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Chapter Warnings: Parts of this chapter are rough going. There is mention of and reference to Victoria's body being used in a non-consensual manner by Lucifer while she was kidnapped. There is body shaming (not by any of the main characters). Mentions of a threesome (between Victoria, Dean, and a non-main character that never amounts to anything) and violence.

Chapter 20

No Such Luck

Dean rubbed his forehead, trailing his hand down to his eye. He wanted this to not be real, his little brother had been through so damn much. This girl was making Sammy better, and now they had to go confront a doctor to figure out just what exactly Lucifer had done to Sam's girl. Dean didn't know how many more times his brother could break. Dean knew his brother was strong, stronger than any man should ever have to be, but even steel can only take so much heat.

"What do you want to do Sammy?"

"Get the bastard."

Dean nodded. "You gonna tell Tor?"

"Yeah, I uh, I think we should."

Victoria came into the library, looking back and forth between the hunters. "What is it?" Her blood ran ice cold when she saw the look of anguish and determination in Sam's eyes, causing her arm's hair to stand on end. She subconsciously began rubbing them with her hands. "What is it Sam?"

He swallowed, giving his signature sad smile. "Agent Brooks sent me the name and address of the Doctor whose partial print was found at the warehouse."

Victoria's hands went from arms to her chest, grace scratching at the surface, trying to heal what it ascertained as a damaged heart. She steeled herself, forcing her voice to sound unaffected, "When do you wish to leave?"

"As soon as possible."

She nodded, eyes darting to the side to avoid tears. "I will pack and be ready momentarily." She attempted a small smile and nodded quickly, rushing to her room.

She sat on the bed clutching her chest. She was glad Castiel had not agreed to do a brain dive, that would have caused far too much pain, far too much scratching, she would have tried to claw the foreign grace out with her bare hands. She laid back on the bed, knowing she needed to pack but unable to move. Breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, she was able to steady herself, gathering up enough strength to pack.

Cas, Mary, and Jack were waiting in the main room when Victoria came in. Sam took her bag, kissed his mom, nodded at Cas and Jack and went to the Impala. Dean was already in the driver's seat, waiting for them.

"I wish you didn't have another case so soon Aunt Victoria."

Unable to speak any words, knowing they would be a lie, Victoria pulled her nephew to her in a tight embrace. He returned the hug, confused, but comforted. She hugged Cas and Mary as well and hurried out to the Impala.

One thing the Winchesters had a profound understanding of and reverence for, was silence. Victoria laid down in the backseat, closed her eyes, and prayed for sleep to find her.

Yellow daffodils peeked their heads out around an ancient oak, bringing with them the promise of spring - yellow that resembled freshly churned butter on the outside and a child's drawn sun on the inside. The air was cool, refreshing, a slight breeze blew the blooms lightly, causing them to greet one another. The air smelled of honey, as honeysuckle shared its signature fragrance with all those who happened by. The clouds were light, airy, free from the heaviness of rain. The world was peaceful, calm, quiet, perfect.

She saw him sitting on a bench, watching a man throw a ball for a pack of dogs. The man laughed heartily as the dogs returned the ball over and over, his laugh infectious, sparking joy in her chest. She went to sit by him, watching the happiness of the man throwing the ball.

"This is a change of scene."

"Yes, this is my favorite heaven."

"Who is he?"

"He was one of my charges, decades before you."

"Does he know you're here?"

"No, our presence is undetected by him."

She looked at her hands. "Will it be the same with me?"

"No. I could not bear having you so close in proximity and naïve of my existence. Perhaps it is selfish of me, but you will always be self-aware in Heaven. Having you be otherwise would be unfathomable, I would rather face the void."

She put her head on his shoulder. "I have to tell you something, Ezekiel."

He sensed this, which was why he visited in her dream.

"When Lucifer had me kidnapped and drugged, we think one of the reasons he did so was to have a child with me."

She felt her angel tense.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe. "He wanted the ultimate power combination. A Chosen One and Archangel hybrid. The Chosen One genes cover the existence of the Nephilim ones, which explains why no Angel in existence was made aware of the Nephilim being conceived."

"How? Did he…?"

"No. We think there was a doctor involved, and a surrogate, a misinformed surrogate. We are on our way to the Doctor's now. I am asleep in the back of Dean's car."

Ezekiel searched the perfect falsity of the sky as if hoping to find solace among the comforting illusion. "I tried to find you. I flew over the world hoping your soul would call out to my Grace, as it has on so many other occasions, but I could not locate you, and it terrified me. I had never felt so helpless throughout my existence. I am your Guardian and I could not protect you." His head bowed.

"It is not your job nor anyone else's to protect me."

"It is my job Victoria Doyle. It is what I was created to do."

She smiled slightly. "That man, who we are watching. You are still doing your job even now. Your creation is not owed to me. Or to anyone. Two men, and one rebellious Angel, taught me that sometimes although we are born to do something, that does not necessarily mean we have to do it."

"Their destiny."

Victoria snorted out a chuckle. "Yes."

"The Winchesters were never one to agree to that. Castiel either. However, I choose to protect you. To watch over you. To hear your prayers." He rested his head on top of hers. "I grew more attached to you than the others. Perhaps it was the pie."

Victoria laughed. "I can cook well."

"You do all things well Victoria Doyle."

"You're just partial."

"Yes."

The millennial old being felt his grace burn, white hot. His eyes held the characteristic blue glow of his kind. The woman by his side trusted him, loved him, and although every effort had been made, ensured that he would not reciprocate the sentiments, he did. He was a powerful being, perhaps the most powerful in all of heaven, and his love burned in his grace, seeking revenge. The Chosen One next to him did not sense the rage, the quiet (yet intense) yearn for justice, she only took solace in the warmth.

They stayed side by side on the bench in the former Chosen One's heaven until Victoria Doyle awoke from her slumber by Sam and Dean pulling off the road for gas.

Victoria Doyle rubbed her eyes from sleep as she walked up and down the gas station aisles. She grabbed chips, Cokes, and several candy bars. She dropped it on the counter and pulled some cash out of her back jeans pocket.

The gas station attendant eyed her intently. "You know you're gonna get fat if you eat crap like this, lose your hotness."

She scratched her head and tilted her head to the side. "Excuse me?"

"You're gonna get fat." He kept ringing the stuff up.

Victoria pursed her lips, bit the inside of her cheek, ran her tongue over her teeth, and made a sucking noise due to harshly breathing in air while putting her tongue back down.

"You serious…" She looked at his name tag, "Clark?"

"Yeah, like you're hot, so, this crap is gonna mess that up. Twenty-two sixty-five."

She handed him the cash and scratched her temple. "Look Clark. You look young. So, I'm gonna help you out here, kay? You have no right to comment on my body. Only I have sovereignty over my being." Her eyes burned and she quickly looked to the ground, she looked back up, eyes cooling. "Or I should, as should any other human or any other being. You have a long road ahead of you Clark, don't spend it being a dick. If I want to eat hostess cupcakes…" She took the bag from the counter. "I will. Your saying they will alter my body shape, doesn't matter to me. But it might to someone else. And you might give that person pause to eat. Which is so not cool Clark. So, just shut up and do your job and be frickin' kind Clark. Be kind. Damn, it's not hard."

She walked out of the door, bag in hand.

"You get pie?" Dean asked.

"They only had the crappy little hand pies, but yeah, I got 'em."

Dean clicked his tongue, "That's my girl."

Victoria handed Sam a plastic wrapped dill pickle, swimming in its own juice. "This was the healthiest thing they had."

He took it gingerly. "Umm, thanks?"

"Yeah, if you don't want it, I'll eat it." She said, ripping into a bag of sour straws with her teeth. "Frickin' love pickles."

Dean and Sam looked at each other and shrugged.

"Oh, yeah, Clark in there, total dick. We're stopping back by here on the way home so I can get his mother's phone number and check up on his progress from time to time."

Sam looked in the backseat at his Chosen One, and licked his lips slightly, "You doing okay, Tor?"

"No. But, I'm trying, Sam, as you have done, Dean has done, and Castiel has done. And as my sister did. But no, I am not okay."

Sam's pained looked broke through to her soul. "I will be. With you." She smiled. "You, and your family, are more than I ever hoped to have."

"Our family." Dean corrected.

Sam snorted a laugh and grabbed his girl's hand and squeezed it before turning once more to the front.

Dean cleared his throat. "Tor, uh, no matter what, you're family. And uh,.." He trailed off, breathed in sharply, and continued. "I know I was uh, a total ass about Jack, but uh…" Crap, why was this so frickin' hard? "It won't be like that for you and uh, this, this one." Dean barely made it through that. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, twisting the leather back and forth.

"Because you respect me more than my sister?" She tilted her head slightly and made eye contact in the rearview mirror.

"What? No." Dean could see how she got there. "No, Tor. Liz was frickin' impressive. She loved that kid from the get-go, even knowing how it got there. No, because…" Frickin' feelings. "Because we need you, okay?"

Victoria sighed and opened a bag of chips. "I need you too."

Victoria had called and made an appointment with Dr. Shepherd for the day after the trio started driving. Since that was a better plan of action than storming the office, they stopped at a hotel to get some sleep and just relax.

Sam said he wanted to do some research so Dean asked Victoria if she would accompany him to the hotel bar. With a grin and a smirk from Sam, she agreed. It would distract from her current situation.

"What about that one?" Dean asked, indicating a cute blonde with a group of women.

"Dean." Victoria looked at him with a face of utter disappointment. "She is with a group of women. Who I believe are celebrating a…" She narrowed her eyes, examining further. "Divorce. I mean, go ahead, I could use the entertainment."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Fine."

Victoria played with the glass rim on her bottle of Coke. She tipped the bottle back and forth, focusing on the slight 'clink'.

Her eyes roamed to a woman sitting alone at the end of the bar, looking at her phone, then around the room. She was lovely, striking even. Victoria smiled, enjoying the normalcy. The woman kept biting her lip, her body exhibiting every symptom of being ill at ease. She was anticipatory, waiting, for someone Victoria knew would never show up.

"Her." Victoria indicated with her bottle.

"She's hot."

But hot didn't describe it, not really. Yes, her body was symmetrical, pleasant, attractive, but it went deeper than that. "She's beautiful." Victoria muttered.

"Yeah." Dean scoffed.

Victoria locked eyes with him. "Her app date didn't show. She put a great deal of work into her ensemble and probably does not want to see it go to waste." Victoria examined more closely. "Cop, Detective, Agent maybe? Hum." What was it about her that drew in Victoria? "No, she's not that. But, something like that?"

Dean rolled his eyes, "I could go ask."

"Shh."

He rolled his eyes again and indicated to the bartender he wanted another beer.

She scoffed with the realization. "She's a hunter."

Dean almost spit out his beer. "What?"

"Yes. I believe her date was a monster. Literally. Will you go get her?"

Dean looked annoyed, but he didn't want that woman fighting who knows what by herself. He shrugged off the stool. "Yeah."

They got a booth, with Dean and Victoria on one side and the woman on the other.

"I didn't know there would be three of us, although…" she looked Victoria up and down and bit the side of her lip, "I don't object."

Dean swallowed hard and suddenly became very interested in his beer.

"What are you hunting?" Victoria inquired.

"A man." Cool, calm, collected, unfazed, "Or woman."

Victoria was impressed. "Your date didn't show. Which, he would have to be an idiot to not come see you, so, he must've caught on to your true purpose, a set up. You have a gun hidden in a garter, along with a knife, which I am guessing is silver."

Dean swallowed again.

The woman swirled her whiskey around the solid cube of ice. She looked down at her drink and smiled slightly.

"What are you two hunting?"

Dean cleared his throat. "We're just passing through."

Sam came down with his laptop and stared at the woman in the booth across from Tor and Dean.

"Hello?"

"Hello." It was almost breathed, low, deep, and incredibly sexy.

He seemed to take no notice as she scooted over to allow him to sit by her. He kept his laptop closed and looked anxious.

Victoria sighed. "It's fine Sam. She's a hunter."

Sam looked at her quizzically and opened his laptop. "So, get this, this town has been having multiple murders lately." He pointed to a section on his screen that showed how people were being discovered with their skulls injured and brains removed.

"Wraith." All three muttered simultaneously.

This was fine.

The new unexpected hunt didn't really interrupt anything, well, except for Dean's night.

The woman drank the rest of her drink and finally began talking. "Yes, I am hunting it as well. I have a bit of a psychic ability and I was able to distinguish it on a dating site."

"You saw through it's true nature from a profile?" Sam looked impressed.

She shrugged.

"Awesome." Dean muttered.

"I need a map."

Sam printed one off from the hotel's complimentary technology room and brought it back to the booth. Victoria put it in front of her and closed her eyes.

'Dumb bitch thought I wouldn't catch on. Ha! Stupid hunters, only good for one thing.' He looked at his wrist and extracted his long, sharp feeding spike, licking the tip and looking down on the ground. There lay a young woman, around eighteen, round face, hazel eyes staring up at the ceiling in shock, unused silver knife in her left hand. Her skull was cracked open, cerebral fluid leaking onto the dark-stained oak floor.

Victoria shuddered, eyes opening in shock. Thoughts were one thing, but seeing through the creature's eyes? Sam had his hand on her shoulder, eyes full of concern and surprise. For there, on the printed map, was Victoria's blood, circling the house in which the wraith resided.

The woman gasped. "That's my house."

Dean drove quickly, knowing that saving the victim's life was out of the question, but catching the wraith wasn't. The woman came with them, eyes darting left and right, trying to keep some type of emotional control.

Victoria reached for her hand, thinking some type of physical interaction might ground the woman.

"What are you?" She asked, hand quickly drawing away.

"A Chosen One."

The woman scoffed. "A what?"

"A suped-up hunter." Victoria was tired and did not care to explain the whole 'scattered around the globe' bit.

"So, you're not human?"

Victoria shrugged.

Sam turned around. "Victoria is very human, just with God-given abilities."

The woman scoffed again, "God?"

Dean muttered "Yeah" less than enthusiastically.

"What are your abilities?"

"I can detect locations on a map with my own blood apparently. Did y'all see how that happened?"

"Umm, you were getting a nosebleed, and the blood landed on the print-out and surrounded the location." Sam looked concerned, again.

"Huh." She turned her attention to the woman. "What does this thing want with you?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Bull."

"Can't you just get it out of my head Chosen One?"

"I am not an Angel."

"Angel?!" The woman balked.

The trio forgot just how rare of hunters they were.

Victoria sighed with her entire body. The three of them could've gone in there, killed the wraith, called the authorities, and gone to bed, but this woman complicated things.

"There's a lot of crap in the world." Dean began. "And we've seen a lot of it."

The woman looked down at her hands. "I wasn't always a hunter. This particular wraith killed my mom. I've been able to psychically trace it ever since, but I've never been able to kill it. It never waits around for me."

God, did the Winchesters ever understand the revenge play.

"I have killed other things in my hunt for it, my psychic abilities always helping me."

"What are you going to do after you kill it?"

The woman looked to Victoria. "I don't know."

Sam and Dean looked at each other briefly, knowing where her road would probably lead.

"You have allowed your life to be ruled by one creature. Your free-will taken because of its evil. When we are done, it will be dead. And you must enact your free-will once more."

The woman scoffed. "I don't know what else to do."

"Anything." Victoria scathed. "A hunter's life is not typically a long one. You deserve a long life."

This time the woman took Victoria's hand, regret and sympathy written on her features, "Okay."

The wraith was still there, Victoria could hear it.

I'll leave her a nice present for when she gets here.

What the hell? Victoria nodded to Sam and Dean who pulled silver knives from the trunk.

The woman unlocked the door and went in first, gun drawn.

The wraith was standing in the middle of the living room, confetti, balloons, and streamers everywhere. "27" was written out in balloons that were rising from the dead girl's body.

"Oh hey!" He started, swaying towards the woman, seemingly completely oblivious to the other two hunters and Chosen One in the room, weapons drawn. "Didn't think you'd get here so soon. But someone was waiting on you!" He said in a sing-song voice that was sickening.

The woman dropped the knife with a 'clang' as she ran over to the body. "Max, Max, no please, please." She held the body to her, crying into her hair and busted skull. Max wasn't even supposed to be here tonight. She was supposed to stay at her dorm. She said she was staying at her dorm.

"Well, who do we have here? Hiya! Al didn't say she was bringing friends. Well anyway, I'm Tobias, nice to meet you. Hunters, I guess, and oooh, what are you?"

Sam instinctively stepped in front of Victoria as the wraith assessed her.

"Oh, she's yours huh? Okay. So glad you could make it. We are celebrating Al's twenty-seventh murder! See, she thinks it's me, but I only kill most of them for her." He put his hand on the side of his mouth as if he were whispering to the trio.

The wraith put his hands up in the air and waved them around.

Dean shot the thing, just because he was annoyed. The wraith grunted from the impact and sprung onto Dean, knocking him down. The thing touched Dean's forehead before Sam slung him off his brother. In the quick movement, he was able to touch Sam too.

Dean doubled over, clutching his head. "No, no, no, no." Screams. Heart wrenching screams that echoed right to the center of Victoria's soul. The grace busied itself around her heart, making the itch almost unbearable.

"No, not Sammy, No!" More screams. Whatever Dean was reliving in his head was bad.

Sam was not much better. He was against the wall rocking back and forth muttering almost unintelligible words although Victoria could sometimes hear her name, the name "Jess", "Azazel" and Lucifer's. She tried to shrug off the cold and face the task at hand.

The wraith was skipping around the room. "We're all by ourselves now!"

He touched the head of the woman still holding the body, making her eyes go from mourning to blank.

Crap.

He was on Victoria almost immediately, his hand caressing her cheek. His palm was leathery, decrepit, the skin on it loose. The feeling disgusted her. She turned away in repugnance, but the creature pinned her against the wall. His feeding tube extracted as his thoughts kept wandering to how delicious those brains would be now, all full of terror and imbalance.

Victoria shoved it away from her, forcing it to the other wall. She placed her palm on its forehead and willed it to die, although the thing did not go easily. That was no ordinary wraith. He was stronger, hence Sam and Dean. Victoria knew Sam and Dean would fight with everything they had in them, which was a hell of a lot. And while a wraith was powerful in its psychic abilities, no ordinary wraith would make either Sam or Dean unresponsive in insanity.

Something was not right about these creatures of late, there was something bigger afoot than the creatures themselves even knew, something cataclysmic.

Victoria sat down, fatigued, following the motion of the wraith's lifeless body inching down the wall as she waited for her three companions to come around.

The woman pulled the blanket around her tighter. Victoria sat next to her on the back of the ambulance.

"I'm going to give you a choice."

The woman looked at her companion quizzically.

"You can forget."

"You mean…?"

Victoria sighed, and looked at the two men who were waiting on her, leaning against the Impala. She hoped like hell they hadn't remembered their brief lapse of sanity.

"Everything. Your mother's murder, the wraith, Max, the hunting, everything."

The woman drank tea from a Styrofoam cup, her eyes brimming with tears, causing black streaks to run down her beautiful face. "And replaced with what?"

"A life outside of this, memories that are not truly yours, but could yet be. Happiness."

The woman scoffed, bobbing the tea bag up and down with the string. "I thought you weren't an angel."

"Naw, but I know a guy."

The woman looked at the card in her hand, "Victoria Doyle, Consulting Detective." With a phone number below. And below that, in blue ink. "Text if you need Anything." Why the "A" was capitalized, she could only surmise. To her knowledge she did not know a Victoria Doyle, or why on earth she would ever need a consulting detective. The beautiful woman shrugged as she put the card back into her purse.

She smiled at the woman across from her broadly. They were sitting outside a little café in Denver, Colorado, enjoying the sunshine and live music from inside the restaurant. The day was exceptional, the air pleasant. The dog between them whined for a pat. The two women smiled as they released their entwined hands to pet their dog between them. The beautiful woman gasped as she saw an engagement ring attached to the dog's collar.

She looked at the woman across from her, surprise coloring all her features.

"Ah come on Alice, you knew I was gonna ask."

In response, she pulled her girlfriend's face to hers and kissed her tenderly.

She was happy.