"Oh! You gonna take me home tonight! Oh! Down beside that red firelight! Oh! You gonna let it all hang out! Fat bottom girls you make the rocking world go round!" Sam sighed, looking out the window wishing every second would go faster and they would be back at Bobby's. He didn't know how much he could take of Dean and Liz signing along to every song that came on the radio and it was true, ever since they left the motel the two had sang along to practically every song that came on, even the ballads. This had to be the worst torture he'd been put through in a while.
Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen ended on the radio and Sam couldn't have been more overjoyed when Dean pulled into Bobby's street, "Oh, I love this song!" Liz yelled, bringing Sam out of his enjoyment of almost being back at Bobby's and then hearing the beginning to Bang A Gong by T. Rex.
"Liz, you have said that for about the last hundred songs that played before this one." Sam commented and Liz, who was in the back but leaning into the middle spot her head towards Sam and glared at him.
"Yeah, that's because I have a good taste in music!" She spat at him, Sam just rolled his eyes.
Dean laughed, he was quite enjoying Sam and Liz bickering, "Oh, come on, lighten up, Sammy!" Sam just snorted, he didn't mind Dean and Liz singing along to the songs that came on, but the fact they had sang to nearly every song that had came on, the two of them out of pitch, singing as loud as they could, it was nerve racking to him. His ears felt like they would burst.
"Get it on, bang a gong, get it on!" Liz and Dean sang the chorus in unison. Sam groaned, putting his head back against the seat and Liz just smirked over at him, while she sang. Sam was really going to kill Gabrielle when they got to Bobby's for taking the Trans Am and making him have to ride back with both Dean and Liz, having to be put through their singing.
Dean pulled into the junkyard, since he always parked out back near the garage instead of out front. Liz smiled, seeing her Trans Am parked in the driveway before Dean drove the Impala out back. He parked the Impala at the garage, Sam being glad that they were finally here. He was out of the Impala the second Dean parked her, he didn't know how much longer he could stand Dean and Liz singing.
Liz got out of the Impala, on Dean's side. She stretched and turned as Dean got out, but when she looked past him she noticed Gabrielle's Chevelle was not parked in it's spot. Dean turned around, seeing the look on Liz's face, "What?" He asked, turning back around to her.
"The Chevelle, it's not there." Liz replied, crossing her arms.
"Well, she did get it fixed and, hey, at least she didn't take the Trans Am." Liz pushed her lips out and nodded, at least she didn't have to worry about Gabrielle wrecking the Trans Am now and doing anything to it. That car was her baby and if Gabrielle wrecked it or put one scratch on it, she'd be dead.
Dean walked past Liz, over towards the back of the Impala to get their stuff out of the trunk. Liz sighed, then she turned around and walked over. She reached to get her duffel, but then Dean stopped her hand before she could pick it up. She quickly turned her head to him, "No, I got it. The doc said you shouldn't put much weight on yourself for the next few days, at least until your wound heals."
Liz rolled her eyes, "Dean, I'm just going to carry my bag to the house. That isn't going to do anything. My bag isn't that heavy." She then huffed, getting her hand out of Dean's and then she turned around and stormed off to the house.
Sam shook his head, "Great going, you just pissed her off."
Dean rolled his eyes, bringing Liz's duffel out and then hanging it over his other shoulder before closing the trunk, "Hey, I'm just going by what the doc told me." He replied, as he turned and Sam followed next to him.
"She can carry her duffel, that wouldn't put much weight on her."
"Sam, I'm just taking every precaution."
Sam sighed, stopping at the door and turning to Dean who stopped and looked at him, "Yeah, and it's going to kill her. You're suffocating her, Dean. You know she hates when you're at her side every second, give her space."
Dean didn't want to admit that Sam was right, he knew it. Deep down. Although, he just wanted to make sure that Liz and the baby were safe. He didn't want to lose them. Sam gave him a half smile, then he turned and opened the back door and walked in. Dean sighed, then he followed behind Sam and entered the house, "Daddy!" Dean smiled, knelling down as Robby ran up to him and he put the bags down and then held his arms out and engulfed Robby in them, laughing. He stood up, as the boy wrapped his arms around his neck, obviously he had been missed.
"Haha, hey there Robby. Missed you too, boy." Dean said, as he ruffled his hand through Robby's hair. The boy giggled and then laid his head down on Dean's shoulder. Sam smiled, he liked seeing how Dean would interact with Robby.
Dean looked over to Liz, who walked up to him, smiling, "Once he heard you at the door he just squirmed right out my arms." Dean smiled, looking at Robby, who had his head still laid on Dean's shoulder and smiling at Dean.
"Is that true, Robby?" Robby just laughed and then turned his head, trying to hide himself.
Dean laughed and Liz just shook her head, "I swear, ever since you left that boy would run straight to the window every time he heard a car engine close by, thinkin' it'd be you two." Bobby said, Dean hadn't even noticed Bobby walk in, he had been distracted by Robby.
Liz turned around, "Hey, Bobby, where's Gabby? I didn't see the Chevelle parked."
Bobby shrugged, "Don't know. She just went off right when she got back, I don't know where to. What exactly happened back there? She told me you guys got ambushed by demons."
"We did, but I don't really know how to explain what exactly happened. I saw something I don't think that I should've."
Bobby raised an eyebrow, "Well, I'm all ears." Liz sighed, turning around to Dean, who gave her a nod that she should tell Bobby what happened and what she saw. He deserved to know.
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Gabrielle pulled the Chevelle up by the sidewalk, looking up at the house she parked in front of. It was probably your regular two story brick house, the lawn looked like it was perfectly mowed. She didn't seem anything fishy. She sighed, turning the car off and taking the keys out and then getting out of the car. She stood on the sidewalk, she could feel her heart racing. She breathed in and took steps up to the house. She stopped at the porch, but then walked up the steps and up to the door. She knocked on it, crossing her arms and looking down the street. Her eyes wondered downwards and she squinted her eyes, seeing the doorknob, it was made of silver. She raised her eyebrow, knelling down to examine the doorknob, but then it turned and she shot back up.
A man, probably in his late sixties or early seventies answered the door. His hair was grayed and he was at least a few inches taller than her, although one thing different is he wasn't skinny but she knew that wasn't fat and that he had muscles, like he worked out a lot. He was wearing a red flannel and jeans. He looked good for his age, that's for sure. There was a very distinctive scar by his right eye and another on the opposite side of his face going down from the side of his nose to his lip. His eyes were a blue-green hazel, just like hers, "Yeah, what'd you want?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"Are-are you George Corvelle?" She asked, a little stutter.
"Yeah, and?" He asked her, standing straight up.
Gabrielle took in a breath, "I'm your grand-daughter, Gabrielle."
George's eyes widened, then he shook his head, "No you're not."
"Yes I am, my father is Luke Michael Corvelle and my mother is Lorraine Alexandria Corvelle, I have an older sister named Elizabeth. How can you not believe me?"
"There's no way you could've found me. I haven't spoken to Bobby since my son's death."
Gabrielle shrugged, "A friend helped me." She replied, then paused and sighed, "Look...I need your help."
"For what? What do you think I can do? I'm just an old man." Gabrielle tilted her head, seeing that George was a little strange, it was almost like he didn't want to be reunited with his grand-daughter and he really wanted her to leave.
Gabrielle sighed, "Well...I was hoping you could give me some answers or something, that's why I was told to come here."
George shook his head, "I can't do anything, sorry. You should leave." He said, as he closed the door, but Gabrielle stopped him before he could.
"No! Look! I need your help! I want to know more about my father!" George stared at Gabrielle for a moment, "Please." Gabrielle pleaded, as she looked deep into George's eyes. She wasn't going to leave, The Trickster had sent her here for a reason and she was going to find out what that reason was and if she had to force herself in, she would.
George bit his lip then he sighed and moved to the side, "Come in, come in." He said, motioning his hand towards the inside. Gabrielle smiled, taking a walk in, not noticing that George looked down at the mat that Gabrielle walked over, before shutting the door.
xxxxxx
Dean, Sam, Liz, and Bobby sat in the den. Robby sat on Dean's lap. Bobby was just trying to process what Liz had explained to him, how she had seen the light come out of Gabrielle's hands and how she killed the demon with her bare hands, "Are you sure you saw what you saw?" Bobby asked, not wanting to hear that something was happening to Gabrielle and it wasn't just her visions. He was okay with them, thinking she was a psychic, but knowing that she had powers. He didn't want to believe that.
Liz nodded her head, "Bobby, I swear, I saw a bright light come out of her hands and then the next thing I know it, the demon was dead."
Bobby put his head down, shaking his head as he lifted his hat and ran his hand through his hair, "So, what are you guys thinkin'?" He asked, putting his hat back on and then looking from the desk over at the others.
Dean shrugged, "We don't really know yet."
"She hasn't exactly told any of us anything." Sam added, with a sigh.
Bobby leaned his head against his hand, "What are we suppose to do, wait until she turns on one of us?"
Liz looked up, over at Bobby and squinting her eyes, "Bobby, we don't even know what she is or if what she is she can handle or not. This is Gabby we're talking about here, she wouldn't hurt us." Bobby nodded, knowing Liz was right. This was Gabrielle they were talking about. If she was to turn into whatever she was suppose to turn into, it wouldn't be on any of them. At least, that's what he hoped, "We wait until she tells us everything."
"Yeah, and what if she doesn't?" Dean asked, seeing as to how Gabrielle hadn't told them anything as of yet.
Liz turned her head quickly over towards Dean, "What are you saying, you want to hold a gun up to my sister?!" She screamed, standing up from her chair, then she looked over at Bobby, who looked down and then she looked over at Sam, who looked away from her, "Guys, this is Gabby!"
Robby whimpered, since Liz had screamed. Dean heard and bounced his leg a little, wrapping his arm around the boy, "Shh." He said, trying to assure the boy that he was safe.
"We're not going to plan my sister's death. She's not going to turn all Anakin Skywalker on us, with whatever she is turning into. She wouldn't hurt us." Liz stressed, turning around to look at Dean. She couldn't believe they were even doubting Gabrielle. She then turned over towards Sam, "Come on, Sam, aren't you with me on this?"
Sam sighed, he wanted to be on Liz's side, he didn't want to have any doubts on Gabrielle, "Liz, I am, you know I am, but-"
"No!" She yelled, cutting him off, "We're not having doubts on my sister, alright?" She said, as she looked over at Bobby and then at Dean, who looked away and over at Sam, who looked down to the ground.
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Gabrielle smiled, looking at a picture of her father's senior picture that sat on the mantel above the fire place in the living room. Bobby was right, she did take after her father's looks. The black hair and hazel eyes, exactly like hers. She didn't really know until now if Bobby was right because he never had any pictures of him and if Liz had any pictures, she had them hidden for herself, "I can tell you one thing, you look like your daddy."
Gabrielle smiled, then she turned around to face George, who handed her a beer, "Thanks." She replied, taking the beer bottle and then she followed him over to the middle of the living room, Gabrielle sat in the couch across from George's, separated by a coffee table. Gabrielle chuckled slightly, "Shouldn't you have something else to drink, I mean, you're just about, what? Seventy?"
George let out a laugh, "Sixty-Nine next month, actually." He replied, taking a sip of his beer and then sitting it on the table in front of him, "Never stopped me, age is just a number. Don't really give a damn about my health problems, gonna go out eventually, so, oh well." Gabrielle raised an eyebrow, George was quite different from any older guy she'd met before. It was almost like he was a hunter...no, she shrugged that idea off, "So, why'd you come here?"
Gabrielle looked down, taking in a breath, "Well, something happened to me recently and...I don't know anything about it. My...uh, my friend, he told me to come here for some damn reason."
"Well, I doubt I can help you with whatever you're lookin' for."
Gabrielle blinked, squinting her brows, then she looked back up at George, "Why didn't you take my sister and I in after our parents died? Why did you leave us to Bobby?"
George sighed, lowering his head, then he looked back up at Gabrielle, "With my job, I couldn't take care of two girls, especially you since you were just a baby. My wife had passed, I was alone and I didn't think I would've given you guys the life your father wanted for you."
Gabrielle sat straight up, wondering what George meant exactly, "What do you mean, about what my father wanted for us?"
George shook his head, "It's nothing." He said, as he reached over for his beer and then took a gulp. Gabrielle just stared at him, seeing how weird that George was acting.
Gabrielle huffed, "Well, you could've at least kept in contact. All these years I thought you were dead."
"Well, it was best to know that." Gabrielle couldn't believe George, he seemed like he wanted nothing to do with his family, but why?
"No it wasn't! I would've liked to have known I had more family for gods sake. All I've got right now is my sister and Bobby and my god, Bobby never told me much on my father, he never said much...and never knew much for that matter. Never was able to talk to Liz because she just cut me off and changed the subject when it came to mom and dad."
"Look, I'm sorry I wasn't in your life and didn't go to any of your school plays or whatever you were into but my son didn't want my life associated with you girls, so I cut you out."
"What the hell do you mean my father didn't want us associated with your life?"
George was quiet, Gabrielle just stared at him, trying to figure him out then George sighed, "Your father's dead anyways now, he can't keep you away."
Gabrielle raised a brow, "Keep me away? Keep me away from what?"
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Dean walked down the steps, he held Robby as the boy laid his head on his shoulder. He could hear Sam talking in a muffle, he couldn't really bring out what Sam was saying, but when he walked into the living room, Sam was already getting done talking to whoever he had been talking to, "Okay, alright, next Friday at noon? Yeah, I got it. Bye."
"Who was that?" Dean asked, as he watched Sam put his cell phone back into his pocket.
"I was just setting Liz up for an appointment, for a check up."
"Why? She's fine now." Dean replied, as he walked over to the couch and sat down. Robby woke up and squirmed in his arms so he let the boy down on the floor and smiled as he watched Robby waddled over to his toy cars to play with.
"Dean, she needs a doctor to evaluate the progress of the baby, look for anything wrong, that sort of thing." Sam replied, he couldn't believe how dense Dean could be and how he was the one who knew more on this sort of thing when he wasn't even the father, "It's not good in her situation to just not and you heard her before, she's had complications."
"That was before, Sam."
He wanted to believe that Liz was going to have a full pregnancy, no complications. He needed that to happen for her because if they weren't able to save him from going to Hell then that'd be the one thing that Liz could have to remember him by and the baby could carry on his legacy.
Sam rolled his eyes, "It doesn't matter, it has nothing to do with the father's side to know if she'll have a full healthy pregnancy or not. It's her body, Dean." Dean was just silent, not knowing what to respond back and Sam took in a sigh, "So, how is she?"
"Crashed out." Dean replied, with a laugh, "She passes out quicker now."
Sam laughed, then he brought his hand up to his forehead and scratched it, "Yeah, that's what a pregnancy can do to her."
Dean smiled, "Yeah." He replied, then he paused and Sam looked at him, "Get anything from Elle yet?"
Sam shook his head, throwing his hands out, "Nope. No missed calls or voice mails left, nothing." Dean put his head down, then his eyes drifted over to Robby who laughed as he crashed his cars into each other, smiling, "You know we're gonna have to convince Liz to not come with us on hunts somehow, right? I mean, back there she almost got herself killed, if you guys want her to have a full pregnancy we can't let her tag along."
"Don't you think I've been trying to talk to her about it? She's stubborn. Just wants to prove to me she can still kick ass." Dean said, as he stood up from the couch and walked over and picked up Robby.
Sam half laughed, nodding his head, "Well, she has always been that way."
"She's like her mother." Sam and Dean turned to see Bobby walk into the living room, obviously he had heard the last of their conversation. Sam and Dean were silent, letting Bobby continue on, "My sister was probably the most stubborn ass I ever met, every time I look at Liz or she even does something, always think of Lori. It's almost like she never left."
Dean and Sam both frowned, seeing that Bobby obviously still missed his younger sister, "Sorry, Bobby."
"Eh, don't be sorry, boy. I'm fine, really." Bobby replied, giving Sam over a reassuring smile. Then he crossed his arms, "So, what's the deal on Elle?"
Dean and Sam turned and looked at each other then turned back to Bobby and Dean shrugged, "Don't know. I mean, this is Elle we're talking about here. Do you really think she'd hurt one of us?"
Bobby didn't want to think that, this was his niece they were talking about. He'd raised her since she was a baby and he didn't want to think about the idea of having to kill her, "Well, I sure to god hope not, but we don't know what the hell she's turnin' into. We should be on alert, just encase. I mean, I want to be on Liz's side here and believe that Elle's gon' be fine, but...I don't know."
Sam sighed, Dean looked down. Both didn't want to think about the fact of Gabrielle going darkside on any of them. Dean only had to hope she wouldn't because he knew if they had to put down Gabrielle then Liz would be a complete mess. This was almost like what had happened previously after John told him he'd probably have to kill Sam. He knew how Liz felt, how she didn't want to have to kill her sister that she'd taken care of and protected since she had been born. It was the exact same thing with him and Sam, but he was going to make damn sure that Liz wouldn't have to worry anymore.
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Gabrielle sat across from her grandfather in silence, she watched as George stood up, motioning his hand for her to follow him, "C'mere." Gabrielle raised an eyebrow, but she stood up and followed George out of the living room, towards the steps and basement door, she followed him down into the basement and her eyes widened, seeing a wall that had nothing but guns and crossbows. A full on arsenal, next to the wall was a book case filled with journals.
"What is this?" She asked, as she walked up to the wall where the guns and crossbows hung. Looking over to the desk, where above it a map on the wall hung, some places were marked. She looked down and saw some papers spread around, most of them obituary's from local newspapers, with one picture on each paper circled but each seemed decades apart and she then turned around, "Are you a hunter?"
George raised an eyebrow, a little surprised to know that his granddaughter knew about hunting, "You know about hunting?"
Gabrielle raised her hand up, running it threw her hair, "Actually, yeah." She said, putting her hand back down and looking towards George, "Bobby trained me since I was six, after Karen died."
George bit his cheek, "Sorry to hear about that, with Karen. If it's not trouble asking, what happened?"
Gabrielle looked down, "Um, a demon. She got possessed and Bobby killed her, not knowing anything." She looked back up at George, "How did you become a hunter?"
George gave Gabrielle over a smile, walking over to the book case that held all the journals, "These journals," He said, patting one of the shelfs, "Go back nearly to the sixteen hundreds. Believe it or not, but you had ancestors ganking things since the Salem witch trails, at least...well, they got the real witches." He said, with a laugh.
Gabrielle smiled, she couldn't believe it. Hunting had been in her blood all along, she never knew it, "So, my dad..."
George sighed, "He never wanted to be one, I tried training him. Both him and my wife, but he never wanted apart of it. First chance he got, he moved away. That's when he met your mom, not long after your older sister came about. That's when we had this huge fight, he told me that as long as I wanted in your lives that I couldn't bring you around hunting."
"So you gave up family over hunting?"
George narrowed his eyes on Gabrielle, "It was my only choice, I made so many enemies in the past. I couldn't have you girls around me."
Gabrielle huffed, shaking her head, "I cannot believe this." She said, as she crossed her arms, "All my life, I never knew. I never knew that I actually had a whole freaking family line of hunters." She half laughed, "This is crazy." She paused, then she turned around to face George, "Do...um, what do you know about angels?"
George raised an eyebrow, not expecting a question like that. He shrugged, "I've done enough research, but not one of your ancestors from what I know of or myself had ever ran into one. Why?"
Gabrielle sighed, looking down to the ground, debating she would tell George or not. He did know more on lore since he'd been raised into the life and had countless of journals left over from his ancestors. She looked back up at him, "Remember I told you something happened to me recently?" George stood straight up, showing he was all ears, "Maybe this is why I was sent here, so you could help me find out who I really am."
George tilted his head to the side, confused at what his niece was trying to tell him, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Gabrielle looked to the side, towards one of the windows, then back at George, "My sister and I were attacked by a demon recently...I don't even know how or what, but I killed it. With my bare hands. There was this bright light that came out and as quick as it came it was gone and the demon was dead." She answered, not mentioning the healing part, though.
George's eyes widened, hearing the story as Gabrielle told it to him, "And you're saying it has something to deal with angels?"
Gabrielle shrugged, "Only thing I could think of that could probably kill a demon."
George sighed, then he clapped his hands together, "Well, hope you got a good enough sleep because looks like we're gonna get on some researching. There's bond to be something in one of your ancestor's journals that could help you." He said, giving Gabrielle over a smile who returned one back to him before she turned and pulled out some journals, George pulling a few out as well.
Gabrielle pulled up a chair to sit at the desk with George and research, before she got to any of that she pulled out her cell phone to send Sam a text, let him know that she'd be gone for another day or so and that she was fine and not to worry, even though she had a feeling that Liz probably was. She'd make sure to call Sam later tonight, after she got done researching because she had to find out what was going on with her first and bond with her grandfather.
xxxxxx
Liz walked out of the bathroom, one thing she hated most about being pregnant was that she had to pee all the time. She walked down the hall, going past her sister's room she heard Sam's phone go off since he left his things in there. She stopped at the room's entrance, looking into it and debating on walking in and grabbing Sam's phone and checking to see if it was Gabrielle. She looked down the hall, hearing the muffled voices of Sam, Dean, and Bobby. She smirked, knowing she was in the clear and she walked into her sister's room over towards the nightstand by the bed where Sam had his phone laid on and hooked up to the charger.
She picked up the phone, as the light blinked to show there was a message left. She flipped the phone open and went to Sam's messages to see the one from Gabrielle...
Hey, Sam. I'm gonna be gone for probably a couple days. Don't worry, I'm fine. I have so many things to tell you, but I've got to research. I'll call you later! I love you =)
Liz raised an eyebrow, reading the text. Why would Gabrielle need to be gone for a few days to just research? Something was up, she had to find out. She put Sam's phone down, walked into her room to grab her car keys and then she crept downstairs. She felt like she was a teenager again, sneaking out of the house, but she knew Dean would protest about her going out alone. This was between her and her sister and her sister was dumb enough to not turn her gps off.
Liz grinned, hearing Bobby, Sam, and Dean from the living room talking, not paying attention to her footsteps as she walked down the steps. She was able to make it outside, she almost thought she would be caught once the door squeaked as she opened and shut it, but she managed to get past that.
"So, what are we go-" Dean stopped in mid sentence, hearing the Trans Am's engine roar to life from the outside. Sam and Bobby both looked towards Dean, "Son of a bitch." Dean cursed in a mumble, as he stood up and ran towards the window, peeling the blind away to see the Trans Am speeding off, "Where the hell is she going?!" He yelled, then he turned around to Sam and Bobby who were now standing up. Dean ran over, grabbing his jacket that hung on the chair, "C'mon, Sam! We gotta go after her!"
Sam nodded, "Yeah, wait. I need to get something upstairs." He said, as he turned and ran out of the living room to go upstairs to Gabrielle's room and grab his cell phone.
Dean threw his jacket on, shaking his head, "God, I swear, I need to have a freaking camera on her."
Bobby huffed, "You tellin' me, been havin' that thought since she learned how to walk."
Bobby turned and Dean looked up, hearing Sam's footsteps as he ran down the stairs, "Guys, I think I know where she's going." He said, holding up his cell phone, "I got a text from Elle, she's going after her."
Dean groaned, hoping that Liz's bladder wouldn't be able to hold in long and they'd catch her at a gas station, "Come on, let's go!" He ordered, as he ran towards the back door since the Impala was still parked out back. Sam nodded, running after Dean.
"You boys be careful, don't do anything stupid!" Bobby called to them, hoping they heard before the door shut. He sighed, walking over to Robby who had a confused look on his face as he stood up and leaned against the bars of his playpen and picked the little boy up, "Robby, you better not get your personality from you mother one day." Robby just smiled, not knowing exactly what Bobby had meant and Bobby just shook his head.
