A/N: Y'all are in for a treat, after last chapter was so short, this one is pretty long (at least by my standards). Love you all for leaving me such fantastic reviews, and I hope you continue to enjoy the story! Also, I am SO bad at writing fight sequences, so please bare with me.

Ellie watched in horror as the shifter took her own teenage form, her old skin falling to the floor with an awful squelching noise. Aliyah bent her neck to the side before turning and spitting a mouthful of teeth out.

"Ah, you look perfect," Victor smiled once the shifter walked towards them, looking down at her Ellie body, "Let me hear something."

Aliyah cleared her throat, then looked at Ellie with a scared expression, "Dad, help! It's a shifter!"

Ellie tightened her jaw as she listened to her own voice out of that body. She had been listening to their plan, and knew that there was a chance that it might actually work. She suddenly remembered about her angel blade that was tucked in her boot, and wiggled to the side before stealing a glance down her right boot.

"Looking for this, darling?" Victor grinned, and when Ellie looked up she realized he was holding her blade, swinging it nonchalantly side to side. "Did you really think I wouldn't search you for weapons?"

"You do seem pretty dumb," Ellie shrugged, her lips pursed.

Victor stepped close to her, the end of the blade pressed under her chin to force her face upwards. He took a few heavy breathes, jabbing it so hard Ellie could feel a small cut forming.

"You," Victor shook his head, pulling the blade back, "I really just want to kill you, but that would defeat the purpose."

"Which is what, exactly?" Ellie asked.

Victor wiggled his lips as he contemplated what he was going to say, his eyes narrowed down at the teenager, "I guess since you'll be dead in a few hours it doesn't matter if I tell you."

"Oh goodie," Ellie responded sarcastically.

"You're a little brat, you know that?" Victor chuckled, shaking his head, "I want your family dead."

Ellie swallowed down the lump forming in her throat, trying to focus on taking slow even breathes to not alarm him to the emotion she was feeling. "Why?"

"Why not?" Victor threw his arms to the side, smiling. "Everyone hates the Winchesters."

"So it's not even a good reason?" Ellie scoffed, shaking her head. "You just want us dead for shits and giggles?"

"Oh, there's a reason, sweetheart," Victor narrowed his eyes, "When I was a human, Sam and Dean and that damn angel killed my wife."

"Sounds like a mercy killing, if she had to be married to you," Ellie muttered, rolling her eyes.

Victor held up a finger and closed his eyes, his lips tightened together, "Molly was…she was the best thing to ever happen to me. Then we were camping and she got bit."

"Vamp or werewolf?" Ellie tilted her head to the side.

"Werewolf," Victor replied quietly, "I tried to keep her from feeding, I tied her up in the basement. She got out and…"

"And she fed, so my dad and my uncles killed her," Ellie supplied, sighing, "You had to know that it was going to happen."

"I could've found a way to fix her," Victor shouted, pointing the angel blade at Ellie, "But your goddamn family ruined everything. Now that I'm a demon, I can avenge my Molly."

"What the hell does this have to do with her?" Ellie asked, jutting her chin over to motion to a still unconscious Addy. "She's not a Winchester."

Victor shook his head with a small smile, looking down at the ground, "Don't pay attention, do you? Who do you think was the werewolf that turned my wife?"

Ellie scrunched her face up in confusion, then began shaking her head when he realized where he was going, "No, Garth doesn't eat human hearts. He wouldn't have turned her."

"Doesn't matter if it was him directly," Victor let out a deep breath, "I did some looking and found out that the only wolf pack in the area at the time Molly was turned was the Myers. You know of them, right? They're the one who your Uncle Garth used to live with."

"Okay well, you're barking up the wrong tree here, no pun intended," Ellie shook her head, "There's no way that anyone in Garth's old pack turned your wife."

"There is nothing you can say to change my mind, little girl," Victor shrugged, "I know that Garth and his family will come to rescue poor Addy here with your daddy and uncles, and I'll get my revenge."

"You think you can take on a werewolf, four hunters, an angel, and the king of hell with you and a shapeshifter?" Ellie snorted, her eyebrows raised, "You're even more dumb than I thought."

"Don't you worry about my plan," Victor crouched on his knees in front of her, dragging the edge of the blade down Ellie's cheek, "You just sit here and look pretty."

Dean was sitting on one of the chairs in the hotel room as Heather, Link, and Garth began to make a plan for their assault on the warehouse. Crowley had left, stating he wanted to do some more recon. He pulled out his phone and checked to make sure he didn't have any missed calls from Sam.

"Should we go check on them?" Cass whispered from across the table, "Garrett and Sam have been gone for a while."

"Nah," Dean shrugged, putting his phone back into his pocket, "They're both just having a tough time, I'm sure they went down to grab a snack or something."

"Or they went to go find the girls," Cass murmured.

"How, the keys to Ellie's car are right there," Dean gestured to the dresser across the room, then patted his right front pocket, "And mine are—"

Dean placed his palm flat against his thigh, his eyes immediately jumping up to meet Cass' gaze. He stood up and began rubbing all of his pockets, then closed his eyes and threw his head back.

"Son of a bitch!"

"What's wrong?" Heather walked over, a concerned look on her face.

"My keys are missing," Dean replied gruffly, "I'm assuming Sam took them."

"But he went to go check on…" Link drifted off, sighing loudly. "Shit."

"Shit is right," Dean nodded, pulling out his phone and calling his brother. It went straight to voicemail, and Dean closed his eyes and gripped the device tightly in his hand so he didn't throw it.

"We have to go," Cass stood up, breathing heavily.

"We'll take Ellie's car," Dean grumbled, snatching her keys off of the dresser, "Meet you there."

"Okay," Garth nodded, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder, "Don't go bursting in guns-a-blazing until we get there."

"I can't promise anything."

Sam parked the impala a few hundred feet down the road from the warehouse, he and Garrett both breathing deeply. He looked over to the younger man who was reaching for the door handle and placed a hand on his chest.

"Hold up," Sam stopped him, looking pointedly towards the building. He saw something in the distance and reached under the seat for the binoculars, pulling them up to his face. He sighed as he looked through them, then handed them to Garrett. There were two large men outside one of the doors, their arms crossed as they spoke to each other. "We need to get some supplies out of the trunk."

"How are we going to do that without them spotting us?" Garrett groaned.

"They can't see us from here," Sam replied, "Plus we're both wearing dark colors. We just have to be quiet."

"Okay," Garrett nodded, setting the binoculars on the seat next to him and taking a deep breath.

"Hey, you okay?" Sam furrowed his brow. Sometimes he forgot that Garrett was only nineteen, and while hunters grow up fast, he was still barely an adult.

"I'm fine," Garrett let out a sharp breath, then turned back to Sam, "Let's do this."

Once Sam and Garrett stepped out of the impala and moved to the back of the trunk, they both had to hide their surprise when they saw Crowley leaning against a tree.

"What the hell, Crowley?" Sam hissed, his hands on his hips.

"I knew as soon as both of you overgrown mammals left the hotel you were planning to do something stupid," Crowley walked slowly towards them, his hands in his pockets, "But I didn't realize it was something this stupid."

"We're saving Ellie and Addy," Garrett growled as Sam opened the trunk.

"Yes, I kind of figured that out myself, thank you," Crowley smiled sarcastically at the young man, "Moose, I gather you've realized by now that Victor is not alone?"

"Yup."

"And?"

"We'll handle it," Sam shoved an angel blade at Garrett, who took it and swung it around in the air a few times.

"Seriously?" Crowley scoffed, leaning to try and catch Sam's gaze from inside the trunk, "There are five demons in there that I've counted, and who knows what else."

"Okay," Sam nodded, pulling out a flask of holy water.

"Sam," Crowley spoke quietly now, trying to make the hunter realize the seriousness of the situation, "If you think that you and this teenager can take them all on then—"

"Crowley," Sam stood up and closed his eyes, his fists clenching at his sides, "Are you going to help us or not?"

Crowley rolled his eyes, then tilted his head at Garrett, "Of course I am. I can't let my favorite tiny hunter get killed now, can I?"

"Then let's go."

Dean sped in Ellie's Tahoe down the road, weaving in and out of traffic that he was surprised to see at almost one in the morning.

"Dean, what's the plan when we get there?" Cass asked quietly from the passenger seat, his hand unconsciously gripping the car door handle due to Dean's erratic driving.

"We go in, save Ellie and Addy, kill the monster," Dean growled, "Like always."

"Of course," Cass responded, fighting the urge to roll his eyes, "But what if…"

"What if what, Cass?" Dean asked roughly.

"Nothing," Cass whispered, turning to look out the window.

"You mean what if Ellie's dead?"

"That's not what I—"

"Because don't think I haven't thought of that," Dean gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white, "Ever since we found her phone in that goddamn alley, that's all I've been worried about."

"I know, Dean," Cass spoke softly, "She's one of the strongest people I've ever met, I'm sure she's okay."

"God I hope so," Dean whispered more to himself than to Cass, shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes.

Ellie watched as Victor and the Ellie-shifter whispered to each other from across the room, shaking her head. Suddenly she heard a whining and snapped her head to the left, letting out a sigh of relief when she realized Addy was moving.

"Addy," she whispered, turning back to make sure Victor wasn't watching before she carefully scooted closer to her. "Addy, it's me. It's Ellie."

"They took you too?" Addy replied meekly, and when she lifted her head Ellie tried to contain the gasp that was coming from her throat. Addy was a beautiful woman, who always had her brightly colored hair perfectly curled and amazing make up that showed off her bright blue eyes. Now, though, her hair was limp and sticking to her face, and her eye make up had dripped down her face, presumably from crying.

"We're gonna be okay," Ellie forced a smile, "I was worried, you haven't really moved since I got here."

"He hasn't fed me," Addy responded, opening and closing her mouth to try and wet her tongue, "I'm just really weak."

"It's all gonna be okay, my dad will find us," Ellie nodded.

"I hope they hurry," Addy whimpered as she managed to sit up, tilting her body to show Ellie the large gash on her side that was covered in dry and fresh blood, "He didn't mean to stab me, it happened when I was trying to fight him off. I've been losing blood ever since."

Ellie felt her stomach drop as she looked at the puddle of blood under Addy that had previously been covered by her body. She knew Addy looked pale, but she figured it was just due to the stress her body was under from being kidnapped. Now Ellie was worried that Addy had lost too much blood, and she knew that they had to figure out a way out, and soon.

"Ah, it's showtime," Victor clapped his hands together and swayed over to Ellie with two old rags and a few bandanas.

"What are you talking about?" Ellie asked before the demon shoved the rag into her mouth, holding it in place with the bandana he tied around her neck.

"And you, my dear," Victor turned to Addy, who curled against the wall with a terrified expression, "You too."

Addy gagged as he put the rag into her mouth, her body heaving as he pushed her already weak body onto the hard floor. Ellie tried to yell at him to leave her alone, but was unable to make any comprehensible words come out due to the gag. Victor rolled his eyes at her and made a zipping motion on his mouth, then reached over for a large tarp and covered Addy's body with it.

"Let's do this," Victor raised his eyebrows excitedly.

Sam and Garrett snuck towards the warehouse, keeping to the tree line as they watched the main door. They waited until Crowley appeared directly behind one of the demons before Garrett lunged out and wrapped his hand around the second demon's mouth, keeping him quiet as he stuck the blade through his chest, killing him. Sam jogged up and nodded to Crowley, who reached out and grabbed Garrett's shoulder, teleporting him inside. They had made a plan for Crowley and Garrett to fight off the demons, while Sam would focus on finding the girls and killing any monsters in his way.

As Sam walked into the warehouse, the demon killing knife in his hand, his eyes searched the immediate area. He couldn't find any threats and slowly continued walking, closing his eyes with a wince when the door he opened creaked. The next room was a large one, and Sam began scanning the floor when his eyes landed on Ellie tied up in a corner. He let out a shaky breath and began running towards her, tears burning his eyes.

"Dad, no!"

Sam stopped and whipped around, his eyes bulging when he saw another Ellie running towards him, her arms stretched out.

"El…Ellie?"

"Dad that's not me," she cried out, pointing to the girl tied up on the floor, "It's a shifter, they want you to get close to it so she can kill you."

Sam turned and looked at the girl on the floor whose eyes had tears streaming from them, making strangulated noises through the material in her mouth. He looked back to the other Ellie, his face confused as he shook his head.

"Don't you have any silver? Come here and touch me with it," she said, holding her hands palm up, "I'll prove it to you, Dad."

Sam took one last look at the girl on the floor before he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his silver switch blade, extending the knife and slowly taking steps towards the girl.

Garrett and Crowley killed the last of the demons after a quick fight, Garrett reaching up to wipe blood off of his face. He turned and looked at Crowley, shrugging.

"Guess you're not so bad after all," he chuckled.

"I'm glad you finally see that," Crowley rolled his eyes as he used his coat to wipe off his angel blade. "Now let's go, we need to find Vic—"

"Oh Crowley," Victor walked into the room, holding an angel blade between his hands as he tapped the tips of his fingers against his mouth, "You killed all of my friends."

"You do know that I'm your king, don't you?" Crowley raised an eyebrow.

"You do know that I don't care, don't you?" Victor narrowed his eyes at him mockingly, then looked over to the young man, "You must be Garrett, right? Little Miss Winchester has told me all about you."

"Where is she?" Garrett hissed, his blade at his side as he turned to directly face the demon. When he looked at the blade that Victor was holding, he felt his insides burn. On the side was Ellie's name carved from her thirteenth birthday, when Cass had given it to her as a gift.

"I wouldn't worry about her, buddy boy," Victor said before lunging towards the young man, the blade swiping and barely slicing into Garrett's right arm, the pain making him throw his own angel blade across the room. He grabbed the cut and looked up just as Crowley interjected, fighting hand to hand with Victor.

The two demons fought for a few minutes before Victor was able to turn and kick Crowley through the wall into another room. He then shook his head and turned back to Garrett, who was just about to grab the handle of his blade and stepped on his fingers. Garrett cried out in pain and looked up before yanking his hand out from under the demon's boot. He grabbed his hand and shook it, trying to use the adrenaline coursing through his body to ignore the pain. Victor backed up and chuckled as Garrett stood back up, holding his fists up.

"Seriously, boy?" Victor held his hands out, "You think you can kill me with a few wittle punches?"

Victor swung his blade out and managed to catch Garrett's side, effectively slicing it open and causing blood to flow out of his abdomen at an alarming rate. Garrett dropped his hands and fell to his knees, shaking his head in defeat. Victor scoffed and walked forward, the blade pointed directly at the young hunter's chest.

"Tell you what, I'll make it quick. Just because you tried so hard," Victor smiled sickly before he moved to rearrange the blade in his hand, giving Garrett just enough time to snap his hands up and turn the blade around, stabbing it into the demon's sternum.

"You didn't try hard enough," Garrett hissed as he gave one last push on the handle of the blade, watching as Victor lit up from the inside as he died.

Ellie watched from where she was bound, tears falling freely down her cheeks onto the bandana as her father approached the shifter. She was pushing with every ounce of strength her mouth had to try and force the rag out, or at least down so she could say that one word, just one stupid word so her father would know that the girl he was walking towards was not his daughter.

She watched as Sam got closer, holding his blade out to test the shifter. Ellie was confused at first, but when she saw the top of a knife peeking out from the fake Ellie's boot she knew what the plan was. Sam was going to get close enough to test the shifter, but it would be too late. She would kill him. Ellie forced herself to calm down enough to focus on her gag, pushing with her tongue as hard as she could to get the rag to the side of one of her cheeks. Sam was only a few feet away now, the shifter looking past him and straight into Ellie's eyes, the smallest flick of a smile on her face.

Ellie finally felt the rag give way, and she shoved it onto the floor before biting the bandana and shoving it down onto her chin.

"Poughkeepsie!"

Sam immediately tightened his jaw and lunged for the shifter, the small silver blade brushing against her neck. She hissed as the skin burned, and she reached into her boot and pulled out the machete she had stored there.

They began fighting, and Sam quickly realized he was out-knifed. He tried using some boxing maneuvers, but the end of the shifter's machete kept coming dangerously close any time he got near her. She was eventually able to knock him onto the ground, a smirk on her face as she held the machete above his head, prepared to strike down. Just as she lifted up, Sam watched as a silver point came through her chest, and she slowly looked down, her head lolling to the side quickly followed by her limp body. Sam sighed in relief when he realized it was Dean, and let his head flop back onto the hard floor.

"Couldn't wait for us, huh?" Dean helped his brother off of the floor, then waved to the group of people entering the warehouse.

Sam immediately ran over to Ellie, who was openly crying on the floor. He grabbed her face and looked at her eyes before pulling her head to his chest. She shoved her nose into his shirt, her body shaking with sobs.

"Wait, wait," Ellie pulled away as Dean began to untie her from behind, "Addy, she's under that tarp, she's lost a lot of blood."

Heather, Link, and Garth all rushed over to uncover Addy, untying her and pulling her up to a sitting position. She whimpered and drifted in and out of consciousness as they lifted her to her feet, her arms draped around Link and Garth.

"She needs a hospital," Heather choked out a quick sob, relieved that her daughter was alive.

"I can heal her," Cass spoke up, "But it's probably best if we do it at the motel."

"Okay, thank you," Heather nodded as they helped Addy towards the door.

Ellie looked around the room as Dean finished untying her ankles, her eyes huge with worry, "Wait, where's Garrett?"

Dean and Sam looked at each other, their faces full of concern.

"Crowley," Sam turned and shouted, getting to his feet and running across the large room. Ellie stood up and shoved Dean and Cass away, limping after her father.

"Stop," she moaned as they tried to stop her, "I just twisted my ankle."

"Ellie let me heal you," Cass put two fingers out, and Ellie slapped them away.

"After we find Garrett," she sniffed, turning back to follow Sam down a narrow hallway. She tried to take several deep breathes, her eyes still burning from crying earlier.

"In here," Sam shouted, and Ellie hopped as fast as she could towards his voice, her head whipping as she got to the only open door. She saw Garrett lying on the ground, his hand covered in blood over a large gash on his abdomen. Ellie cried his name and ran over, sliding on the cement to grab his head. Sam was already taking off his shirt and placing pressure on the wound, making Garrett wince and hiss in pain.

"Garrett," Ellie sobbed, one hand on his cheek and the other one behind his neck. "You're gonna be okay."

"I know," Garrett forced a smile up at her, his eyes taking a long time to reopen each time he blinked, "Perks of dating a girl…a girl with an angel for an uncle."

Ellie rolled her eyes and smiled, looking up to the ceiling before she sighed, "You are such a dork."

Cass and Dean soon entered, and the angel rushed over and placed his hand over Garrett's abdomen, the familiar white light shining from his palm as he began the healing process.

"Whoa, that feels weird," Garrett tried to lift his head to watch, but dropped it back onto Ellie's lap.

"I know," Ellie chuckled, "It kind of feels warm and cold at the same time."

"Oh," Garrett coughed suddenly, his hand slowly pulling up towards Ellie, "I stole this back for you."

Ellie looked at his hand and smiled when she saw her angel blade in his hand, her name engraved on the side. She took it from him and set it down next to her legs, then looked back at his face as Cass finished.

"How do you feel, bud?" Dean asked from where he stood at the doorway, his arms crossed.

Garrett took a deep breath and nodded, shrugging, "I feel sore, but much better."

"You'll need a lot of sleep," Cass explained as he stood up.

"That sounds amazing," Garrett chuckled as he sat up, pulling at his torn shirt, "Aw man, this was one of your favorites, El."

Ellie shook her head and playfully shoved his shoulder before she stood up, "You're an ass."

Garrett slowly stood, then turned and grabbed Ellie's face in his hands. "And you're a brat. But you're my brat."

"You know I love you, right?" Ellie asked quietly, sighing. Garrett smiled and gave her a quick wink before lowering his head down, capturing her lips in a kiss. Sam, Dean, and Cass silently decided together that this was a moment to let the couple be, and quietly walked out of the room.

"I'm so sorry," Garrett whispered when he finally pulled away. "I shouldn't have—"

"Shut up," Ellie reached up and placed her whole hand over his mouth, "We had our first fight. I'm sure there will be many more to come for you to apologize for. For now, can we please go take the longest nap ever?"

"Ugh," Garrett moaned, leaning down to kiss her nose, "You're the best girlfriend ever."

Ellie smiled as he dropped his hands from her face and intertwined their fingers, pulling her towards the doorway.

"I'm aware."