I feel like I'm lying to people. My summery doesn't work very well, if anyone has some ideas for a better summery, let me know! Okay, Show time. Check out the AN at the end of the chapter.

Parking the Impala back into the Men of Letters garage, Dean took a moment to calm himself down. They had one shot at this and if it didn't go the way they hoped, Sam could very well be lost to him. Just the thought made Dean want to destroy something. Something to vent his anger out on. How could he be so stupid? He should have known not to trust this "Ezekiel." Didn't the last several years prove that he couldn't trust angels. Cas was a rarity, hell it had taken awhile to get him on their side, and now Dean had a holy squad playing on his team. He was still sketchy about some of them, Theo being the main problem, but Ruth seemed genuine. He hoped he didn't regret this either.

Scoping out the main floor of the bunker didn't reveal Sam or Kevin so he made his way down an another level, catching sight of Kevin waltzing out of the kitchen with a sandwich in hand.

"Kevin, Sam around?"

Taking a bite of his creation, Kevin mumbled past meat and bread, "He went out, not sure where though. He's been doing that a lot lately."

Dean wanted to curse up a storm. He was sure whoever the hell Ezekiel was, he was out on these field trips, not Sam. But he didn't want to freak Kevin out. Best to play it cool.

"Huh, well let me know if you see him."

Kevin nodded his consent, focusing on his sandwich and headed back toward the library. But Dean stopped him before he got too far.

"We're gonna be having a few guests in a little bit so don't freak out when they get here."

Kevin turned to look at him and Dean caught sight of the small calculating stare his friend was giving him. "What's going on Dean?"

The elder gave a look of innocence. "Nothing, why?"

Kevin raised an eyebrow. "You never just invite people to this place so they have to be important somehow, so what's going on?"

Well, he was in advanced placement. "A hunter got in trouble with the local fuzz during a case and she needs to hide out for a few days. So it'll be her and a couple others."

"You sleep with her?"

Dean was surprised that question came from Kevin. Sam? Sure but Kevin? "What? No." Not that it hadn't crossed his mind. "She's got a boyfriend and I'm not that kind of guy."

Kevin looked a bit shocked from his answer but said the next best thing. "She saved you, didn't she?"

"Okay, she saved my ass back in Nebraska so I'm returning the favor."

Apparently that was all Kevin needed. "Okay."

Dean was left open-mouthed as Kevin turned and walked away, not a bit fazed. "That's it?"

Kevin gave a look back, lettuce and ham peeking out from a corner of his mouth. "Dean, you're simple to the point of being complicated."

With Kevin walking away from him, Dean could only think of one thing. What the hell just happened? But luckily a buzz brought him out of his thoughts and Dean fished the phone from his pocket.

Reading the text sent Dean in a hurry, choosing the storage room as the location for his confrontation. It took him a few minutes but everything was set up the way it needed to be. Checking out his art work, he made sure the door was open, hiding the sigil from view and stuffing the paper into his pocket.

"What do you have in mind?"

"A sigil that would cause an angel to fall into an almost unconscious state, making him recede back and allow the vessel to come forward. You can tell Sam what's happened and he can expel the imposter."

Wiping his hands Dean made his way back to the library, catching sight of Kevin hovering above the tablet.

"Hey Kevin, steer clear of the storage next to the kitchen, I got a project going on. And if you see Sam, try not to let him in there without me."

Dean could practically see the gears turning in Kevin's head as the younger man studied him. "You're being suspicious Dean."

Crap. Kevin would blow his cover without even trying. Maybe an abridged version to satisfy Kevin's curiosity? "Okay, well, I had an idea about all the angels that are taking vessels. So my idea was to use some type of spell or sigil to power down the angel and let the vessel take over. That way they can expel the angel. Thought I'd talk it over with Sam. I was just scoping out the storage room as a possible place to use."

Dean waited as Kevin seemed to think it over. He knew that his friend wasn't stupid, everything he'd been through had hardened the honor student and he was suspicious of nearly everything that could be remotely connected to the supernatural.

"That's not a bad plan. I'll look at the tablet and see if there's anything that could help."

With Kevin back to staring at the tablet, Dean was able to relax a bit, glad that everything was still going according to plan. The slamming of the metal door and footfalls on the spiral staircase had his adrenaline up slightly. Show time.

Dean and Kevin looked up as Sam came walking into the library, a large paper bag in his arms.

"Hey Sam, thought you got kidnapped. Where you been?"

Sam reached a hand into his package, lifting a six pack. "Beer run."

Kevin tossed a quick glance to Dean before looking back at the stone. Dean was thinking the same thing. "That's a long beer run."

His brother gave a chuckle, unloading his bundle. Before Dean could give another retort, a second buzz drew his attention. Lifting the phone from his pocket, Dean nearly sighed in relief when reading the text. Reinforcements were here.

"Hey Sam, listen, don't be mad but I promised a friend that she could stay here for a few days."

Sam's looked over at him, eyebrow raised. "Really? You're letting someone stay here? At the bat cave?"

"Why is everyone so surprised? She's a hunter that got into some trouble and I owe her one. Okay?"

Sam stared at him just like Kevin had. "Is she that hunter from Nebraska?"

"Yeah, she got made on a case and needs a place to lay low. It's her and a couple of others."

"Well, considering you trust her so well, then it must mean she's okay. I got no problem with it."

Dean gave a winning smile, ready to drop another bomb. "I'm glad you feel that way Sammy, because she's outside right now."

If this wasn't such important event Dean might think it funny how Sam and Kevin both snapped up to look at him.

"What?"

Dean grabbed his brother, turning him back around in the direction of the stairs. "You'll like her Sammy. She's almost a mix of both of us. Name's Abby."

Dean was quite surprised when reaching topside.

~~~SPN~~~

"Abby get behind me!"

Both Dean and Sam had their guns pointed at the man that was halfway out of the green Jetta they'd driven to the bunker. No freaking way was this Jack. Last he remembered, the guy's name was Ben.

A few minutes earlier the Winchester brothers had walked up the staircase after shutting the iron door, noticing the small brunette sitting on the trunk of a green, dark-tinted sedan.

Abby's face lit up when catching sight of Dean, hopping down to march over and give him a hug. "Well look at you, been awhile since we last saw each other. You staying out of trouble, Dean?"

Dean couldn't help it. "Depends on the type of trouble. Personally I see you almost every night, stripper pole and Jacuzzi included. Nice wheels by the way."

Abby seemed to get the reference to when Ruth had visited his dream because she gave an impish smile and winked at him. "Just make sure you do me justice. And the vamp wasn't gonna be needing the car anymore, so I recycled. Now, don't tell me the sexy redwood next to you is Sam?"

Hmm, if Dean didn't know any better he would think that Pam got reincarnated or at the least Abby was a close relative.

Sam seemed amused by the flirtatious banter, no doubt thinking in similar veins as Dean, smiling as he reached a hand out to Abby. "Hi, I'm Sam."

Abby bypassed the hand, instead going in for a hug. "Normally I don't hug strange men but what the hell, Dean's not so bad so you probably aren't either. And my God, what's with the tallness? First Dean and now you."

"Don't complain because you're short, Abby."

The tiny brunette released Sam and raised an eyebrow at Dean. "Hey, I'll have you know that my Mom was five-five and Dad was five-eight. You two are just freakishly tall."

Sam cut Dean off before he could add to their argument. "So you got in trouble during a case?"

A complete cover story wasn't something they had discuss so Dean was a little flustered. Why of all days did Sam have to be nosy?

"Yeah, a ghoul wreaking havoc up in Nebraska. Why Nebraska is suddenly the new hot thing confusing me but why not, I guess. Ghoul was a sneaky bastard that screwed me over by eating and becoming a cop's wife before I killed it."

Dean could work with the cover. "That sucks. But hey, like I said, it's fine for you to lay low here. This way I get to meet the lovely Jack that I've heard so much about."

Abby was smirking at him, a glint in her eye. "Oh Dean, I've been waiting for this moment too."

That statement coming from Abby made him wary. Either way Abby gave a light rat-a-tat knock on the trunk, as a signal, because the back door behind the driver opened and a thin-haired man stepped out.

Seeing him caused Dean's reflexes to kick in, hand reaching back and whipping the silver gun from its hiding spot, Sam copying his movement by mere milliseconds.

~~~SPN~~~

"Abby, get behind me."

Ben, as he was known by to the Winchester brothers, refused to look at the guns pointed in his direction, seeming not to care that they would pump him with silver bullets if he made a move. Instead he kept his eyes on Abby, looking maybe to take his cue from her.

"Abby dammit, just listen to me." Dean was so focused he almost didn't catch the unseen push against his gun.

"Relax guys, he's good people."

Dean sent a pleading look in the female hunter's direction. "Please, please, don't tell me this is Jack."

Eyebrows furrowed, Abby flinched back at the accusation. "What? No, Andrew's just a friend."

"Andrew? Is that the name you told her, Ben?" Sam inched his way closer to Abby, probably to maneuver himself as a shield should things get ugly. But alas she danced further away from the brothers and closer to Ben.

"I'm telling you both, Andrew won't hurt me, he's been helping me for quite sometime. Saved my life a few times too. He's okay."

Stifling a grunt, Dean definitely felt the push that time. He looked Ben over, seeing how he held himself tense, keeping most of his body inside the car. Defensive for sure. Sending a glance at Abby, she gave Dean a sharp shake of her head and he could feel the fight slowly leave him, his gun lowering. Sam, on the other hand.

"Does she know Ben? Your secret? Does she know what you are?"

"Sammy, cool it."

Apparently the younger Winchester wasn't done. "How you were gonna attack and bite that family, that little boy, and make them into skin walkers, just like you are."

"That's enough!"

The telling sound of a shotgun loading made everyone pause, Dean's eyes slowly sliding over to look in Abby's direction. Where the hell did that come from?

Abby seemed to read his mind, narrowed golden eyes on him. "Why do you think I wore a baggy jacket Dean?" Those same cold eyes snapped over to Sam, the same place the barrel of her black shotgun was trained on. "And you can stop with the trash talk Sam. I know what Andrew is. I also know what he's done and hasn't done."

That seemed to make it worse. "And yet you let him near you?"

"Hey!" Abby took a step closer to Sam causing Dean to flinch against the telekinetic hold Abby had on him, no doubt anticipating his reaction to a threat against his brother. She narrowed her eyes at Sam, a bit of a snarl curling her lips for a second before her face smoothed over into an unsettling calm.

"I hardly think you have any right to be giving self-righteous speeches. Wouldn't you say so Sam?" Her voice was low and steady but it had the power of a hard uppercut to the stomach. It was a low blow, everyone knew it, but it had the humbling effect she was aiming for because although Sam looked upset, he nodded at her and brought his own gun down.

"Sorry." The word was given to Abby but Sam's eyes trailed over to Ben, or Andrew as he was this time, and he gave the man a nod. "Sorry."

The dark-haired man nodded at Sam and Dean but he refused to move out from the shelter of the car. Dean couldn't blame the guy, they were hunters after all.

"We done then? No more pointing-guns-at-the-skin-walker flip outs?" Abby's eye brow was raised as she looked at the two brothers, apparently waiting for their consent before she dropped her aim. Dean just then noticed the strap that was slung across her chest, figuring the shotgun had been hitched onto her back, concealed by the unzipped jacket she wore.

"Good, that's what I like to hear. His name is Andrew, Ben was his pack name. Also, word of advice, don't get too cocky. I got four more guns on me, all above the waist."

Dean couldn't help look over at Abby's figure when she said the words, trying to find the likely hiding spots but she ignored him, nodding at Andrew. "It's all good."

But the male skin walker refused to budge, his eyes studying the other males before looking to the guns still in their hands. "Not until they put the guns away."

Dean could see the protest on Sam's face and decided to take over. "Sure. Sammy, put the piece away."

Sam gave him a small glare but did as he was told. Now that they were unarmed, Andrew took a moment to stare again before slowly exiting the car completely. It was when Andrew was in clear view that Dean understood his reluctance to leave the Jetta.

Tugging at his shirt to be sure that his gun was out of sight, Dean gave a soft smile to the pair of soft blue eyes that peeked out from behind Andrew's pant leg, a small hand grasping the denim material.

Abby made her way over to the duo, her hand outstretched to the small head of wispy dark blonde hair. "Come here, it's okay."

The child, a boy by the looks of his clothes, gave a shy glance at them before shuffling out from behind Andrew and grabbing Abby's offered hand. He was small, maybe not even four years old, with a round face and slight indentation of dimples in the center of both cheeks. He kept behind Abby as they came closer and man, if that wasn't cute as hell.

"Sam. Dean. This is Jack. Say hello Jack."

Jack stared at them both, his gaze on Sam a bit longer, before offering a quiet hello and once again ducking behind the tiny woman. She looked up at Sam and Dean with a fond smile.

"He's shy with new people."

Dean was speechless while Sam crouched down to say hello. He did not see this coming. "Jack? This is Jack?"

Abby gave him an innocent look but he could see the amusement threatening to overtake her features. "Yeah, who did you think Jack was? A boyfriend?" She didn't hide the smirk this time. It was true, she had never said that Jack was a boyfriend. She loved to mess with him on purpose.

Dean looked over at Andrew who hovered near by, the skin walker's eyes on Abby and Jack. He gave her a nudge and tilted his head toward Andrew.

"How'd you meet up with Rin Tin Tin?"

Abby gave him a dry look before answering, "We were between jobs about two years back, Jack and me were at the park when a stray dog came up to us. Sneaky idea, considering it was a yellow Lab. I mean, I like dogs but the hype around Labs is played out. Naturally I'm suspicious, so I had Jack get up on the play castle thing while I went and petted the dog. I may have accidentally touched him with my silver ring and, what do you know, skin walker. He was not a happy pooch."

At this point she tossed a look at Andrew, who kept his gaze to the ground, a slight red tinge to his cheeks. "But low and behold a German Shepherd came to the rescue, and he's been part of the club since."

Dean opened his mouth for a question but stopped when Jack tugged on Abby's sleeve. "Ma, I'm hungry and I gotta go bathroom."

Dean couldn't help admit how undeniably cute Jack was. It seemed Sam wasn't immune to the child's charm either if the goofy smile was anything to go by.

Taking the lead Dean crouched down, small grin on his face while Jack shuffled a bit behind Abby, hands grabbing at her jeans.

"Hi Jack, I'm Dean. I can make you something really delicious. Anything you wanna eat?"

Jack edged out slowly, looking up at Abby who nodded encouragingly. A small smile curled the child's lips. "Pasta with jammy sauce."

The standing adults smiled at his answer and Dean rolled with it. "I'm afraid I don't know that recipe but maybe you can show me how to make it, okay? But you know what, I make a mean stack of pancakes. That sound good?"

A bigger smile was Dean's reward as Jack got closer, nodding his head to the offer.

Abby gave a soft smile to Dean before ruffling the boy's hair. "Jackie, go ahead with Andrew and Sam while me and Dean get the bags, okay?"

"'Kay Ma."

Sam stepped forward, a possible escort for the blonde child, but Jack turned innocently away and reached out for Andrew's hand. The Winchester brothers exchanged a glance before Sam lead the two visitors to the entrance.

A light smack to his shoulder pulled his attention back to Abby, popping the trunk with her car key. "Don't just stand there mutton-head, come be a gentleman and carry my bags."

"Mutton-head?" Memories of the short angel flashed through his mind for a second.

Abby smirked. "I hear it from Ruth so much it got stuck in my head."

It was quiet for a few seconds as Abby handed him a duffle bag before she slowed and chanced a glance behind his shoulder. "Everything set up?"

"Yeah, got a storage room primed for the whole shebang. I'll lure him in and start up the sigil. You got a plan for yourself?"

In response Abby handed him another bag but this one rattled a bit, giving off a distinctive metallic twinkling. "A whole plethora of A-Blades."

"A-Blades?"

Abby shrugged her shoulders. "You got a squatter, last thing I need is for him to hear a particular word that begins with an A and ends with Ngelic."

Dean could work with it. But something still irked him. Tossing a quick glance over his shoulder and finding the coast clear, Dean spoke lowly, "Why bring a kid to the angelic royal rumble? Hell, why bring a kid into this kind of world?"

Abby's mouth morphed into a slight frown. "Don't start Dean. We got Malachi and Bartholomew having their pissing match at the same time as Malachi's manhunt for his missing prisoners, not to mention Abaddon's diabolical plans for me. So taking into account all these special circumstances, where can I find the safest place against evil supernatural forces for a child? Can you tell me Dean?"

"Okay, relax. Normally I would agree with you but we have a loose nuke inside my brother. I don't see how that's any better. Plus, you got a skin walker for a nanny!"

Dean's frustration and nerves were leaking into his tirade and Abby's comeback was a hard invisible shove that had him skidding back several inches.

"Okay first off *shove* you don't tell me how to raise Jack. Alright? You have no idea what we've been through. Secondly, *shove* don't talk about Andrew that way, he's saved my life and Jack's countless times already so unless you're me or him, and would you look at that Dean, you don't have a vagina or are three feet tall either, so *shove* you have no right to talk crap about him. I've known him for two years, what about you Dean? How long have you known Andrew? Two? Three days? And finally, like I told Sam," This time Abby jabbed a finger in Dean's chest, staring up at him, her golden eyes bright with wrath and voice somber in tone. "I don't need any self-righteous speeches. From him or you."

With that, Abby turned from Dean and walked stiff-legged back to the car, fishing out a duffle bag and a Ninja Turtles backpack. She lifted them to her shoulders but sighed and placed them back. "I'm only the backup Dean. If this goes the way it's suppose to, you won't even need me. We'll leave after that so don't worry."

God he was being a dick. "No listen, the whole plan is making me nervous and I'm freaking out about Sam so right now I'm taking it out on you, okay? I'm sorry I was talking crap about Andrew and telling you how to raise Jack."

Abby studied him for a few seconds before she gave a crooked grin and raised eyebrow, "You know, after this talk we can have a slumber party. You can braid my hair and I'll even do your nails."

Her barb was playful and Dean was happy to still have himself a friend. "Can we wear pajamas?"

Abby rolled her eyes, getting her discarded bags, "No."

"Even better."

Dean was happy to hear her laugh, getting confidant that they could do this. The imposter would be booted out from Casa de la Winchester, then Ezal would come and heal up his brother. But the relief was short-lived when watching Abby reach for Jack's bag, her sleeve pulling up a bit to reveal distinctive scars.

"Where did you get those scars, Abby?"

The tiny brunette seemed confused for a second before automatically pulling down her jacket sleeve. "Nothing."

Dean moved quickly, grabbing her wrist and yanking her against him, tugging at her jacket. "Abby, these are bite marks. From a dog."

"Dean, let go of me."

He tightened his grip when he felt her struggling, giving her jacket a slight jerk. "Where did you get them? What gave them?"

"Yo' momma, that's who! Now let go Dean!"

"Abby, answer me."

He was sure it was the soft tone of his voice but either way the younger woman stopped struggling, staring back at Dean. Her voice was a whisper, "I told you, he wasn't a happy puppy."

His heart rate was rising, the possibility that Abby could be a skin walker scaring him. If any hunters found out, she'd be killed. Both her and Andrew. Jack would be alone. Son of a bitch.

"Abby, are you a skin walker?"

Abby didn't answer him but she pawed at his belt, pulling the silver knife from its hiding spot. Slowly, without taking her eyes off Dean's face, she slide the blade against her skin, a small trail of blood following its path. Nothing. No reaction.

"I didn't get infected. I'm fine."

The relief that he wouldn't possibly have to kill another friend was unbelievable. Benny had been devastating, he wasn't sure what Abby would do to him; that was how deep his attachment was. He could count on one hand how many friends he had left and he was tired of losing them.

"Should I come back later?"

Both parties were brought out of their daze, spying Sam's head peeking out the bunker door. "Jack's been asking for you."

It was then that Dean became aware of how close he had brought Abby against him and he instantly released her, putting some distance between them. Abby rubbed at her wrist while giving Sam a smile. "Can't disappoint my Jackie, I'll be there in two shakes."

The younger Winchester slid his eyes between the two friends before ducking back in, leaving a loaded silence behind. Abby refused to met Dean's eyes and she shouldered her bags.

"You coming in Dean?"

"You gotta get out Abby."

His statement made Abby stop, looking over at him with an eyebrow raised. "What?"

"Abby, you have Jack to consider and, no offense to Andrew, but having a skin walker around will bring danger to both of you."

"Dean…"

"No, Abby," Dean stepped in front of the brunette, keeping her in place. "Jack needs a real life, and you're still young. You can get out."

"No, Dean." The smile she gave him was sad. "I honestly can't. I was born into this world. It's in my blood and it's in Jack's blood."

Dean's eyebrow furrowed as he studied the gold eyes locked on his face, noticing for the first time the tiny flecks of green that speckled the center, hit once again with a sense of déjà vu. "Abby, what-?"

"Mama!" Both turned to see Jack at the opened door, Andrew standing right behind him. Dean couldn't read the calculating gaze of Andrew but he didn't sense any hostility from the man.

"I'm coming Jackie, Dean was just telling me all about the delicious pancakes he was gonna make you."

Dean plastered a wide smile. "You better be ready Jack, because I'm gonna make you the biggest stack you've ever seen."

Jack's grin was as pure as only a child's innocence could create before heading back in. Andrew nodded at them both, following after his young charge.

"Come on Dean, I'm hungry for your pancakes." Abby smirked at him, shutting the trunk and walking around him to get to the staircase.

In such a short amount of time, he had already grown attached to Abby, and now Jack was in the picture. His family was slowly building up again. Maybe that's why he was so stressed about this whole thing. If this turned sideways, he could lose everyone.

~~~SPN~~~

"Here you go Jack."

Dean hung back as Sam gave a cup of milk to the child sitting at one of the tables in the library, completing the breakfast meal. Next to him sat Abby, her own plate half devoured, and Kevin was one table over, sandwich long gone and stone tablet in its place. Andrew was lying next to Jack's chair, having changed into his canine form earlier to play with the blonde child before the pancakes had been finished.

"Thank you."

Dean smiled at Jack, watching as the boy picked up his fork and speared a few bite-sized pieces for himself. Abby nodded her thanks to Sam as he walked away, turning her gaze to Dean. It was one of the few times he had seen her look serious. They had been here for almost three hours and right now she was just waiting on him. He couldn't put it off anymore.

"Hey, you and Abby got something going on?"

That threw him off. "What?"

Sam was standing next to him now, throwing a glance over his shoulder to the tiny brunette. "I mean, when I checked on you earlier, it looked pretty serious."

Andrew's brown eyes looked up in their direction, his gaze curious. Dean returned it. "No."

Turning to his brother, he gave the same response. "No, there's nothing going on. Just, don't say anything to her, I'm a bit on her bad side right now." He chanced a look over Sam's shoulder, gold eyes staring back.

"Listen, enough with that. I need to talk to you."

It was time. Dean made his way out of the library, following the same path he had taken a few hours earlier, Sam on his heels. He spied the storeroom up ahead, and he could feel the slick wetness in his left hand. While Sam had gone to get Jack milk, Dean had cut himself, just enough to smear blood on his palm. Ruth had said the sigil only needed a small amount of blood to work so this way he wouldn't raise suspicion from Kevin or Sam.

Getting to the door, he waited until Sam had entered ahead of him before locking the door shut behind them, his hand slamming itself on the sigil. Sam whipped around, eyeing the glowing sigil.

"What the hell Dean?"

Taking a cloth from his pocket, Dean wrapped it around his hand, all the time muttering. "Listen, I don't have long but I gotta tell you something that's gonna piss you off."

Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "O..kay."

"The trials jacked you up, alright."

"Dean…" Sam sighed, no doubt tired of hearing about how messed up he was.

"I'm serious Sam. You were dying! No more birthdays, all that dust to dust crap. And that messed the hell out of me up so I made a decision without talking to you about it because you were in a freaking coma!"

"I was dying? I–Dean….what did you do?"

Here was the moment of truth. As long his brother was alive after this, he'd take whatever Sam would throw at him. "…I let an angel in."

"You what?"

"I let an angel hitchhike your body. He said he could heal you, and he is."

"He still in me?" Sam's face was puzzled before smoothing over, shaking his head. "No, that's impossible Dean. I never said yes."

This was another part that Dean was sure would dig himself deeper. "I tricked you into saying yes."

Sam huffed, pacing the room. "Again, you took over because you thought I couldn't handle it."

"No, Sam! I did what I had to. You were gonna die!"

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I'd like to at least have a choice in the matter?!"

Dean slashed his hand threw the air, getting to the point. "Well, we can fight later, because we have bigger issues."

"Bigger than this?"

"He lied Sammy. The angel lied to me about who he was. Said his name was Ezekiel who, according to Cas, was a good guy but it's not him. The real Ezekiel died in the fall."

Sam was flustered, eyes wide. "So who is he?"

"I don't know. Whoever it is, he can end you in a second if he wanted to. Now I'm pretty sure you're healed enough so you gotta evict his ass, okay? You listening to me?" Instead Sam continued staring at him for a few seconds, eyes and face blank, before marching toward the door.

"Sam–" Dean moved to intercept but was tossed back by a powerful punch to the face.

~~~SPN~~~

Seeing how stressed Kevin was from staring at the tablet, Abby had taken it away from him, placing Jack in his arms as a distraction. Now the two sat together at the furthest table while Abby lounged at the tabletop next door, watching the interaction between prophet and child. The little boy didn't mind the exchange, continuing his story of personally making a cake for Andrew's birthday, how the batter wouldn't stay in the bowl and ended up splattering the kitchen. The birthday boy in question was lying on the floor, eyes trained on Jack with an occasional glance to Abby. Having Andrew around really helped Abby keep an eye on Jack.

With the demonic bounty on Abby's head it was hard staying in one place for long and that was stressful on Jack, who didn't understand why he couldn't stay longer to play with his new friends. But with Andrew, Jack now had both a playmate and guardian.

From the first time Abby saw him, she knew what Andrew was. But the way he reacted when the other skin walker had attacked Abby and then tried to go after Jack, she was sure he wouldn't let anything hurt him, even himself. That was why she trusted him. He was extremely careful with Jack, tending to stay in his canine form as both a defensive and offensive move. Abby figured it was because he liked playing chase and fetch with Jack more than anything.

Even after inviting Andrew to be a part of their family that first time and his refusal, telling her what he was, what he had done, it didn't matter. Even when he revealed the plan to change that woman and her son, Abby didn't mind because he hadn't gone through with it. He wasn't like the others.

Andrew's head lifted from his paws, giving off a soft whine and Abby turned to look in the same direction, seeing Sam entering the large library, face completely void of emotion. It didn't matter how hard he tried to hide it, Abby could see the wings and halo. Things were about to get FUBAR.

Trusting Andrew to flank the boys, Abby jumped out of her seat, heading Sam off, wide smile on her face. "Hey Sa–"

A hard shove interrupted her attempt at distraction, sending her flying up and over the long tables, crashing into the chairs during her flight. A loud landing had pain blossoming along the side of her torso and head. Seemed like her smile was a little too fake. Adrenaline began pumping as she looked up, watching Sam march his way toward Kevin and the now crying Jack. Complete FUBAR for sure.

A loud savage roar echoed in the large space as Andrew launched himself at Sam, teeth bared. Being a skin walker was insignificant as the angel in Sam batted him away easily, the same way one would a gnat.

The large canine body was slammed against one of the bookcases, a painful yelp signaling contact with the brutal wood. Kevin watched as Sam continued forward in his path, arms tightening around Jack as he shuffled back. Once Sam was close enough, his arm began to rise. Not seeing the eldest Winchester enter the room Abby found solid ground under her feet, shouting for her boy, "Jack!"

~~~SPN~~~

"Jack!"

Dean had just rounded the corner after recovering for his punch, following the sounds of chaos to the library. Abby was on her feet, the beginnings of a large bruise coloring her forehead, pieces of broken chair at her feet. Andrew lay in a crippled heap against a bookcase, repeated whines punctuating the air. Kevin stood, eyes wide, with his arms clutching Jack to his chest in a protective manner. Sam, who Dean was positive wasn't Sam, had his back to him, standing in front of Kevin and Abby's son. He almost had a heart attack when seeing Sam's arm start to lift, palm out. He'd seen Cas do the same move hundreds of times, with the same intent and always the same result.

"NO!"

Dean died right then. Because when the angel's hand descended, Kevin and Jack were gone.

I have been waiting for this moment for quite a long time! I was gonna keep going but decided that I like this ending, bit of a cliffhanger. Any one see Jack coming? I had to add the 'pasta with jammy sauce.' Just to make things even better, picture Jack as a blue-eyed West Collins, that's basically who I envision. Any thoughts? Sorry about the jumping around, kinda messy I know. Also didn't mean to give a romantic vibe with Abby and Dean's scene, I even changed it so it wasn't more goofy. Was not my intention. If you haven't figured it out, Andrew is Ben the skin walker from season 7, episode 8 "All Dogs Go to Heaven." I felt really bad for him at the end of the episode so I added him. Wasn't gonna but then I thought, why the hell not? I just used the actor's name as the character's real name. I feel like there's too any Bens. All I think about are Lisa's son and when Jensen played Ben in Dark Angel. Let me know how you liked or disliked the chapter! -Mez