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Chapter 37

"So, this Crowley just gave you the Colt out of the goodness of his heart?" Allison asked as she sat next to Addison on the sofa in Bobby's study while Sam sat in the chair across from Bobby's desk and Dean sat behind it. Castiel was also in the room, standing off to the side and leaning against a wall as he quietly observed the four of them.

"No, he actually wants the two of them to kill Lucifer," Addison said as she gestured to the boys with the beer in her left hand before she took a long draw from the bottle. She had been their 'bait' in getting into Crowley's compound and would be in need of a couple of more beers to get the feeling of the demon's hand on her ass out of her mind. Playing the damsel in distress never really worked for her, and she was still pissed at the boys for making her dawn the skimpy dark red dress and do just that.

"Really?" Allison asked, looking from her sister to Dean and Dean only nodded in confirmation as he watched Allison's right hand absently rub at her extended stomach as she sat on the sofa.

"It's gotta be a trap, right?" Sam asked as he looked at his brother and Dean looked away from Allison to Sam before he pushed down a grin and shook his head.

"Sam Winchester, having trust issues with a demon," Dean said, "well, better late than never." Allison sighed through her nose as she looked at Dean before she shook her head and looked at Addison who rolled her eyes. "Trap or not," Dean said as he put aside the map in his hands and leaned forward on the desk, "if we got a snow ball's chance, we gotta take it right?"

"Yeah, I suppose," Sam said with a shrug.

"Except, I'm not so sure it is a trap," Dean said and Allison and Addison looked at him.

"What do you mean?" Addison asked as she stood and walked over to the desk, leaving her sister behind. Allison watched the trio from where sat knowing that it would do her no good to look at whatever Dean was about to point out. She was going to be left behind anyway.

"Check it out," Dean said. "I mean Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with Revelation omens, and there's been six missing persons reported in town since Sunday. I think the Devil's there," Dean said before he picked up his own beer and took a swig.

"So," Addison said and the guys looked at her, "we're going there then."

"Yeah," Dean said before he turned his eyes to Sam, "but you can't come with."

"Dean," Sam said, exasperated, but Dean shook his head.

"Look, I go get Satan and screw the pooch, okay, we lost a game piece, that we can take," Dean said and Allison's heart started pounding hard in her chest at the very idea and the fact that Dean seemed so nonchalant about it make it ten times worse. "But if you're there, then we are handing the Devil's vessel right over to him. That's not smart."

"Since when have we ever done anything smart?" Sam asked.

"He's got you there, Dean," Addison said and Sam smiled at her while Dean glared at her as she took a drink of her beer.

"I'm serious," Dean said heatedly before he looked back at Sam.

"So am I," Sam said. "Haven't we learned a damn thing? If we're going to do this, we're going to do this together."

"You're not leaving me out of this," Addison said and the brothers broke their stare to look up at her as she leaned against the desk and smiled between the two of them. "Like I've said before and I will say again a hundred more times, someone's gotta be there to save your asses," she said before she brought her bottle of beer to her lips once more and downed the last of the cheep golden liquid in one go. The guys sighed before they looked at each other once more and Dean hazard a glance at Allison who was looking down at her hand resting on her stomach with a contemplating look on her face.

"Fine," Dean said as he looked at his brother, "but it's a stupid freaking idea." Sighing, he stood from his chair and gestured towards the kitchen. "I'm going for another beer, either of you want one?" Sam shook his head negatively while Addison nodded yes and handed him her empty bottle. Dean nodded before he made his way into the kitchen. With a little effort, Allison got to her feet and quickly followed after him.

"Hey," she said as he opened the fridge and he looked at her over his right shoulder before he grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and turned around to look at her.

"You okay?" he asked, noticing her hand was still on her stomach and she shook her head.

"No, not really," she said and he frowned. "Do you really think that loosing you wouldn't be a big deal?" Dean sighed and turned around to set the two bottles of beer down onto the counter before he turned back to her and put his hands on his upper arms.

"Allie, you know as well as I do that if we win this battle tomorrow, we're not going to come out unscathed," he said as he looked down at her, his eyes locking with hers, "and I was just making a point to Sam."

"That's not what it sounded like to me," she said. "It sounded like you didn't care if you died."

"So long as the people that I care about are safe, I don't care if I die," Dean said and she shook her head. "I know you would do the same thing, Allie. If you weren't pregnant and you were able to go with us tomorrow, you can't tell me that you wouldn't. I know you, Allie, just like you know me."

"What about our baby, Dean? What about our son?" she asked. "Don't you want to know him?"

"I want him to live, Allie," Dean said, his grip tightening on her arms for a fraction of a second before his hands moved to her face where his thumbs wiped away a few tears that had, unknowingly to her, run down her cheeks. "And if I have to die to make sure that there's a world for him to grow up in, then so be it."

"Damn it, Dean, why do you have to be so self-sacrificing?" she asked quietly as she reached out and grabbed at his open button up while his hands remained on her face.

"It's a Winchester trait, I guess," he said back just as quietly before he leaned into her and pressed his lips to her forehead and then her lips, where he kissed her softly. Addison sighed as she did her best to act like she hadn't heard what had just been said between her sister and Dean in the other room. Castiel had a grave look on his face and Addison didn't know what the angel was thinking, hell she could never tell because unless he was frustrated his face was always stoic. She looked away from Castiel and at Sam who looked up at her at the same time that she looked at him.

"I'm guessing by the look on your face you heard their conversation," she whispered and Sam nodded. "Don't worry, Sammy," she said as she reached out and put her left hand on his left shoulder. "I won't let anything happen to your brother. I promise." Sam raised an eyebrow as Addison lowered her hand and he sighed and shook his head as he took in the look on her face.

"Who's self-sacrificing now?" Sam asked with his expression serious.

"Just about any hunter worth his or her salt really," she said before she took the half-empty beer from his hand and took a drink from the bottle. Sam smiled at her sadly as she lowered the bottle from her lips and winked at him. Just then, Bobby rolled into the room camera and tripod in his lap. "What's that for?" Addison asked with a smile when she saw the camera.

"You don't know what a camera's for, Addie?" Bobby asked, throwing one of his rare smiles her way. She laughed before she handed Sam back his beer and walked over to help him set it up. "Everybody, get in here. It's time for the lineup," he said as he worked on setting the timer. "Usual suspects in the corner," he said and Addison walked over to Sam with a smile and a shrug while Castiel joined them and Allison and Dean came into the study from the kitchen hand in hand.

"You're a photographer now, Bobby?" Dean asked.

"Shut up, you're drinking my beer," Bobby said and everyone but Castiel chuckled. "Besides, I'm going to need something to remember you're sorry asses by." Allison smiled despite the situation and put her hand on Bobby's left shoulder when he brought his chair to a stop directly in front of her and Dean. Dean put his arm around Allison's shoulders and held her close while Addison fell in line between Dean and Sam putting her arms around them while they did the same. Castiel stood on the other side of Sam and everyone settled in.

"Way to be positive, Bobby," Addison said lightly.

"Bobby's right," Castiel said. "Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is out last night on Earth." Needless to say, everyone's expression in the photograph was undoubtedly less than thrilled.

"Please be careful, Addie," Allison said the next morning as she helped her sister pack up her bag.

"I will," Addison said, but she kept her eyes on the task at hand and didn't look at her sister as she packed what she would need for the battle that was ahead of her.

"Addie," Allison said and Addison zipped up her bag and finally looked at her sister. "I want you to take this with you," she said as she held out the silver knife their father had given Allison in its holster. "I know it probably won't do much good, but think of it as having me with you since I can't be there to watch out for you." Allison was doing her best to hold back her tears, but she felt a few make their way down her cheeks.

"Thanks," Addison said as she gently took the sheathed knife from Allison before she embraced her sister as best she could given the fact that she was seven months pregnant. "I love you, Allie," Addison whispered and Allison tightened her hold on her sister.

"I love you too," Allison said before they pulled apart and Addison smiled slightly before she reached out and wiped away her sister's tears.

"Don't worry, Allie," Addison said. "Everything's going to be okay." Allison nodded and forced a smile. They took their hands off of Allison's stomach and hugged once more. "I'll watch out for Dean, Allie," she said. "He'll come back to you and the baby."

"I'm worried about both of you, so, you better come back to me too," Allison said as they pulled away from each other. Addison's response to her sister was only a smile and a nod.

"Let's get downstairs," Addison said and Allison wiped at her face before she nodded and Addison grabbed her bag and adjusted her grip on the sheathed knife in her hand. Addison left the room first with Allison following behind her before the duo made their way downstairs.

"The boys are outside waiting for you, Addie," Bobby said from where he sat in his wheelchair in the foyer of the house. Addison smiled and nodded her head before she walked over to Bobby and kissed his cheek.

"See ya, old man," she said and Bobby gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded his head before she walked to the door and opened it. She paused long enough to send a blinding smile their way before she waltzed out of the house and down the porch steps, passing Dean as he went back into the house. "Where you going?" she asked once she reached the gravel and turned to look at him.

"To say goodbye to Allie," Dean said as he glanced over his shoulder and started towards the door. As he reached for the doorknob the door swung open and Allison stood just on the other side.

"I thought you were going to leave without saying goodbye," she said relief washing over her to see him standing there. He smiled at her before he took her in his arms and hugged her tight, kissing the side of her head as his right hand left her back and settled on the side of her extended stomach.

"I love you, Allie," he said into her hair and she lifted her head to look up at him. "Don't forget that okay?" he asked her and she nodded before he leaned down and kissed her, his left hand moving to cup her face while his right remained on her stomach.

"I love you too," she whispered when he slowly broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers.

"Dean, we need to go," came Sam's voice from behind him and Dean sighed as he lifted his head, but not before he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. He turned away from her then and walked down the porch steps. Allison saw Castiel and Sam standing near the trunk of the Impala and she waived at them and they both nodded in response before they turned and climbed into the Impala with Dean getting in the driver's seat. She stood there on that porch until she could no longer see the black muscle car making its way down the driveway and Bobby called her name.

"Allie," he said and she turned around to look at him. "Come on back in. You need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry, Bobby," she said as she walked inside and closed the door.

"You gotta eat, girl," Bobby said. "If not for you then for the baby, hmm?" he suggested and Allison nodded.

"Okay," she said before she followed him into the kitchen. All she could do was wait, but at least she had Bobby and she could do with a call to Emily and Chris who were probably worried out of their minds; anything to keep busy really. It was best to keep busy anyway. The busier she was, the less likely she was going to come up with horrible scenarios and mental images that she could really do without.

"Damn it, boys," Bobby said and Allison stopped her pacing long enough to look at him. They hadn't been able to get a hold of Sam, Dean, or Addison for the last six hours. Even Castiel's cell phone wasn't working and both of them were starting to worry even more than when the four of them went off to 'kill the devil.'

"Still nothing?" she asked and Bobby shook his head. "They would have reached Carthage by now, right?" she asked and he looked at her.

"Yeah," he said and she sighed before she started pacing again.

"This is just like when War had hold of that town only a million times worse," she said as she ran her hand down her stomach and took a deep breath before she slowly let it out.

She looked out the kitchen window and willed herself to think positively, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something was very, very, wrong. Suddenly, from Bobby's study came a garbled static sound and Allison looked towards the study just as Bobby was wheeling himself over to the desk on the side of the room that was heavily laden down with papers and books. Allison quickly followed after him and stopped behind his chair as he moved away some books to reveal his transistor radio.

"KC5 Fox Delta Oscar, go ahead," Bobby said after he picked up the transmitter and Allison held her breath.

"Bobby, it's Dean," came Dean's voice and Allison let out the air she had been holding in. "We got problems," he said and Allison's grip on Bobby's chair tightened while Bobby closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

"It's okay, boy, that's why I'm here," Bobby said. "Is everyone all right?"

"No," Dean said. "It's . . . it's Addie, Bobby, it's pretty bad."

"Addie," Allison breathed and Bobby looked up at her. She'd gone white as she let go of his chair and brought her hands to her mouth while she looked down at Bobby with tears in her eyes.

"Sit down, sweetheart," he told her gently and Allison lowered her hands before she walked over to the sofa and slowly sat down her right hand resting on her stomach as her tears freely fell. "Okay," Bobby said into the transmitter, "copy that. So, now we figure out what we do next." Bobby did his best to put the sounds of Allison's quiet sobs out of her head and to help Dean focus.

Dean closed his eyes for a second and hoped that Allison was not in the room with Bobby when he got through. What he had to say next was likely going to hurt her more than anything in the world. He opened his eyes and glanced back to where Sam sat with Addison, doing his best to take care of her and fix the damage done by the Hellhound with little success. Sam sent him a look and Dean sighed before he looked away and brought the transmitter to his lips.

"Bobby, I don't think she's-," Dean stopped himself as his emotions got the better of him for a second. He may not have gotten along with her all the time, but Addison might as well have been his sister and he loved her like he loved Sam.

"I said, what do we do next, Dean?" came Bobby's voice and Dean pushed away the feelings, burying them to he could focus on getting out of the mess they were in.

"Right," he said. "Okay, right."

"Now, tell me what you got," Bobby said and they got down to business.

"Now we know where the Devil's going to be, we know when and we have the colt," Dean said as he stood off to the side with Sam with a severely injured and bandaged Addison sitting feet from them on the blood filled floor of the hardware store they'd been held up in for the last few hours.

"Yeah, we just have to get past eight or so Hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight," Sam said, his eyes glancing at Addison every other word.

"Yeah, and that's after we get Addison the hell out of town," Dean said.

"It won't be easy."

"Stretcher?" Dean suggested and Sam nodded.

"I'll see what we got," Sam said and he started to turn away but Addison stopped him.

"No," she said as forcefully as she could manage then and both Winchesters looked down at her. "Get your heads out of your asses and look at the big picture," she said, her skin ashen and looking like she truly was at death's door. "I can't feel anything from the waist down," she said. "I can't . . . I can't move my legs and I'm pretty sure that if you move me from this spot my insides are going to fall out no matter how many bandages you tie around my waist."

"Addie," Sam started but she shook her head.

"I'm no use out there, but I can do something," she said, her voice shaking a bit from the pain. "We've got everything we need in here to make a bomb, hell, several. Build them and I can give you the time you need to get out of here, get to the farm, and kill Lucifer."

"Addie, no, we can't," Dean said as he shook his head.

"Yes we can, Dean," she said as she looked up at him. "We'll let them in, you guys make a break for it, and I'll blow the bitches up; or give you guys a head start. It's the only option we got."

"What about Allie?" Dean asked her, his voice rough.

"It's for the greater good, Dean, and if you two do your job, I'm not going to die for nothing," she said with a forced smile and Dean gave her a look that made her sigh softly. "In the end, she'll understand," she said quietly as she blinked away the tears that came of thinking of her sister before she looked from him to Sam and then back and forth between them after she cleared her throat. "Now get to work."