Gabrielle researched through one of her ancestor's journals. This was probably the fifth one she'd been through and she hadn't found anything that could probably help. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and she stopped reading, George's eye watched from the corner as she pulled out her phone, opening it to see a text from Sam,
Elle, Liz is coming.
Gabrielle groaned, then she texted Sam where they were so it'd be easier for them to know where they were going and then she closed her phone and putting it back in her pocket, "What's up?" George asked, noticing that Gabrielle looked like she was about to scream.
Gabrielle sighed, looking over towards George, "My sister, she's coming. Forgot to turn my gps on my phone off and she must've read the text from Sam that I sent to him."
George chuckled, "Your sister a hunter, too?"
Gabrielle nodded, "Hunting is practically her life, well...when we were younger it was." George raised a brow and sat up straight in his chair, "She met this guy, Mark, settled down and had a kid. He was killed, though, by the same demon that killed our parents and she's been hunting again ever since."
George shook his head, feeling sorry for his other granddaughter, "She should've known, no matter what, hunting always comes back to bite you in the ass. I tried telling your father that, he wouldn't listen. Look where it got him and your mom." Gabrielle was just silent, then she looked away and at the journal she was reading, on a page about arch-angels, reading a bit of it as George continued to talk, "I told your father, with our family history, he couldn't live that normal apple pie life. I mean, there's things out there that want your head and you haven't done anything to um, but one of your past ancestors might've."
Gabrielle was brought out of her thoughts from reading the page in the journal, "What? I'm sorry. I-I was reading this page in the journal."
George looked towards the journal that Gabrielle was reading, seeing one of their ancestor's had something on arch-angels, "Arch-angels?"
Gabrielle nodded, reading a bit of the page, "This one, Gabriel..." She said, pointing to one of the sentences, "July sixth, eighteen-eighty three." She read out loud, then she paused, looking up, "July sixth..." She repeated, turning to George, "That's my birthday. July sixth nineteen-eighty three." George raised a brow, then he looked back towards the journal, then Gabrielle looked back down at it, "I met Gabriel, the arch-angel. Tricky bastard, he was. He helped me, though. Saved my life, actually. Never in a million years would I ever think angel's existed, 'til now." She continued to read, every word giving her more and more shock.
George took the book, reading the sentence and page himself, then he flipped the book to the first page to see what ancestor it was, Gabrielle just sat there in thought, "This was your ancestor, Evelyn Charles." George smiled, shaking his head, "Evelyn." He huffed, Gabrielle raised an eyebrow, looking at George confused, "She was quite something, from what my father told me. Never once in our family before her had the girls been trained into hunting, only the men. That was a different time, they didn't believe the women should've got into that stuff." He said, as he got up from his seat, "She trained herself, the most toughest woman our family ever had and changed everyone's thoughts on letting the women hunt." Gabrielle watched as he skimmed through the books on one of the shelf's of the book case, "Ah, here we go!" He said, pulling out a old book, coughing a little at the dust.
George walked over setting the book down, "This is a photo album, I think Evelyn might be in here somewhere." He said, as he set the book down and opened it. Gabrielle looked at the pages, they had a yellow faded color to them. George flipped through the pages until he found The Charles, telling Gabrielle that they'd been a family of four and Evelyn was the only girl out of two older brothers, "There she is, that's Evelyn." George said, as he pointed to the woman in the picture.
Gabrielle took in every detail of the three people in the black and white picture she could get. Evelyn sat in a chair, she seemed to be at least mid or later 30s, much later than when she had wrote the part in her journal. Her legs were crossed and she had a baby on her lap, she wasn't in a long big dress like her mother next to her was. It was long and black, though, but it wasn't a poof like her mother had and didn't have a lot of other fancy addition's to stand it out. For a minute, Gabrielle thought Evelyn almost looked like Liz for a moment. Blonde hair, from what she guessed, but instead of Liz's long and teased, Evelyn had it in a short bobbed hairstyle, "Wow." Gabrielle said, as she looked at the picture.
"Beautiful, wasn't she?" George complimented, "She died, though; Before my father turned fifteen. So I never got the chance to meet her. That's my father, right there." He said, pointing to the baby on Evelyn's lap, "Ezra Corvelle, the Corvelle's were on the other side of the bunch that were the best when it came to hunting. Ezra's father, Walter." George half laughed, "My father told me stories about him. He was a drifter, bumped into Evelyn and the sparks flew." Gabrielle smiled, resting her head on her hand and listened into more of George's tale, "Walter saved her on a hunt, actually. I think Evelyn was raiding a vampire nest. Anyways, after that, they hunted together since, then had Ezra. My father told me, he lost his mom surprisingly not to anything supernatural; She got tuberculosis, biggest disease back then, lemme tell ya."
"What happened to Walter?" Gabrielle asked, getting interested in her family history.
"Killed, by a werewolf. My father was on the hunt with him, the werewolf came from behind and just ripped Walter to shreds. Ezra said he probably let it, since Walter hadn't been acting right since Evelyn's death. He said they were so in love, when Evelyn died it just ripped Walter apart. She was his life. His journal is around here somewhere, I do believe."
Gabrielle frowned, hearing about what happened to Walter and how he dealt with after Evelyn's death, "What about Ezra? Did he have any other siblings?"
George shook his head, "No. He was their only child. With Evelyn and Walter hunting, it was hard for her to have a full pregnancy. My father told me that his father told him that Evelyn carried him while hunting. She battled monsters and crap while she was pregnant. She never backed down from a hunt, it was her life."
Gabrielle half laughed, thinking about how much Evelyn actually reminded her of Liz and not by just their looks, "That kind of sounds like my sister right now."
George's eyes widened, "Your sister is pregnant?"
Gabrielle nodded her head, "Mhm. She's driven Dean almost insane with him worrying about her because she's still full on hunting even though she's pregnant."
George crossed his arms, "Dean?"
"Winchester; he's the father." Gabrielle replied, George though already had guessed that, "He's helped her since she lost her husband. We've been friends, along with his younger brother Sam since we were kids."
"Their father wouldn't by any chance be John Winchester, would he?"
Gabrielle raised an eyebrow at George's question, wondering what he had to do with John Winchester, "Yeah, why?"
"I had a couple run in's with him in the past. Great hunter; heard some things about Sam and Dean, too." George confessed, Gabrielle's eyes widened. John had known of George all this time, but never once told her or Liz about him? He knew about the Corvelle's past and never once bothered to mention it to them? Never thought that he could at least even tell them that they had a grandfather that was alive? She thought, maybe John wasn't as close to the girls as she really thought he had been if he had to keep a secret about her own damn family away from them, even Bobby.
"So, do you think Evelyn had done something with Gabriel? Made a deal or some sort of thing?" George asked, bringing Gabrielle out of her thoughts. Did angels even make deals?
Gabrielle shrugged, "I don't know, but it's weird...she met him exactly a hundred years before I was born and suddenly I'm getting these powers where I can kill a demon and heal myself?"
George's eyes widened, since Gabrielle hadn't mentioned to him that she could heal herself, "You can heal yourself, too?"
Gabrielle sighed, nodding her head, "Yeah, I don't even know how."
George took in a sigh, "Well, I'll try my best to research as much as I can and let you know what I can find about our arch-angel. How long do you think it'll be until your sister gets here?" George asked, a little bit excited to meet his other granddaughter who he hadn't seen since she was four.
"It took me at least thirteen hours to get here and if Sam and Dean don't catch up to her, she should make it here in at least fourteen hours because I know that my sister cannot hold her bladder for long."
George let out a laugh at Gabrielle's reply, Gabrielle slightly smiled. Even though she sort of hated The Trickster, she had to thank him for letting her find her grandfather, "Well, let's try to get some sleep at least before they all arrive. I have a guest bedroom you can use, no need to sleep on the couch."
Gabrielle smiled, "Thanks."
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Sam looked over at Dean, they'd driven practically all night and still hadn't managed to catch up to Liz, maybe they figured checking out motels thinking that Liz decided to hit the hay was probably a bad decision and they were farther behind, "Freaking, Kentucky! What the hell makes Elle go out to Kentucky to research?!" Dean yelled, Sam was worried about Dean's state at the moment thinking he would crash since he hadn't slept and was worried about Liz. Sam could only imagine all the different scenarios going through Dean's head at the moment of things that could possibly happen to Liz without him being there to protect her.
"Dean, um, are you okay? Maybe I should drive..." He offered, since he had at least gotten some sleep, even with Dean's speeding.
"Sam, I'm fine! I can drive!" Sam just sat back in his seat, deciding he wouldn't bother Dean and cause them to crash, but Dean was scaring him a little...okay more than a little. He could practically feel the anger coming off of Dean, for once he wished that Liz wouldn't have Dean worry like this.
xxxxxx
Gabrielle awoke the next morning, as if on cue she could hear the Trans Am's engine pull up. She got up from the bed and walked over to see Liz storming up the front yard, Trans Am parked behind the Chevelle. Gabrielle sighed, walking over, grabbing her pants on the floor and pulling them up. She could hear the television downstairs on, so George had woken up before her. She walked out of the room, down the hallway.
Liz walked up to the front porch, she took a breather and went to knock on the door, she looked at the mailbox that was on the wall, Corvelle written on it. Her eyes widened, but then she jumped as the door opened to reveal an older man, "Wow, Elizabeth, haven't seen you since you were this tall." He said, a little chuckle and showed with his hand how tall she had been since the last time he saw her.
"Wait...grandpa? Grandpa George?" She asked, shock to her voice. George gave her a smile and nodded. Liz looked past George, seeing Gabrielle walk down the steps behind him. Liz glared at her sister, "Gabby, what the hell was that about?!" She screamed, Gabrielle paying no care towards her sister and rolling her eyes, "You had me worried sick!"
"Jesus, Liz, calm down." Gabrielle said, once she walked up to George, "I found our grandfather, okay?"
Liz glared, crossing her arms, "That's not the point, you didn't tell me a thing about where you were going!"
Gabrielle sighed, "Because you shouldn't have. I wanted to do this on my own, without you." Liz snarled, twitching her upper lip.
George awkwardly laugh, "Um, okay. Elizabeth, how about you give your grandfather a hug?" He asked, holding his arms out.
Liz turned to look at George, still glaring, "My grandfather died, years ago." She replied, Gabrielle's mouth gapped open, hearing Liz say that to George.
"Liz! What the hell?!" Gabrielle yelled, Liz quickly turning to look at Gabrielle.
George shook his head, moving his hand up, "No, no. It's okay, I deserved it."
Gabrielle sighed, turning to George, "Gramps, you think I can talk to my sister privately for a moment?" She asked, looking over at Liz with a glare.
George nodded, "Fine with me, I'll go make some tea." He said, before leaving into the house and Gabrielle walked outside and closed the door.
Gabrielle turned to face her sister again, who looked like she had steam coming out of her ears while her eyes sent daggers at her, "Liz, what the hell was that about saying that to him?"
"Elle, he left us. Practically abandoned us. He didn't want a thing to do with either of us so he gave us to Bobby instead. Never once did he ever check up on us, see if we were okay. See if we were even alive. No. Why should I hug him after all of that?"
Gabrielle crossed her arms, "Because, it wasn't his fault. I found some things out, actually. About our family's past." Liz raised an eyebrow, opening her mouth to speak, but was cut off abruptly by the sound of the Impala's engine and she turned around to see the Impala pull up to the driveway, she sighed, ready to get the third degree from Dean as he ran up the front lawn, Sam trailing from behind.
Liz sighed, "Dean before you say anything I-" She was cut off, as Dean engulfed her into a hug. Sam stopped at the steps, a little shocked to see Dean engulf Liz into the hug. He thought that he'd at least yell at her, or something.
"Don't you ever run off like that again!" Dean yelled, as he tightly hugged Liz, who was still shocked from the hug, bringing her hands up slowly and awkwardly hugging him back, then Dean pulled apart, grabbing Liz's face, "You had me worried sick." He said, as he looked straight into her eyes. Liz could see it herself, how worried Dean looked as she looked into those green eyes. He probably had so many different scenario's of losing her going around in his head, she could see why. Dean pulled her in for another hug, getting in her smell as he sniffed her black shirt and then he pulled apart, "What the hell made you go off like that?"
Liz looked away, not wanting to make contact with Dean's eyes, "Sorry, I was just...I wanted to know what was going on with Elle."
Gabrielle sighed, "Guys, look...I'm sorry. I thought I should be the one to find out first."
Dean looked past Liz, over towards Gabrielle, "Find out first about what?" Sam asked, before Dean could, as he walked up the steps.
Gabrielle looked at Sam, then over back at Dean, Liz turned around staring at her confused, "Come in, there's a quite few awesome things I found out." She said, motioning with her hand for them to follow as she walked over to the door and opened it. Liz turned back around at Dean, who nodded his head for her to go forward and she didn't protest, turning around and following her sister. Dean turned to look at Sam, who now stood next to him and shrugged, before they walked inside.
George turned around, hearing the footsteps of the four walking into the kitchen, "Oh! I should make some more tea, huh?" He asked, as he laughed. Dean raised an eyebrow, wondering who the older man was, hoping that there wasn't something weird going on between Gabrielle and the man. Getting porn mixed with reality.
Gabrielle turned to Sam and Dean, "Sam, Dean, this is Liz and I's grandfather, George." She introduced, as she walked over at George and he gave Sam and Dean a smile, "He's also a hunter, like us." She said, looking over to Liz and seeing Liz's eyes widen in complete shock, "That's why he so called abandoned us, our father wanted nothing to do with being a hunter and he didn't want us growing up as one. He said to George himself that if he wanted to be close to us, he'd have to give up hunting."
"And with our family past, I couldn't give it up just like that." George added, Dean looked over at Sam, who looked at Dean.
Liz reached her hand up to head, trying to process everything, "God, I feel like I'm gonna have a headache." She commented, feeling a little bit uneasy. The long drive she had didn't help her either.
Dean turned quickly to look at her, wrapping his arms around her, encase if she gave out and fell. Knowing she had driven all night, which wasn't good on her in her condition, "Hey, hey, do you need to lay down?" He asked, then turned to Gabrielle and George, "Get her a glass of water!" George nodded, quickly turning around and walking over towards the sink, "C'mon, up you go." Dean said, as he picked Liz up bridal style and walked her into the living room and laid her on one of the couches.
Sam stood behind, watching. Sighing as he also knew that Liz had challenged herself and not slept for fourteen hours. Dean knelled down, resting his hand on Liz's forehead, "Dammit, she's burning up."
George walked past Sam, into the living room and over to the couch, handing Dean over the glass of water, "Is she alright?"
"No. She's pregnant and she probably worked herself out more since she drove all night here without any sleep." Dean replied, then he handed Liz over the glass, "Lizzie, hey, drink this." He said, calmly. Liz opened her eyes, sitting up from the couch and grabbing the glass of water, her hand slightly shaking as she did, so Dean held her hand and helped her bring the cup to her mouth without spilling it. Liz took a sip of the water, but she coughed at the taste of it. Dean sighed, taking the glass away and she laid back down on the couch, "Dammit." He cursed, putting the cup down on the table behind him, then turned back and rested his hand under Liz's cheekbone, "Lizzie, hey, what's wrong? Can you tell me?"
Liz opened her eyes, looking up at Dean as he knelled in front of her, but she was unable to speak from being so light-headed, she closed her eyes and laid her head against the pillow on the couch, "Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, slamming his fist on the floor, then he went to feel her head again and it was still burning, he looked over to Sam, "Sam, call 911!" He ordered, since he had no idea what to do and he had to make sure that the baby was alright.
Sam nodded, quickly pulling out his phone and calling 911, George frowned, seeing his granddaughter there on the couch. Gabrielle on the other hand felt horrible, knowing she put Liz in this situation because she felt she had to find out about their family alone.
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"Wow." Sam said, as he saw the wall where the guns and crossbows hung and the bookshelf containing all of the journals. Dean had left in the ambulance to the hospital with Liz a little only a half hour ago and Gabrielle and George decided they'd show Sam what George had hidden in the basement, "So, you've really been hunting your whole life?" Sam asked, as he walked over to the bookshelf where the journals were kept. His nerdy self getting the best of him, seeing all those journals, hoping George would let him read them.
George nodded his head, "Mhm, it's in my blood. My mom and dad were hunters, their parents were hunters. It goes back nearly to the sixteen-hundreds."
Gabrielle smiled, seeing Sam so into the journals on the bookshelf, "Sam, you seem like you just struck gold."
Sam laughed at Gabrielle's comment, Sam then turned around, pointing to the journals, "You wouldn't mind if I read any of these, would you?"
George shook his head, "Nah, don't mind. I got more journals actually scattered around the house, if ya wanna take a look at those too."
Sam smiled, he couldn't wait to dig into all of the journals. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he remembered that he had put it on vibrate and left the ringer off. He quickly pulled the phone out of his pocket and answered it, already knowing that it was Dean calling from the hospital, "Dean, hey. Is she alright?"
"Yeah, she's okay, thank god."
Sam smiled, knowing that Liz was going to be fine. He could hear the relief in Dean's voice, "Baby too?"
"Baby too." Dean replied, Sam could hear a little laugh to his voice, "She had dehydrated herself, since she really did drive straight through and with the lack of sleep, it made the baby sick and her sick as well. They got her hooked up, fed. Doc said she should be fine when she wakes up."
"You want me to drive there to the hospital and get you?"
"Nah, not until she wakes up. I'm gonna stay here. Bring me some pie, though."
Sam chuckled, hearing Dean ask for him to bring some pie. Sam nodded his head, "Yeah, okay. Just call when they release her."
"Will do, Sammy."
Sam half laughed, then he took the phone from his ear and closed it, putting it back in his pocket. He then looked up back over towards George and Gabrielle, "Liz and the baby are fine, she just had dehydrated herself, but they fed her and Dean said she can be released once she wakes up."
Gabrielle took a sigh in relief, "Oh, thank god." She said, holding her hand up to her chest, "She nearly gave me a heart attack there."
Sam nodded, "Think of what it put on Dean."
"Your sister is something, isn't she?" George asked, looking over at Gabrielle.
Gabrielle nodded, a slight smile thinking of her ancestor Evelyn and how much her and Liz were a like, "Yeah, she is. Dean needs to put a leash on her." Sam chuckled, hearing Gabrielle's comment, who looked over at Sam and smiled.
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Dean sat in the chair next to Liz's bedside. Waiting for her to wake up. He ran his finger from the side of her forehead, pushing some hair behind her ear as he watched her sleep. A familiar song he hummed, Aerosmith's 'Crazy' it was. He always sung to her when she slept as he would wait for her to wake up, she told him before it helped her sleep and it helped him knowing all of her favorite songs, "I go crazy, crazy, baby I go crazy." He softly sung, he could see a smile form on Liz's lips.
He smiled, seeing Liz's reaction and showing that she was listening to him, "Yeah, you drive me crazy, crazy, crazy, for you baby What can I do, honey? I feel like the color blue..." He stopped, seeing Liz's rustle in her sleep.
He sat straight up, watching her, her eyes soon enough slowly opening and she gave him a smile, "Aerosmith?" She asked, with a smile.
Dean chuckled, leaning down and giving her a kiss, "Worked, didn't it?" He asked, after they pulled apart and they looked deep into each other's eyes before Dean sat back up and Liz rolled onto her back, "You know, you about gave me a scare back there. Don't do that ever again, you hear me? I thought for a moment I was about lose the both of you."
It seemed like she'd been doing that a lot to him lately. Liz sighed, looking down, "I'm sorry. I just had my mind all on Elle, almost forgot about the baby."
Dean bit his cheek, he could understand since Liz was worried about Gabrielle after the incident in which she had watched Gabrielle practically kill the demon with her bare hands and she wanted to make sure that her sister was fine, "Well, from now on you best put the kid first."
Liz nodded, then she looked over at Dean, "Don't worry, I will." Dean smiled, but he didn't know if Liz truly meant what she meant. He didn't want to have to watch her like a god damn hawk every second of the day, remembering what Sam had told him, but she was nearly driving him insane. He worried about her, he didn't want to think of the thought of losing her or the baby. He knew himself, though, Liz was a firecracker. She wouldn't back down from anything, wanting to prove she could do anything. She'd been that way since he'd known her.
He could remember one time, when they were twelve. This huge tree had fell after a storm across the creek bed behind Bobby's house. Bobby even told Liz not to play around it because he didn't want her falling and what did she do? Thinking she was Patrick Swayze from Dirty Dancing, she tried going across the damn tree. Dean had to go in after her after she fell into the creek, busting her head open. He remembered after that her having a huge white bandage around her head from the stitches.
Dean chuckled, remembering the old memory. Liz squinted her eyebrows, turning to look over at Dean, "What's so funny?"
"Just remembering that time that tree fell behind Bobby's house over the creek and you tried to be like Swazye."
Liz huffed, "Oh god, I had like twenty stitches in my head after I fell and busted my head open." Dean smiled, as Liz shook her head.
"Remember they had to shave your head bald because of all your hair so they could stitch you up?"
"I looked like a guy for a year!" Liz cried, Dean going into a laughter, "That wasn't funny, Dean! Bobby and John called me Lizzo the whole time!"
Dean shrugged, giving Liz over a smile, "I thought it was pretty funny."
Liz snorted, crossing her arms and looking away. Dean just laughed, "Here, I'll call Sam. Let him know you're awake and he can come get us." He said, as he reached his hand over and patted Liz's leg as he stood up and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to call Sam. Liz watched him as he walked out of the room, but then he stopped, "Oh, hey, Lizzo. Want Sam to bring you anything to eat?" He asked, turning around and giving Liz a grin as she glared at him.
"I can still kick your ass you know." Dean put his head back as he laughed, Liz just rolled her eyes at him as he walked out of the room laughing, but she couldn't help but half laugh and smile.
Authors Notes: So, what'd you think? I hope you liked the introduction of George and then finding out about the Corvelle heritage ^^
Btw I know I've been writing this fic for a while now but I finally managed to come up with ship names! Dean/Elizabeth is now Deliza, Sam/Gabrielle is Sabrielle, and if you want to get non-canon...Sam/Elizabeth is Sazzie and Dean/Gabrielle is Delle =)
Ghostfacers is next ~
Would love some reviews c:
