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Chapter 6

Each and Every Byway

Even though Victoria Doyle's world had its fair share of monsters, creepy crawlies, and all- around supernatural terror, she was still glad to be back. And she was very glad to sitting next to her Sam. Everything felt right, even though things were very, very wrong.

"Umm... Tor?"

Victoria looked at her passenger.

"Yes?"

"What were they like?"

"Not my family."

Sam smiled, he enjoyed that answer. "So, Cas and Dean…?"

"Oh, very different from Castiel and Dean. Cas was this huge personality that lit up every room he was in. Sam, I danced with him."

Sam laughed. "What?"

"Yeah, so, we went on this wine tour for Mary and Rob's anniversary and had this fancy dinner, and there was dancing, and Cas asked me, and he was just this presence. Smart, and charming, and incredibly attractive."

"Attractive?" Sam tried to push down the small feeling of jealously he felt rising up.

"Yes, there is no other word for it. I've never danced in my life, but he made it so easy."

Sam nodded solemnly. "And the girls?"

"Sam, they were absolutely beautiful. Grace looked just like my sister. And Hope and Faith looked like this perfection combination of…" Victoria trailed off as she looked over and saw Sam's face.

Victoria reached out her hand and took Sam's in hers. "They weren't ours. Jack is ours. We're each other's. Sam, that will never be our life. It wasn't meant to be."

"I know." Sam squeezed her hand slightly and gave the sad smile he was so good at. "How did you get back?"

"There was a Nephilim, Ammon. The only supernatural creature on their world. He was born in Egypt millennia ago. He is the son of Michael. It took him a very long time, but he rid his world of every supernatural threat. The demons stay in hell and the angels in Heaven. He is their guardian, their protector. He told me Jack will be the same."

"That's incredible. But to have to fight, for that long."

"I know. Ammon said it helped him to have access to Heaven to visit his mother and father. So, I suppose Jack can see us?"

"Yeah, I guess that might help. So, he's immortal?"

Victoria nodded. Her hand was still in Sam's. "Do you want to drive awhile, or would you like to stop? This is our road trip after all." She smiled at him.

"Yeah, I'll drive for a little bit. Actually, I had this place I wanted to take you, so it can kinda be a surprise?"

"I would not accept a surprise from any other being besides you. I do not like surprises."

Sam smirked, "I know."

Victoria Doyle took the opportunity of the passenger seat to FaceTime her nephew.

"Aunt Victoria!" The boys' face lit up when he saw his Aunt.

"Hi Jack. How are you?"

"Great, I am so, so sorry that I…"

Victoria interrupted him. "Jack, it's not your fault. The fact that you can make people switch between worlds is incredible. That is a lot of power you possess."

"Dad is trying to teach me how to harness it." Jack was sitting on his bed. He looked around him. "But, I kinda want to learn other things too, you know? I just don't know how to tell him. I don't want to hurt his feelings, and I know you guys have been dealing with a lot."

"What kind of things?"

"Umm, like regular kid things. Some of the knowledge I already have. But I don't understand things, like how things work. Or maybe, how people work."

"In that case, I am not one hundred percent certain either Castiel or myself would be the best of instructors."

Sam smiled.

Jack nodded. He looked somewhat downhearted.

"However, that is why we have Sam. And Dean. Sometimes." Victoria grinned. "I will talk with Dean, and when Sam and I get back, I know he will teach you all he can about how humans work. He is very, very good with the whole human interaction aspects of life."

Jack looked hopeful. "Thank you. Do you think I'll be able to go on a case soon?"

Victoria was not prepared for that question. "Pardon?"

"Hunting monsters? The family business?"

Victoria rolled her eyes. "Jack, can you find Dean and give him the phone please?"

"Sure." Jack started to get off the bed, but before he did he looked back at the screen, "Aunt Victoria, I love you."

Victoria was not used to hearing those words from anyone, and even though she knew how she felt towards her nephew, the verbalization still caught in her throat. "I love you too, Jack." She managed to say the words, even though they were broken and sounded foreign.

Jack smiled and went to find Dean.

"Yeah". Dean Winchesters' voice was unusually gruff and from his appearance Victoria surmised Jack woke him up from a nap.

"Is Jack around?"

"Nah, the kid went back to his room. What's up?"

"Did you tell him that he would go on a case?"

"Look, Tor, he's not a child. Crap is gonna come after him. He's got to learn sooner rather than later."

Victoria hated admitting he was right. "Okay. Honestly though, Dean, I do not know where to start. Granted, we were all more or less born into this, but this feels different."

"Cas is helping him learn some of the angelic stuff, and we'll train him with the human hunter stuff. We got this. You were what, twenty-one before you were trained? Just do what Zeke did with you."

Victoria sighed. "I was Ezekiel's job, his pupil. Jack is my nephew. I understand that he must learn for his own safety and protection, but I want to protect him, from everything."

Dean rubbed his chin. "I get that. I see him as a kid too, and damn it, he's family. And it sucks. But, Tor, there is no other choice. We'll start him out easy. And we'll be there, in case things go South."

Victoria nodded. "I understand. Thank you, Dean."

"Whoa."

"What?"

"You're trying to hang up without telling me how you got back. I've been dying to know, but I wanted to give you and Sammy time, so…"

Victoria snorted a smile and then told the eldest Winchester everything about the time she spent with the other Winchesters.

Victoria Doyle stood in front of a collection of graffiti-ed cars in odd positions in the middle of the desert. "I am definitely surprised."

Sam breathed out a slight laugh. "It's called 'The International Car Forest of the Last Church', I uh, I thought you'd enjoy it."

Victoria started looking around. The cars and buses were in varying positions that almost defied gravity. Victoria strolled past each one leisurely, taking in the colorful art they displayed. "Tell me about them."

"So, two artists collaborated on the forest after one saw the other's work in the middle of the desert. It was one of the cars' front end in the ground, which held the painted car up."

"Why 'The Last Church?"

"Apparently, one of the artists was religious."

Victoria and Sam stood in front of a station wagon that was held into the ground by its front end. It was rusted and the windows were broken completely out. It almost looked like it had wrecked there and was left to eventually become one with the burning, Nevada, desert sand. On its top was written, in attractive graffiti, the words, "We are All in This Together." Around them there was nothing but desert and sky. And abandoned graffiti-ed vehicles.

"You found beauty in a wasteland." Victoria looked at her companion, "You will never cease to amaze me, Sam Winchester."

Victoria Doyle and Sam Winchester were sitting in a small-town diner when Victoria overheard a conversation between two young women.

"Look, Vi, I don't know, but Lucy's whole family has been killed in the past few weeks and it's all because of 'animal attacks'? I don't buy it, and I'm scared."

"I think it's just a coincidence. You know these desert animals, they don't play."

"Five people in the same family?! In three weeks?!"

Victoria pulled out her phone. After a quick search she found that five people had been killed by various unknown desert animals. They were all in the same family. It was also noted that a sixth member of the family had died suddenly before the attacks of a brain aneurysm. She was only eighteen years old. Victoria quietly handed her phone to Sam.

Sam looked up at her and shrugged his shoulders. "Do you want to call Cas, Dean, and Jack in on this?"

"I can't hear anything, so we probably should, yes."

Victoria got a suite at the hotel so they could all sit in the living room to find out what they were hunting. Dean, Cas, and Jack brought several books and Jack and Sam were going through them.

Dean was sharpening his machete, Cas was staring at Jack, and Victoria was going through her phone trying to find her nearest law enforcement contact.

Sam looked up from his reading. "I don't really know what we're looking for here."

Victoria looked up at him. "There is not really much to go on at this point, I'm afraid. What we do have is a monster that is messy, has a taste for blood and/or human flesh, and targets families. Probably her own family."

Everyone gave her a questioning glance.

"The first victim, Lucy, died much differently than the others, I doubt that is a coincidence."

"So, what? Chick is angry she died, seeks revenge for bad genetics?"

Sam squinted at his brother. Dean shrugged.

"I suppose that is what we are trying to find out." Victoria looked back at her phone.

Sam switched from his book back to his iPad.

"Aunt Victoria?"

"Yes, Jack?"

"Are we trying to find out what this is in order to know how to kill it?"

Victoria wasn't quite sure how to answer that question. She never wanted her nephew to think of himself as a monster, something that had to be 'dealt with', so she wanted to make sure her phrasing was as delicate as it could be. Something she never worried about before.

"Everything we can learn about a creature is helpful. The more I know about a creature, the better I can hear it. If I can hear the creature's mind, it will help determine what we must do about that creature's fate."

Sam gave her a concerned smile.

Jack didn't seem satisfied. "What about hunters that can't read a monster's mind?"

Victoria inhaled thoughtfully. "Every person, every Being, every Entity, is responsible for their own actions. Some of those beings have more power than others. That makes us even more responsible. Hunters take on a responsibility much like those with greater power. They take it upon themselves to rid the world of evil. Or their perception of evil. I cannot answer for those Hunters, however, I am sure they are doing what they think is right. You, and me, and Castiel, and Dean, and Sam, that is all we can do as well, what we think is right. We are all here for you, to help you decide what you feel is right."

Jack nodded. "Do monsters think what they are doing is right?"

Victoria Doyle was definitely not ready to have children.

"They don't think Kid, they just do." Dean waved his machete for emphasis.

"They do not have a soul, Jack." Cas looked at his pseudo son.

"You don't either, and you know the difference between right and wrong."

"It took me a very long time and knowing Sam and Dean for years in order for me to learn that difference, Jack. It wasn't sudden. I had to learn, to be taught."

"Can't the monsters be taught?"

"Like, what, Monster Rehab?" Dean furrowed his brow.

Sam gave an exasperated look towards his brother. "Jack, uh, Cas is different because even without a soul, he doesn't act just on instinct. He was created to follow orders and be a soldier of Heaven, but he was always allowed free will. The monsters we hunt, they usually can't overcome that instinct. And yeah, some of them it's hard to kill, because they look human or they were human. But we do what we do to save people."

Jack nodded with understanding.

Victoria got up and looked at Sam. "We have an appointment to go see the bodies."

Dean got up instead. "Let's go."

Victoria allowed Dean to put in his Led Zeppelin tape and she wondered what had become of her.

"The kid scares me Tor."

Victoria looked towards her companion. "What?"

"Yesterday, Cas was teaching him something, I don't know, suddenly half the room was on fire. Accident. Cas put it out, but if he wasn't there? What if Mom had been in there you know? Or Sam? Scares the crap outta me."

Victoria sighed. "That must have been why he was asking all those questions about monsters. Why didn't you call me?"

"Why? Because Sammy was a wreck while you were gone. He was questioning himself on everything. I wanted him to have you back, for himself, for just a bit, maybe be as normal as possible for one long car ride."

"The two of you, well three, sacrificing self for each other's happiness is the textbook definition of co-dependence."

"Yeah?"

Victoria rolled her eyes. "We know that Jack will probably, well definitely, be more powerful than all of us combined. We also know his genetics could lead him down a path of not such good choices. So, we must counter that. Or I do. Putting any responsibility on you or your brother is completely unfair."

"We signed up for it. And you're stuck with Sam. So, you're stuck with me. Codependency and all."

Victoria smirked at him. "I do know we cannot act scared of him. That is a fantastic way to lose the illusion of parental authority. He lost his mother. He was born an adult more-or-less. He needs consoling, cajoling, and admittedly, I have failed where that is concerned."

"Yeah. I uh, know how it is to lose a mom. I get it, I do. But his power, Tor, we gotta reign that in. I won't let Mom near him."

"Dean."

"I'm not risking Mom. Not for anything. He's a nuke, he could sneeze and half the world could be wiped out."

"I understand what you are saying, I just think he also needs compassion, and love. I do not know how capable I am to offer that."

"You're kidding, right? I've seen you with Sam, Tor."

Victoria looked at him. "Yes."

"You're plenty capable to offer whatever Jack needs."

Victoria bit her bottom lip inside her mouth and nodded. "After this, we'll come back to the bunker. I've enjoyed my time with Sam immensely, but I have an obligation to Jack, and my sister. Thank you for the time we had."

"You'll get plenty more. We just gotta raise the kid."