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Chapter 22

The girls had left shortly after Dean and Allison reconciled. There was a lingering promise in the air between the two, but neither vocalized it. Whatever happened between them happened, but there were bigger fish to fry and their relationship was put on the back burner while the hotter items were dealt with. Allison drove and as the clock in the truck shined 2:06am, she pulled the truck into a gas station. They were halfway to Chris and Emily's, but they were low on gas and wouldn't make it the rest of the way without stopping. Addison woke up as Allison put the truck in park next to a pump and looked at her.

"What's up?" she asked as she sat up fully and rubbed at her eyes. Allison smiled as she pulled the keys from the ignition and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"We need gas," she said easily and Addison nodded while Allison climbed out of the truck and went over to the pump. It was a prepay or credit card pump, and with no credit cards to her name, Allison trudged towards the inside and made her way up to the counter. "Hi," she said to the older man behind the counter and he gave her a tired smile.

"How can I help you miss?" he asked.

"Could I get twenty on pump 3, please?" she asked as she pulled the money out of the front pocket of her jeans and the man nodded as he took the money and hit a few buttons on the register in front of him and then handed her a receipt. "Thanks," she said before she turned around and went back outside. Addison was standing outside of the truck a frown on her face as she hung up what looked like Allison's phone. "What's wrong?" Allison asked as she moved to the back of the truck and opened the gas cap before she turned to the pump and grabbed the nozzle.

"Sam's gone rouge," Addison said as Allison started filling up the truck and Allison looked at her sister sharply.

"What?" she asked and Addison sighed as she ran her hand through her hair.

"Bobby called your phone while you were inside. Somehow Sam got out of the panic room, knocked Bobby out when Bobby tried to stop him, and took off." Allison simply stared at her sister as she held the nozzle in her hand and poised to put it in the truck so Addison continued. "They've reported his car stolen and they know it's only a matter of time before Sam ditches it and picks up something else. Once he does, they're going to look for him." Allison continued staring at Addison and Addison sighed quietly as she took the gas pump from Allison's hand and put it in the truck before handing Allison her cell phone. "Call Bobby back. He can probably explain it better than me." Allison nodded and took her phone from her sister before she walked around the truck and rested her back against the truck bed as she called Bobby back.

"Allison," Bobby said, knowing she was bound to call him back even if her sister told him everything.

"What happened?" she asked, and Bobby told her what they knew. They had no idea how he got out, but he got out and he was gone. "How's Dean?"

"Pissed off and worried," he said.

"Understandable," she said quietly. "Do you want us to come back, you know, led a hand or something?"

"You two keep going where you're going," Bobby said. "You need to get yourself somewhere safe." Allison frowned as she pushed up from the truck and looked out into the darkness outside the light of the canopy of the gas station.

"Bobby, why do I get the feeling that you haven't told me everything?" she asked.

"I've told you everything I know, Allie," he said. "I just got a feeling. I'd rather you be safe, especially with the baby."

"All right, Bobby, but promise me you'll call me and let me know what's going on," she said. "I'm not going to count on Dean to; he'll be too focused on getting his brother back."

"I'll let you know," Bobby said and Allison nodded.

"Thanks Bobby," she said. "I'll talk to you soon." They hung up and Allison sighed softly as she closed her phone.

"Ready?" Addison asked from where she had perched herself at the back of the truck.

"Yeah," she said as she looked at Addison and held out the keys to her. "You feel like driving?"

"Sure," Addison said before she took the keys from her sister and the two women climbed back in the truck, both completely unaware of what was just days away from happening.

The girls reached Emily and Chris' house just as the couple was sitting down for breakfast. After promising that they would explain everything later that day, each girl went to their respected room. Allison decided to take a shower before crawling into bed. The water relaxed her aching muscles and once she was done she wrapped herself in a towel and padded across the hall back to her room.

"Allison?" came Emily's voice as Allison's hand wrapped around the doorknob and she looked up to see the older woman walk out of the master bedroom and over towards her. "Sweetheart, what's going on? You and Addison leave here and are gone for barely two days before you're back. I'm not saying that I mind it, but honey you look worse now than when you left and you had me worried then. I'm even more worried now."

"It's okay, Emily," Allison said, trying to give the woman she considered a mother a smile but it came out as more of a grimace. "There's just a lot going on and right now I'm too tired to do anything more than sleep. When we start telling you everything, you're going to have a lot of questions. Could I sleep for a little while?"

"All right," Emily said quietly as she pushed Allison's wet hair over her shoulder. "Dry your hair a bit before you lay down. I don't want your cold getting worse." Allison nodded as Emily went back downstairs. Sighing quietly to herself, Allison went into her room feeling terrible for not telling Emily the truth in the first place. As she closed the door a fluttering sound met her ears and she stiffened as she turned around. She held back a scream as she held her towel tightly to her chest and pushed her slightly dripping hair from her face.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded as she looked at the tall and slightly heavy set balding man, but he just smiled at her. It was then that she caught something out of the corner of her eye and she turned her head to see Castiel standing there, a pensive yet slightly frustrated look on his face. "Castiel? What's going on?" she asked him, but he didn't answer her. His eyes simply glanced at the first man before settling back on her.

"I'm Zachariah, Castiel's superior," the balding man said and she looked at him once more.

"That's great. You're an angel," she said with a forced smile and as he nodded the smile left her face and she scowled at him. "Again I ask, what's going on?"

"We've come to take you on a trip," he said as he took a step closer, but Allison took a step back; her back hitting the door behind her.

"If you hadn't noticed, I'm a little underdressed for the occasion," she said sarcastically as she gestured with towards her body with a slight jerk of her head. He glanced down at her and sighed before he grabbed her bag from where she had sat it on the bed. She frowned and glanced at her bag in his hand and then back at his face.

"Now that that's settled," he said and as the final word left his lips Allison and the two angels disappeared from the room.

Addison woke with a sharp gasp from the sleep she had just drifted off into and she jumped slightly in her bed. Something was wrong. She could feel it in her bones. Call it twin ESP, but the Farrell twins had always been attuned with one another and at that moment, something was wrong with Allison. Clamoring from her bed she quickly went down the hallway and swung open her sister's bedroom door to find the bed made and Allison's things nowhere in sight. Panic rose in Addison, and it only deepened when she saw Allison' cell p hone settled on the night stand. Rushing into the room, she picked up the device and held it tightly in her hands before she ran back into the hallway and down the stairs.

Chris was settled in the living room and upon hearing Addison running he turned in his chair and watched her fly out the front door. Frowning, he put his paper down on the coffee table, stood from his chair and made his way over to the door that Addison had left open. He saw the young woman standing in the chilly spring air dressed only in a pair of shorts and a tank top with a frown marring her face.

"Addie, what's wrong?" Chris asked and she turned around and looked at him. To say he was surprised to see the worry and tears in her eyes would have been an understatement. Addison never cried. Ever. He was pretty sure she hadn't even cried when her father died. She was always the strong one. She always felt she had to be because even though Allison was just as strong as Addison, her heart was a little softer and easier to break. "Addie?" Chris said, worry in his tone as he walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders.

"She's gone," Addison said, her voice wavering slightly.

"Who's gone?" Chris asked.

"Allison!" she cried and Chris frowned.

"Addie, she hasn't come back downstairs and your guys' truck is still parked where you left it this morning," he said. "She hasn't gone anywhere."

"Yes she has! Her bag's gone and the only thing left behind of hers is this!" Addison said as she held up Allison's cell phone. Chris lowered his hands from Addison's shoulders and frowned even more as he took the phone from her hands.

"What's going on?" Emily asked as she came out onto the porch, drying her hands on a dish towel.

"Allison's gone," Addison said and Emily frowned.

"That's impossible," Emily said. "I saw her about ten minutes ago and she had just gotten out of the shower. She was going to lay down, which I thought you were doing."

"I was," Addison said, "but she's gone, Em. Her bag is gone and her bed hasn't even been sat on. The only thing left was her phone. I don't know what's happened. I don't know where she is!" The tears fell from Addison's eyes and Emily was just as surprised as Chris to see them from the younger Farrell girl.

"Calm down, Addie, let's get inside before you catch a chill," Emily said as she ushered Addison inside and shared a concerned look with her husband. Addison numbly followed and Emily settled the girl on the sofa. "Chris get Addison a glass of water," Emily said and Chris nodded before he went to the kitchen while Emily sat down next to Addison. "I'm sure Allison is fine, wherever she's gotten to. She's a strong girl, Addie."

"It's different, Em, you don't understand," Addison said as she wiped at her face, frustrated with herself from crying.

"Help me understand then, Addie, because right now I'm completely in the dark," Emily said as Chris reentered the room and handed Addison the glass of cool water. Taking a sip she sighed before she started to tell Chris and Emily of the things that she and Allison had learned from the Winchesters. Of course, she omitted certain things like Sam's addition to demon blood and what Dean exactly had done while he was in hell; and when she was done the expressions on their faces was pretty much what she had been expecting. "Do you think something came and took her?"

"Addie, I may be out of the game, but I'm not rusty," Chris said heavily. "I've got wards and various protection symbols all over the house. Nothing supernatural ever walks through that door or comes in a window." Addison sighed as she rubbed her hand down her face once more before she thought of something.

"Oh no," Addison said and Chris and Emily frowned.

"What?" they asked simultaneously and Addison finally realized how creepy that was, but that was beside the point.

"I think the angels took her," she said and Chris frowned.

"What would the angels want with her?" Chris asked and Addison stood quickly from the couch, but despite his prosthetic leg Chris was quick to his feet and grabbed Addison before she could run off again. "Addison, explain what the hell you're talking about."

"I told you guys the angels want Dean to stop everything, but they haven't told him how he's supposed to do it," Addison said as she looked up at him. "I think they've taken Allie for leverage."

"Leverage?" Emily asked as she stood and Chris lowered his hands from Addison's arms. "Why would they use her as leverage?"

"To get Dean to do what they want," Addison said, getting angrier and angrier as she spoke.

"Because they're together," Chris said quietly and Addison shook her head.

"There's more to it," she said and the older couple was once again frowning at her. "Allison's pregnant with Dean's baby, and if he says 'no' I'm thinking they're going to threaten to harm her and the baby," she said forcefully. Emily gasped and Chris looked at her with wide eyes all the while Addison prayed to whoever was on their side and listening to not let anything happen to her sister.

Bobby looked at the empty place Dean had just been standing with a frown. The boy had just disappeared in front of his eyes, and he blinked a few times just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The ringing of his phone cut through the still air like a hot knife through butter and in his surprised state, he fumbled to answer it. "Hello?" he asked.

"Bobby, is Dean around? I just tried to call him, but he's not answering," the familiar woman's voice said. At the moment he couldn't tell if it was Allison or Addison, so, he had to ask.

"Addie or Allie?"

"Addie," came the harsh voice of the woman on the other line. He should have figured. Allison was usually far more polite than her straight to the point sister.

"The boy just disappeared right in front of me," Bobby said and there was a pause on the other end of the line.

"What?" she asked and he could hear the roar of an engine in the background.

"I said the boy just disappeared right in front of me," Bobby said again. "I have no idea where he went."

"Angels," Addison ground out and Bobby frowned.

"Angels?" he asked.

"They've taken him, Bobby, just like they took Allison," she said and Bobby's frown only deepened.

"What?" he asked and Addison growled in frustration as she hit the steering wheel.

"Allison's gone, something took her, and since Chris' house is more secure than Fort Knox I'm guessing it was angels."

"Why would they take . . .," he started, but trailed off. "You don't think . . ."

"Oh, I think it, I just hope I'm wrong," Addison said. "Look, I'm on my way back to your place maybe the two us together can figure out a way to track them down. Figure out where they would have taken them. I've got to find my sister Bobby."

"Relax, Addie, you're no use to Allison if I have to come claim your body at the morgue after you've been in accident," he said. "I'll look into a few things while you're on your way. I doubt we'll be able to do anything, but it doesn't hurt to try."

"You know, Bobby, if there really is a God and he lets his douche bag cronies hurt my sister, I'll find a way to kill him."

"You're going to kill God?" Bobby asked, not believing he had heard her correctly.

"Hell yeah."

"Well, good luck with that," Bobby said before they ended their call. Addison hit the gas on the truck a little harder and Bobby sighed before he went to a few of his books. He had no idea what to do to track an angel, and he doubted they could but they were sure as hell going to try.

Allison wasn't sure how long she had been sitting in the ornately decorated room, and she was slowly driving herself crazy. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt with her long hair braided loosely over her shoulder. Her feet were bare besides the socks that were in her bag since Zachariah hadn't been considerate enough to grab her shoes from the floor by her bed. She may have been slightly sleep deprived, but she wasn't stupid. She knew the second she found herself in the room and Zachariah told her to sit back and relax that something big was going down.

She had a feeling that it had something to do with why the angels wanted Dean, and she had been brought in as leverage. From her experiences with the angels and from what Dean and Sam had told her about them, it wouldn't have surprised her in the least if they threatened to kill her should he defy them and tell them no. Would he say 'no' to whatever they wanted if the life of the woman he loved and his unborn baby were threatened? She wasn't a hundred percent, but she was pretty sure he would say yes to whatever they wanted if they threatened to hurt her in any way.

Suddenly, she felt the air change in the room and with a frown she looked up to see Castiel standing across the room. She stood from the antique sofa she had been dozing on and closed the distance between the two of them. He did not move, but his eyes had not left her since she spotted him in the room.

"Castiel, why am I here?" she asked.

"It was not my decision to bring you into this," he said as his eyes glanced up before settling back onto hers. "It's almost time, and Zachariah wanted to be certain."

"Wanted to be certain of what? That Dean would just go along with whatever you asked of him? What are you going to do; threaten to kill me if he doesn't do what you ask?" she asked, her brow furrowed.

"You should be resting," he said changing the subject. "Or at least have eaten something," he said upon seeing the plate of food they had left for her had gone untouched.

"I'm not hungry and sleep can come later," she said. He simply stared at her and Allison sighed softly, her right hand moving unconsciously to her lower abdomen. "What's going to happen to me if Dean says 'no,' Castiel?"

"That's not my decision," he said gravely.

"Is anything your decision?" she asked sharply. "I don't understand, I thought Dean was your charge or whatever. Aren't you supposed to do what's best for him?"

"I do not answer to Dean. I answer to Heaven." Castiel turned away from her then and Allison lowered her hand from her stomach only to reach out and catch Castiel's arm.

"Castiel, please," she said and he turned his head so he could look at her, but his body still faced away. "I'm begging you to think about what you're doing . . . about what you're doing to Dean." Castiel turned his head away and pulled his arm from her grasp.

"You'll see him soon," he said, his back to her. "Rest until then." With that Castiel disappeared leaving her alone once more.