so yeah, took me forever right? well i had college and...a lot of writer's blocks :/ the point? HERE IT IS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY. will try to update more frequently, now that its summer. thank you to all the people who still reviewed and stuck with me :D you guys are the best! as i said, i will never give up on this story, chapters will always come, no matter how long inbetween :D

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Chapter 7: Bad Day at Black Rock Part 1

I woke up curled up in Sam's arms. I grunted softly, trying to break free, swearing as his arms tightened at my movement. The gesture would have been endearing if it hadn't of made me feel so awkward. This wasn't why I wanted to sleep next to Sam. He was my best friend and it was comforting to be near him when I was upset with Dean. Sam had always been someone I could go to, especially when I had had fights with Dean…or John back in the day. I used to get in awful fights with John over school work. I remember I brought home a failing math test in fourth grade and he nearly exploded.

He was on a short fuse regardless, so I should have known better to not light so many matches around him. I couldn't help that I was so awful in math; both Sam and Dean had tried to help me with it. I still couldn't believe that Dean had gotten a better test grade then me. I swear he cheated off that nerd of a kid he used to sit next to. I got sent to bed without dinner four nights in a row. Thanks to Sam, who snuck me biscuits and some of the fruit roll ups we kept in the cabinets; I didn't spend the night so hungry.

Sam also knew just how to hold me when things got so bad I ended up crying. John was a stern father and a hell of a lot meaner when he had a few beers in him. Sure, at the end of the day, he was a good father. I had no one else to go to when my dad died. So it was a great burden to take me in when he already had Sam and Dean to take care of. I respected him for that, more now than I did when I was little.

I gently pried Sam's arms off me and pushed back from him, intending on putting my foot down on the floor and using it to push myself up from bed. Unfortunately, I was closer to the edge of the bed than I thought and the push away from Sam was enough to knock my ass onto the floor. I groaned and heard a faint chuckle from across the room. I rolled my eyes and turned my head to look at Dean from the floor. He was seated comfortably at the table, which held Styrofoam cups of coffee and a plastic bag full of food from the diner down the road.

"Hope you enjoyed the show, jerk." I sat up and used the bed to help myself stand, since Dean apparently had no intention of helping me.

"Hey, I wasn't going to help pry yourself out of Sam's arms when you clearly wanted to be there last night."

I felt my lower back and slowly walked to the bathroom. "It was an accident; I had no intention of being…"

"If I could count the number of times I've used that excuse…" Dean sipped his coffee.

I turned the bathroom light on. "Sorry Dean, you did this to yourself."

"So since, we apparently have this open relationship now," I glared at him. "Can I have the hot cashier I met this morning sleep with me tonight?"

"I didn't sleep next to Sam because he's hot!"

"Oh…so now you think he's hot."

I threw a shirt at him, which he easily caught. "I slept next to him because you were being an asshole!"

He shrugged and made this face that looked like he had this "holier than thou" attitude going on. Like he was innocent in all this. Like I chose to sleep next to Sam because I was secretly in love with him.

"I'm an asshole most of the time! You've never bunkered down to Sam before!"

I glanced over at Sam, surprised he wasn't even stirring from the noise. I looked back at Dean. "You were never like this before your deal. You…were never so self-sacrificing and…and mean!" He raised his eyebrows at my childlike comment.

He came closer to me and licked his lips, a small devilish smirk flashing on his face…I didn't like how it made me feel. Not that the feeling was a bad one, it was just…ugh! I was trying to be angry at him and he approached me looking so goddamn sexy.

I rolled my eyes for dramatic effect, and looked away from him as his hands gripped the sides of my waist, pulling me towards him a little.

"Hey, come on." He turned his head to try and get me to look at him but I turned my head in the other direction. "Look at me."

"No." His devilish charms weren't going to work on me if I didn't look at him. He placed a small kiss on my neck and I swallowed. "I'm not letting you slide just because you know where I liked to be kissed." I said softly, weakly.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him smiling, like he thought he was winning. Fuck…he kinda was.

"Here," He said, kissing my neck again. He slid my shirt of in one fluid motion that I couldn't find time to grab it back from him, or maybe…I just didn't want to. "Here," He kissed my shoulder. He smiled against my skin and his head dipped lower to kiss below and between my breasts. "There." My stomach fluttered as he kneeled. "Here." He kissed above my belly button. He looked up at me. "Heart warming up to me yet?"

That wasn't the only thing warming up to him, I chewed on my lower lip. "You're a cheater. Using your lips is like using your hands in soccer."

"Oh…" He pulled on the drawstring of my bottoms. "So you want me to use my hands now?"

I swatted his hands away before he could get any farther. But it was to no avail. I let him slide the fabric down ten seconds later. He picked me up and laid me down in bed, he gracefully laid himself on top of me and covered both of us, head to toe, with the blankets.

The blankets were so thick that it created an intimate darkness between us. I couldn't see him but I could feel his heart beat against through his clothes and against my chest.

His breath was hot against my ear and his voice was soft and meaningful. "I know 'I'm sorry' is just starting to sound like an excuse but… I am. Sorry." He swallowed and his hand came up to caress my face. "I don't have much of a life left…"

I swallowed, no I couldn't hear this. I tried to shift out from under him. "Dean…"

"Shh." He crooned, stroking my hair. "Let me say this." I stopped squirming and looked up at him, at where his face would have been if the dark sheets hadn't hidden his form. "I don't have much of a life left and I … have to remember that you and Riley are the most important things in it. And you're right, I'm angry and I'm pissed and upset…but there's no reason to let it all out on you."

I licked my lips, and he must have been so close that when I did it, I touched his lips as well. "Yeah, because when it comes to emotions, you're not really the crying and poetry jam type."

He chuckled and it was the best sound in the world.

"I just get the angry emotions…" I said softly. "And when I'll think of you…us…" I swallowed tears down, staying strong. "That's not what I want to remember."

He cupped the side of my face, stroking his thumb under my eyelid, like painting a brushstroke on a canvas.

"Then I promise to be more like the man you fell in love with." He nodded, swearing to me. The look in his eyes was making a promise.

"The man I fell in love with?" I smiled and bit my lower lip; he placed a kiss on my nose.

He nodded softly and rested his forehead against mine. "Cheap pick up lines and all."

I laughed loudly and he smiled against my lips.

Our next hour spent fooling around under the covers woke up Sam.

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"I think we should tell Dean about your little demon sidekick."

"Ruby?" Sam looked over at me as I packed my bags. "You said we wouldn't tell him."

I sighed and looked at the bathroom door and waited to make sure I still heard the shower going before I continued. "That was before she said that she could get him out of his deal. And by the way, thanks so much for dropping this crap on me like a bomb."

"Look," Sam sighed. "I just…thought you deserved to know, we had this little partnership going on with this demon and I didn't want to lie to you."

"Duly noted." I muttered, running a hand through my hair. Jacket, socks, pants….shirts…what was I missing? I looked around the room and my eyes landed on my pajama pants pile lying on the table. "Bingo." I went over, gathered the clothes in my arms and stuffed them into the duffel.

He sat on the bed and watched me. "I don't want to tell Dean until we're sure this Ruby can hold up her end."

I gave him a look that I hope was forceful enough for him to realize how idiotic I thought he was being. "Sam. Demons lie. For their own benefit." I said everything as slow and carefully as I could. Who would have ever thought that I would need to explain something so simple to the smarter Winchester brother? Or well, at least I thought he was the smartest. After this…who the hell knows?

"What makes this Ruby chick any different? And just so you know…Dean will figure this out. He will; he usually always does. Remember when I broke that rifle when I was younger…and you and I devised a plan to bury in the back of the motel? Who found out about it…not two days later?" I rolled my eyes and put my shoes on. "I don't want to get into another fight with Dean, okay? So either we tell him together, or I'll do it by myself Sam."

I shoved the last piece of clothing into my bag and zipped it up.

I heard the bathroom door crack open. How long had the shower been off?

"Tell me what, Andy?" Dean's voice echoed in my head, I felt a headache sear my temples.

I sighed and closed my eyes. This is what I had been afraid of.

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"Because "demon", that's why. I mean, the second you find out this Ruby chick is a demon; you go for the holy water. You don't chat!" Dean yelled, making the pounding in my head become something resembling a Metallica concert.

"Ugh." I rubbed my temples. "Come on, Dean…please?" I looked up and squealed as Dean dodged a bird in the middle of the road. "And watch the damn road!"

I said that the same time Sam finally spoke up. "No one was chatting, Dean."

He had been letting Dean vent for the past ten minutes, telling Sam how stupid, careless and reckless he had been just letting a demon leave his goddamn presence. The only way the bitch should have been leaving, according to him, was via cloud of black smoke.

"Don't even start." Dean snapped. "I'll get to you in a minute."

I bit my tongue on the comment of, "Who died and made you John Winchester?" and just huffed, leaning back in the seat. Sam sighed and I looked at him in the passenger seat, he was reaching down to the mini cooler that he kept between his legs on the ground on longer car rides. He handed me a bottle of water and some Tylenol from his coat pocket. I took it gratefully and downed the pills as quick as I could.

"Oh, yeah?" Dean swerved left and it was followed by an angry car honk from a pissed off driver he cut off. "Then, why didn't you send her ass back to hell?"

"Because she said she might be able to help us out!" Sam was starting to yell now too…or maybe everything was just being magnified because of my headache.

"How?" Dean gripped the wheel at a red light and Sam didn't respond. He just shook his head, obviously pissed and upset and looked out the window. Dean's voice softened a fraction, he was still angry…but not at the magnitude he was before. "No, really, Sam, how? How could she possibly help us?"

I leaned up in my seat. "Look, Dean, she told Sam she could help you, okay? Help you out of the crossroads deal."

The glare Dean gave me cut me into a million pieces. How the hell did he have so much power over me? Oh…right, because I loved him. "You're just…fucking desperate aren't you?" I sighed and leaned back. "You'll just go with anything, with any crazy idea to get me out of this deal?"

He slammed on the gas as the light turned green and I was jolt back into the seat, some of the wind knocked out of me. "Ugh!" I held my chest for a moment. "Christ Dean." I shoved the front seat hard.

Sam shook his head. "And for the record, Andy didn't agree with me and Ruby. She was saying everything you're telling me now, although which a much nicer tone. And she wanted to tell you what was going on! Andy and I aren't on the same side on this."

I swallowed and felt like I had somehow betrayed Sam's trust…but Dean needed to know. Especially since it had everything to do with him.

Dean seemed to take that information into account, you know, for a whole ten seconds. Then he started screaming at Sam again. "What is wrong with you, huh? She's lying! You've gotta know that, don't you?"

I couldn't tell whether he was angrier at Sam for listening to Ruby or at Ruby for trying to weasel her good graces into Sam's head…which she obviously accomplished at doing. "She knows what your weakness is: it's me." He paused and swallowed, like he didn't really want to admit that to Sam.

"What else did she say?" Sam didn't respond again and I sighed, lying down on the seat and burying my head under Dean's leather jacket. "Dude?" He prodded.

"Nothing." Sam said, short and annoyed. I felt like he wasn't going to talk to me again. He and I both knew telling Dean would go badly…and now he was getting attacked for it. So yeah, there was a good chance Sam wasn't going to speak to me for days.

I peeked my head out from under Dean's jacket and looked up at Dean between the seats; he was giving Sam this look that made Sam confirm Dean thought he was full of shit.

"Nothing, okay?" Sam yelled, making my ears ache. "Look, I'm not an idiot, Dean! I'm not talking about trusting her! I'm talking about using her. We're at war, right? And we don't know jack about the enemy." I watched Dean's face as Sam spoke, for a moment he looked like he was getting through to him…but then I saw a wall go up over his face. Dean wasn't having any of this.

"And, this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. It's a risk; I think Sam and I both know that. But maybe…we need to consider taking it." I said softly, sitting up.

Dean just sighed as he turned into the Singer Salvage Yard. "You're okay, right? I mean, you're feeling okay—"He looked back at me but it was Sam who answered.

"Yes! She's fine! Why are you always asking her that?" As soon as the car stopped he got out and slammed the door. I was surprised Dean didn't jump out right after him and drag his ass back to the car to shut the door correctly.

I ran my hands over my face. "Dean…"

He shook his head and got out of the car before I could say anything. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I hurriedly got out the car and rounded to the trunk like he did. I was not letting this get us into another fight. No way in hell; I'd had enough.

He opened the trunk and started taking our bags out. "Dean. I'm sorry. But I did tell you…"

"Yeah? And how long have you known about this and not told me?" He handed me my bag.

"Just…a few weeks." I winced as I saw the plain hurt in his eyes. "Come on Dean, I promised Sam I wouldn't…and the point is, I did tell you!"

Dean looked at me for a hard few seconds, but then his face softened. "You know, you're right. You did." I swallowed, thinking for a moment this was some kind of ploy to confuse me and admit I was wrong. But…then he continued. "I'm sorry I yelled at you," he kissed the side of my head. "Leave the rest of the bags, I'll come back out and get them."

"Okay." I said softly, watching him carry some of the bags to the front of Bobby's house and inside.

I picked up another bag and started carrying mine to the front door as well. Dean wasn't really sorry, and he really wasn't okay with Sam and me trusting a demon. I saw it in his eyes, the promise he made to me to be the man I fell in love with. He was lying down, forgetting the fight with me. Which only made me wonder if he'd take it out on Sam twice as hard.

I tried taking that into account but the truth was, I was glad we weren't fighting and that we could just…focus on what we came here for. I watched Dean as I entered Bobby's house and set down the bags. Bobby was placing Riley in his arms and the look on his face, the happiness that seemed to radiate from Dean was tremendous. Bobby and Sam had similar smiles on their faces and I could feel my own smile spread on my face. This is what we were here for, some relaxation time before the next hunt. Everything else could wait.

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I jiggled Riley in my arms as Sam and Dean sat on the couch, enjoying a beer. I looked at Bobby. "So she was…good? Right?"

Bobby chuckled and came over to kiss Riley's cheek and squeeze my shoulder. "Little angel, much better then you were at that age."

I glared at him as Dean snorted. "Hey, I was a perfect baby!"

Sam laughed. "Yeah, when you were sleeping maybe…"

I made a face and threw a pillow from a chair across the room at him, he dodged it easily and it plopped onto the couch between him and Dean. I rolled my eyes and looked at Riley, her big blue eyes looking up at me. I smiled softly and kissed her forehead.

"Bobby, I just want to thank you again…"

"Please, don't." I looked up at him. "Your father and John never thanked me as much as you do. Believe me, young lady, it's a pleasure."

I smiled. "Well that's because John and Max weren't as nice and polite as me." I laughed softly as Bobby smiled and went into the kitchen.

"How's pasta for dinner tonight?"

I shrugged and went to sit between Sam and Dean. "Why? You cooking?"

I heard Bobby snort. "Please. You are. If anything it's to make it up to me for the babysitting." He was talking in a joking manner, seeing as how he made it clear that he loved watching Riley and it was no hassle at all.

I smiled and set Riley to sit on my lap; both of the Winchesters instantly moved their hands over to play with Riley's feet. I smirked softly. "Just put the water on for the noodles and I'll get right on it!"

I heard pots and pans clatter so I figured Bobby was doing just that. I watched Sam's hand tickle the bottom of Riley's foot and she cooed. I smiled softly and bumped my shoulder against his, trying to see if he was mad at me. He looked at me and gave me a smile, saying that he wasn't without me even having to ask him. Having a best friend who knew you so well was really a benefit sometimes.

As Sam started to play with her left hand, winding his pointer finger through her little fist, Dean was still playing with her right foot. I watched him as he touched each little toe and he leaned down to kiss her pinky. I ran a hand through his hair and he closed his eyes; I'm guessing he was committing the few moments to memory.

I heard the water whistle and looked at Dean. "Will you take her?"

"Will you make me a pie while you're in there?" He sat up and threw me a cocky grin, like he hadn't just been the tenderest father on the planet a few seconds ago.

I snorted and started to give her to Sam, a 'hell no to the pie' action.

"Alright, alright!" Dean said. "No pie. Gimme her."

I chuckled softly and gently set her on Dean's lap. "Sorry Sam." I ruffled his hair as I passed him and went to the kitchen.

I pulled my hair up and glanced at Sam and Dean on the couch. Sam moved to sit right against Dean and as Dean was holding Riley up, Sam was tickling her belly. I smiled softly and shook my head. I looked at Bobby.

"You have a pie dish?"

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Dean groaned, throwing his napkin on the table, leaning back in the chair. "I can't…eat…anymore!"

I chuckled softly as I pulled Riley back from my chest as I finished breast feeding, I quickly adjusted my shirt. "And to think you wanted to eat a whole nother pie at the beginning of this meal."

"Eyes are huge. Stomach is tiny right now." He rubbed his belly and I smiled softly.

I looked at Sam and Bobby. I would have never thought Dean would have been admitting his eyes were bigger than his stomach. But I guess that's what happens after you have four servings of pasta, a piece of garlic bread and a chicken breast. Oh and a piece of pie.

Sam nodded. "Meal was great Andy, thank you."

Bobby stood up and I started to stand to help. "No way missy, you made dinner, you let us clean up." I smiled and sat back down in the chair.

Dean groaned and Bobby smacked him with a newspaper. "Ow!"

"You too chucklehead." He informed, putting the paper down and gathering some of the plates.

Sam smiled at me and stood, taking some glasses and a few pieces of silverware into the kitchen to be put into the sink.

"You better go help." I teased Dean. "Next time he'll smack you with a paddle."

Dean leaned over and braced himself on the arms of the chair. He kissed me and then ran his nose against mine. "Think after he's done with it we can borrow it?" He raised his eyebrows and I laughed.

"No, now get in that kitchen and get to work!"

He smirked and shook his head, leaning down to kiss Riley's forehead. "Your mommy is a spoil sport." He started to collect the rest of the dishes.

"And your daddy is a horn dog." I rested my lips against her head.

Dean grinned at me. "And proud of it."

I smiled as he disappeared into the kitchen. I sighed softly and rubbed the side of my head. My headache had yet to go away, even after the Advil I had taken after the Tylenol had worn off. Not that it had done much good. It took off the edge, but my head had still hurt.

I stood up and set Riley down in her portable car seat. It served as I nice rocker as well. I didn't strap her into the seat but instead put her baby blanket over her. I picked the rocker up and set it on the table and started cleaning up some random knick knacks the boys didn't come back to get. I carried them into the kitchen and set them down in the sink. Dean was washing, while Sam was drying and Bobby put the dishes away.

I couldn't figure out what they were all talking about. Some of it was sports related and some of it had to do with weapons used to kill certain beasts we hadn't come across yet in our line of work and another topic that was touched about was Sam's lack of a love life…poor Sam. But they were just topic jumping and it was so…nice and normal. It just seemed like an everyday night in a family household. Okay, minus the weapon talk, but other than that it was shockingly normal. And I couldn't have loved it more.

I went into the living room, carrying Riley in the rocker. I set her down next to me on the couch, gently tugging the bottom of the rocker so it jostled her gently, like rocking her in a rocking chair. She cooed softly and her eyes started to close. I smiled softly and picked up the remote and turned the TV on. I let the sounds of clanking dishes and a Folgers coffee commercial lull me into a sense of relaxation.

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I felt someone run a hand through my hair and I slowly woke up. I looked around the room and then up at Dean. "Riley…" I looked to where I had set down her rocker as he sat on the other side of me.

"Sam's got her. She's fine." He put an arm around my upper back.

"Ugh." I rubbed my eyes and yawned. "Can't believe I fell asleep, I wasn't even tired."

And on top of the headache that still pounded behind my eyelids, I felt like a bad mom. I shouldn't have fallen asleep with Riley just sitting in the rocker like that. I could have shifted when I was asleep and knocked the carrier over or…God a ton of bad things could have happened.

"Was I out long?"

"Just for an hour."

"An hour?" I looked at him and groaned. "I'm sorry."

He smirked softly and kissed my nose. "You're apologizing for being tired?"

I shook my head and shrugged softly. I rubbed my temples for a moment and I could feel Dean's frown before I even saw it. He gently took one of my hands while the other cupped the side of my head, bringing me closer to him. He kissed the side of my head tenderly and I closed my eyes again.

"Your head still hurt?" He asked softly.

I nodded and swallowed. I turned into his chest and rested against him, his cologne coming off him in waves as he moved to lean back into the couch. He pulled my legs onto the couch and wrapped his arms around me.

"Maybe you just need some more sleep."

"Maybe." I agreed softly. But as the pain quickly worsened, into something only one other person could understand. I knew it was more than just a normal headache.

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"Sam!" Dean screamed as I buckled in his arms, the pain was an exploding cannon in my head, sending cannon balls bouncing around my skull.

I moaned loudly as Sam ran in, Bobby holding Riley close behind. "What the hell…? Andy!" I felt him grasp my other shoulder, trying to help Dean to help me stand.

I screamed as a searing pain gripped my temples, the room started to blur at the edges and the last thing I felt was my knees hitting the ground and the last thing I saw was Sam and Dean kneeling down to hold me up.

Bright light. Flashing in a sequence. A blur of color. Another blur. A woman…with a British accent. A cat. Another blur of navy blues and white. A…a tiny, furry…something. What the hell was that? Coffee spilling, Sam tripping…a shoe. " Kubrick, I'm not even sure he's human. War is coming…" Flashes of sound. "This boy is a part of it." Gordon. "Track him down, Kubrick. You'll come to see it, too." The words were calm, angry…determined. "Sam Winchester must die."

I gasped loudly and collapsed against the boys. I panted and leaned my head back, the pain very slowly, began to fade.

"Andy? God, sweetheart, are you okay?" Dean asked worriedly, he tried shifting me so I was leaning against him.

I swallowed and looked over into Sam's panicked face. "Sam…" He frowned and looked at Dean. "Vision…G-Gordon." My eyes filled up with tears. "He wants to kill you."

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"What the hell is going on, Bobby?" Dean fumed.

"Don't raise your voice at me, boy. I'm just as clueless as you are."

I heard Sam's feet pace the room as I laid out on the bed, my arms over my eyes. I adjusted my back so I was more comfortable and moved a little to look at the boys. Sam was jiggling Riley in his arms as he paced, while Dean was seated at the edge of the bed, glaring a little at Bobby, who was standing in the doorway, for his previous comment.

"I don't even understand, I mean…our visions came from the yellow eyed demon and he's dead." He kissed Riley's head gently. "So if they are not related to him, where are they coming from?"

I sighed softly. "Well, wherever this one was from," I sat up and groaned softly, having to lay back down. "It packed more of a painful punch than any other ones."

Dean scooted over and rested against the headboard next to me; he gently lifted me up and set me in between his legs. I leaned my back against his chest and rested my head back on his shoulder.

Bobby went into the bathroom and I heard the sink run. He came back out with a wet washcloth and gently rested it over my forehead. The heat from the washcloth un-knotted some of the headache and I moaned softly.

"You…are a saint Bobby."

He chuckled. "Not near a saint at all, Andy."

I smiled softly and breathed in and Dean kissed my cheek gently. "Can you tell us what you saw?"

I shook my head. "Noises and flashes." I looked up at Sam.

Sam sat down as well and gently held Riley against his chest. "Yeah, you don't get a whole lot to go on from them."

"Different from your dreams." Dean commented and I nodded.

He was right. I got a hell of a lot more from my dreams then I did from these painful visions. My dreams were like a full motion picture show while these visions were just like previews.

"Very different." I agreed quietly. "I did see…Gordon saying something to…I mean, I don't know who. I think…Gordon called him Kubrick." I looked at Bobby. "Recognize that name?"

Bobby sighed. "Yeah I do, a bunch of hunters came to see me about…a month ago. They wanted to know what had gone down with the Devil's Gate in Wyoming. Everyone thought Sam had something to do with it." I saw Sam swallow. "I put everyone straight."

I frowned. "It seems that Gordon is spinning your words. I mean, he was telling this Kubrick that Sam had something to do with the world going to hell. That Kubrick needed to track him down…and kill him." I swallowed, my voice breaking on the word 'kill'.

Sam leaned over and ran a hand through my hair, Dean watched him tentatively. "Well don't worry, because that's never going to happen. I'm not leaving you…" He looked up at Dean and swallowed. I could feel anger rolling off Dean in waves.

But he didn't say a word about it. "Look whatever this is, we'll figure it out. First, let's make sure Gordon is still in jail where we put him. Bobby?"

He nodded. "I could make a few calls."

Sam stood with Riley. "I'm going to feed her and put her down for a nap."

I watched him go towards the door. "Bottles are in the fridge." He nodded once and I heard him descend the stairs.

I swallowed as I felt Dean's lips in my hair. I knew why he was mad but I didn't dare bring it up. Sam had almost said, "I'm not leaving you…like Dean". He hadn't had meant it like he was trying to prove a point or trying to make Dean feel awful. It was just the naked truth.

Accident or no accident, Dean wasn't happy about it at all.

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A cell phone was ringing, loud and right in my damn ear. I sighed softly and sat up in the backseat of the car. "I thought we were going down the street Dean, where's this diner?"

He frowned and looked at his cell phone and then looked at Sam. "It's not mine." Sam said, talking about the ringing cell phone.

"I thought it was, its farther I guess. Sorry did the cell wake you…? Where the hell…?" He paused. "It's dad's."

I frowned softly and watched Dean pull the car over and unlock the glove compartment.

"Dad's?" Sam asked and I leaned up in between the seats.

"Yes. I keep it charged up in case any of his old contacts call." Dean said, grabbing the cell.

Sam took it and flipped the phone opened. "Hello?" He frowned and looked at Dean, shrugging. "Yes, this is Edgar Casey."

I looked at Dean. "What did the caller ID say?"

He shrugged and I looked back at Sam.

Sam shook his head. "No, no. Don't call the police. I'll handle this myself. You know, can you just lock it back up for me? Great. You know, I don't have my book in front of me…"

He made his hand look like he was holding a pen and then waved its side to side for a moment, indication he needed a pen. I reached down into my bag and handed a pen and notepad to him.

"Do you have the address?" He wrote the address down as the person spoke to him on the phone. "Right. Thanks a lot." He hung up the phone and looked at Dean. "Did Dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?"

"A storage place?" I asked confused. "Where?"

"Outside of Buffalo." Sam answered.

Dean shook his head and scoffed. "No way." I had to agree with his tone. John was a very private man, the damn job had a lot to do with it. It seemed unlike him to store a bunch of important items of his in the middle of nowhere where anyone could get in.

Sam nodded and looked at me and then Dean. "Yeah. And someone just broke into it."

I sighed and sat back. "Guess we're not going to the diner."

Dean restarted the car and smirked. "Please…we'll just go through the drive thru."

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