AN (Please Read!!):

1. Even though the chapter is called "Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things" this is going to mainly about Adie's time at the Roadhouse because I never really liked that episode lol. After this "episode" is done it will go back to following the episodes.

2..SUPERNATURAL WON THE POLL. lol So because there are so many minor characters in the show just REVIEW and tell me which character from Supernatural you want for the Sam pairing. Once I have a couple of different characters I'll put a poll up so you can vote. :)

3. Even though right now the Buffy/Angel category is in third place I kept getting ideas of characters from that universe kept popping into my head, so I'm going to add them to the story. That doesn't mean the poll doesn't count it just means some of the characters will be in the story.

Don't worry the story is still going to be mainly about Adie/Sam/Dean and you don't have to have watched the show to know what's going on. The chapters are still going to be named after episodes and everything. It wont be a problem if a another show wins the poll either.

4. Thanks for the all the reviews, alerts, and votes! I really appreciate them.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYERR OR ANGEL THE SERIES

FULL Chldren't Shouldn't Play With Dead Things Part 1:

It was about a day after we left Gordon tied up when Dean stopped at a diner in the middle of nowhere. I don't think Dean had noticed, but Sam was acting strange. He was more silent then usual, and kept staring out the window, not one argument or sarcastic comment from either of them, and we were in the car for hours.

That was why when Dean stopped at diner, I went straight inside with Sam instead of stretching my legs outside while Dean checked on the 'weird noise' he heard while driving.

"What's up?" I asked as I sat down across the table from Sam and grabbed a menu. He didn't answer so I sighed and slapped the menu down on the table. "Earth to Sammy!"

"What?" Sam finally looked up and I rolled my eyes.

"What's going on with you?"

"Nothing." I rolled my eyes again, it was a bad habit I had when around the brothers.

"You've been all sensitive and 'share your feelings' lately and now your holding stuff in?"

A waitress came up and asked us what we wanted to order. I rattled off Sam and Dean's usual favorite orders and chicken fingers for me, still looking at Sam waiting for him to answer.

Sam raised his eyebrows and I just stared at him. "I'm worried about what Lenore said. The two of us are connected to a demon and the yellow eyed demon said he had plans for me and the 'children like me' before dad died."

"Oh." I took a sip of water. I had a sudden flashback of Sam and Dean visiting their mom's grave and Dean being suspicious of a grave near their mothers. I ignored it for now, I'd tell them later. "We should tell Dean about that."

Sam's face looked resigned. "He's not going to like that."

"Not like what?" Dean sat down next to Sam and looked at us suspiciously.

Sam and I looked at each other before I answered Dean. "Lenore told me and Sam something…interesting."

Dean looked even more suspicious, and even a little angry that we didn't tell him something. "How interesting?"

We didn't have to answer right away because the waitress came back with our food. After she left, Dean looked at me and Sam.

It was Sam's turn to explain. "When we were driving her to the rest of the nest, she told us that Adie and I are connected a demon."

"Well that's great, can you pass the ketchup Adie?"

"Don't be an ass Dean." Sam said.

"Why not? We just spent hours in a car, and you couldn't think of a time to tell me the two of you are connected to a Demon?"

Dean was yelling now and some of the people in the diner were looking at us. I smiled at them and looked at Dean. "Do you want to say that a little louder? I don't think the cooks heard you."

Dean just got up and walked outside. Sam followed and threw some money on the table muttering something that sounded like 'asshole' underneath his breath. I sighed and threw some of my food into a napkin before following the two of them outside, I wasn't going to be hungry just because Dean's new hobby seemed to be overreacting to everything.

When I walking to the Impala I could see Sam and Dean arguing but by the time I was in earshot they were both in the car. Dean drove away, Sam's jaw was clenched and he was looking away from Dean, if no one said anything soon Sam was probably going to explode.

"What?" I asked, Dean had said something and I wasn't paying attention.

"I said, did she tell you anything else?"

"No. But she gave us her number."

"Did you learn to pick up vampire chicks in college?" Dean asked Sam.

Sam chuckled before closing his eyes to go to sleep.

"That's it?" I asked, slightly confused.

"What can we do? You two are probably connected to the yellow eyed demon, but we don't know where he is. So we hunt."

"But, what about…you….never mind." If Dean and Sam weren't going to make a big deal out of it right now neither was I.

We had been driving for about another two hours listening to AC/DC, when Sam finally spoke. "We should visit mom's grave."

"What?" Dean asked. I stayed silent; I had forgotten to tell them that I remembered they were going to go there.

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"It's stupid. She doesn't even have a grave; there was no body after the fire. Her headstone is just a slab of granite paid for by her uncle, a man we never even met."

"That's not the point."

"Then what is?"

"Her memory."

"We should go over to the Roadhouse; we haven't heard anything about the yellow eyed demon from Ash. We can see if he has any info on what Lenore told you two." Now Dean was just making excuses, a few hours ago he was fine with just taking jobs till we ran into something that had to do with the demon.

Sam was perfectly calm. "That's a great idea. Just drop me off at her grave and I'll hitch a ride to the Roadhouse and meet you there later."

Dean scoffed. "Yeah right. Stuck there making awkward small talk waiting for you to come. I don't think so."

"I'll go to the Roadhouse." Sam and Dean both looked at me, surprised.

"What?" I asked them. "You two can pay respects to your mom, and I can look for signs of the yellow eyed demon with Ellen and them."

Sam looked at me questioningly. He knew that Jo and I had a tolerate/bitch at each other relationship, and a day stuck with her at the roadhouse might end in violence.

"If you're sure." Dean said, he looked a little skeptical to.

I nodded my head. "I'm sure."

It wasn't long before Dean made it to the Roadhouse. I had called Ellen a few miles back and asked her if I could take her up on her offer of an extra bed. She didn't have a problem with it, as long as I made myself useful, which made me smile. Ellen was a mom deep down and she wouldn't let me sit around doing nothing when I could be doing something productive. Even Ash did some work.

Now that we were actually there it made me slightly nervous. Sure I volunteered for it, but Dean's earlier words were stuck in my head, and I hoped my stay would consist of more then awkward small talk.

I was interrupted from my thoughts by the sound of Sam and Dean talking.

"You should bring this to." Dean was filling a book bag with hunter gear; salt, guns, silver, and even a knife. The knife wasn't very special, which was just as well, I never really learned how to really use it in a fight.

"Have you had any other flashbacks?" Sam asked from where he leaning against the Impala watching Dean with an amused expression.

"Nope." I had told them in the car that I remembered them finding a case when visiting their mom's grave. That made them even more skeptical about why I wanted to go to the Roadhouse, I usually would jump at the chance to help, but I just shrugged them off. At least my warning about the case would save Dean from having to hear Sam's skepticism about it.

Finally Dean was done packing the book bag and I slugged it over my shoulder. Dean was looking at the Roadhouse like he wanted to go in but he seemed to change his mind.

I hugged Dean good bye. "Just relax when your on the hunt, no overreacting."

Dean let go of me and smirked as if to say he was making no promises.

I hugged Sam and we both told each other, "No fighting" at the same time.

We both looked at each other and started to laugh. I gave Sam my best 'innocent' look. "Who would I fight with?"

He just shook his head with amusement. "You know who."

Of course I knew who he was talking about, Jo. That didn't mean I couldn't mess with him.

Dean was looking at us much the same way he had in the diner, suspicious. "Who are you talking about?"

"Hmmm I wonder if Ellen could teach me how to be a bartender?" I called over my shoulder as I walked away with the book bag full of weapons and my duffel bag of clothes. I could hear Sam laughing and evading Dean's question. We both knew that if I walked into the Roadhouse and just started to bartend it would seem like I was trying to take Jo's place, which would just piss her off.

I felt weird knowing Sam and Dean wouldn't be at the Roadhouse with me. I hadn't been separated from them since I 'appeared', at least not for more then a few hours. Now I felt exposed, alone. I almost turned back around and told them to forget it. I would tell Ellen that I decided to go on the hunt, but I didn't, that would just lead to more questions.

The truth was I didn't really like going to cemeteries. It wasn't so much the cemeteries as it was mourning the loved one. I felt uncomfortable around people when they were mourning someone I didn't know, it was personal, and I never knew what to say. So staying at the Roadhouse was a better alternative, the hole in my gut from the absence of Sam and Dean was just an unsuspected consequence.

When I walked in to the Roadhouse it was instantly cooler then the hot air outside. There were two people sitting at a table. A woman with auburn hair that looked a little older then me, and a middle aged man with glasses and dressed in tweed. I didn't pay much attention to them (even though a man wearing tweed in a place like the Roadhouse was surprising) and walked towards the bar where Ellen was cleaning.

"That's ridiculous!" I was surprised to hear the man speak with a British accent.

Ellen absentmindedly passed me a beer, and I took a sip. She was watching the couple at the table so I turned around to look at them.

"I'm not lowering the price any more then that Ripper. I have another buyer in Berlin that is willing to pay up front." The woman answered with a smirk. She too had a British accent and I was curious why they were at the Roadhouse.

The man tensed when she called him 'Ripper' and leaned forward talking lower. I couldn't hear the words clearly but his tone sounded threatening but I caught the words 'deal' 'moral values' and 'owe'.

She rolled her eyes when he said 'moral values' as if the concept was absurd, but by the time he stopped talking she handed him a package and walked out with a "I'll be seeing you around then Ellen?". I eyed her as she walked out and noticed her clothes were expensive, very expensive. My best friend Nicki would have killed for those clothes.

She hadn't even acknowledged me, but I wasn't sure if I was offended or glad. She looked like the type that couldn't say a sentence without adding some sort of insult.

Judging from the expression on Ellen's face, which went from annoyed when the woman spoke to her to mildly amused when she looked at the man still sitting at the table, my guess wasn't too far off.

The man got up from his seat at the table and without having to ask Ellen gave him a shot of whiskey. He drank it in one gulp after muttering "bloody bint"

"Is a book really worth dealing with that thing?" Ellen asked the man.

I assumed that 'that thing' was the woman.

"This one is. It's original from the 15th century – "

I cut him off before he could start what sounded like was going to be a boring speech. "Who was that?"

"That heartless woman was Bella Talbolt." The man didn't miss a beat, as if he was used to being interrupted from making speeches.

When I just looked at him blankly the man continued. "She's a thief that deals in the supernatural; and she's soddin' rich because of it."

I nodded my head. "Well, she seemed charming."

The man snorted into his cup.

Ellen smiled. "Adie this is Rupert Giles. Rupert this is Cassidy."

"How could I forget my manners?" Rupert offered me his hand.

I shook it and smiled at him. I liked him, he had a good aura about him plus he looked like he was an amusing drunk. "You can call me Adie."

"Adies traveling with the Winchester boys."

"Good man their father." Rupert raised his shot glass and drank it after announcing, "To John Winchester." His words were slightly slurred now.

I raised my eyebrows. I didn't' recognize the man from what I remembered of the show. "You knew John Winchester?"

"It's a long story that's better told when he's sober." Ellen noticed my bags. "You can put those out back. Down the hallway and use the second door to the left." Rupert was mumbling something as he poured himself more whiskey.

"Thanks." I replied and followed her directions. The room was a decent size with a full sized bed a dresser with a mirror and an old TV. The furniture was a little old fashioned but I liked it.

I put my stuff down made sure my phone was on volume so that I would hear it if Dean or Sam called and walked back to the bar.

Just as I walked out from the hallway the front door opened and a blond walked in. She looked shocked to see me and I smirked, Ellen must not have told her I was coming.

"Hey Jo."

I'm just going to end it here for now lol. I promise more will happen in the next chapter and it will be more interesting. And see? Only a little bit of Buffy/Angel characters, there going to be added little by little and won't be in every chapter.

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