A/N Wow! Thank you guys so much for reading this and for the reviews. I'm so happy you all like this! Next chapter it's revealed who A.J.'s father is! I'm sure you guys already know, but if you want to take a guess! =). Leave a review if you like this and I'll post the next chapter later today!
A.J. was still lying on the bed as the black hooded figure was floating above her. A string of light was starting to float out of A.J.'s open mouth and slowly making its way into the black figures open mouth.
Sam raised his gun and fired a shot right through the figure. It stopped what it was doing and jerked its head toward Sam. Its red eyes were glaring right into Sam's eyes and then it quickly jerked its head back toward A.J. and began again. The long string of white light was starting to come out of her faster. Sam shot at it again and it didn't budge.
"Where's the hex bag?" Dean growled at Tate grabbing him by the shirt again. Tate looked around nervously and pointed to a dresser drawer. Dean released Tate's shirt, throwing Tate back to the ground; and ran over to the drawer and saw a small brown bag inside. He grabbed the bag out of the drawer and set it on the dresser. Dean took out his lighter and placed it over the hex bag. He lit the hex bag on fire and watched as a blue flame appeared. Sam lowered his gun and put it into his waistband as the black figure disappeared. They all watched as the white light slowly drifted back into A.J.'s open mouth and her body jerked upwards. She began to breathe heavily.
Dean quickly ran over to A.J. and put his arm under her head and lifted her body up. He nodded for Sam to come over. Sam quickly walked over toward Dean and A.J. Sam took out his gun again and pointed at Tate as Tate was slowly backing up to the motel room door.
"Don't even think about it!" Sam exclaimed as he kept an eye on Tate. "Why don't you just sit down?" He said using the gun to point at a chair. Tate reluctantly sat down in the chair and crossed his arms.
"A.J., wake up." Dean said softly looking down at her face. Her eyes were still closed as he put two fingers on the side of her throat to check for a pulse. He slowly lowered his head down next to her ear and whispered,
"If you wake up, this will all be over, I promise." Dean slowly moved his arm out from underneath A.J.'s head and got to his feet. He took in a deep breath and looked over at Tate. Dean was thinking about how much he wanted to go punch Tate in the face and seriously injure him.
"Sam, Dean." Dean quickly whipped around and saw A.J.'s eyes open and looking around. He quickly walked over to the bedside and helped her sit up.
"What happened?" She asked looking up at Dean and holding the top of her head. Sam eyed Tate as Tate stared back and then he stared at A.J.
A.J. quickly followed Sam's gazed and stared in horror at Tate. Her mouth hung open as she pointed a finger at him. Her eyes began to tear up and rage began to boil inside her.
"You?" She asked as Tate's brown eyes widened. "It was you? You bastard!" She shouted as she crawled across the bed away from Sam and Dean. She put her feet on the floor and quickly walked over to where Tate was sitting. She stood in front of him and slapped him across the face.
"You wanted to kill me? We were in love for 4 years and this is how you treat me?" She began to cry more and slapped him even harder.
Sam and Dean quickly walked to her side and Sam pulled her into a hug to console her. Dean just smirked at Tate's terrified face. A.J. buried her face into Sam's chest crying still.
"Where's the hex bag to end this?" Dean said calmly looking into Tate's eyes. Tate shifted his eyes back and forth as he dug in his pocket and pulled out a medium sized brown bag. Tate sighed with defeat and handed it over to Dean. Dean yanked it out of Tate's hand and looked over at Sam.
"A.J., do you want to do the honor?" Dean asked as she peeled her face off of Sam's chest and nodded her head.
"Gladly." She wiped the tears off of her cheeks and took the lighter and hex bag. She placed it on the dresser and lit it on fire. She looked back at Tate as he slumped in his seat and she had a smile on her face, but the smile was short lived. Her face went from smiling to a gasp as she looked at Tate in horror. The black figure stood above him and she watched as it used its black hand to gently open Tate's mouth. She brought her hand up to her mouth in shock as a white light began to drift out of Tate's mouth.
Dean had been looking back at A.J. as she lit the hex bag and saw her expression. He immediately turned around and saw what she saw. He took a step back laying an arm across Sam, trying to get him to back away.
Sam looked over and finally saw what everyone else was seeing. None of them could say a word. The black figure finally received Tate's soul and vanished into thin air.
Sam looked back at A.J. as she still stood in shock. She may not have loved Tate anymore, but they had a history. She had to reason with herself and tell herself over and over that he had tried to have her murdered and she shouldn't care about his death.
"What just happened?" Dean said looking toward Sam. Sam shrugged his shoulders and gave a confused look and pointed at Dean,
"I'll have to do more research on that." They now both looked at A.J. who was still in shock, but starting to come to terms with what happened. She was very confused. Dean walked over to A.J. and put a hand on her shoulder.
"It's going to be ok, I think this means it's over." Dean said giving her a reassuring look.
"I sure hope so; I think I'm ready for normal again." She said looking at Dean. Sam and Dean laughed at the thought of normal.
"Yeah you and me both." Dean said still laughing a little.
Sam and Dean took care of Tate and then that night A.J., Sam, and Dean shared another meal together. A.J. ordered pizza from a local restaurant to thank them for all their help. She invited them over to her house for dinner. They went over there for the pizza and to double check that everything was over. They were all laughing and having a good time. Sam and Dean felt really comfortable around A.J.
The mystery of who her father was still floating around. Dean couldn't get his mind wrapped around who this John Williams was and Sam was thinking the same thing.