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Chapter 34

Allison and Dean shared their good news with everyone once they got back to Chris and Emily's and everyone was happy for them. As they had lunch and talked about potential names, for a second they all forgot about the craziness happening outside the walls of the house and they were just a mishmash family enjoying an early lunch together. However, when Dean and Allison went up to her room to make sure he had everything packed Allison's happy bubble was popped.

"I know it seems like I say this all the time, but please be careful," Allison said as she sat on the edge of her bed next to Dean's bag as he zipped it up after making sure he had everything. He looked at her and gave her a small smile before he raised his left hand to her face and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers softly.

"I'll be careful," he said as he pulled back slightly and Allison sighed softly before she threw her arms around his neck and stood up as she kissed him hard. Dean kissed her back just as heatedly as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him as he righted himself. Slowly, Allison broke their kiss and looked up at him. He raised his right hand to her face and pushed her hair from her face. "What was that for?"

"You looked like you needed it, and I know I needed that," she said and Dean smiled slightly at her as he ran his thumb along her jaw. He leaned down kissed her slowly and softly before Addison's voice cut through their moment.

"Dean! Get your ass in gear," she shouted. "We're waiting!" Dean growled quietly against Allison's lips before he pulled back and looked down at her. She smiled at him and laughed quietly at his face.

"Call if you need anything," she said and he nodded before he caught her lips quickly as he let her go and grabbed his bag from her bed.

"Take care of him," Dean said as he brushed his left hand across her stomach. Allison nodded her head in agreement as he stepped away from her, turned, and crossed the room to the closed bedroom door.

"I love you," she said and he smiled as he grabbed the doorknob and paused long enough to look at her once more.

"I love you too," he said and with that Dean left. Allison sighed quietly as she sat back down on her bed and put her right hand on her stomach. She had already said her goodbyes to Sam and Addison before Dean and her had gone upstairs, so, she didn't feel the need to go downstairs and say good bye to them. She hated the fact that she was left behind, again, but she couldn't fight. Not now anyway. She wasn't sure how long she sat there when there was a gentle knock on her door before it opened. She looked up from the floor and gave Chris a small smile as she lowered her hand to her side.

"Are you all right, Allie?" he asked as he walked further into the room and sat down on the bed next to her.

"I'm fine," she said, though she wasn't very convincing and Chris gave her a look that clearly said he didn't believe her. She sighed softly before she ran her hand through her hair and looked away from him. "Okay, so, I'm not okay," she admitted.

"They've only been gone for a half an hour," Chris said and Allison turned her eyes to Chris once more.

"I know, but I feel useless," she said.

"Hey, you're not useless," Chris said. "You've got a very important job right now. You've got to watch out for that little one growing inside you."

"Yeah, but the world might end, Chris," she said. "Dean, Sam, and Addie; they're out there in the thick of it while I sit here, safe and sound, waiting it out. Will there even be a world for me to bring him into when all is said and done?" Chris sighed and covered her right hand with his left as they rested on the bed between them.

"I may not have known them long and don't know them half as well as you and your sister, but if anyone can stop the devil, it's Sam and Dean Winchester," Chris said.

"But at what cost?" she asked, tears filling her eyes. Damn her pregnancy hormones and the emotional rollercoaster they had had her on for the last few weeks. "I put on a strong face for Dean, Chris, because he worries enough and has the world to bear; but inside I'm a mess. I'm scared I'm going to lose him. I'm scared I'm going to lose Addie. What if we don't come out on top? What if Dean doesn't survive if we do? What if he doesn't get to hold his son?" Her tears took over than as a soft sob escaped her lips and Chris took her into her arms and hugged her tight.

"It'll be okay, Allie," Chris said. "You'll see." She clung to the former hunter as though he was her lifeline as she cried, and she only wished she could believe him.

Addison was sitting in the back of the Impala while Sam and Dean were inside the sheriff's station, hopefully getting the information of any of the witnesses. She was once again wearing her brown wig and scratched absently at the netting as she crossed her legs in the back seat. After what seemed like hours the guys finally came out of the station, Dean with a crazy smile on his face as Sam gestured for her to get out of the car. She did and smoothed out her skirt before she walked along the sidewalk to where the men were standing.

"What's up?" Addison asked as she looked between them only to frown at Dean's expression. "Why do you look like you're five and were just told you're going to Disneyworld?" Addison asked with a raised eyebrow and Sam scoffed a laugh while Dean's smile only grew.

"Little Bastard," Dean said as he turned and started to walk towards the building next door to the station and she raised her eyebrows and looked at Sam, who smiled at her face.

"James Dean's car," he explained with a shrug and Addison nodded slowly.

"Okay," Addison said slowly before she and Sam followed after Dean. They entered the garage and walked around a few metal shelves and other cars in evidence only to come upon a classic Porsche and the three of them walked around it, Addison settling herself behind it as she rested her hip against one of the work stations.

"So, this what," Sam asked, "Christine?"

"Christine is fiction," Dean said as he slowly walked around to the front of the car and Sam came to a stop near Addison. "This . . . this is real."

"Okay," Addison said again as she crossed her arms over her chest, "what's the deal with it then?" she asked and Dean smiled.

"Well, after James Dean died, his mechanic bought the wreckage and fixed it up," Dean said, "and it repaid him by falling on him," Dean finished with a click of his tongue as he started to walk closer to Sam and Addison but stopped halfway up the side of the car. "The Tony McHenry was killed when it locked up on the racetrack, I mean, death follows this car around like exhaust. Nobody touches it and comes away in one piece," he said as he leaned down to get a better look at the blood covered dash before he slowly stood back up. "Then in 1970 it vanished off the back of a truck. Nobody's ever seen it since," he said as he walked back towards the front of the car and held out his hands. "Guys, if this car really is Little Bastard, I will bet you dollars to doughnuts it's what killed the guy."

"How do we know for sure?" Sam asked as Addison pushed up from against the work station and took a few steps forward to stand next to Sam.

"Cal matched the VIN number but the only real way to know is the engine number," Dean said as he gestured towards the back of the car.

"And the engine number is-," Addison started, but Dean cut her off.

"On the engine, yeah," Dean said.

"Awesome," Addison said quietly before Sam and Dean shared a look and set to work jacking up the car. Once the car was raised, Addison bit her lip and looked at Dean who stood with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. "You sure about this?" Addison asked him and Dean glanced at her as he let out a soft sigh.

"Yeah," he said lightly.

"You want me to do it?" Sam asked as he looked at his brother.

"No," Dean said with a shake of his head. "No, no, I've got it." He walked a little closer to the car and Addison had to bite back her smile as he started actually talking to the car. "Okay, baby, I'm not gonna hurt you, so, don't hurt me." Addison and Sam looked at each other as Dean settled himself down on the roller and Addison raised her eyebrows while Sam shrugged. After a second, Dean rolled under the car and Sam walked around to the side before he went down to the floor.

"Need a flashlight?" Sam asked and Addison heard Dean's sharp intake of breath.

"No," Dean said. "Don't do anything. Just go away."

"Um, okay," Sam said and Addison was full on smiling. Despite the possible danger in the whole thing it was actually kind of funny to hear Dean so on edge all thanks to a car.

"Don't speak, all right?" Dean asked. "In fact, don't even look at her. She might not like it." Sam stood up then and gave Addison a look that clearly told her he thought his brother was nuts and she smiled at him as he walked over to where she stood. However, she did notice that as he stood next to her he looked away from the car. After a few more seconds Dean came out from under the car quickly and spit the pencil from his mouth before he stood with a heavy sigh. He looked at Sam and Addison briefly before he cleared his throat and handed off the piece of paper to Sam. "Find out who owned it," he said, "and not just the last owner, you gotta take it all the way back to 1955."

"That's a lot of research," Sam said as he lowered the paper and looked at Dean.

"Well, I guess I just made your afternoon," Dean said and Sam sighed as Dean picked up his jacket and walked away, still breathing heavily and with a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. Addison smirked at his expression, but rolled her eyes all the same.

"I'll help you, Sam," Addison said as she picked up Sam's jacket and he turned his head to look at her. She smiled at him encouragingly and he gave her a tight lipped smile back before he took his jacket from her.

"Thanks, Addie. It's going to take us a while, so, let's go," he said and the two of them followed the path Dean had taken out of the building.

Allison sighed quietly as she sat on the porch swing, rocking gently as she enjoyed the warm afternoon weather and the gentle breeze coming across the fields surrounding Emily and Chris' house. The long grass was blowing in the wind and the trees rustling. It was the perfect late summer afternoon. She hadn't heard from the others since they got to Canton, but Allison wasn't the least bit surprised. They were working a job and she wasn't expecting them to call and check in every hour. Her research into signs had only led her into more dead ends, so, she had given up on looking.

Chris and Emily had gone to the store, leaving Allison behind, but she didn't mind in the least bit. She didn't feel like leaving the house. She started humming to herself quietly as she rubbed her stomach absently. She closed her eyes as the breeze blew her hair around her face and relaxed back against the raised back of the swing. As she gently rocked back and forth her soft hum drifted off as she fell asleep.

"Hello Allison," a smooth voice said, startling Allison from her light slumber, and she gasped quietly as she woke. She righted herself and looked to her left only to see a man she did not know smiling kindly at her. His dark blonde hair was short and he had a five o'clock shadow along his jaw and chin. He seemed relaxed, far too relaxed, and Allison was suddenly on edge. Quick to her feet she stepped away from the sing and frowned as she looked at the man.

"Who . . .," she before she cleared her throat after her voice gave way. "Who are you?" she asked.

"A friend," he said in a tone that was meant to sooth her, but it only served to put her more on edge.

"Somehow I seriously doubt that," she said and the man smiled as he slowly stood from the swing and Allison took a step back from him as he did so.

"Don't worry, Allison," he said slowly. "I don't mean you any harm. How about you tell me where you are and we can have this chat in person?" he asked.

"How about not?" she asked back. "Who the hell are you?" she asked and he chuckled quietly at that before he sighed and walked over to the hip high white railing of the patio and leaned forward, resting his hands on the thick wood.

"I think you know," he said slowly as he looked out over the fields in front of the house. "What do those hunter instincts of yours tell you?" he asked as his eyes turned to her over his right shoulder and Allison took yet another step back from him.

"Lucifer," she whispered and he smiled at her as he righted himself and turned to look at her. "What do you want?"

"Just to talk," he said as he held out his hands before his eyes flittered down to her stomach and his hands fell to his sides. "It looks like you could use a friend."

"You're not my friend," Allison said as she put her hands on her stomach in a protective fashion and Lucifer's eyes returned to her face. "Get the fuck out of my head."

"Such language for an expectant mother," he said with a slight shake of his head as he took a few steps closer to her. Allison stepped back only to have her back hit one of tall posts.

"Yeah, well, my language isn't any of your concern," she said. Lucifer sighed as he looked at her and quit advancing.

"It's really pointless, you know," Lucifer said and Allison frowned.

"What's pointless?" she asked.

"Everything you, Sam, Addison, and Dean are doing," he said. "It's a complete waste of your energy. Sam will say yes. You know he will."

"No he won't," Allison said, her hands going back to her sides.

"You sound so sure," he said, "but I know different. You're fighting to save the world, but it's only going to end. The boy growing inside of you won't even live long enough to take his first steps." Tears lined Allison's eyes but she held them back as her lower lip quivered slightly.

"You're wrong," Allison said, her voice firm.

"Am I?" he asked.

"Yeah, because Sam and Dean . . . they'll find a way to stop all of this," she said as two tears slipped from her eyes. The doubt that had filled her mind just days earlier was all but gone now as she stood in front of the fallen angel. Sam and Dean would stop him. She knew they would. She just didn't know how.

"Your faith in them is astounding, and sadly misplaced," Lucifer said with a shake of his head and a slight frown on his face.

"No it's not," Allison said. "The Winchesters are stronger than you give them credit for, and you'll see. You'll see."

Allison woke with a gasp and jerked away from the warm hand on her shoulder. She looked up only to see Chris looking at her with a small frown on his face as he pulled his hand away and adjusted the paper bag in his hand and stood straighter. Allison frowned as she looked around and found herself sitting on the porch swing. She sighed heavily as she sank back against the wood of the swing and looked back up at Chris.

"Are you all right, Allie?" Chris asked her.

"Yeah," she said with a shaky smile. "I just had a really weird dream." Chris nodded his head and took a step back.

"Come on inside," Chris said. "Emily got that ice cream you wanted." She nodded and stood, following Chris. However, she paused at the stairs.

"I've got to run upstairs," Allison said and Chris looked at her. "I'll be back down in just a minute." Chris smiled at her and nodded his head before he headed for the kitchen and Allison went upstairs. As she walked upstairs, she pulled her cell phone from her pocket.

Dean sat at the bar, nursing his first beer as he relaxed at the bar. He knew he probably should have been helping Addison and Sam looking into who owned the car, but he had just laid under a car that was cursed and was lucky to have come out unscathed. He needed to unwind a bit. His cell phone ringing interrupted his thoughts and he sighed as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. He looked at the ID and smiled slightly when he saw 'Allie' flashing back at him.

"Hey," he said as he answered the phone.

"Hey," she said back, her tone worrisome. Dean frowned and sat a little straighter in his chair.

"Allie, what's up?" he asked and she sighed heavily.

"Dean . . . he . . . he came to me," she said and Dean's frown only deepened.

"Who?" he asked.

"Lucifer," she said after a beat and it took every ounce of will power Dean had in his body not to race out of that bar and drive back to Iowa.

"What? How?" he asked.

"I fell asleep on the porch and he came to me in a dream. The same way he came to Sam," she said.

"Are you all right?" he asked her, his voice deepening and getting harsher in his anxiety and concern for her.

"Yes, I'm fine, Dean, don't worry," she said quickly. "I just . . . needed to hear your voice."

"What did he want?" he asked.

"To talk," she said in return and he heard her sigh again. "He tried to get me to tell him where I was and convince me that everything was going to end. That Sam was going to say yes to him and a few other things." Her voice shook a bit, and Dean knew that whatever else the devil said to her it had unnerved her.

"Allison," Dean said softly, his tone gentle and warm, just like it was when they were alone together. The soft side of Dean Winchester rarely made a public appearance and it had slipped out to calm his girl over the phone since he was hundreds of miles away from her and couldn't do it in person. "What did he tell you that has you so upset?"

"He said our baby won't live long enough to take his first steps," she whispered after several long beats that Dean had gave her to gather her thoughts. "That we were wasting our energy in trying to stop him because it was all going to end anyway."

"Allie, I promise you that our son is going to live a long and hopefully happy life," Dean said with a firm voice. His chest had tightened at her declaration, but he kept himself together and his mind focused on taking care of Allison right then. "I'm going to do everything I can to make sure of that."

"I know," she said, "and that's all the more reason for me to be worried."

"Don't be," Dean said. "I plan on sticking around too, Allie."

"But no promises, right?" she asked, her voice sounding slightly bitter, but Dean didn't say anything about it.

"That's the curse of the life, isn't it?" Dean asked and she sighed softly once more.

"Yeah," she said. "I'll let you get back to work. Let me know how it goes."

"I will," he said, "and Allie?"

"Yeah?" she asked back.

"I love you," he said. She smiled slightly and closed her eyes briefly; and even though he couldn't see it, Dean knew she was smiling.

"I love you too," she said back before they ended their call and Dean put his phone back in his pocket with a sigh. He took a large gulp of his beer and turned the glass around for a few minutes on the wood bar. Despite Allison's phone call, Dean had a job to do and he needed to focus. He cleared his throat and took another drink of his beer. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

"So, twenty says that this Little Bastard isn't the Little Bastard that's got Dean's knickers in a twist," Addison said as she and Sam hunkered down at the table in their motel room, Addison commandeering Sam's lap top.

"You really want to bet?" Sam asked with a grin as he shrugged out of his suit jacket and took off his tie. Addison shrugged and took off her wig before draping it over the back of the chair next to her.

"Call it a hunch, but I don't think that car is the car that everyone thinks it is," she said. "I think pour Cal got screwed before he got . . . well, screwed." Sam scoffed a laugh before he shook his head.

"All right," Sam said. "I'll take your bet."

"You really think that this car is the real thing?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"I figure I got a fifty/fifty shot," he said and Addison laughed a she shook her head and turned her eyes to Sam's computer. Sam sighed quietly as he watched her for a second and Addison's fingers stilled on the keys before she looked back up at him.

"What?" she asked and Sam pulled out a chair and sat down.

"There's something I've wanted to talk to you about," he said and Addison knew what it was before he even said anything. Sam's face was so easy for her to read. It was a lot like reading her sister's face. She knew every tick and every expression, and she really wasn't surprised. The conversation they were about to have was a really long time coming, and she figured she should just put Sam out of his misery.

"Sam," she said, "I know and it's really been the same for me too."

"What?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"Hooking up," she said and Sam suddenly relaxed. He actually looked relieved, and Addison smiled. He felt guilty for 'using' her, but really she was using him just as much as he used her. After all, she was the one that initiated it all every time. Not once did Sam make a move, so, he really had no reason to feel guilty. "Maybe since we're as good as related now thanks to Dean and Allie's coupling, we should pull back the reigns."

"You want to?" he asked and she nodded.

"Trust me, it's been a lot of fun; but that's all it ever was. You and me, Sammy, we're too different," she said and Sam laughed.

"No more different than Allie and Dean," he said.

"Yeah we are," she said with a pointed look and Sam knew she was right. In many ways the two were polar opposites and though the sex had been awesome that's all that it really was between them. It was sex and nothing more. "Plus, you know under that thick shell of his that Dean's got a soft heart, Sam," she said and Sam knew she was right yet again. "Sure, he may talk the talk and walk the walk, but when it comes to the things that matter most to him . . . when it comes to family, there's nothing he won't do."

"You're right," he said and Addison smiled at him.

"Of course I am," she said. "Now get that other laptop and let's get busy. We got a whole lot of digging to do, and I've got twenty bucks to win." Sam smiled at her and shook his head before he did as she said. With his guilt lifted over what had been going on between them, Sam felt a lot better. Now, if he could just get his brother to stop treating him like he was five, he'd be all set.