Chapter 23

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Addy leaned heavily on Dean as Mary led them into the Campbell house.

"You can sit here," Mary said kindly to Addy, pulling out a chair on an ill kept looking dinner table.

"Thanks," Addy said with curt nod that hurt despite the small movement. She looked to John who was quiet during the conversation.

Dean sat her down, "You're not okay. Are you?"

"We have better things to worry about," she said, "You need to angel proof this place right now."

"Um, there should be salt and holy water in the pantry, knives, guns," Mary list as she points to different places in the kitchen.

"All that stuff will do is piss it off," Sam said and Addy didn't like the way he refrained from using Anna's name.

"So, what will kill it?" Mary asked hopefully, "Or slow it down, at least?"

"Not much," Sam replied honestly.

She laughed humorlessly, "Great."

"That doesn't mean anything," Addy said and gestured to Dean to put the duffel bag they'd packed on the table, "We came prepared."

Dean unzips the bag and begins rummaging through it.

"If we put this up and she comes close," he said, pulling out a piece of paper with the angel banishing sigil on it and showing it to her, "we beam her right off the starship."

Addy stands up and pulls something from the bag to show Mary, "This is holy oil. It's the equivalent of a devil's trap for angels. We should go set this up."

Addy starts walking out, expecting her to follow. Mary takes one last look at John and disappears after Addy.

SUPERNATURAL

Addy leans heavily on a wall as she pours holy water in a circle on the floor. Mary does the same and clutches her side as she tries to stand back up. Mary notices and comes over to her aid.

"You shouldn't be working this hard," she said, leading her over to the couch, "You need rest. Whatever kind of fall you took it's done a real number."

"I've taken worse," she said as Mary sat down with her, "I just need some time."

"Dean's not here you know," she said with a knowing look, "You don't have to tough it out."

"I'm not toughing it out," she lied, "A few Advil and I'll be good as-"

She grits her teeth to keep from crying out as a pain shoots through her.

"You're not okay," she said, putting a comforting arm around her, "Where does it hurt?"

"I'm fine," she insisted, "Really."

"You really are a hunter, aren't you?" she said with a small smile.

Addy chuckled, "Yeah. I am."

"You grow up in it?" Mary asked, trying to take her mind off the pain.

"I grew up knowing about the supernatural," she explained, "but I wasn't a hunter full time until my mom… I started living with my father."

"How'd you meet Dean?" Mary asked with a smile, "I always like hearing a good love story."

Addy blushed realizing this was his mother, "We're, uh, we're not together…I think…it's complicated."

Mary nodded in understanding, "I can tell how much you two care about each other."

"He's a good guy," she said, searching Mary's eyes, "An amazing guy. Him and Sam. They've been through so much but…they're unbelievable."

She wants to tell Mary everything as she looks into her eyes that look so much like Dean's. Addy stands up in an effort to get away from her gaze.

"I still think you should sit down," Mary insisted, standing back up as well.

"No, I'm okay," she said softly.

"Addy can you tell me why the angels are after us?" she asked and racked her brain for something.

"Like Dean said," she replied, turning back to her, "They're dicks."

Mary chuckled, obviously not buying it, "Not good enough. I didn't even know they existed, and now I'm a target?"

"It's a long story," Addy said with a small smile, "And it's ridiculous. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

"Fine," she said with a shrug, "All ears."

"Mary please don't make me," she pleaded.

"I can handle it," she said, her jaw set.

She opened and closed her mouth," Dean and Sam.. they're…he's-"

"I'm your son."

They both turn to see Dean standing in the doorway.

"What?" she asked in confusion.

"I'm your son. Sorry. I don't know how else to say it. We're from the year two thousand and ten," he explained, walking to her, "An angel zapped us back here. Not the one that attacked you, friendlier."

"You can't expect me to believe that," she said with a scoff and Addy looked between the two, mother and son.

"Our names are Dean and Sam Winchester, " he started and Addy grabbed his hand in effort to make this any less painful, "We're named after your parents. When I would get sick, you would make me tomato-rice soup, because that's what your mom made you. And instead of a lullaby, you would sing Hey Jude, 'cause that's your favorite Beatles song."

She could see the disbelief turning into denial as tears began falling down her cheeks, "I...I don't believe it. No. I raised my kids to be hunters?"

"No," Dean reassured her, "No, you didn't."

"How could I do that to you?" she asked with wide, wet eyes.

Dean squeezed her hand tight, "You didn't do it. Because you're dead."

"What happened?" she asked through a sob.

"Yellow-eyed demon. He killed you, and…" he trailed off, looking towards the door to make sure no one came in" John became a hunter to get revenge. He raised us in this life. Listen to me. A demon comes into Sam's nursery exactly six months after he's born. November second, nineteen eighty-three. Remember that date. And whatever you do, do not go in there. You wake up that morning and you take Sam and you run."

"That's not good enough, Dean," Sam said from the doorway and they turned to look at him.

"Wherever she goes, the demon's gonna find her. Find me," Sam said sadly.

"Well, then what?" Dean asked.

"She can leave Dad," Sam said, looking between Addy and Dean and then to Mary, "That's what. You got to leave John."

She shook her head.

"When this is all over, walk away, and never look back," Sam said and Addy's eyes widened.

"Sam, that means you and Dean…" Addy trailed off, the gravity of it all hitting her.

"Would never be born," Dean finished and looked to Mary, "He's right."

"I can't, "she said, refusing to accept this, "You're saying that you're my children, and now you're saying…"

"You have no other choice. There's a big difference between dying and never being born. And trust me, we're okay with it, I promise you that," Dean said and while they might have been Addy wasn't.

"Okay, well, I'm not," she argued.

"Listen, you think you can have that normal life that you want so bad, but you can't. I'm sorry. It's all gonna go rotten. You are gonna die, and your children will be cursed," Sam said gravely.

"There has to be a way," she said desperately.

"No, this is the way. Leave John," Sam pleaded with her.

"I can't," she said repeated.

"This is bigger than us. There are so many more lives at stake-" Sam began but she cut him off.

"You don't understand. I can't," she said and Addy put the pieces together.

"You're already pregnant, aren't you?" she asked and Mary nodded in tears.

"Hey, we got a problem. Those blood things, the sigils—they're gone," John said, running into the room, "I drew one on the back of the door. I turned around. And when I looked back again, it was a smudge."

Addy and Mary look to see their holy oil circles gone.

"There's no more holy oil," Mary said in alarm.

Addy doubled over and Dean caught her before she could fall, "Addy what's wrong?"

"They're coming," she whispered, looking around the room desperately.

"Who?" Dean asked and just a loud, high pitched shriek shatter the windows and bulbs, plunging them into darkness.

Suddenly it stops and the door flies open.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked, standing up with renewed fury.

"I'm Uriel," the angel says and Dean takes a step back.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Addy said, untangling from Dean and going over to John and Mary.

"Go," Sam yelled to Mary and John and he turned to see Anna blocking the only other exit.

"Here goes nothin'," Dean said and lunged for Uriel as Sam goes after Anna.

The angels throw them aside as if they're nothing and as John lunges for Uriel with the knife he throws him through the wall.

"John!" Mary screamed as the angels advanced on her.

Addy throws her hand out, stopping the angels with her power as she stands as the only barrier between them.

Uriel laughs the same laugh that haunted her nightmares, "Really? A witch trying to win against me."

"I did it before," she said as both angels falter, "I'll do it-"

She abruptly drops, screaming in pain. Mary bends down to help her.

"Go!" Addy yelled at her as Sam and Dean meet eyes and then Sam goes for the knife he dropped. In a flash, Anna rips a pipe from the wall and stabs it through him.

"No!" Addy shrieks at the same time, Dean yells, "Sammy!"

Addy crawled over to him just as he takes his final breath, "Sam! Sam come on! No, no, no."

She let out a sob over his body and turns just in time to see Anna advancing on Mary, "I'm really sorry."

She met eyes with Dean just as John appears and says in a deep, authoritative voice, "Anna."

She turned and Dean comes over to her, helping her up as she shook in his arms from pain and grief.

Anna turns to him and says in fear," Michael."

He puts a hand to her shoulder and then she screams as fire burns her from the inside out. Addy buries her head in Dean's chest to shield her eyes. When she turns back all that's left of her is ash.

He turns his sight on Uriel next.

"Michael, I didn't know," he said, in a gesture to extend a request of mercy.

"Goodbye, Uriel," he said, snapped his fingers and the angel disappeared. He then set his sights on Mary, "What did you do to John?"

"John is fine," he reassures her and then presses two fingers to her forehead and falls unconscious in a heap on the ground. Painfully slow, he turned to Dean and Addy.

"Well, I'd say this conversation is long overdue, wouldn't you?" he asked and started to reach two fingers towards Addy but Dean pushed her behind him.

"Don't you dare touch her," he said and pointed to his brother's body, "Fix him."

"First...we talk. Then I fix your darling little Sammy," he said and looks to Addy behind him, "So you're the latest Detrov. Word is you're the reason Dean here won't say yes."

"He'll never say it," she said as Dean held her close.

Michael narrowed his eyes at her, "You do know you're dying right. You can't mix angel power with your own and expect it to end well."

"I'd die if it meant keeping Dean away from you," she said through clenched teeth.

He sighed, snapped his fingers and instantly the pain she felt went away, "Believe it or not I've got a soft spot for you. Maybe it's the way you so fiercely care for those you love."

"Maybe it's for the same reason Lucifer has a soft spot for me," she said, narrowing her eyes, "I have Lilith's face. I know you loved her first."

He looked to Dean who still held Addy tight to his side, "You understand what it's like to be in love with a Detrov. That much is clear, but that's not what I wanted to talk about, Dean."

"What do you want with me?" Dean asked, "You know I ain't gonna say yes, so why are you here?"

"I just want you to understand what you and I have to do," he said gently.

"Oh, I get it. You got beef with your brother, " Dean replied with a scoff, "Well, get some therapy, pal. Don't take it out on my planet!"

"You're wrong. Lucifer defied our father, and he betrayed me. But still...I don't want this any more than you would want to kill Sam," he said and she almost felt sorry for him, "You know, my brother, I practically raised him. I took care of him in a way most people could never understand, and I still love him."

He turned back to them, his voice hard, "But I am going to kill him because it is right and I have to."

"Oh, because God says so?" Addy asked, "He's been a bit quiet lately don't you think?"

"I am a good son," Michael said as if it were easy, "I do as my father tells me."

"Okay, well, trust me, pal. Take it from someone who knows that is a dead-end street," Dean said.

"And you think you know better than my father? One unimportant little man. What makes you think you get to choose?" he said, advancing towards them.

Addy stepped in front of Dean, "Because everyone should get to choose what they do with they're one unimportant little life you dick."

Michael smirked, "Lilith never liked to admit she was wrong either."

"Well guess what ass hat," she said with narrowed eyes, "I'm not Lilith and I'm not wrong."

"You are wrong," he said, "Want to know how I know?"

"Dean, think of a million random acts of chance that let John and Mary be born, to meet, to fall in love, to have the two of you," he said and then looked back to Addy, "Do you really think it's chance that you, Lucifer's queen, met and fell in love with his vessel. Do you really think that was meant to be on its own? We made you and Sam happen. We needed it to happen."

"I fell in love with Sam for the sake of your stupid plan?" she asked, barely above a whisper.

"I was necessary, Adriana. We needed you to have some sort of connection to the Winchesters and since Dean was going to hell, Sam was the next best choice."

"You son of a bitch," Dean growled, "Sam nearly destroyed her!"

"And? Think of the million random choices that you make, and yet how each and every one of them brings you closer to your destiny. Do you know why that is? Because it's not random. It's not chance. It's a plan that is playing itself out perfectly."

Dean goes for her hand and grips it tight as Michael says, "Free will's an illusion, Dean. That's why you're going to say yes. Oh, buck up. It could be worse. You know, unlike my brothers, I won't leave you a drooling mess when I'm done wearing you."

"Well, what about my dad?" Dean asked.

"Better than new. In fact, I'm gonna do your mom and your dad a favor," he said with an almost cruel smile, "Scrub their minds. They won't remember me or you."

"You can't do that," Dean said angrily.

"I'm just giving your mother what she wants. She can go back to her husband, her family-"

"She'll walk right into that nursery!" Addy yelled at him, "She'll die!"

"Obviously," he said nonchalantly, "And you always knew that was going to play out one way or another. You can't fight City Hall."

Michael goes over the Sam and puts a hand to his shoulder. He disappears and the pipe clangs to the floor as he walks back to them.

"He's home. Safe and sound. Your turn," he stands in front of Dean and pressed two fingers to his forehead, "I'll see you soon, Dean."

It's just Michael and Addy now and she takes a step back from him.

"Don't fear me," he said gently.

"You're trying to ruin the lives of people I love," she whispered, "I don't fear you. I hate you."

He shrugged with a sigh, "Expected, but may I offer you a piece of advice."

She scoffed, "I'd say no but I don't have much of a choice."

"Waste no time with, Dean," he said and then put his hand on her shoulder, "His time is lessening."

She closed and then opened her eyes to see she was in the motel room they'd left what felt like an eternity ago.

"Addy."

She turned to see Sam and Dean. She went for Sam and gripped him tight, "I thought we lost you."

"I'm here," he said, holding her as well, "I'm alive."

SUPERNATURAL

Addy gently wipes Cas's brow with a wet cloth as she sits on the bed near him. The angel was extremely exhausted from his journey.

"Well...this is it," Dean says from the table across from Sam, both of them drinking whiskey.

"This is what?" Addy asked, standing up and wiping her hands.

"Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, Sabrina the wacked out witch and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome," he said, taking a sip from his cup.

Addy froze, staring at him.

"It's not funny," Sam said with a straight face.

"I'm not laughing," Dean said with a shrug.

"They all say we'll say yes," Sam said as Addy sat down as well, taking the bottle.

"I know. It's getting annoying," Dean said and she met his eyes.

"What if they're right?" Sam asked.

"Than we'd all be long gone. Dean as Michael, you as Lucifer, me as his bitch" Addy said simply, "And since we're none of those things I have to conclude that they're wrong."

"I've been weak before," Sam said sadly.

"Everyone's been weak before, Sasquatch," she says, taking a sip of her drink, "Doesn't mean you break."

"Michael got Dad to say yes," he said to Dean.

"That was different. Anna was about to kill Mom," Dean replied.

"And if you could save Mom...what would you say?" Sam asked his brother and then he glanced at her, "What if you could save Addy?"

SUPERNATURAL

Addy lay in the bed in her own motel room, wide awake even though she had laid down to get sleep hours before. She sighed and turned on the light, sitting up with her knees to her chin. She had to know if she was ever going to get some sleep.

She reached for her phone and typed in the three small words to Dean, "I need you."

It was less than five minutes later he was using his extra key she gave him to unlock her door. He closed it behind him and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Would you say yes if it meant you could save me?" she asked with a beating heart.

"Would you want me to?"

"Never."

"Than I won't."

She scooted over to make room for him, "Come here."

He laid on his side, looking down at her as he supported his head on his arm. She lay on her back, looking up at him.

"I'm sorry we couldn't save them," she said, reaching up and stroking the side of his cheek.

He leaned into her touch, "It was a long shot."

"It's not fair," she whispered, "All that's happened to you two. You both deserve better."

"Tell that to destiny," he whispered back.

"Since when has destiny ever been on your radar," she said with a smirk.

"Since it led me to you," he answered and he watched as she a small gasp left her lips," Everything else sucks but you…you're it for me. If I have nothing else but you in the end, I'd have everything."

She let out a short breath she didn't know she'd been holding, "You should be the next Shakespeare."

"Oh shut up," he said with a smile and she laughed along with him. His face turned serious again, "I can't wait for the day you say it."

She looks up at him with wide eyes, "Why?"

"Because then I won't have to just dream about being in bed with you, but not sleeping if you catch my drift," he said with mischievous eyes and she bit her lip to keep from smiling.

"I never thought I'd see Dean Winchester holding out," she said.

"Me neither," he said and pulled her closer to him, "but when you finally do say it. I'm making sure you know exactly what you've been missing."

"And what exactly have I been missing?" she dared ask.

"Me and you," he whispered to her, brushing the hair that somehow always slipped onto her face, "All. Night. Long."

"If I said it right now…"

"No," he said with a sigh, "Because I know you're not ready."

She knew he was right, "So what? Let's make every moment count."

"We will, but when you're ready." he continued, his hand traveling down her waist to rest on her thigh, "You don't know how much you affect me."

"Then tell me," she said, anything to keep their mind off the day's events.

He rolled on top of her, intertwined their hands and then pinned her down with a gentle grip as he stared into her eyes, "Sometimes I look at you and I think you're so beautiful it hurts. Other times all I can think about is what it'd be like to have you under me, begging me to go faster and calling my name when I make you come. I can't tell you how many times I've driven myself crazy trying not to rip off your clothes and kiss every inch of your perfect little body."

Her heart beat faster at his words.

He leaned down and whispered to her, "When I finally get you all to myself I will take my sweet time making sure you and anyone else who can hear your screams knows just how much I love you, Adriana Turner."

She takes a breath that quivers as it leaves her lips as he rest his forehead against hers and she said, "I'm falling for you…hard…and it scares me."

"You don't have to be scared because when you finally hit the ground…I'll catch you," he said and she smiled, "Damn, I'm smooth."

She laughed and he let her go, rolling back beside her.

"Stay for a little bit," she asked.

"Can't think of anywhere better."

When she dozed off in his arms that's when he had to face the reality. Something wasn't right with him. Today, something got broken. He knew it because even with Addy here in his arms he didn't feel any better.