Thirty Two

When Dean and I arrived at the junk yard, Bobby was out the front waiting for us. I was nervous as I got out of the impala but my trepidation faded quickly when I saw Bobby smiling apologetically at me. As I walked up the porch steps he enveloped me in a hug.

"Rayne, I'm sorry, can you forgive a surly old coot for being a moron?" he asked me as he pulled away. I nodded.

"Bobby, you may be an idjit, but you are my idjit. I love you like a father, more than my own father to be honest. So I can forgive you on one condition." I said.

"What's that?" Bobby asked.

"You treat Dylan exactly like you did before." I said looking into his face, he smiled again.

"Of course." he said hugging me again.

"How is she?" Dean asked. Bobby's smile faded. I felt my stomach drop.

"Oh no what?" I said, I tried to hide the panic in my voice but it was unmistakable.

"There has been no change, she hasn't woken up. When we got back Cas was already here with her. He has been trying to fix her ever since." he frowned.

"At least she's not any worse." Dean said placing an arm around my shoulder, trying to comfort me. I nodded and stifled a yawn, it felt like it had been days since I had last slept.

"You look exhausted Rayne, you should head upstairs, have a shower and get some rest." Bobby suggested. I shook my head.

"What if something happens to Dylan?" I countered.

"We would wake you up straight away." Dean said giving me a squeeze.

"Go on." said Bobby in a very fatherly fashion. This made me grin.

"Yes sir!" I mock saluted and Dean let me go. As I walked into the house I thought I heard Dean whisper my name to Bobby but I shrugged it off. I poked my head into the lounge room to see Sam sprawled out on one of the couches fast asleep. His head was on one armrest and the majority of his legs hung over the other side. He looked like he was trying to sleep in a toddler bed. It was pretty comical. I crept up the stairs not wanting to wake him or disturb Cas from whatever he was doing. When I got to the top of the landing I heard furry paws scrambling on the floor boards. I saw three cats bound down the hallway towards me. Tiger, Zeke and Lancelot ran up and rubbed around my ankles.

"Hey guys," I whispered as I bent down to pat each one in turn. I looked around for Lady Flufflypants and Breya, down the hall, right at Dylan's door, Lady Flufflypants was lying down. I walked up to her and she gave a soft meow, she pawed gently at the door and knelt down to pat her.

"It's ok Lady, she will be fine, it'll be ok," I soothed as I rubbed her behind the ears. I wasn't quite sure who I was trying to convince, the kitten or myself. Lady Fluffypants settled into a ball by the door and I got back up, Breya was nowhere in sight and I was slightly worried, but I decided she would come out when she was ready. I opened the door to my room to see everything exactly the same as the last time I was in there, except for one small difference, my jumper that I usually wore to bed, that I had left on the big armchair was now in a pile on my bed. I went to move the jumper and heard a small meow, Breya was curled up in the jumper.

"She kept meowing for you for days until Bobby found something that smelled like you." I heard Deans voice say behind me. I turned around and he was standing in the doorway. I sat down on the bed and lifted Breya up, snuggling her into my chest, she nuzzled me and began to purr loudly.

"I missed you too Breya." I whispered to the kitten before smiling up at Dean.

"Nice room." he said with a grin. My room was pretty simple. I had dark furniture, a few paintings on the wall, a purple bedspread, a big armchair and a huge bookcase. There were also books piled here there and everywhere, my 'to read list' was forever growing. I also had a huge black wooden trunk full of hunting gear at the foot of my bed. I saw Deans eyes flick to the photos on the wall, there was one large frame with a picture of my parents the day they got married and another frame that was meant to hold twenty photos, only five of the spots were filled. One was of me and Dylan pulling a stupid face, another was the two of us smiling, one was me with Dylan and Bobby when I was quite young. The last two were pictures of me with my father, in both pictures he was unsmiling and grim faced.

"I keep meaning to take more photos," I explained, "but being a hunter doesn't leave much time for happy snaps."

"I know what you mean!" Dean laughed, "do you have a camera?" he asked me.

"Of course." I answered.

"I could get a photo of you and Breya." he suggested and I smiled.

"Sure, that would be great."

"So where is the camera?" he asked. I pointed to the bookshelf where my camera was sitting next to my Harry Potter hard covers. Dean walked in and grabbed the camera before turning around and pointing it towards us. I held Breya up slightly and gave a small smile. The flash went off and Breya jumped out of my arms and took off out of the room. Dean and I looked at one another and cracked up.

"Oops!" Dean said chuckling, then he looked at the camera screen, "wow that's a great photo!" he said turning the camera around and showing me. I was shocked, I actually looked happy.

"Thanks Dean." I said quietly.

"You really are beautiful, you know that?" he said softly. I felt myself blush. He moved towards me slowly and I moved towards him. He put the camera down carefully on my wooden trunk and he put his hand on my cheek. My hand move to his chest as his other arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer to him. I tried not to hyperventilate as he bent his head down to press his lips against mine. My heart fluttered and I melted into his strong form. He began to kiss me harder. I moaned softly into his mouth and this spurred him on even more. He moved the hand from my cheek to my hip, pulling me to him, trying to get me as close as possible, one of my hands moved up and I ran it through his hair. We were only concerned with one another when we heard a pointed cough in the doorway. We spun around to see Sam.

"Ah Dean, Rayne, sorry, um, Bobby asked me to come get you Dean, he needs someone to go get Rayne's car and he said that you would know best how to check it over because it is similar to the impala. I didn't mean to interrupt." Sam said awkwardly.

"Thanks Sammy!" Dean growled sarcastically. Sam gave me an apologetic look and I smiled back. Dean made another growling noise and Sam grimaced theatrically before taking the hint.

"Poor Sam." I giggled and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Poor Sam?" he said indignantly. "Poor us getting interrupted, again!"

"You'd better go, Bobby and my baby need you!" I laughed and Dean nodded.

"I'll go get your car and you shower then sleep." he said kissing my forehead.

'Ok please be careful with my mustang!" I told him as he exited the room. I heard him grumbling as he walked down the stairs. Part of me though Bobby had done that on purpose, like he had some kind of radar installed after the incident with Cas to prevent future canoodling in his home. I left my room and searched the hall cupboard for a towel. When I found one that didn't have holes all through it, I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I undressed and started the shower and waited for the hot to come through. That was the problem with these old houses, it took forever for the hot water heater to do its job. When the water was finally warm enough I stepped in. It was heavenly, Days of dirt, grime and general unpleasantness washed away in an instant. I looked at the floor of the shower, it was a mixture of brown and red. Fighting, cutting devils traps directly into skin and digging graves will do that I laughed to myself. When I felt completely clean I dried myself off and went to my room. I changed into a singlet and jeans and decided to read. I think I would have read one page before I was snoring my head off.

I was standing on one of the streets in town with Dean holding my hand. Sam was unloading something from the back of a car.

"So where is she?" Dean asked Sam. Sam shrugged.

"Getting stuff for the pasta I forgot, she will be here soon." he replied. Suddenly a motorbike pulled up beside the impala and a woman in brown leathers disembarked. I looked at Dean, he was staring.

"Hot neighbour." he said with a smirk and I elbowed him. Sam laughed as the woman began to remove her helmet. I watched Deans face go from pervy to grossed out as he realised who it was. I cracked up.

"That'll teach you!" I said giggling at his discomfort.

I woke up. Another weird dream or vision. I only wished I had seen the face of the woman on the bike. Oh well if my previous visions were anything to go by. I would find out who she was soon enough. I jumped up and made my way downstairs, Sam and Dean were on the couch and watching some medical show.

"What are you watching?" I asked not recognising the characters.

"Doctor Sexy." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Never heard of it." I shrugged and Dean turned towards me with a look of disbelief.

"You have never seen Doctor Sexy MD?" he scoffed and I nodded, "well Rayne time for an education!" he patted the spot between him and Sam on the couch. I moved over and sat. Sam grabbed my arm.

"Run while you still can!" he mock whispered.

"Oh ha ha." Dean said flatly before launching into an explanation of who each character was, their back story and who each one had slept with.

"Dude fangirl much?" I whispered to Sam and he grinned.

"You have no idea!" he whispered back. We were giggling away with Dean still obliviously telling us about how Doctor Sexy had been sleeping with Doctor Malone, but she had an evil twin who tricked him into getting her pregnant and when Doctor Malone found out she drove off a cliff, when Dylan walked down the stairs.

"Oh my god! Dylan!" I yelled running towards her. I crushed her into a hug. She stood there for a few seconds looking blank before she hugged me back just as tight.

"Rayne! I'm so so glad you are ok!" she said smiling. I looked her over, she looked different. Her normal bright, cartoon covered clothes were replaced by a black tee and leather pants. I looked at her wings, the violet in her wings was now a darker purple and there was electric blue but there were also a few patches of grey and black that had never been there before. I looked at her feet, she was wearing bright yellow converse so I felt slightly more relieved. At least that hadn't changed.

"You ok Dylan?" Dean asked, he and Sam standing at the couch.

Sure, but for the first time ever I could use some food. Back in a bit." she said moving into the kitchen. I moved back over to the lounge and sat down. The boys sat down either side of me.

"Dude, something is seriously wrong with her!" Dean said worriedly.

"Nah, she's just a bit down after all she's been through." I replied.

"But the black?" Dean sputtered.

"She's done it before, when she was a teen, she did it to be rebellious, funny thing was Bobby barely noticed, he was assuming she was beginning to think more like a hunter. The bright colours were more of a rebellion than black could ever be." I laughed.

"Oh." Dean said and Sam half smiled.

"Rayne may be right Dean, I mean, she has been through a lot, she might need a few days." he said and Dean shrugged, going back to the TV.

"The funniest thing was when she stopped the pseudo rebellion and went back to being her, she decided to dye a pink streak into her hair. Bobby nearly had a stroke!" I laughed and Sam cracked up with me. Dylan came back into the room.

"What's so funny?" she asked looking from me to Sam.

"Rayne was telling us when you dyed the streak in your hair. I can just imagine Bobbys face." Sam snorted.

"He looked like a tomato, isn't that right angelcakes?" I giggled.

"Yeah, he went really red." Dylan smiled, turning and heading back upstairs. My blood ran cold.

"Something is really wrong with her!" I hissed and the boys looked at me in shock.

"What? But you said..." Dean began.

"I know what I said!" I snapped, "but she didn't react!"

"React to what?" Sam raised an eyebrow at me.

"Angelcakes." I said matter of factly. The boys looked at each other.

" Sorry?" Sam asked and I sighed loudly.

"Every since we first met, I have been calling her that and she has always told me off for it, it's our thing. For her not to react..." I shuddered.

"Maybe she just didn't this time." Dean said.

"No, she has always, always done it, no matter what."

"Huh, I suppose it is like if I called you a jerk and you didn't come back with bitch or vice versa it would be a bad sign." Sam mused. Dean sat quiet for a moment before nodding.

"I suppose so." he said putting his arm around me again.

"What can we do?" Sam asked.

"Nothing," I sighed, "we will just have to wait and see."