Chapter 8

Dean's eyes flicked between his rearview mirror view of Addy in the backseat and the road. She'd been looking out the window for most of the drive and he hadn't stopped looking every time a street light illuminated her face. Since Sam had come back, she'd been more distant with him and he knew why.

Not only was she freezing him out, but Sam as well. She refused to acknowledge her anger or her fear or any emotion. It was like she'd completely shut down and he was worried. She acted like nothing was wrong and he knew it was all balling up inside her.

He couldn't blame her though. She had to be like this. She was caught between the two of them and she felt like she needed to stay there. She was on shaky ground because both of the Winchesters loved her and she couldn't do anything to make it any worse than it was.

She met his eyes in the rearview mirror and gave him a small smile which he quickly returned. She then looked away as if remembering she shouldn't have done that and he grew just a bit more frustrated.

"So what's with this job?" Sam asked his brother.

"Dude suffers a head-on collision in a parked car? I'd say that's worth checking out," Dean replied, knowing that wasn't what he was referring to.

"Yeah, definitely, uh, but, uh, we got bigger problems, don't you think?" he asked and he took a quick glance at her but she gave no reaction.

"I'm sure the apocalypse'll still be there when we get back," Dean replied.

"Right, yeah, but I mean, if—if the Colt is really out there somewhere-" Sam began but Addy cut him off.

"We've been looking for three weeks," Addy spoke up," And we've got nothing to show for it."

"Okay. But, if we're gonna—ice the Devil—"

"This is what we're doing! Okay? End of discussion," Dean said finally and then sighed," It's just that this is our first real case, back at it together. You know, I, I think we oughta ease into it, put the training wheels back on."

"So you think I need training wheels," Sam said, offended.

"No, we. We need training wheels, you and me. As a team. All of us. Okay?" he said and Addy looked between them, hoping the crisis was averted.

"Okay," Sam nodded.

"Man, I really want this to be a fresh start, you know? For the both of us," he said and Sam sighed, nodding in agreement.

SUPERNATURAL

Addy waited in the garage her interview with the victim's wife had led her too. Sam and Dean had gone to the police station, but she needed space. It was a BS excuse but it did land her with something. She now stood near the infamous Little Bastard, James Dean's car. A chuck from the windshield was covered with blood from where the victim had collided.

"Little Bastard indeed," she mumbled to herself, inspecting it," Did a number on this guy didn't you?"

Dean and Sam came in and she turned to them.

"Hey I-"

"Tell me you didn't touch it," Dean said, running up to her.

"Touch what?" she asked, raising a brow.

"The car," he clarified," Little Bastard."

"I did," she replied and his eyes widened," I was searching for hex bags and stuff. I didn't find any but-"

He hauled her away from the car to the far end of the room," Stay here and don't move. Don't even look at her."

She looked to Sam," Explain this to me."

"He thinks it's cursed," Sam said with an eye roll.

She lightly shoved Dean away," It's not cursed. I would have felt it."

Dean pushed her back into the corner," Don't move. Damn it. Do you want her to get mad?"

She sighed and raised her hands in defeat," Fine, Dean, but I'm telling you. That's just a car."

"It's not just a car," he said, looking between both her and Sam who gave him weird looks," After James Dean died, his mechanic bought the wreckage, and he fixed it up. And it repaid him by falling on him. And Tony McHenry was killed when it locked up on the racetrack. I mean, death follows this car around like exhaust. Nobody touches it and comes away in one piece. Then, in nineteen-seventy, it vanished off the back of a truck. Nobody's ever seen it since."

Addy nodded slowly and pushed past him, rolling her eyes," You're bat shit crazy and it's just a car. I'm not even sure if this is Little Bastard. This thing disappears for almost forty years and two amateur suburban treasure hunters find it out of the blue. Doesn't seem right."

"I'm telling you if this car is Little Bastard, I will bet you dollars to donuts it's what killed the guy," Dean said and she shook her head at him.

"So how do we find out?" Sam asked.

"The engine number," Addy replied going towards the car and he pushed her back to the corner.

"No way in hell you're getting the engine number," Dean said and she groaned in annoyance.

"Okay so you do it," she replied with a smirk.

He gulped, turning back to the car and shrugging off his jacket," Okay I will."

She watched from the corner as Dean approached the car with Sam," Okay, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you, so...don't hurt me."

She watched in amusement as Dean laid down on a roller board and scoot under the car. Sam bent down to offer him a flashlight and she laughed as he jumped in terror.

"Need a flashlight?"

"No. Don't...do anything, just go away," Dean ordered," Don't speak. All right? In fact, don't even look at her, she might not like it."

Sam stood back up and Addy shot him an amused look. He smirked at her and she looked away quickly, remembering that things had changed. The air became awkward and Dean quickly rolled out and got up with a shudder.

He handed the piece of paper to Sam," Find out who owned it. Not just the last owner, you gotta take it all the way back to nineteen-fifty-five."

"That's a lot of research," Sam replied.

"Well, I guess I just made your afternoon," Dean took one last look at the car and walked away with a relived sigh.

SUPERNATURAL

Addy walked around her hotel room with her glasses on while she had a book in one hand and stripped off her shirt with the other. She'd only half been paying attention to a cup of coffee and her burning skin was the consequence.

"Son of a bitch," she mumbled as the book dropped.

She left it there as she threw the shirt on the bed, leaving her in her tank top. She walked into the bathroom and slammed the door as she wiped her neck and chest. She stopped her movements and stared at herself in the mirror. What stared back at her wasn't anything she liked to see, but she dealt with it on her own terms.

She opened the door and walked out. She froze when she saw Dean, sitting on her bed.

"How did you get in here?" she asked, looking between him and the door.

"We swapped keys remember," he replied, looking her up and down. She quickly went for a shirt and tugged it on over her head.

"What is it?" she asked, pretending to busy straightening her bag.

"I was at a bar with this chick," he began and she scoffed," Okay that came out wrong."

"You think," she replied sarcastically, crossing her arms with an annoyed look," What are you getting at anyways?"

"I realized that I didn't want to be there with her," he replied," So I came here."

"Are you drunk?" she asked.

"No," he replied.

"That actually makes it worse," she replied with a sigh and he got up from the bed," Dean, I think you should go before you do something stupid."

"I can't stop thinking about that kiss back at the hospital," he said, making her freeze," I know I probably shouldn't have done it but we need to say something about it."

She shrugged, looking anywhere but into his eyes as they stood face to face," I stopped you because I was kissing you for the wrong reasons. I was angry at Sam and I wasn't thinking straight."

"What about in the stairwell back in the town with War? Or in 2014?" he asked," Bobby's kitchen? The motel bathroom after you came back from the dead? What were those?"

She struggled for words, glancing down at his lips," I was being emotional and stupid."

"So what about now?" he challenged, staring down at her," What's the excuse for wanting to kiss me this time?"

"I don't want to," she lied.

She saw him smirk," Nice try princess."

"Dean, we can't," she whispered," And you know why."

"Just give me something, Addy," he begged," You're not being you anymore. Cry, scream at me, do something. Anything."

"I'm descended from the alpha demon. The only reason for my existence in this world was too fill Lilith's place. I have her power…her face. I can't afford to do that."

"Is that what this is about?" he asked," The fact that Lilith was your doppelganger. She's dead now Addy."

She gulped, looking away from him," It's not just that."

"What aren't you telling me?" he asked.

"Dean, War's powers didn't work on me," she explained.

"So that doesn't mean anything," he tried to say to help her.

She shook her head," I'm more powerful than ever. I didn't think it was possible but I can feel it. It's unpredictable and dangerous and it's humming inside me as we speak. If you thought I was powerful before think again."

"That's a good thing," he said hopefully," You can defend yourself."

She shook her head," It's Lilith's power, Dean. All of it is inside me. All of the darkness she had is now mine."

"You don't know that," he replied.

She nodded," You wonder why I'm being like this. It's because I don't know if I can survive if I'm any other way. I've got this dormant ball of anger in me and it's just consuming me. I've tried to ignore it but it keeps getting worse. I've always had these two sides of me, Light and Dark, fighting constantly in me and now it's like…"

"It's like what?" he forced himself to ask.

"It's like I don't even care which side wins anymore," she whispered and looked to him with wide eyes," and I think that's exactly what Lucifer wants. He needs me to be angry and perfectly willing to let go of everything I consider good about myself."

"But you're not," he said for her," I know you're not, Addy because you can't. You don't and never will have the capacity to be anything but good."

"Dean if only I could explain to you everything than you wouldn't be so naïve to say that."

He made her look at him," I know enough to say that. I never got why you were so sure you'd be Dark. What do you see that could make you think that so easily?"

"I have Lilith's power and I see her face whenever I look in the mirror," she said," There's not enough good in the world to change that."

"You're not her," he said, searching her eyes.

"I don't think Lucifer cares about technicalities, Dean," she replied and they settled into silence.

"Look, I'm here because I can't think of anything but if you're okay," he said slowly," I know we can't-"

"I think you need to think of other things," she interrupted him," I'm fine and you should probably go."

His phone rang and he took one last hard look at her before he answered it," Yo…Any of 'em die bloody…No, I'm checking on Addy."

Her eyes widened and she punched him in the shoulder as she harshly whispered," Don't tell him that."

He shrugged and she didn't know how Sam replied, but he must have dropped it because Dean replied," Meaning…So you're saying…Well then what was it that killed the guy…Addy's doing research too so I'll see if she came up with anything…Yeah, bye."

He hung up and she gave him an angry stare," So I can't even be alone with you without-"

"No, you can't," she replied quickly and let the topic go," What did he tell you?"

"That it's not Little Bastard," he replied and she sighed.

"Well than I have no clue," she replied, with a groan," I was researching cursed objects this whole time."

"Why didn't you just go with Sam?" he asked and then quickly regretted.

"Because every time we're alone he tries to resolve our issues and to be honest I want those issues to stay."

"Why?" he asked, regretting his words again.

"If we still have those issues between us than…it's just easier," she admitted.

"For you to act like an emotionless robot?"Dean asked angrily.

"Dean, drop it now," she ordered, clenching her fist.

"No, I won't," he challenged," I know you're a firm believer in talking out your issues and all that bullshit."

"Newsflash, Dean," she yelled, matching his tone," I'm a believer in it for other people so I guess that makes me a hypocrite."

"Yeah, it does. The only reason you're here is to help me and Sam and keep us together. How the hell do you expect to do that if you can't?"

"You think I can't keep it together?" she asked, her voice low with bubbling anger.

"No, I don't," he provoked her. If he could just get her to be angry than maybe he could other emotions out of her.

She started to say something but she searched his eyes and her whole face changed. She was onto what he was doing.

"It's getting late I think I'm gonna get some shut eye in a few minutes," she said as if the argument had never happened.

She gave him a tight lipped smile and he stared at her.

"Don't do this," he begged.

She went back over to the bed and picked up the book she'd been reading earlier from the floor. She began reading where she'd left off, effectively shutting down the argument.

He took one last look at her before turning out the door. He slammed it shut and the whole room shook with the force.

She let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding when he was gone. She looked at the book and then flung it across the room with a scream of frustration. She fell back on the bed and took deep breaths.

"I can do this," she whispered to herself.

SUPERNATURAL

Addy lay down in bed, her eyes on the ceiling. She glanced at the clock and didn't like what she saw. It was too early or too late depending on how you looked at it.

She got up from the bed with a groan and went to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face and when she stood back up, a man stood behind her. She turned with a gasp and he was gone.

"Oh my God I'm losing it," she mumbled to herself as she opened the door and the man was there again, face to face with her.

"No, I'd say you're perfectly sane," he replied and she stood frozen, unable to move.

"Lucifer?" she whispered. He'd only appeared to her as Sam and Dean. She'd never seen him in the vessel he was occupying now.

"Hello little rose," he said.

"Why can't I move?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Because I don't want you to," he replied, beginning to look around," So this is what you're reduced to. A disgusting motel room. Hardly seems fitting for someone of your beauty."

He reached out his hand and gently caressed her cheek. She couldn't even flinch away.

"You don't have to fear me," he whispered, touching her hair and face while he looked her over in curiosity.

"And you're a liar," she said quietly," That's all you do is lie."

He gave her a small, almost sympathetic smile," I told you and Sam. I'll never lie to you. I care about you too much."

"Just like you cared about Lilith."

He sighed in remorse," A necessary sacrifice."

"You make me sick," she said and spit in his face.

He chuckled as he wiped it away," I like it when you get angry. It suits you. Very sexy too."

"I'd tell you to go to hell but that's too good for you," she said through gritted teeth.

He sighed and looked her over," You'll want me one day, Adriana."

She scoffed," Never. I will never want you."

"Here's what's going to happen," he said, leaning so close she could feel his breath on her neck," Dean's going to say yes and then Sam will and then after Michael and I's glorious battle the world will end. Since I plan on winning, Dean will be dead."

"You're wrong," she growled," We'll stop you."

"But the stories not finished," he said, pressing a finger to her lips to silence her," There'll be a couple thousand of people who will survive and among them will be your loved ones. I'll kill every one of them."

"I'll always fight you," she said, holding back tears," Always. You can take everything from me and I'll still fight you."

He gave her a sad smile and leaned to her so their foreheads were touching. She closed her eyes and fought back the bile in her throat," No, you won't. I'll never take you against your will. One day you'll want me and when that day comes I'll find you."

"You're wrong," she said, barely above a whisper.

"No, I'm not," he challenged.

She opened her eyes and stared him down. She focused and shoved him away.

He smirked," You're a little powerhouse aren't you? All that Lilith juice swimming inside you. Comes with a price though."

"You listen to me," she said, slowly advancing on him," All of you and your kind underestimate us and it never ends well for you. If you honestly believe we'll lose than you're just like every monster, angel, demon, witch, or anything else we've taken down because their first mistake was underestimating the Winchesters…and underestimating me."

With that, she opened her eyes to an empty motel room. She sighed and sat up in bed, rubbing her arms. She ran over to the bathroom and wretched into the toilet. She could still feel Lucifer's hands on her face as she emptied her stomach contents.

What she'd said to him echoed in her head and as they did, she wasn't so sure she believed them.

SUPERNATURAL

Addy gently rubbed the shoulder of the Spanish maid the latest victim had as she sobbed outside a bench. She had witnessed the scene and she had been inconsolable by the police who tried to question her.

Dean and Sam had gone into the house, but she stayed back, attempting to get something out of her but she was still too upset. The brothers began walking towards her and she gave them a shrug.

"She's still too upset," Addy said as her sobs began to dissipate.

"FBI," Dean said, showing her their badges," Now, uh, you said you saw something in the professor's house. Right? Something in the window?"

"Estaba sacando la basura. Imiré por la ventana y vi al hombre que mató al Señor Hill!" she said frantically.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, trying to figure out what to do. Addy chuckled and turned back to her.

"Señora Alvarez. Sé que esto es difícil, pero necesito que se calme. ¿De acuerdo?" she said fluently and both of them stared at her in surprise.

"You speak Spanish?" Sam asked.

"Don't act so shocked," she teased and turned back to the maid," Sólo tienes que decirnos lo que viste."

"Era alto. Muy alto. Y llevaba el abrigo negro largo y tenía bigotes," she said and Addy nodded, narrowing her eyes.

"She said he was really tall and had a long coat and a beard," she told them.

"Y un sombrero," she added.

"Dude was wearing a sombrero?" Dean asked.

"Sombrero means hat," Addy explained.

"No, no, no, un sombrero alto," she tried to explain.

"A tall hat," Addy clarified.

"Oh, like a top hat," Dean guessed.

"Muy alto!" she said, gesturing above her head.

"She says it was really tall."

"What, you mean like a—like a stovepipe hat," Dean said and the maid nodded," Oh yeah, like Abraham Lincoln."

The maid began to sob again," Sí. El Presidente Lincoln. Abraham Lincoln kill Mister Hill!"

Addy looked to them slowly," Don't think I have to translate that one."

"¿Puedo irme a casa?" she asked.

"Sí, gracias por su tiempo. Has sido de gran ayuda," Addy replied and she ran off.

"So we've got Little Bastard and Abraham Lincoln ganking people," Dean said," This is just awesome."