simply because you are going to get me home, but because you gave me a hope I didn't have before."

Ammon smiled. "And I am glad to have given you that hope Miss Doyle. I will meet you at Victoria's home at 12:30." With a woosh, he was gone.

Victoria Winchester stared at the house that was hers in another world. The color was different, and it didn't have the "W" wreath on the front door.

Sam spoke first, "I think the way this works is that we need to be in the room you spend the most time in when you're home. Unfortunately, this isn't your house, so I think we might have to technically break in."

Dean handed Sam a pair of gloves from the trunk. "We're legit now, so we have to commit crimes like normal people."

Sam looked at his brother, gave an exasperated smile, and put the gloves on.

They rang the doorbell to make sure no one was home, and then Sam unlocked the door.

Victoria Doyle stood in the living room in a house that wasn't hers and looked at her companion.

Ammon was closing his eyes, concentrating. He put out his hand, and an old-fashioned red door appeared. He opened his eyes and motioned Victoria to go through.

Victoria nervously put her hand on the knob and turned. She could see her Sam, Dean, and herself. She gasped and the other Victoria ran towards her. Victoria held the door open and as soon as the other Victoria went through it, the door disappeared.

Victoria ran to Sam and threw her arms around his neck. He hugged her back tightly and buried his face in her hair.

After a few seconds, Dean coughed and said. "So, we're kind of breaking and entering here, so maybe we should uh, get out?"

Victoria broke away from Sam and quickly hugged Dean. "You're wearing gloves? I'm so proud!"

Sam locked the door behind them and Dean looked at the Mustang as he handed the keys to Victoria.

"Yeah, so um, I am so glad you're back Tor. You have no idea. But, I'm gonna call Cas and have him take me back home. You and Sam can drive back. Kay?"

Victoria nodded.

Cas wooshed in and grabbed Victoria in a tight embrace. "Victoria, I am so relieved that you are back. We need you."

"I need y'all too. So, so much."

"I am going to have to make multiple trips, especially with the car."

"Actually, Cas, Tor and I are going to drive back, so just one trip."

"Okay, Sam." Cas lowered his head, "Be careful."

With another 'woosh' Cas and Dean were gone.

Victoria looked at Sam and smiled. "Road trip, Mr. Winchester?"

Sam smiled.