Maybe I Shouldn't Have Called:

"Adelaide… Adelaide… Wake up…" He nearly sang into my ear. "I have something new I want to try with you… Come on… Open your eyes… It's much more fun that way."

I reluctantly opened my eyes and tearfully pleaded, "Enough… Please, please no more… No more… I… I can't take it..."

My head started to slump, so he gripped my chin tightly and laughed whole heartedly then replied, "Stupid girl… What did you think would happen once you got down here? You didn't think that Hell was going to be easy for you, did you?" He paused for a moment to make sure that I was paying attention to what he was saying. "Now Adelaide, you HAVE to keep your eyes open. If you don't, I'll make sure that all of this will be even worse for you, understand?"

I tried to nod because it was too difficult to speak, but I was feeling too weak to do so. He sneered, narrowed his eyes and leaned in while clarifying with a growl, "AM I UNDERSTOOD?"

I sobbed violently but somehow managed to whisper, "Yes sir" through my unending tears.

He placed a strap over my forehead and tightened it to ensure that I couldn't bow my head to divert my gaze from whatever he was doing. My body shook as I continued to cry, but I tried my best to keep my eyes on him in an effort to appease him in any way possible. Although I knew deep down that nothing I could do now would save me from whatever fate Sydney had planned for me.

"So… Crowley told me that I got to have some fun with you before I have to hand you over to him. Now, I've been racking my brain trying to come up with new tricks and games just for you," Sydney explained almost pleasantly as he stepped away to a table covered in knives, blades and other 'toys' as he called them. "It took a while, but I think I have it figured out."

He picked up a knife with a large, serrated blade, walked back over to me and before saying anything else, he plunged it hard and deep into my gut. He twisted the blade while it was still buried deep in my flesh and I started to choke on the blood that immediately started to fill my throat.

"I have to admit… I have been quite surprised at how well you've taken all of my beatings. I'm a little disappointed that my best efforts seem to have been completely wasted on you so far."

He retracted the blade and I gasped in a deep breath as my body repaired all of the damage and was completely healed. He wiped the knife on his sleeve and smile at me menacingly. I tried then to take in a few deep breaths to calm myself, but the pain I was feeling would not be ignored, so I just continued to weep.

"But I think I have it now… Boy oh boy have I been waiting a loonngg time for this," he explained as his free hand gripped my stomach roughly.

I couldn't see what he was doing, but I winced slightly from the strange sensation that his hand elicited while on my body. I turned my eyes downward to try, in vain, to look at my midsection. Even though I couldn't see it, I could feel that my belly had grown large and heavy, much like it had when I had carried each of my children.

"That damned baby of yours… Do you know the troubles it caused for me?"

Tears continued to flow down my cheeks in unending rivers and I tried to shake my head as I answered a shallow, "No."

"Vicki didn't talk to me for a week after you ran away from home like the spoiled little bitch that you are… She even went out on hunts with John and Bobby instead of me… And why? Because I was honest… I knew that little brat of yours would come and ruin everything we had going for us… You were trouble enough, but I learned to deal with you… It would have just been too much. She even talked about wanting to quit to help you..."

"He… He didn't… Nothing had to change," I tried to protest. "You brought that all on yourself."

Stupid… Stupid Addy…Why'd you say that? I thought to myself because that reply earned me a full force backhand across my cheek. If I hadn't already been in tears, I most definitely would have cried then because the force of the slap caused my eyes to tear up immediately. Sydney stepped closer and held out the knife so that the tip was pressed up against my navel. I tried to gauge what he was doing by the look in his eyes, but he made sure to keep them trained on the blade instead of looking at me.

"This… This is what I should have done back then."

Before I could fully register his words, I started screaming in absolute pain. He stabbed the knife just far enough into my skin that he could slice upwards, as if he was gutting a fish, so that he could reach into my body. I felt him man handling my insides, then he pulled something out and held it up so that I could clearly see what he was holding in his right hand.

"I should have disposed of it as soon as you told me about it," he said with pure hatred dripping off each word.

"No… No… Please… Don't… Don't…" I pleaded desperately. I only fell silent as I watched him crush his fist closed around the neck of the fetus that was in his right hand.

Although it looked nothing like my son, I still closed my eyes to shut out the disgusting image. My eyes suddenly snapped open as the back of my head ricocheted hard off the back of the rack after Sydney landed a powerful right jab square onto my cheek. The head restraint was gone and as my head flopped forward it met his fist once again and I had to focus all of my remaining energy to lift my head so that I could look at him as he moved around.

"I told you not to close your eyes," he admonished as he stabbed my newly pregnant belly angrily. "Never did what you were told."

I lost count of how many times he plunged the knife deep into my midsection as I absentmindedly repeated "No" over and over. When he seemed to tire, or he just got bored, he suddenly stopped. I was no longer bleeding and I couldn't feel the weight of a child in my womb. He watched as my stomach slowly grew large again and then he started to pummel it with his fists until I was screaming and miscarried the baby. He continued to play through dozens of different scenarios to cause the death of my unborn child; from pushing me down a flight of stairs to throwing me to the ground so that he could kick my stomach repeatedly. After playing through each one hundreds of times over, he stopped and I was impaled on the rack again. I was sore, weeping and broken, but I was no longer carrying another baby in my stomach.

He walked up to me and lifted my chin up with the tip of a dagger asking, "You still with me Adelaide?"

I turned my eyes to him, but couldn't speak without slicing my skin on the sharp edge so I just narrowed my eyes in response.

He scoffed and replied, "Damn… You are."

Despite my better judgment, I continued to glare at him defiantly. Our eyes remained locked in a hate-filled staring contest until Sydney smirked and broke the contact. He snapped his fingers smugly and in the blink of an eye, we were no longer alone.

"Hey Mum! Ooh that looks really uncomfortable," Toby commented cheerfully.

Sydney stepped up behind the young teen and gripped him by the shoulders. "Well if offing him in the womb won't break you, I'm sure that this will…"

As he raised his hands to Toby's head, Toby smiled brightly at me and I started struggling against my restraints stammering, "No… Don't… Don't…"

"This IS going to be fun," Sydney said smiling as he took a hold of Toby's head and wrenched it nearly all the way around.

I heard the snap of each and every vertebrae, but could do nothing more than scream in protest of what I was witnessing. I tried to look away, but I couldn't take my eyes of his lifeless form as Sydney threw him to the ground like a piece of trash.

"TOBY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "NO! TOBY!"

"Addy… Addy! Wake up!" She called as she shook me awake as gently as possible.

My eyes flew open and I bolted into a seated position. She still somehow managed to maintain a firm grip on my shoulders as I tried to get my bearings.

"Oh my God… He… He killed Toby!" I gasped, desperately trying not to cry. "I have to check on him… Oh my… How could Syd… He killed him."

"No, no he didn't. Addy… That was just a dream." She tried to soothe me by petting my hair and locking gazes with me. Normally that would have helped me to focus, but right now I was too frantic to be anywhere close to rational.

"No… No, it was more… I have to go to him… I have to check on him," I continued as I threw the covers back and jumped to my feet. "Sydney killed him… I saw him do it…"

"Addy, no he didn't. You can't go to him, it's too soon," the angel replied, following me as I paced around the room muttering to myself.

I stopped and desperately grabbed her arms trying to persuade. "Please? I just need to see him… To see that he's alive. Please? If he really didn't hurt him like you say, then it'll take just one look, okay?"

"Addy, even if it was allowed, I can't… I can't find him," she replied with a tone of sorrow and regret. "He's hidden from us…"

"But… Oh." I stopped as the reason hit me like a punch in the face. "Oh… You CAN'T because…"

"Yes, because of the sigils Castiel etched on his ribs," she finished for me.

I quickly looked around the room, but there were no clocks and the shades were drawn so I had no idea if it was day or night. She hadn't uttered an outright 'No', so I decided that I had to somehow convince her to let me see him.

"Wait. What time is it?"

She didn't have to check before replying, "It's just after midnight."

I sighed and tried to keep my emotions in check to that I could try to sway her and have her bend to my will. "Well… Umm 'Angel'… There's only one place that he would be at that time of day."

She smiled and blushed slightly. "My apologies... How rude of me not to introduce myself. I am called 'Ariel'."

I chuckled softly before I could stop myself and she added kindly, "I think Father was going through an '-iel' phase when he named some of my brothers and sisters and I. Now… I'm not promising you that I can take you there, but where would that 'only place' be?"

I smiled graciously trying to keep strong and answered, "His home… He would be home in bed… 323 Peach Street, Kidder, Iowa. Please Ariel? Please take me there."

She gave me a sad look and shook her head. "Let me see what I can do. But I'm not making you any promises Adelaide."

She disappeared quickly and I resumed my nervous pacing. Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days and I was near ready to rip my hair out. As the time passed, the room started to feel like the walls were closing in on me, making me more apprehensive to get out of there. I tried to find a way out of the room, but there was no door. When I sprinted between the different window coverings and threw them open, I was met with nothing more than a solid wall. I was just about to breakdown in frustrated tears when I heard the sound of flapping wings.

"Okay," Ariel said quietly to the back of my head. "But…" She cautioned sternly as I turned around to face her. "You cannot under any circumstances interact with him. We've learned a few things since Dean Winchester was raised from perdition and we want to do this properly with you. So, you may see him, but nothing more."

A few grateful tears fell from my eyes as I promised, "I'll just look at him… That's all I need. Once I see that he's breathing… Alive…"

Before I was finished my declaration, Ariel touched my forehead and I was suddenly standing in Toby's room. I went to step forward, but froze in my spot when he started to stir. I anticipated that he would just roll over and fall back asleep, but he instead sat up, looking like he was on high alert.

"Who's there?" Toby asked into the darkness.

I slunk back deeper into the shadows hoping that he would settle and go back to sleep.

Thank you God! He is okay! I thought to myself.

I then heard the distinct sound of a shotgun being cocked. "I should probably warn you, I'm a really good shot," he announced with deadly conviction. "Even if I can't see you."

I didn't want to break my promise to the angel that had rescued me, but I couldn't risk Toby waking his parents either.

"Buddy… It's me," I quietly said as he turned on a light. I had expected to see tears of relief or some other affirmation of love, but instead Toby leveled the shotgun to line up his shot and glared at me angrily.

"What are you?" He spat out with pure distain.

I stepped over the salt line that circled his bed and quietly answered, "I'm me Toby. See? I can step over salt lines. I'm not a demon or a spirit."

He slowly lowered his firearm and I took that as Toby accepting my explanation. As such, I sat down on his bed feeling my relief wash over me. I tried to keep my hands to myself and folded them in my lap then lowered my head while I tried to find the words I knew he needed to hear.

"You should have picked a different face," he cautioned in a low, severe tone.

I opened my eyes and was just barely able to catch his hand as he lunged forward with my silver knife in hand. After a short struggle, I was able to wrestle the knife out of his hand and jumped off the bed. He was still hyperventilating and his cheeks were red with rage while I caught my breath looking down at the knife with the familiar rosewood handle branded with my initials in it.

"Tobs… Buddy, I'm not a shape shifter," I commented through my confusion. The teen maintained a look of pure hatred on his face, so I quickly added, "Here, I can prove it to you."

I slowly rolled back the sleeve of my shirt until the flesh was exposed past my elbow. Then, as I watched his face, I sliced into the skin close to my elbow. When he saw that my wound did nothing but bleed against the silver blade, his face softened, but I barely hear him whisper "Mum?" before I found myself back at my room in the Bed and Breakfast.

Ariel grabbed my injured arm scolding me, "What did you do to yourself Adelaide?"

My tears of remorse hit me hard and fast as I replied, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to talk to him, but he knew… He knew someone was there and I was worried he would wake Bill and Mo… I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."

Her features quickly returned to their more serene position as she healed my arm and tried to offer a comforting smile.

"It's alright. I know you didn't mean to do it on purpose. Now… It's late and you've been through so much, you should rest some more. Your poor voice needs to heal after all of this excitement you've had today."

She led me back to the bed and I crawled into it willingly, feeling beyond exhausted. After I was settled in a comfortable position, I looked over my shoulder at the angel and called out, "Ariel?"

"Addy! Resting your voice means no shouting," she gently admonished.

We shared a soft laugh and then I added, "Okay. I'm sorry, but just one more thing?"

She walked back to my side so that I could speak in a quieter tone and caressed my cheek nodding.

"Thank you for letting me see him."

Her hand traveled up to my forehead and she cracked another warm smile. "You're welcome. Now please, rest for me? I have to leave you for a while I take care of some damage control."

I immediately started to drift back to sleep and whispered another apology, but Ariel had already left so there was no way for me to know if she had heard it at all.

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Change of POV
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It stood up holding the knife that his dad had given her as a birthday gift when she was in high school. Now Toby wanted it more than dead… But he had to get her knife back first. It was going to pay for trying to impersonate her.

Toby refused to fall for any of its tricks, so he didn't let his angry glare soften in the least as it rolled its sleeve back. His eyes remained focused on the silver blade as it sliced into the skin on its left arm. Dean had already gone into graphic detail about how a creature's body would react to being injured by silver and when none of those reactions came to pass, his eyes shot up from the dark red stream on her arm to her face.

"Mum?" He questioned hoarsely in utter disbelief.

She started to smile warmly, but he blinked and then she was gone. Her knife fell to the ground and he remained on his bed, completely stunned. When he could breathe again, he leaned over and picked up the knife to examine the blade.

"No blood," he muttered to no one in particular.

He sat back against his headboard with his eyes closed as he replayed everything over in his head. The night's events had happened so quickly that he was now questioning if any of it had really happened at all. Maybe there hadn't actually been another person in his room tonight. Since her funeral, he had been having some very vivid dreams that she was still alive… Maybe this was just another one of those… But he swore he could still smell her perfume lingering like it hadn't since she lived there.

Plus, his Mom and Pop didn't storm into his room, so he couldn't have actually been arguing with anyone. He had shouted, hadn't he? There's no way they would have ignored their son possibly being in peril. He looked at the blade closely one last time before placing it back under his pillow and settling under the covers.

Once his light was out and he had fallen back asleep, Ariel stepped out from her hiding place and sighed. She was still smiling to herself when she returned to Addy's room because Toby had effectively talked himself out of believing that his mother's visit was real so any interventions on her part were no longer required.

She watched as Addy become somewhat fitful in her sleep and frowned knowing what nightmares were playing out in her mind right now. Hell wasn't a place that would be easily forgotten, but the angel knew that with her help, her charge would survive it… Yes, she would survive it even better then the Winchester had.

Addy started mumbling in her sleep and threatened to wake up again, so Ariel touched her head softly to ease her mind back into a dreamless sleep. The angel knew that her memories would catch up with her again sooner or later, but for now, she only acknowledged that Addy really just needed to rest after all of the days excitement.