Authors Notes: And here is the six months later bit! I also add a few weeks more so it really all takes place seven months later. Um, anyways, hope you enjoy the changes I made and I hope you guys catch the foreshadow I added ~
Six Months Later
Gabrielle drove down the darkened road, although not in the Trans Am or Impala, in her Chevelle she had fixed up. It'd been six months since Dean's death, six months since she last saw Sam, Liz, and even Bobby. She hadn't even talked to them, she didn't feel like there was a need too; seeing as they would just beg her to come home, which she couldn't. She couldn't go back, she had to find the Trickster, even if it took her years.
She heard her phone ringing in her pocket, she figured it had to be Sam, Liz, or Bobby calling. Though, she decided she would leave it alone, wait until whoever it was left a voicemail. She wanted to go back to them, so bad, but she just couldn't. She was determined to find the Trickster and bring Dean back before she would see any of them again.
She couldn't bare to see Liz at the moment especially, who was nearing the end of her pregnancy and would be giving birth soon. She had promised her sister that she'd make sure to save Dean, let him be there for the birth, and she failed that promise; now she had to make it right again. She would find the Trickster, no matter what it took.
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"Hey, this is Gabrielle, can't talk right now. Leave a message after the tone and I'll get back to you as soon as possible." Sam sighed, hitting Gabrielle's voicemail once again. He should've expected it, but he wished that she would just pick up the phone and talk to them.
He ran his hand through his hair, "Hey, Elle, it's Sam. Look...can you just pick up the phone for once? I'm tired of leaving voicemails. I know you're after the Trickster, but can you at least tell me where you are so I could find you and help? Or at least, could you come home? We all miss you, especially Liz...she misses you the most, I mean, I do too...but, she has a few weeks left until she gives birth. She wants you to be there, so...please, can you just call me back?" He sighed once again after leaving the voicemail, then he closed his phone.
He wished that Gabrielle hadn't went off, leaving him stuck to taking care of Liz, then again...Bobby helped out, too, but the last few months hadn't been all easy. Liz had been stressed, for a while she just locked herself in her room and wouldn't talk to anyone, until he forced her to get out of that because she couldn't act like that if she wanted to keep the baby. He had been the one to step up to Dean's plate, he had taken care of Liz most the last few months even more than Bobby, they had grown especially closer.
"Sam?" Sam turned around, hearing Liz's soft voice. He saw her at the kitchen entrance, her belly in full view now that she was eight months and nearing the end, since apparently she was due around September, they even found out she was having a girl; like Dean had dreamed.
"Hey, Liz, you okay?" He asked her, it was late at night, he was hoping she hadn't had another nightmare.
Liz gave him a soft smile before walked over to fridge, "Yeah, just wanting a midnight snack at the moment." She assured him, she reached towards the handle to open the fridge before wincing and leaning down, putting her hand on her stomach.
Sam's eyes widened, "Liz!" He yelled, running up to her and helped her stand straight back up, "What's wrong?" He asked, frantic.
Liz just chuckled, turning to Sam and giving him a smile, "No worries, she just gave a big kick there, that's all." She answered, Sam took a sigh in relief, taking a step back away, "You need to stop getting so apprehensive when I do this, she's only kicking, not contractions." She tried to assure him, opening the fridge and the pulling herself out a box of pizza that was left over from earlier.
Sam nodded, "Yeah, I just...I just worry, first time and all, you know?" He gave her a warm smile.
Liz smiled, nodding her head and walking over to the table, "Yeah, Mark was the same way the first time with Robby." She replied, picking up a slice of pizza from the box after opening it. Sam huffed, Liz looked over at him, "What was that about?" She asked, taking a bite of the pizza.
Sam shrugged, "I shouldn't be the one talking to you about this, it should be Dean." He sighed, he really missed Dean, he had put himself in Dean's shoes since his death. Hell, the doctor had almost thought he was the father when he had taken Liz for her first ultrasound.
Liz groaned, putting the slice of pizza down back in the box and then turned back to Sam, "Sam, look, I miss him too but, you've got to stop bringing him up. Alright? I'm still not fine about his death either, but it happened. We can't get him back, even though Elle is so high on it. If you don't want to help me out with this baby, then you shouldn't have from the beginning."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Liz, I didn't mean it like that."
"No, you did; I know you did. You didn't have to step up to Dean's plate for me, I could've handled things on my own without you. It's not like I'm the only single mom out there, hell, I'm glad you're helping, but if you really didn't want to do any of this, you shouldn't have in the first place." Liz replied, then turned and grabbed the pizza box and leaving the kitchen with it, fuming. Sam sighed, he was getting really tired of Liz's mood swings. She easily got pissed at him, taking things the wrong way then what he had meant. He was so glad that she was coming near to the end of her pregnancy, only a few more weeks.
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Gabrielle opened the motel room's door, closing it, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket to know she had another call. She just let it go, knowing it'd be one of three again and then she walked over and sat down on the bed, taking off her jacket to reveal a bloody arm, she heard her phone make a bing knowing she had another voicemail left, she still ignored it; havening to patch herself up first before she could listen to it that was.
She grabbed the first aid kit, grabbed out the hydrogen peroxide and dumping it on the stab wound, before wrapping it up in a bandage. Then she pulled out her phone, flipping it open, then dialed her voicemail, she heard the lady say she had one new voicemail before it going to the voicemail, "Elle, it's Bobby. Look, we're really all worried about you. Please, can you for once just pick up the damn phone and answer one of us? Stop obsessing over this damn Trickster and come home, help out a little. Or at least tell Sam or me where you are to help you fight this thing, no one should do this job alone. You hear me?"
Gabrielle just closed her phone after the voicemail ended, she didn't want to call Bobby back, nor even call anyone. She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked emotionless, if she didn't have her tanned skin tone, people would probably think she was a walking corpse. She had changed, she wasn't the old fun and hyper active girl everyone else had known. She had become mute and emotionless.
Her mind was so set on finding the Trickster, she barely had gotten any sleep, there were even bags under her eyes because she normally only got at least 2-3hours of sleep a day before packing herself on some caffeine and researching, or going on another job to pass her time. She couldn't let her family see her and what she had become. They probably wouldn't even think it was her by how much she had changed, they'd assume she was being possessed or something else around the range instead. That's why she couldn't go back home.
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Bobby twirled his phone around in his hand before sighing and putting it down on the desk, grabbing the bottle of whiskey in front of him and pouring himself a shot, taking it, then setting the bottle to the side again. He heard footsteps, looking up, he saw Sam walk in; holding Robby up against his side as the boy had his arms wrapped around Sam's neck, "How she doin'?" Bobby asked, as Sam walked over and sat down in the chair.
Sam ran his hand through Robby's short hair, "She can't tell if she's having contractions or braxton hicks right now, guess this means we better get ourselves ready."
Bobby nodded his head, with a slight smile to his lips,"Yeah, you got everything packed for the hospital?"
"Yup, everything is good and ready," He replied, he'd had everything packed for about a week now since the baby had been giving Liz braxton hicks making her think she was going into labor, the doctor also said she'd be due any day now. Sam sighed, "So, Elle still didn't answer?"
Bobby shook his head, "No, don't think she ever will until she gets her hands on the damn Trickster."
Sam let out a sigh, wishing that Gabrielle would stop obsessing over the Trickster and just come back home, "Sam! Bobby!" Sam and Bobby eyes widened, looking up as they heard Liz yell for them from upstairs, "It's time to rock n roll!" She yelled, which had Sam and Bobby then look at each other and stared for a few seconds before they scrambled out of their seats.
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Gabrielle chewed on a pen as she looked through the papers she had posted on the wall of her motel room about the Trickster. She turned around hearing her phone ring from where it sat on the table next to the lamp. She walked over, seeing on the ID that Bobby was calling, although she still didn't answer and crossed her arms as she waited for him to leave a voicemail; she picked up the phone once he did and dialed her voicemail, then put the phone up to her ear to hear what Bobby had left her.
"Elle, I found him." That was all Bobby had left, but it was enough to call back to see where to meet up with him and talk to him after they hadn't talked in months. Little did she know, it wasn't really Bobby who she was gonna talk to that was because the real Bobby was currently at the hospital waiting for Dean and Liz's daughter to arrive into the world.
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The cries of an infant broke through the hospital room, Sam bowed his head down and smiled while he chuckled hearing the first cries of his niece, he even had tears in his eyes. He looked over to Liz, who put her head back and breathed a few times to calm back down, relive some pain. She'd been in labor for nearly eight hours, the whole time he was by her side, for Dean. He leaned down and gave Liz a kiss on the forehead, "She's here, you did good." He said to her, after standing back up and pushing her bangs back with his hand, Liz smiled up at him.
Their attention was then brought to the doctor as he walked over with the newborn in his arms wrapped up in a pink blanket, "Congratulations, Elizabeth, on your baby girl." He said to Liz, leaning down and handing Liz the newborn. Sam took one look at the baby and smiled huge, she looked like Dean. The jaw line, forehead, and lips all looked exactly like Dean's had been structured.
After all, he should know since he spent practically his whole life with Dean to easily know Dean's facial structures. Sam shook his head, "Wow," He huffed, "She's beautiful; almost looks like Dean, too." Sam commented, as he leaned down to take a more good look at his niece.
"Sam, you should've figured that." Liz replied, Sam just rolled his eyes. He then looked back to the newborn as Liz cooed to calm her down.
Sam reached his finger out, so the infants little hand could hold his finger and she took a hold of his finger and he smiled and chuckled, "So, what are you gonna name her?" Sam asked, as he looked down at his niece, who now looked over at him with her newborn blue eyes.
Liz sighed, "I don't really know, to be honest." She then chuckled, she had tried thinking of names and she had a few in thought, but she didn't know if any of them really fit the girl she was currently holding in her arms.
"You know...remember that time when we went in Bobby's head?" Liz turned her head, looking up at Sam, "Well, when I had went in Dean's head he had this dream...uh." He chuckled, "It was of you, Robby, and the baby; you called her Roxanne, I think that's what Dean wanted to name her."
Liz smiled, then turned back to look at the newborn, "Roxanne..." She repeated, "I like that." She nodded her head, "Yeah, it's got a kick to it." The baby squirmed in her arms, then smiled up at her with a toothless smile. Liz and Sam both chuckled, "I think she likes it, too." She said, as she ran her hand through the newborns wet hair, that seemed to be blonde, or maybe it was Dean's light brown color, she wouldn't really know until later, "Roxanne Page Winchester." She cooed, smiling down at her newborn.
Sam raised an eyebrow, hearing the middle name that Liz had chosen, "Page?" He asked, looking over at Liz.
Liz laughed, "Come on, Dean's favorite guitarist from Zeppelin. You also got to admit, it fits." Sam nodded, Liz was right. Page did fit with the name other than anything else. Dean probably would've thought of that too. He looked back over at the newborn er-Roxanne, she just blinked and looked over at him, although he swore it was as if Dean was looking back at him instead.
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Gabrielle got out of the Chevelle, she was at the Mystery Spot, it'd been a long time since she was there. It didn't bring back any good memories, that's for sure. She felt her phone vibrate, she raised a brow and took it out to see there was three texts from Sam left, she opened her phone to read the text, he had also sent two other pictures.
Don't know if you care or not, but this is your niece; Roxanne Page Winchester. She was just born a half hour ago, wish you would've been there. It seems you care more about finding the Trickster instead, though. I see how it is.
Gabrielle sighed after reading the text, but she opened the one picture Sam had sent her which was a picture of Roxanne in Liz's arms. She half smiled, even though she had to really force it. She hadn't smiled in a while. She opened the next picture, but this one caught her eye, it was a full view of Liz in the hospital bed with Roxanne in her arms, next to her Robby sat looking down at his baby sister in awe while Bobby held him. She raised an eyebrow, how was Bobby there when he told her to meet him here?
She closed her phone, putting it back into her pocket, then over to the trunk of her Chevelle and pulled the trunk open revealing a bunch of weapons, bullets, knifes, just about anything and she pulled out a stake, putting it in her jacket and under her arm and then she closed it and walked into the abandoned Mystery Spot, where 'Bobby' knelled down on the floor turning the pages of a book in the center of a chalked drawn diagram with three lit candles around it, along with some bowls of some substances she figured they needed for whatever ritual they were about to perform to summon the Trickster.
Bobby, well-er, whatever it really was that was pretending to be Bobby since the real Bobby was with Liz and everyone else at the hospital, stood up and turned around hearing Gabrielle's footsteps as she walked in. He then walked over to Gabrielle, giving her a hug, although she didn't hug back, but she decided she'd play along and make this thing think she still thought it was Bobby, "What are we even doing here, Bobby?" She asked, her voice raw.
"Well, it's the last place we're sure the Trickster worked his magic."
"So, what's that got to do with anything?"
"Do you want this thing or not? I found a summoning ritual to bring the Trickster here." He replied, as he walked back and then turned over to the diagram and picked up the book he had just been going through.
"What do we need?" She asked, knowing that with any summoning ritual they needed probably something that'd be hard to find, although she'd do anything to get it.
"Blood." Bobby answered, as he watched Gabrielle walk over towards him.
"And how much of it?"
"Ritual says near a gallon. And it's gotta be fresh, too."
Gabrielle crossed her arms, "So, we have to then bleed a person dry?"
Bobby nodded, "And it's gotta be tonight. Or not for another fifty years."
Gabrielle bit her bottom lip, nodding, "Well, then let's go get some." She said, turning around, but then she pulled out the stake she had been hiding and turned around running up and stabbing the thing who was pretending to be Bobby. Gabrielle tilted her head, cocking a grin, "How about you? Since, you're not Bobby." She brought the stake out, "You should check what's going on with the rest of my family before you use one of them." She commented, before dropping the thing down to the ground. She watched it vanish.
Gabrielle heard a chuckle and looked up, seeing the Trickster standing across from her with the stake now in his hand, giving her a quick smile, "Nice job, Ellie, you're smart."
Gabrielle huffed, rolling her eyes, "Yeah, well like I said, you should've checked on what was going on with the rest of my family before you used one of them to try and get to me."
The Trickster nodded, twirling the stake around, "Yeah, I didn't expect Liz to have that baby, thing got in my way."
Gabrielle glared over at him, "She isn't a thing, she's my niece."
"Right. Right. Sorry." The Trickster fakely apologized, as he walked around, still twirling the stake in his hand.
"You bring Dean back, right now." Gabrielle growled, bawling her hand into a fist, "You bring him back, please."
The Trickster stopped, turning to look over at Gabrielle, "Sorry, no can do. Dean's dead and he ain't coming back. His soul's downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak."
"Bring him back!" Gabrielle screamed at him, stomping her foot, and breathing heavily, as she now glared at The Trickster.
"Sorry, Ellie, but even if I could-"
"You can." Gabrielle cut him off, "I know you can, just take us back to that Tuesday or Wednesday. That's all I ask, please." She practically begged him now, tears formed in her eyes, "We won't come after you either, I swear."
"You swear?"
"Yes."
The Trickster sighed, "True. But that don't mean I should. Ellie, there's a lesson here."
Gabrielle raised an eyebrow, slightly shaking her head, "What-what lesson?"
"This obsession to save Dean? I mean, I know that all you wanna do is make your sister happy, but Liz is a strong girl. You don't need to go sacrificing yourself to save him to make her happy, I mean, don't you wanna make yourself happy?"
Gabrielle huffed, rolling her eyes, "I'll only be happy if she's happy."
The Trickster pushed out his lips and nodded, "Understandable. That's what you Corvelle's are all about, trying to make the other one happy. That's what I like about you guys." He turned to her, giving her a smile.
Gabrielle raised an eyebrow, "You like us?"
"Yeah, why not?" He let out a little laugh.
Gabrielle crossed her arms, standing straight up, then shrugged, "Oh...I don't know, I don't see why you'd like us if you put us through this."
The Trickster sighed, rolling his eyes, "Didn't you hear me a few minutes ago? I'm preparing you guys. I'm actually trying to help that vision of yours from coming true."
Gabrielle looked confused, how did the Trickster know about her visions? She didn't tell anyone but Liz, Sam, Dean, and Bobby and she knew for a fact that they'd never tell anyone else about it, "How-how do you know about my vision of Liz?"
The Trickster gave Gabrielle a grin, "Oh, I know things." He laughed, Gabrielle just stared at him blankly, which had the Trickster sigh, "Look, there's a great power in you, Ellie, you are apart of a plan. I can't let you go sacrificing yourself for Dean so your sister can be happy." Gabrielle just blinked, putting her head back in confusion at what the Trickster was telling her, "That vision of yours? It might come true, then it might not."
Gabrielle shook her head, "Liz had the baby, though, the vision was stopped."
"Not entirely." The Trickster replied, Gabrielle raised an eyebrow, "What's going on now, it's something that happened because only you had gone off, Sam didn't, neither did your sister. See, your vision, totally different scenario going on. You're the one that had gone off to bring Dean back, not Sam or Liz, they stayed behind. Now, if I send you guys back to that Wednesday, Dean will die when his time is up and your vision will set into motion...maybe."
Gabrielle didn't understand, how did the Trickster know all about how she could stop her vision? He was the Trickster, sure he was a God, but he wasn't the one who gave her what she had. Right? Also, what did he mean about a great power inside of her?
"How do you know about all of this, what I can do?" Gabrielle decided she would ask, her anger was now all gone and her voice was softer.
The Trickster sighed, bowing his head down, "Sorry, I can't tell you that yet." He replied, then looked back up at her, "You have to find that one out for yourself."
Gabrielle slowly began to walk up to him, "So, you know what I'm gonna become, don't you?" She asked, stepping only a few inches away from him.
The Trickster nodded, "Yes, I do, actually."
Gabrielle tilted her head a little to the side, squinting her eyes as she tried to study the Trickster, "Liz had said, she said your name was Gabe. Is that true?"
The Trickster tilted his head to one side, "It could be," The he turned to look back at Gabrielle, "And it could not be."
"This plan for me...what, what am I suppose to become?"
"Sorry, but I can't give you that big punch line yet." The Trickster replied, giving Gabrielle a cocky smile and bringing up his hand and snapping his fingers before she could open her mouth to say something back to him.
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"Promise me I'll be back in time!"
Gabrielle shot her eyes open, shifting them back and forth while squinting her eyebrows as she heard Back In Time by Huey Lewis and the News on the radio next to her. She sat up in the bed, looking over at the radio, "Come on, Elle, you gonna just lay in bed all day or what?" Gabrielle heard Liz's voice, she quickly turned her head over to the direction to see her sister leaning up against the wall, "All of us are already halfway ready, you aren't." Gabrielle just blinked, she couldn't believe it, the Trickster had actually sent her back. But why?
"Hey, Elle, will you turn that thing off?" Gabrielle quickly turned her head towards the bathroom, seeing Dean standing there brushing his teeth. Gabrielle just threw the blanket off of her and ran over to Dean, bringing him in for an unexpected hug. Liz squinted her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side.
Dean lifted his eyebrows and blinked, of course, not expecting the hug that Gabrielle just engulfed him in like she hadn't seen him in a long time, well...about seven months to be exact, "Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?"
Gabrielle pulled apart, giving Dean a smile, it almost looked like she was about to cry too, "Enough." She answered, "What do you guys remember?" She asked, she looked over towards Liz.
"Not much." Liz replied, Gabrielle turned back to Dean.
"I remember you were pretty whacked out of it yesterday. I remember getting up with the Trickster. That's about it." Dean answered, "You alright?" He decided to ask, a little concerned.
Gabrielle nodded, running her hand through her hair, "Um...yeah, I'm gonna be fine now." She said, seeing that the Trickster had even completely wiped Liz's mind of the months after Dean's death that she spent. She heard the motel door open, she turned her attention to Sam walking in with the bag of pie. He closed the door, looking over at her and gave her a smile. She missed seeing his warm smile, she hadn't seen it in months, she walked over and reached her arms up, wrapping them around his neck and bringing him down for a kiss, Sam lifted his brows up and blinked, not expecting it, but before he could kiss back, she pulled apart.
Liz walked past them, over to Dean's side, Dean turned his head to her, "Is she really okay?" He asked, before turning to look over back at Sam and Gabrielle.
Liz shook her head and shrugged, "I don't even know anymore."
Sam blinked, licking his lips, "Um, wow...Elle, uh, that was...something."
Gabrielle laughed, nodding her head and looking down as she ran her hand through her hair, "Um, yeah." She laughed, "Sorry, I just really missed you."
Sam tilted his head, "But, I was only gone for a few minutes...?"
Gabrielle looked up at him, giving him a smile, "Yeah, but it almost felt like months."
"Okay!" Dean spoke up, Gabrielle turned around to him and Sam looked up over at him, "Let's go get breakfast." He said, clapping his hands together and walking towards the door.
"No!" Gabrielle yelled, running up as she brought her hand out and stopped Dean, who looked at her in confusion. Gabrielle just weirdly laughed, "I mean, why don't we just hit the road now? Pick something up at a McDonalds."
"Elle, I'm gonna ask you one more time, are you sure you're okay?" He asked her, putting his hand on her shoulder and looking at her straight in the eyes.
Gabrielle looked Dean in the eyes, putting her hand on his shoulder this time, "Dean, I'm fine."
Dean just took in a sigh and shook his head, taking his hand off of Gabrielle's shoulder and scractched his forehead, "Alright." He said, as he put his arm back down, "Let's head out now, then. I'll go pack everything up in the car."
"I'll come with you." Liz spoke, Dean turned around to see Liz grab her duffel off of the floor that she had already packed and ready.
"Wait!" Gabrielle yelled, grabbing Dean's arm.
Dean turned around, "God, what now Elle?"
Gabrielle let go of his arm, then sighed, "I-I just think we should all go out at the same time, maybe it'll be safer." She shrugged, then gave him a half smile.
"Elle, what's going on?" Sam asked, Gabrielle turned around as he walked up to her.
"I just had a weird dream, okay? That's it. It was just a weird dream." Gabrielle answered, looking down, and then back up at Sam with soft eyes.
Dean sighed, "Okay, we'll wait for you to get ready then. God, Sam, I don't know how you deal with her sometimes." Gabrielle half laughed, with a slight smile and Sam just shook his head. Gabrielle then packed her things, keeping an eye on Dean and Liz as she did, not letting them go outside. Not even to stand outside the motel for a moment until she was fully ready.
The whole time though, she remembered what the Trickster had told her. About that there were plans for her. What did he exactly mean by that? Was he the reason behind her visions? Was he the reason of what Ruby had said about there being something about her that even demons were scared of? Well, she guessed she would find that out eventually. In the mean time, she'd research more on the Trickster himself.
