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Chapter 13

He's Back…

The mystery of who wanted Victoria as an evil supernatural killing machine plagued the Winchesters. As much as they thought, they could not come to any reasonable conclusion. Dean had to admit, as much as he didn't want to, the evil, cloaked-soul Victoria was a perfect killer. The difference between how she killed the hobgoblin and the sand babies hardly ever left his mind. The image of her throwing the babies onto the corpse of their father bothered him. There was no compassion there, no kindness. And yet, in all that, she was able to think of Sam? Ezekiel must've been right about their souls. Even cloaked the pieces reached out to each other. The eldest Winchester took Victoria's illness the hardest. He internalized it, as he did most things.

Sam's room had been the family's new hangout spot, since Victoria had to spend most of her time resting. They bought a couch to put in there and Jack was usually at the table with some type of homework Victoria had given him. Her heart ached for the boy, and she wanted him to be as happy as possible. She knew from a mirror her appearance worried him. He had already lost a mom, and now he was afraid every day of losing his Aunt.

"All right, so what about a high-ranking demon?"

"We've been through this Dean."

"I know Sammy, but let's go through it again. Cas?"

The Angel looked pensive. "It is a possibility."

Sam sighed. "Agent Brooks got the number of the guy that kidnapped Tor was texting, but it was only a burner phone. Dead end."

"It was a supernatural."

The guys looked at her.

Victoria expounded. "The man I, um, well he said that he, whoever he is, did not want to be there himself because I would know who he was."

"Tor did you just now remember this?"

Victoria nodded. "I'm sorry, Dean."

"No, no, this is good. Okay, so a Supe, who you would know, which makes it one of the normal ones. And he was gonna pick you up the next day?"

Victoria nodded. "Yes."

"So, you were, what, ready?"

Victoria looked at the eldest Winchester. "I suppose?"

"Which explains the evil magic adhered to every fiber of your being."

Sam rubbed his forehead at the angel's comments.

"Right, so who thinks like this?"

Castiel furrowed his brow, "Angels and Demons."

"But which one?"

Jack looked up from his book and looked at Dean.

"I think I might be able to help?"

"What's up kid?"

"I've felt things, off and on, at first I thought they were just normal dreams, but then last night, I saw Aunt Victoria sleeping, next to Uncle Sam. In this room. Like I was here."

Dean shrugged and looked at Cas.

"Jack, can you explain further?"

"It kind of felt like I was being used to look at them."

"Jack, do you mean you walked in your sleep? That's not unusual or anything." Sam was trying to comfort the Nephilim.

"No, it was like I a tool."

Dean could sense Cas tense up.

"Cas?"

"It must be Lucifer."

"Son of a bitch!" Dean was already on the phone.

Two minutes later Cas appeared with Rowena and Crowley.

Crowley had a brandy in his hand and Rowena a cup of tea.

"I really wasn't prepared to come now dears, I was working on the contraption for our little problem." The witch nodded toward Victoria. "Of which I'm almost done. But from the looks of your lady, she will not be able to handle it."

"What?"

Rowena handed her cup to Castiel and sat on the edge of the bed. "Samuel, what I have made will store the black magic in a container that can be siphoned out of Victoria. While the machine is pulling out her blood, I will recite a spell and the magic will be contained in a glass spelled jar. Then her cleaned blood will be put back into her. But this will not be an easy process, it will be very taxing, and from the way she looks now, it will kill her."

"Oh mother, such a breath of fresh air."

Cas scowled at Crowley.

Crowley sat in a chair opposite Jack. "Hello Jack, I'm your Uncle Crowley."

Cas audibly growled.

"Now, now, Angel, don't be jealous."

"Shut up." Dean had enough. "We've got a problem to figure out, and our Chosen One is gonna have to sit it out."

"Not necessarily, Dean."

He looked at her. "Oh no, you're not trying to convince me to let you not drink the holy water, are you? You're not? Nah, that couldn't happen."

"No, just long enough for Rowena to siphon it out of me."

The witch gave a pained smile, "It's not that easy dearie. When you are full of the magic, it is too strong, I cannot beckon it out."

Victoria rested her head against the headboard. "So, I'm too weak, and then I'm too strong? So, I'm either evil or like this?"

No one said anything.

"We'll just find something to make you stronger, without the evil." Sam smiled sadly.

Victoria nodded and smiled sweetly at him. "Of course."

Dean, on the other hand, was pissed. "We can't frickin' win!" He angrily got up and stomped off to the living quarters.

Everyone in the room followed.

"Dean." Sam slightly pleaded.

The group was standing around in a circle, Mary had joined them. Cas, Tor, and Jack were huddled in a group, the others were more spread out,

"No, Sam, everything we try, every solution has a hitch. Nothing is ever straightforward, ever. Tor lived 30 years with, somehow, a regular life as a Chosen One until she met us! Now? Now she's been kidnapped, tortured, drugged, sent to an alternate universe, and has evil injected into her veins. And now she can barely stand up! And to top it all off, frickin' Lucifer is back?!"

A "whoosh" entered their midst, and in the middle of their lopsided circle stood the fallen Angel himself. "Hey guys, am I interrupting something?"

Angel blades were drawn all around.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, first off, you guys know those won't do anything. Secondly, I'm just here to talk. Kinda."

Lucifer winked at Sam. "Hey Sammy."

Sam winced and Victoria reached for his hand.

"Victoria, hey girl! So, I'm not in your sister anymore. Huh."

Victoria swallowed the lump rising in her throat.

"Hey Red. You're still kicking. Kay. Crowley, I have been waiting to see you again. Just you wait."

Crowley nervously straightened his tie.

"Mary Mary quite contrary." Mary gripped her angel blade.

"Dean. Look at you, all tall and proud and…" Lucifer clicked his tongue "Just taking command huh?"

Cas steadied himself and took the slightest step forward.

"No, no, no, no," Lucifer wagged his finger, "Don't be brave little brother. I can hear the void call your name."

Lucifer looked to Jack, who was standing behind Victoria. "Son, I have waited so long to see you. Why do you look like the trench coat?"

"He is my dad."

Lucifer's eyes flashed red. "Your dad? Right. Because he's the one that can get into your head and make you erase sigils and spy on your super-hot Aunt, right?" He looked toward Victoria, "Must run in the family."

Jack stepped backwards and clenched his fists. "What…?"

"Oh, kiddo. You're mine all the way. But whatever. Try to deny your parentage. It'll come back to get you." He looked disgusted, "Always does."

Lucifer looked towards Victoria. "I know I said super-hot, but right now, ya kinda look like crap. I guess Red figured out some Holy Water and Dead Sea Salt would expel the nice evil I put in you. Didn't you like it, didn't it feel, free?"

"You?" Victoria muttered. "Why?"

"Why not?" Lucifer scratched his stubble. "I got back here from that terrible place you threw me into with a spell and some stuff. And I decided I like it here. I like it here so much that I'm gonna make it better. That's right, earth's new Master."

Everyone looked decidedly unimpressed.

Lucifer cleared his throat with feigned embarrassment. "Look, it makes sense, right? You, me, the kid? Taking over the world? I mean, Chuck's gone, with Auntie Dear. The kid will have endless potential. You can kill any supe that gets in the way, even better than me, and I can take the humans. And the kid will be the heir."

Everyone was confused, and some were disgusted.

"You wanted me to be your, what, bride?"

Lucifer bit his lower lip, furrowed his brow, and comically shook his head. "Yeah, not looking like that."

Victoria could feel Sam tense. She leaned against him, one, because she was weak, and two, to calm him. She could not hear Lucifer's thoughts because even trying to do so would be too taxing.

"But yeah, that was my plan."

"I am mortal."

"Oh, making you immortal is super easy. Like, that." He snapped his fingers and Victoria fell to the ground clutching her stomach.

"But, you're kinda weak now. Which, really, is kinda awesome. I mean yeah, I wanted an evil, powerful bride by my side, with the kid, rule the world. Happy family. But this, this puts me at another type of advantage. Here I am, with all of you, in one room. And my son, who has limitless power, that is easy to…"

Victoria put all her energy into listening. She knew what Lucifer was going to do to Jack. She mustered up all her strength and stood in front of him, just in time for Lucifer to slice her throat with an archangel blade he somehow produced.

"Seriously? Ugh."

"No!" Jack screamed as Sam held his Aunt's now lifeless body. His eyes glowed gold as he looked at his father.

"Now, Son, this isn't what I meant." Lucifer was backing up, but he attempted to lunge at his son with the blade once more.

"I. Am. Not. Your. Son.!" Jack's rage, his power, was funneled into his hands. As he faced his palms towards Lucifer he felt what Victoria told him to control. "Get down!" He shouted to the others as his light consumed his father.

All that remained of Lucifer was his grace, swirling above the group.

Sam held Victoria in his arms, too shocked to even cry. Castiel came over and laid his hands on her forehead. "I can't…"

"I know, Cas." Sam managed to utter. "I know."

Jack sat by his uncle and looked at his aunt. This couldn't be the end.

Dean sat down right where he was. Mary came over to him and held him. Rowena and Crowley looked away, as they knew this wasn't their moment. Even demons and witches can sometimes have respect.

"I, she's not.." Jack ran his fingers along his aunt's forehead.

The cut on her neck had stopped bleeding, it was drying, and the effect looked like some 1970's horror movie.

The room was silent, as if everyone in it had accepted their situation. They knew Victoria was a Chosen One, they would be unable to get her back. They all just stayed there, frozen, hoping for a miracle.

"Victoria?"

Victoria looked around the room / laboratory. She saw Ezekiel sitting at a desk and smiled.

"I'm dead?"

He nodded. "You are in Heaven, yes."

"Makes sense." She looked around. "This is what my soul generated?"

Ezekiel sighed. "I was planning on redecorating."

Victoria hugged him. "I am so sorry."

"No, it was not your fault."

"Sam, is he going to be all right?"

Ezekiel smiled. "Victoria, this is not your time. You are here simply because you're waiting."

"I don't understand?"

"This is not your time because this room is not ready. This was your heaven before you met the Winchesters. Next time, you'll be waiting on Sam, or he will already be here."

"But he's not my soulmate."

"No, but he's close enough. There would be no heaven for you without the Winchesters."

"You saw what happened?"

He nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. I am sorry, I could not help."

"No, I understand."

"You must go back."

Victoria stood motionless, thinking. "Are Heaven and Earth time the same?"

Ezekiel furrowed his brow, asking an inaudible question.

"Can I make some stops up here first?"

"Ah" Ezekiel replied with understanding. "Your sister."

"Among others."

Victoria looked around the house. She saw Mary in the kitchen with a newborn Sam and toddler Dean. They were not real, but there was a soul here who was. She watched as John Winchester came into the kitchen, kissed Mary on the cheek and tossed Dean up into the air. He blew raspberries on Sam's tummy before going out into the garage to work on the Impala. Victoria decided to meet him out there.

"John?"

The man bumped his head on the raised hood as she startled him.

"Son-of-a-bitch! Who the hell are you?"

Victoria inwardly smiled.

"I'm Victoria Doyle. I know your sons."

John looked confused for only a second before sitting down on an upside down five-gallon bucket. He nodded as he held his head. "Yeah, this is too good to be true."

"No, it is true." She placed her hand on his head to relieve the pain. "It is as real as anything else."

"What's going on?"

"Your sons…" Victoria paused, breathed deeply, and sighed. "Are extraordinary men. They take the weight of the world, and all its sorrow upon themselves. They are heroes, but there is one thing they lack."

John looked puzzled. "Are you an Angel?"

Victoria chuckled. "No, but thank you."

"What do they need?"

"You."

"Well, Victoria Doyle, I'm dead, so…"

"I'll rephrase, they need your approval."

"Again, I'm dead."

"You can write. I can transport."

"So, what? I'm just supposed to write down how I feel about them?"

Victoria Doyle crouched in front of him, so they would be eye to eye. "I do not know you John Winchester. I have only been acquainted with a parallel time version of you where you were a dick."

John looked taken aback.

"I don't know how you are here. I do know those boys of yours will appreciate a letter from you, in your hand, explaining how you're proud of them. I'll pick it up on my way out." Victoria paused. "No, I won't, Ezekiel will give it to me."

Victoria looked back before going out of the garage. "They turn into wonderful men, John Winchester, you should be proud."

"I am."

Mrs. Turner was playing a game of checkers with her husband. They truly were soulmates. Victoria watched them from a distance. She got to see Mrs. Turner bring out a box of Oreos and a pot of coffee to the couple's screened porch. They were laughing and talking as each one tried to cheat while the other was looking away.

They were on the farm, in the house Victoria had burned. But here it was, perfect, homey, idyllic. Exactly what Mrs. Turner deserved.

Victoria wiped a tear away that had fallen down her cheek.

Victoria smiled as she saw her sister playing with all her kids, including Jack. He was a baby in her heaven, and Victoria wasn't going to tell her otherwise.

"Vicky?" Elizabeth came running to her with Jack in her arms. "Isn't he precious?"

"He's beautiful." Victoria replied, the tiniest hint of tears in her eyes.

"Where's Sam?"

"He's at home. He had to work on a case."

"Oh, right. He's so busy that boy of yours."

In Elizabeth's Heaven, Victoria was a part. So was Sam. This made Victoria feel as if she had been punched in the gut by an angel.

"I have some supper ready, if you're hungry. David will be back soon. One of the parishioners fell off their roof while putting up Christmas lights. Can you imagine?"

Victoria chuckled. "They're all right I'm guessing."

"Oh, just fine, well, I do hate to admit this, but I think they are enjoying the extra bit of attention. And who wouldn't?"

"True." Victoria smiled.

"So, I'm guessing Dean, and Mary, and Cas are coming for dinner too? On Christmas?"

"They are. We are all looking forward to it. What am I bringing again?"

"Ambrosia salad. Like you do every year."

Victoria had always been a part of her sister's heaven. She quickly hugged her, being aware of baby Jack.

"Lizzie, I love you."

"Well, of course you do, sister of mine." She smiled brightly and Victoria felt her breath catch in her throat.

"You are happy?"

"Vicky, I have never been happier."

"Thank you."

"For what, Victoria?"

"Bending the rules."

Ezekiel looked at her without a trace of arrogance, "I make the rules."

"Well, then, I suppose it is a good thing to have you on my side."

"There is nowhere else I would be." Ezekiel pulled her face to his and kissed her forehead. "It is time. Next time I see you, it will be on Earth, where you belong."

Crowley suddenly had an idea. He even thought at the moment it may have not been the best idea, but it was an idea, and since he was Crowley, he would try it, nonetheless. Crowley was the type of demon who was always ready for whatever. He prided himself on his survivalist abilities, providing his suit wasn't damaged. He pulled out a glass vial and held it towards the swirling grace. Just as he anticipated, the grace went right in.

Crowley had archangel grace in a bottle. Lucifer's nonetheless. This was useful. This was very useful. He noticed his mother's eyes on him. He rolled his own towards the ceiling. She was not going to be his moral compass, not now, not ever. He was a demon, what compass could he even possibly have? He had archangel grace. He should be on his way. But his idea persevered. Who she was, who the boy was, who they all were, he enjoyed having on his side. They were power, and they were useful. He knew he would never get archangel grace again. So, with a heavy heart, or whatever he had, he went about his plan.

Crowley walked over to Victoria, opened her mouth, and uncapped the grace. No one stopped him, surprisingly. He was expecting much fanfare. He realized Ezekiel was in the room.

"You stopped them?"

"I did."

"Why, Angel?"

"Because it was meant to be." With that he was gone.

Crowley moved away from Victoria, and suddenly the room was once more alive.

"What did you do?" Sam began to furiously play with Victoria's hair, as if that could undo whatever Crowley did.

Jack looked up at the demon, hopeful.

Dean was fuming, there was no other word for it, and Cas had his hand up.

"Calm down, and look." Crowley was really tired of this group doubting his intentions.

Victoria's neck healed and she instantly jolted awake. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of dark violet. She rolled her neck from side to side. She turned to look at Sam. "Hey."

He breathed out a relieved laugh and hugged her. "Tor, you were…"

Victoria pulled away, "Dead, I know." She felt the letters Ezekiel put in her hands. There were three.

"What are those?" Dean asked.

"Messages, from Heaven." She handed one to him, one to Sam, and one to Mary. "They are from John."

She turned to her nephew and smiled broadly. "Jack."

He hugged her tightly. "Did you see my mom?"

"I did. She is so happy. A version of you is with her, up there, in Heaven."

Sam, Dean, and Mary looked at their letters and turned them over and over in their hands.

Dean coughed a little before grabbing Tor and hugging her tightly to him. "Thank you." He whispered into her ear.

Victoria's eyes were still purple. Not shining purple, just purple.

"Umm, Tor, your eyes."

"Yes Dean. I have archangel grace in me that does not belong." She looked to Crowley. "But, it made me alive again, and can be easily remedied. I will doubt you less next time."

"Thanks darling, means the world to me."

Victoria chuckled in spite of herself. She felt good. Like run a marathon good. She wanted to instantly get back to training, but that wasn't what was needed. She looked at Rowena. "I'm guessing we can siphon my blood now?"

"Yes, Victoria, I believe we can."