Will was laying down in the backseat, her head and shoulders on her sister's lap and her legs and feet on Bobby's lap. The Impala hit a bump and she moaned.
"Dude." She said. "One more bump and I will kick you in the back of the head."
"Sorry." Dean apologized. He had been trying to watch the bumps, but the back road they were on had a lot of them.
"You okay, Will?" Chey asked, worry evident in her voice. The fourteen-year-old was gently carding her hand trough the other girl's short hair.
"I'm fine, kiddo." The seventeen-year-old said, offering the younger girl a weak smile.
"Here." Sam said, reaching over the seat and offering Chey some pills and a bottle of water. "Give these to her."
Will raised up a hand and knocked the pills from the man's hand, hissing when the movement caused her pain. "Fuck off." She said.
"Look kid." Dean said in an annoyed voice. "He's trying to help." He knew the girl had reason to hate Sam, but Dean also knew that it was killing his little brother.
"I don't need his help." Will growled out.
"Don't look like it from where I'm sitting." Dean remarked.
"Well I'd love to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get my head that far up my own ass."
Despite having just been insulted, Dean smiled. Will had a lot of spunk, she reminded him of himself.
"Willow." Bobby's voice boomed. "Take the pills, now."
"Yes Sir." She sighed, as Sam handed Chey more pills. The younger girl gently helped Will raise her head and take the pills and a sip of water.
Yep. Dean thought. She really did remind him of himself, he wouldn't argue with Bobby when he used that tone either.
They rode in silence for a several minutes, and the medicine helped Will drift off to sleep.
"You should get some sleep too." Bobby told the fourteen-year-old. Chey looked exhausted. "Have you had any sleep over the past week?"
"Not much." The teen admitted.
"Lay your head back and sleep." Bobby's voice was gentle, but the young girl knew it was an order. She nodded and leaned back, within a few moments she too was asleep.
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Dean pulled the car to a stop outside a small rundown motel, six hours later. Dean went into the office and rented one room with two beds, it was the biggest room they had and he wanted all of them to stay in the same room for safety. He made sure to rent the room with cash, so there would be no way to track it. Dean went back to the car and drove it to the very end of the motel.
"Cheyenne." Bobby said, reaching over and gently shaking the teen awake. She opened her eyes and looked around.
"Where are we?" She asked.
"A motel." Bobby replied. "We'll stay here for a few days while Will recovers."
Cheyenne gently raised her sleeping sister's head up so she could slide out of the car. Bobby did the same thing to her legs. Dean once again carefully lifted the teen and carried her into the room and placed her onto one of the beds. Will didn't wake up during the trip.
"I'm going out for food." Sam said. He looked at Chey, "What do you want to eat?"
"Nothing, but can you get Will some soup?" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill. The young girl was hungry, but that was the last of their money.
"Chey." Bobby said. "Don't worry, kid. Sam here has enough money to get your sister some soup. And you something to eat, I know you have to be starving. When was the last time you ate?"
"Yesterday morning." She admitted. "Had some crackers." Then her eyes got wide. "Don't tell Will, she'll be pissed if she knew I gave her the last of the food we had. Even though she's done it for me more then a few times."
"It'll be our secret." Bobby winked at her. "Now give Sam your food order?"
"Chicken salad if you can find one." She said.
Sam nodded, then left. He already knew what Bobby and Dean ate.
"She'll be okay, won't she?" Chey asked, as she watched her slumbering sister.
"She'll be just fine." Bobby assured her.
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Half an hour later, Will was still sleeping. The others were sitting at a table eating.
"Chey." Bobby said. "The main honcho came after you two, why?"
"Guess Will pissed them off." The young girl said, but she lowered her eyes.
"Wrong answer." Bobby said, his voice taking a sterner tone. "Dicky boy is a public figure. He wouldn't risk being seen if it wasn't something more then just being pissed. Now answer the question."
"I can't." She sighed.
"Why not?" Bobby wanted to know.
Cheyenne glanced over at her slumbering sister. "Will said not to tell anyone. It's her place to decide if you should know, not mine."
"Well we're saying to tell us." Dean said. "And right now, we out rank your sister."
"I can't Bobby." She said, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Please understand."
"I do, Chey." Bobby said.
"Well I don't." Dean snapped.
"Dean." Bobby said. "Will and Chey were raised like you and Sam. They were raised as hunters, and as soldiers. Chey was given a direct order, she can't disobey it."
"Following Will's orders is what's kept me alive for fourteen years." The young teen said. "She can be a major pain in the ass at times, but her orders are given with a reason. I follow her orders just like we both follow Dad's."
"I get it." Dean sighed.
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Willow woke up, but left her eyes closed. She could hear a quite conversation coming from across the room, one of the voices were her sisters. She opened her eyes and sat up. She saw Bobby, Dean, Sam, and Cheyenne sitting at a small table.
"Will." Chey smiled in relief. "How are you feeling?"
"Just fine, come here."
"Why?"
"Just do it." Will snapped.
Chey immediately stood up and walked over to her older sister. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." The older teen replied. "But new rule, I don't want you anywhere near that dickwad." She glared at Sam.
"Hey!" Dean protested. "That dickwad helped save your ass from the Leviathans."
"Don't care." Will said, still glaring at Sam. "You even think about touching my sister, and you will be dead before you hit the floor."
"Will." Chey sighed. "He's a good guy, really he is."
"Cheyenne." Will's voice was hard. "I'm giving you a direct order, you are not to be alone with him under any circumstance. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Dean saw the dejected look on Sam's face, and his blood boiled. He was about to open his mouth, but Sam placed a hand on his arm to stop him.
"She has a right to be angry." Sam said. Then he looked at Will. "I am truly sorry for what I did; there is no excuse for it. But I am a different man now, I will not hurt you."
"Just keep your distance."
Sam nodded.
"Come on, Will." Chey said. "How about some soup?"
"A greasy bacon cheeseburger sounds better." The older teen said. "But I doubt my stomach could handle it right now, so soup sounds good."
Chey retrieved the soup and handed it to her sister.
"Where's your?" She asked.
"I ate a chicken salad a few minutes ago."
Will nodded and started drinking the soup. "Hey Bobby." She said. "I really do appreciate this, I know Chey and I wouldn't stand a chance alone against them."
"Not a problem." Bobby assured her.
Then the teen looked at Dean and Sam. "Thank you." She said to them, even though she gave Sam a scowl when she thanked him. "I know you're putting your necks on the chopping block going up against the Leviathans."
"We enjoy pissing them off." Dean said with a smirk. "It's kinda of a hobby."
She looked at Bobby once more. "They won't stop coming after us."
"Don't worry, we've got your back." Bobby assured her.
"There's something I should tell you." She drank the last of her soup and laid the empty Styrofoam cup down on the bedside table. "We've got something that they want."
"Do you want me to get it?" Chey asked her sister.
"Yeah."
The younger teen nodded, then knelt beside one of the duffels and started rummaging through it.
"When you came after the knife." She said, looking at Sam. "You thought it was a demon's knife?"
"Yes."
"You were wrong." She looked at Bobby. "I want your word that Dickwad over there won't try to steal it. I don't trust his word, but I do yours. You say he's okay, and I will put the past behind me and not shoot him in the nut sack at the earliest chance."
"He's not the same man he was a year ago." Bobby said. "I trust him with my life, and with yours. He's a good man."
Chey pulled a knife from the bag and started to hand it to her sister.
"Hand it to Bobby." Will said.
Chey nodded and handed the knife to Bobby.
The knife's handle was white with red symbols etched into it. The blade was six inches long and serrated, and looked very sharp. As did the large tip of the blade. There were more symbols etched into the blade.
"Is this what I think this is?" Bobby asked, as he stared at the knife.
"Yes Sir." Will said. "That's why they're after us. They want this knife."
"Does it work on them?" Bobby asked.
"It doesn't kill them, but it makes them hurt. Almost as much as the cleaner."
"They were in Hell, they can probably harvest the power of it. Or at least a good chunk of it." Bobby said.
"Mind filling Sammy and me in?" Dean asked.
"I thought it was just a myth." Sam said, looking at the knife in Bobby's hands.
"Okay." Dean sighed. "Would someone mind filling me in?"
"Thousands of yeas ago." Sam said. "It's legend that Satan had a sword, a sword that could kill anything. Including God himself. Five garrisons of angels snuck into Hell and stole the sword, to prevent the devil from using it on God. But once the sword was removed from Hell, it started glowing and floating in midair. Then there was a bright flash of light. Once the light disappeared, the sword had turned into this knife. It had lost most of its power. But I always thought that it was just a bunch of bull."
"Me too." Bobby said.
"So did we." Will said. "Then Dad and me took out a group of demons, one of which had that knife."
"Why didn't you tell me about it?" Bobby asked.
"Dad said not too."
"And why didn't your Dad tell me?"
"You know why." Will said.
"Kelly?"
"Yes Sir."
"Who's Kelly?" Dean asked.
"Our sister." Will replied.
"There's more of you?" Dean asked with a fake groan.
"Not anymore." Will said.
"I'm sorry." Dean said.
"Kelly was Dad's first born. She died when she was three, killed by a vamp out for revenge against Dad. I never met her, I wasn't born until five years later."
"Why did your Dad want the knife?" Dean asked. "To kill a vamp, all you have to do is cut its head off."
"Legend goes." Bobby said. "That if you kill something with this knife, and chant a very old Latin chant, then you can absorb the power of whatever you kill."
"And their memories." Will said. "Dad's plan was to kill a vamp, then use it's memories to wipe out all of the vamps."
"He hasn't tried it yet?" Dean asked.
"He never found the correct chant." Will informed him. "But he looked, he was obsessed about it."
Bobby handed the knife back to Chey, who returned it to the duffle bag.
"We can't let them get the knife." Will said.
"We won't." Dean assured her. "Looks like the three Musketeers just turned into the fabulous five."
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Hope you enjoyed it, I will update as soon as I can. Hopefully this weekend.