Devil's Child Chapter 9, a supernatural fanfic

*Spoiler for Season 2 Episode 20* You know the episode, What Is and What Should Never Be in Season 2? Well this chapter will be kind of like that, except I am changing it up a little bit. (Also, this is the longest chapter I have ever written :p ) Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my OC

Dean grabbed his jacket off the back of the red, velvet chair and made his way to the front door. "I'm going after her." He couldn't believe they let Tova go. Castiel had let her slip through his fingers. Literally. "I'm going to go do what should've been done a long time ago." His fingers gripped the doorknob as he paused, "Don't wait up." He waited a couple seconds before opening the door and stepping outside, then slamming it behind him. He ran to a car Bobby had let him use and drove off, intending to hunt down Tova and send her back to Hell.

Sam turned to Jo and ran a hand through his hair, uneasiness written across his face. "I should go after him. He's gonna do something stupid..." He made a move for the door but Jo shook her head.

"No, just leave him be, Sam. Let him-" But her words fell on deaf ears as Sam waved his hand dismissively and ran out the door. She sighed but closed the door behind him.

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Dean opened the door to the abandoned warehouse. He could've sworn that he had spotted someone running in here...whether it was Tova or not, well he would find out soon enough. He had driven around for an hour, going places where he thought she would be, but he hadn't found her. Until now. It was hiding back in the woods, but from the main road he saw a dark figure running from the dirt path into the building. He figured, why not go see if it was her. Yeah, there was only a 20% chance it was her and not some demon or monster... but maybe God would give him a break. So, here he was.

He wandered inside the building and after many empty rooms and long dark hallways...he was just about to give up when he heard it. Footsteps too close for comfort. His ears perked and his body tensed...right before he was slammed sideways into the wall by...shit...a djinn. He tried to push the djinn away and glanced around, seeing if there was anything in reach he could use as a weapon. Something silver preferably. But then suddenly the djinn's hand reached up and touched his forehead...and everything went black.

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He sat up in bed, heart racing, eyes wide. He looked down at himself, making sure that he was in one piece. He let out a silent sigh of relief but was slightly confused as to why he wasn't currently in the warehouse..Like how the hell did he end up here in this bed.

He glanced around the room, eyes pausing at the Abbott and Costello Meets Frankenstein movie playing on the TV beside him, before his eyes locked on the dark haired girl that slept soundlessly beside him. What the hell. He stared at her in pure shock before leaning over and trying to see her face. Her hair covered it. He muttered under his breath and sat back. Eh, well from what he could see she was hot. Nice body. Alright, Dean get a grip. We need to figure out what the hell is going on...stop staring at her ass.

He blinked a couple times before looking around the room again. Then he spotted the bedroom door. It had to lead to another room, maybe his brother would be there or Castiel or Jo or...god he needed to get out of this room. He threw the covers off his body and walked over into the next room. Which was the living room. A living room he had never seen in his life before.

He quickly spotted a cell phone on the green, couch cushion. He ran through the contacts until he found his brother's name. Maybe Sammy would know what the hell was going on. "Dean?"

He breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of his brother's voice. Finally, something familiar. "Sam."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. I don't know where I am." He paced through the living room, uneasiness etched into his face. This wasn't right. His stomach was doing somersaults and he had a bad taste in his mouth.

"What? What happened?" He could hear the slight alarm in his younger brother's voice.

"Well, the uh djinn, it attacked me." He ran a hand over his face. He stopped pacing and looked around.

"The gin? You're..drinking gin?" Dean could almost see the smile on his brother's face and he wanted to reach through the phone and strangle him.

"No, ass, the djinn! The scary creature, remember?" What the hell was the matter with his brother? Did he suddenly get a concussion or something? "It put it's hand on me and then I woke up and..." He shrugged, "...next to some hot chick."

Sam chuckled, "Who, Tova?"

Dean froze. Hell no. "Who?" He hoped to god he had heard wrong or his brother was just kidding ...oh if Sam was just joking Dean was going to kill him for almost giving him a stroke...because Tova? No. She was a demon. He glanced back towards the bedroom with disgust. She was a demon that he was trying to send back to Hell, not sleep with. There was no-

"Dean, you're drunk dialing me."

"Look quit screwing around, Sammy! I'm serious." He lowered his voice when he realized he had started shouting. "Sam-"

"Just get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Sam, Sam!" He heard a click then dial tone and Dean cursed before tossing the phone on the couch. Fuck. This was just perfect. Tova was his girlfriend supposedly, christ, and his brother had suddenly gotten amnesia then lost his marbles. Just perfect.

"Dean? What are you doing up?" Dean's blood froze. Dammit all to hell, his brother had been right...then where the hell was Dean? He had to be in an alternate universe because the only way he would ever touch that is when he was pulling Ruby's knife out of her chest.

"Dean?" He slowly turned around and was about to make a smart remark like back the hell away from me you demon bitch but then stopped short at the sight before him. His mouth fell open and his mind suddenly went blank. She was wearing one of his red flannel shirts, it fell to her thighs, and her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders. All the times Dean had seen Tova, her hair had been up in a tight ponytail, and she always wore jeans and a jacket. Never showed some skin...now...She stared up at him, her smile and bright, blue eyes almost hypnotizing him. God, she looked...beautiful. He can't believe he never noticed it before. Oh wait, he didn't have time to notice her beauty because he was trying to kill her. Because she's a demon.

She touched his shoulder, "Dean, are you OK?" He blinked a couple times and nodded. What the hell was he doing. What the hell was he thinking. "Oh, can't sleep..." Dean nodded again, still speechless. She ran her hands up and down his chest, "Well, why don't you come back to bed and let's see if I can do anything to help." She smiled seductively and all Dean could mutter was, "Yeah... but you go ahead." Tova smiled and leaned up for a kiss. The moments their lips met, Dean was sure they were going to burn and fall off...but it didn't happen. Instead, his hand grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her closer, as he made the kiss deeper.

She broke away moments later with another smile and slowly started making her way to the bedroom. Dean ran a hand over his face as he realized what the hell he just did. And that he enjoyed it. God, he needed to get out of here fast. But suddenly pictures of him and Tova scattered across the bookshelf caught his eye. He made his way over hesitantly and then saw in horror that there were pictures of him and her at the beach, bundled up by a snowman, and kissing under the mistletoe. Oh god.

But then his eyes locked on a single picture frame sitting on the stand beside the green couch. He walked over, tears immediately welling up in his eyes, as he stared at the familiar woman in the picture. It couldn't be true. But then again...he dropped the picture frame, shattering it on the floor, and rushed out of the apartment. Tova forgotten.

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He pulled up to his old house, somewhat shocked that it was still standing. But it didn't matter, what was important was in the house. He parked his car, he had walked out of his apartment with Tova to see his beloved car sitting in the parking lot (it was still in one piece, or at least in this reality it was), in front of the house and climbed out. He shut the car door then slowly walked to the front porch where he rang the doorbell twice. A minute later the door opened...his mother standing in front of him, saying his name and asking how he is. It was the middle of the night. "I don't know." That was the truth. Finding out you were sleeping with a demon and you're dead mother was actually alive...well...yeah he didn't know how he was.

She ushered him in and he heard her say something about Tova calling about him disappearing. He ignored that. She wouldn't be seeing him again. He stared at his mom in the flesh in the kitchen, the tears back again. There was a silence before he rushed towards her and engulfed her with a hug. "I've missed ya." He could tell he was freaking her out, the look on her face said so, so he let go and started walking around the kitchen. "Hey, when I was young, was there ever a fire here?" He stopped, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyways. It was random but the question had just popped in his head.

Confusion crept into his mother's voice as she answered, "No, there never was." Dean smiled and stared at the pictures of the Winchester family that lined the wall, finally for the first time in a long time, feeling happy. He looked at a picture of his father in a baseball uniform, making a remark. But then he saw the look on his mother's face... "He's dead, isn't he." She stared at him suspiciously and he trailed off, "He died of a..."

"A stroke, he died in his sleep, you know that." That feeling of pure happiness, disappeared. He shook his head in disbelief and ran a hand over his face. "You're drunk...I should call Tova." No, not her. He felt weird things when he was around her. He grabbed the phone and smiled nervously at his mother. "Uh no, that won't be necessary. I actually want to stay here because I-I miss the place." He stared at her, begging her with his eyes to say yes. She seemed distraught about his behavior and he felt somewhat guilty, but she said nodded. "Ok, you-you go to bed." She nodded again and he walked to the couch where he looked around, soaking in everything. Before his mother turned out the light she smiled, "I love you." The words he's been wanting to hear for so long..."I love you too." Her smile brightened and she walked away.

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"I don't believe I've seen you in my class before." The professor sitting in front of him stared at him in suspicion but Dean being the pathological liar that he was, smiled, "Yeah, your classes...I never missed them...Well anyways, what can you tell me about djinns."

Moments later they stood above a desk covered with books about djinns. The professor said, "A lot of Muslims believe the djinn are very real."

"Yeah yeah, get to the wish part."

"What about it?"

"Do you think they can really do it?"

The professor stared at Dean as if he were insane. "Uhm, no. No, I don't think they can really do it. You understand these are mythic creatures." He gestured to the creature in one of the books sprawled on the desk.

Dean nodded. Yeah if anybody knew, it was him. "I mean in the stories. Say you had a wish, but never even said it out loud something awful would never happen..." He grabbed onto the back of one of the chairs.

"Supposedly, yes. They can alter reality however they want. Past, present. Future." Dean leaned forward, "Why would the djinn do it? Self-defense or maybe it's not really evil..." He stared at the pages thoughtfully.

The professor looked at him, "You been drinking?" Dean anything but rolled his eyes. Why the hell did people keep asking him that? "Everybody keeps asking me that but uh, no."

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Later that day, Dean sat on the front porch of his mom's house with an ice cold beer, waiting for his younger brother to arrive home. When he pulled up, Dean hopped up then froze as Jessica made her way out of the car. What the hell. He practically tackled her with a hug. "Good to see you too Dean but...can't breathe." He laughed nervously but let go, then turning to his brother. "Where you guys come from?"

His brother stared at him, "We just flew in from California." He noticed the beer in Dean's hand. "I see you started off mom's birthday with a bang." Dean almost took a step back. Mom's birthday? It was today? "Don't tell me you forgot... That's why we're here." Dean could do nothing but stare at him. He had forgotten her birthday.

They sat in a restaurant Dean couldn't pronounce the name of. All that really mattered though was everyone was smiling, happy. They raised their wine glasses and Sam said, "To mom." Dean stared at Sam and Jessica with a smile, happy to see Sam happy for once.

"I was really worried about you last night." Tova leaned against with an almost worried expression, he would never get used to the fact that they were together, and squeezed his hand.

He smiled at her, "Oh I'm fine, now. I promise." She nodded and they stared at each other for a moment before she whispered, "Afterwards, we'll go and get you a cheeseburger." Dean could feel his stomach rumble at the word. "Oh god yes. How'd I end up with such a cool chick?" The words were out before he realized what he said.

Tova's smile got bigger, "Just got low standards." He couldn't help but smile, then lean in for a kiss. His mind was saying do you know who this is but he just couldn't pull away. She did though right before Sam announced, "Jess and I actually have something to tell you on mom's birthday.." He grabbed Jessica's hand and held it up, showing everyone the engagement ring on her finger. Their mom and Tova immediately started congratulating them and hugging them. Dean went over to his brother and shook his hand, "Congratulations Sammy, I'm really glad you're happy." Sam looked slightly taken back but nodded anyways.

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At the house everyone crowded in. Dean's mom smiled, "Well I had a wonderful birthday, goodnight." Everyone bid her goodnight then she left. Sam asked Jessica, "Ready to join her?" She nodded and they moved towards the door. Dean was confused. "Come on, it's not even 9 o'clock yet." Sam looked at him, "Maybe another time..."

Dean laughed, "Come on, we both have beautiful women on our arms, you're engaged, let's go celebrate!" Why was Sammy acting so weird? There was a silence before Sam said, "Guys can you excuse us, I just wanna talk to my brother for a sec."

"What's the matter with you? Why are you acting like this? We don't talk outside of holidays." Dean almost laughed. Sam had to be joking. There was no way he would just not talk to his brother, his family. "Well we should, I mean, you're my brother!" His face fell when Sam said bitterly, "You're my brother? That's what you said when you snagged my ATM card..." he went into a long list of the douchebag stuff Dean had apparently done. But Dean would never do that to Sammy. Family doesn't do that to family.

"Well uh, I'm sorry about that.." He took a step towards his brother, who took a step back.

"It's alright, I'm not asking you to change. It's just that we don't have anything in common anymore."And goddamn if that didn't hurt. Sam started to walk away but Dean stopped him, "Yes, yes we do. Hunting."

Sam shook his head, "I've never been hunting in my life, Dean."

Dean looked at his younger brother sadly, "Well maybe we should go sometime." Sam nodded unconvincingly and left.

Later on, he sat on the couch in his apartment, wondering how the hell he let his relationship with Sam fall apart like that. Suddenly a beer bottle was shoved into his face. He grabbed it and stared at the label, smiling slightly. "My favorite, guess you do know me a lot."

Tova shrugged, "'Fraid so." She sat down next to him, one leg tucked under her. "You ok?"

"Sammy and I...we don't get along."

Tova didn't sound surprised, "Well you don't really spend a lot of time together. I just think you two don't know each other. For the record, he doesn't know what he's missing." Dean smiled to himself, this was too weird, even for him.

"I can fix things with Sam. I can make it up to him." His eyes teared up but he blinked them back.

Tova grabbed the hem of his flannel shirt, "What's gotten into you lately?" She tilted her head and Dean smirked, "This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you...but I kinda feel like I've been given a second chance. And I don't wanna waste it." Tova was about to say something but he crashed his lips to hers, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek. He pulled away and they gazed into each others eyes. "You know I finally get it, why you're the one." He never in a million years thought he would say that, but something seemed to make him realize that. They stared at each other some more before his lips met hers again.

She wrapped her hands around his neck, and she slowly leaned down on the couch until he was lying on top of her. "Ugh, Come on! Not now! I gotta get ready for work!" She entangled herself from him and got off the couch, heading for the bedroom closet. Work? Tova worked? Where the hell did she work? "You gotta work now?"

"Dean, I told you. I got the nightshift on wednesday." He followed her.

"Yeah you work at the..." He saw her pulling out scrubs. "At the hospital." Tova working at a hospital? "I'm dating a nurse." He couldn't have believed that unless he had seen it with his own eyes.

After Tova left for her shift at the hospital, he would never get used to saying that just like he would never get used to the fact that he was perfectly fine with Tova being his girlfriend now, he sat on the couch in front of the TV. He flipped through channels until he stopped on a news channel that was reporting a place crash that...he had stopped.

He went over to the computer, flipping through articles of crashes and deaths that he had prevented...well he had when he was hunting. Now that he wasn't, all the people he had saved throughout the years, had died. He ran a hand over his face and leaned back in his chair. Suddenly he knew what he had to do. He had to go after the djinn.

"You broke into mom's house to steal her silver?" Dean wanted to curse. This is exactly what he didn't want to happen. Sam pissed off. Well, it was the middle of the night and he had...kind of...broken in. And he was about to steal mom's silver. Well, not really steal... Alright, Sam had a right to be pissed off.

Nonetheless, Dean put up his hands and said, "Look it's not what it looks like."

Sam scoffed, "Really? Because it looks like you're about to steal mom's silver. You would steal from your own mother?" He crossed his arm and waited for Dean to answer.

Dean pursed his lips, "Alright, you want the truth? I owe somebody money." The lie was easy...and apparently for Sam...easy to believe. "A bookie, I lost big on a game. I need the cash tonight."

Sam said shocked, "I can't believe we're even related." That hurt Dean more than he would ever admit.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we don't get along. And I wish that I could stay and fix it...but I gotta do this. People's lives are depending on it." He reached down to grab the silver.

"What are you talking about Dean?"

"Nothing forget it." He looked out the window. "Just tell mom I love her. And Tova..." He shook his head with a smile. There was a silence and then Dean walked past his brother calling over his shoulder, "I'll see you Sammy." He took one look around the house before leaving.

He got into his car and minutes later the passenger door opened and in climbed in his brother. "Get out of the car. You're just gonna slow me down!"

His brother stared ahead, not caring. "Tough."

"This is dangerous!" His brother couldn't come, dammit. He needed to do this alone. "You could get hurt!"

"Yeah and so could you! Whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone and that's that." There was no room for discussion.

"Why you doing this." If Dean had been such a douchebag, why the hell was his younger brother in the seat beside him. Sam sighed, "Because you're still my brother."

Dean stared at him, fighting off a smile. "Bitch." Sam frowned, "What are you-. What are you calling me a bitch for?" "You're supposed to say jerk...nevermind." Dean put the car in drive and drove off.

They pulled up in front of the warehouse Dean had entered not even a week ago, searching for Tova so he could send her back to Hell. Who was now his girlfriend and an amazing kisser. Oh god. He ran a hand over his face before glancing at Sam. "You ready?"

Sam nodded and they got out of the car. As they walked to the entrance Sam asked, "What are we looking for?" Dean chuckled, "There's a creature in there and I'm gonna find it."

They went inside, turning on their flashlights. "See? There's nothing here Dean." Just wait. They walked down a long hallway, Dean leading. "Come on, Tova's gotta be worried sick. Let's just go." Dean shook his head. That wasn't happening. He was killing that djinn tonight.

Suddenly they heard...cries. They stopped and Sam looked around with a frightened expression, "What the hell is that?" Dean didn't answer, just as soon as the cries stopped went forward, Sam following. They went around the corner where they immediately entered a big room and froze as Dean's flashlight shone on two bodies. Their wrists tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling, blood bags hooked up to them. They were dead. "What the hell." Dean ignored his brother and went over to the third. She looked fresher than the other two. Probably fifteen at the least. Sam peered closer and suddenly she twitched, a small groan emitting from her. Sam demanded again, "What the hell is going on!"

Dean only grabbed him and started pulling him away behind some boxes, having spotted the djinn headed in their direction. They hid and watched in disgust as the djinn put the groaning woman, who had suddenly started to ask for her father, to sleep with a touch of his hand then reach for the blood bag and undo it, dripping her blood into his mouth. Sam made a noise of disgust, instantly alarming the djinn. They quickly moved to a different spot and the djinn went upstairs. Sam was hyperventilating, "This is real. You're not crazy."

Dean made his way over to the young girl. "This is what the djinn does, makes you think he granted you a wish." Sam started suggesting they leave but Dean ignored him as he suddenly had flashbacks.

Him, wrists tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling, blood being sucked out of him...

"What if I'm like her, tied up in here someplace...what if all this is in my head."

Dean stared at the young girl. This was him someplace in this building. Catatonic. "You were right, Dean, I was wrong, come on let's go before it comes back." Sam was pulling him to the exit but Dean flung himself out of his grasp. He stared at Sam, "I don't think you're real."

Sam grabbed onto Dean, "I'm very real. This isn't an acid trip, that thing is going to come back-" Dean pulled out a knife, making Sam back away. "Whoah!"

"Old wives tale, you die in a dream you wake up."

Sam stared at him in disbelief, "You're crazy! You're gonna kill yourself-" He stepped closer to his brother who brought the knife up, making Sam back away again.

"Or I'm gonna wake up,"

Sam tried to reason with him, "This isn't a dream. We're real and you are about to kill yourself." Dean pointed the knife towards himself and right as Sam yelled, Wait!" His mother and Tova appeared.

Sam asked sadly, "Why'd you have to keep digging?" Jessica appeared to his right. "You were happy." His mother then told him to put the knife down. Dean shook his head, "You're not real. None of it is." His eyes welled up and he glanced at Tova whose head tilted, before he turned away. His mom said, "It doesn't matter. It's still better than anything you had. It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let's go home."

Dean stared at his calm mother in shock. Couldn't she see? "I'll die. The djinn will drain the life out of me in a couple weeks..." "But in here with us, it will feel like a couple years. Like a lifetime. Stay with us." Jessica started talking about how he wouldn't need to worry about Sam. Tova came up and gave him a kiss, then started talking about a future they could have, their own family...then she said she loved him. She stepped away and his brother stepped forward, begging for the knife. Dean glanced at everyone before apologizing then dragging the knife through his heart.

"Dean! Dean!" Dean awoke, groggy, weak, to the sight of his brother in front of him. Tova, Jessica, his mom...gone. His hands were bound above him. Guess he had been right after all. His brother cut down the ropes...just as the djinn appeared. Dean yelled his brother's name and Sam ducked the djinn's tackle, driving the knife with the lamb's blood right through his throat.

"Are you alright?" Dean and Sam were sitting in the motel room. Dean swallowed before he turned to his brother and said in wonder, "You should've seen it, Sam. Our lives. You were such a wuss."

Sam grinned, "So we didn't get along then."

"Nope."

"I thought it was supposed to be this perfect fantasy."

"It was." Dean threw down the magazine he had been looking through. "It was just a wish. Mom never died, we never went hunting, and you and me never uh.." He trailed off, 'forgetting' to mention the part about Tova.

"Well I'm glad we do." There was a silence before Dean nodded and then Sam's phone rang, interrupting their brotherly moment. Sam went over to the corner and Dean laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in thought.

Like I mentioned before, this chapter is wayy different from the others. But the reason I did this chapter like this is because I realized that romance is far overdue. I needed to put either some Cas/Tova or Dean/Tova. This episode immediately popped into mind (yeah I know, I pretty much wrote the whole entire episode I'm sorry) and I thought, I could replace Carmen with Tova! That way, there will be some Dean/Tova action...plus I could bring back Jessica if just for a little bit (I loved her even though she was only on for like, two episodes).

Now yes, in the previous chapters Dean hates Tova with every fiber of his being. But in this one, he pretty much wishes her to be his girlfriend...the reason for that will be explained later on.

I honestly hope you guys like this! I'm not so sure about the ending, so feedback would be nice. I don't think I will be writing chapters as long as this again and like this again.