Hey guys! Thank you so much for waiting. The Hiatus is finally over, and I think you'll enjoy this chapter. I should be uploading regular updates again.

Without further ado, here's the chapter!

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After I got out of the hospital, we went back to the motel, where we grabbed our stuff and cleaned up a bit.

And after that, we headed back to the Impala.

Dean opened the door, and Sam idly tossed a duffle inside.

"Look, we aren't gonna save everyone," Sam told his brother.

Dean sighed, "I know."

"Sam, Dean, Rebecca," a voice greeted.

I turned my head towards the sound. It was Andrea and Lucas, this made me smile.

"Hey," Dean greeted with a smile.

"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road. Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself." She smiled, before turning to face me.

"Rebecca, I can't thank you enough," She said seriously. "You saved my son's life, and I'll always be grateful." She kissed me on the cheek.

I grinned bashfully back at her. "Of course. It's just what we do. I'd hug you, but…" I looked down at my shirt where my bandages were. "… Yeah. Sorry."

Lucas chose this moment to interrupt, "Can I give it to them now?"

Andrea nodded, "Of course." She smiled and kissed his head.

"Come on Lucas, "Dean said, "Let's load this into the car."

They went towards the car. Sam and I stayed with Andrea.

Sam sighed, "I'm sorry."

She shook her head before saying, "You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas." She sighed angrily, "I just can't believe he'd do something like this! I mean, seriously! Murdering a child?"

I frowned. It seemed like this was something that I'd changed. Instead of accepting, she's angry… Not that it isn't justified.

Dean finished putting the Sandwiches away and turned to Lucas. "All right, if you're going to be talking now, this is a very important phrase," he instructed seriously. "So I want you to repeat it one more time."

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas exclaimed happily.

"That's right. Up high!"

Lucas grinned and returned the high five.

I smiled wistfully at the sight. "Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm going to like it here."

"Why?" he asked. "I thought you said it was full of pain and suffering."

"Yeah, I did, but that's what life is, isn't it?" I mused. "I know you're hurting right now, but I promise we'll take down Azazel."

He frowned, "Azazel?"

"That's his name. That's the name of the yellow eyed demon."

In the corner of my eye, I saw Andrea kiss Dean.

I had to hold back an "Aaaawww!"

"Looks like it's about time to go," I commented.

I was, of course, right. Dean seemed to think for a minute, before scratching his head and going 'round the car.

"Sam! Becca! Move your asses. We're going to run to daylight before we hit the road."

Dean got in the car, and Sam followed. I tried to as well, but a jolt of pain shot through me and almost knocked me on my butt.

I cursed loudly and tried to steady myself.

"Uh…" I started, "Guys? I think I need help." I told them, "It's my stupid side."

"Oh," Dean muttered, "Right."

He shook his head and climbed out of the car. He proceeded to come around to my side and help me.

"Here," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist, trying to stay clear of my damaged ribs.

"Thanks," I told him.

Dean shrugged, and opened my door.

After a moment's hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him in a weak hug. "Here's the hug I promised you."

He just chuckled.

With his help, I finally managed to get in, but my side was killing me.

Dean went back to his door and got in. He started the car, and "Movin' on," played through the speakers.

And with that, we drove off into the horizon, and I decided to write an entry in my journal.

September 27, 2005 (regrettably),

Today was a bit of a drag. I broke two ribs on a hunt, and I was in the hospital for three days.

I had to practically beg the doctor to let me out early. Of course, my reasoning was that I was a CNA and that I could handle it. So yeah, eventually he gave in and let me walk.

The hospital supplied me with a rib brace, and a prescription for painkillers in the name of the fake ID I gave them. The name was "Ashley Parker" and it had a ring to it. I'm thinking of having it be my main alias.

… Anyway, surprisingly, the hunt went well. I saved Lucas.

But the reason that's surprising was that I just about died. Literally. The ghost wasn't satisfied, as he was in the show. He still went after Lucas, and I instinctively ran after him, trying to prevent him from falling in. I did… but I fell in instead. The ghost grabbed me and started to try to drown me. He almost succeeded, but as I was losing consciousness, I saw a light.

It wasn't a "Don't go towards the light!" kind of light, it was… Energy. The light radiated power and it made my whole body tingle, and then the thing holding me went totally limp. Then everything went dark.

I believe it was an angel. That's what I've always thought a smiting would be like. Maybe I just felt some kind of residual energy from the metaphorical blast…

It felt like I got electrocuted.

I could be wrong about the angel thing, but I really hope I'm not. Angels, I can handle. Angels, I can kill. But if it's not an angel then I need to figure out what it was, how to protect myself from it, and how to kill it.

I'd like to drone on some more, but my Vicodin is kicking in, and I'm tired.

After stopping here and there, we made our way to Bobby's, where we stayed for several days.

Then they found the phantom traveler case, and it was decided that I couldn't go. They left without me. Needless to say, I was not happy about it.

But I knew they were right of course. I knew being on the plane while it fell wouldn't exactly be good for my ribs. Not that they even knew they'd be getting on the plane…

So there I lay on Bobby's couch, bored of my damn mind.

"I'm bored!" I shouted melodramatically. "What time is it?"

"Five minutes later than the last time you asked," Bobby grumbled from the kitchen.

I groaned, "Why couldn't they take me on the hunt with them?"

"Because, you dunce, you can't go on a hunt with two broken ribs." That was his retort.

"I know," I replied. "I'm not saying I'd get on the plane."

"Then why do you even want to go?"

"Because it's the Winchesters. I admit it, I'm a fandom nerd." I admitted.

Bobby snorted. "You're something alright."

"I know."

I laughed. But that caused a bolt of pain to shoot through my left side. Damn ribs!

"I need an ACE bandage," I muttered under my breath.

The doctor had told me not to wrap them like that because it would restrict my chest, so it would make it harder to breathe, increasing the risk of getting pneumonia.

I hadn't taken his advice. I've worn it several times so far. Though I didn't have it on right now, I used it when the pain was bad… Although the meds helped a lot.

I sighed and tried to breathe deeply, even though it caused me pain. Breathing is kind of important.

In the kitchen, I heard Bobby mixing something. I just had to ask, "What are you making.

He responded gruffly. "Just mixin' up some ingredients for a spell for a fellow hunting buddy."

"Oh. What kind?" I wondered.

"Just a protection spell," he told me.

"Hah, maybe I need some of that," I smiled. "Since I can't seem to stay out of trouble."

"That's your own fault," Bobby chuckled.

"Still, I think one should have as much protection as possible if they're around the Winchesters," I mused. "Those boys are walking danger magnets.

"What do ya mean?"

I snorted. "You'll see. Where there's trouble, there's probably Winchesters involved." I paused before continuing, "Kinda like the golden trio from Harry Potter. It's basically murphy's law."

I frowned trying to think of another metaphor, or analogy that fit. Occam's razor? Nah…

"Have you read Harry Potter?" I asked.

"Nope."

"Hmm, you should…" I paused. "Please tell me they have the Harry Potter series here…?"

"They do," Bobby confirmed.

'Thank God.'

After that our conversation kind of trailed off. I was about to say something when my phone vibrated, informing me that I had a text.

I grabbed it out of my pocket and examined it. It was from me, and it was simple.

'You should continue reading the PDF, but only read the next section. No more than that.'

I nodded and opened the PDF and started reading.

"CHUCK"

I frowned, 'why is Chuck in all caps?''

"It would be a good idea to find the contact information of Chuck Shurley. We both know who he is. Since this PDF is not as protected as it should be yet, I won't say anything more about that. The point is, it'll come in handy.

Oh, and you should re-watch season one. You never know what you might miss. ;).

P.S. Read the next chapter right before, or during the events of episode 6. Just don't wait until after."

I felt like that was a good idea. I typed his pen name into Google and scrolled through the results, silently cursing the internet for being so slow.

There weren't too many results, but that didn't surprise me. We were extremely early on in the show; therefore there weren't too many books out yet. There were two, to be exact.

But I managed to find his website. All it had in the way of contact information was a phone number to the publishing company and his email. I decided this was better than nothing, and saved it to a new contact with his name on it.

I then noticed out of the corner of my eye that Bobby had walked into the living room. "By the way, what're we gonna do 'bout that phone of yours?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, encrypt it? I know I need a better password protection method." I thought about it before saying, "I have a few ideas, though."

"I have a person who could help," Bobby told me.

"Oh, you mean Frank?" I asked.

"Yup."

"Hmm, good guy," I mused. "A little paranoid, but a good guy. He tells it like it is."

"That's freaky how you seem to know about everyone," Bobby told me.

I raised my hands in mock defense. "Hey, it's a really long show."

"How long?"

"Well, before I came here? Ten seasons and counting." I shrugged. 'I wonder how much farther they've gotten,' I thought.

"Wow." He gave a low whistle.

I laughed, "Yup, I pretty much have dirt on everyone."

He snorted, "Remind me never to piss you off.

I chuckled before asking, "So when could we go? Any idea where he is"

"We could go right now if you really wanted too. He's set up camp in the next state over," Bobby said. "So if we haul ass, it's about a 4-hour drive."

"Hmm… so you'll let me travel with you, but you won't let me fly?" I teased.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Do you want me to answer that?"

"Hah, not particularly. And yeah, I'll go. Just let me grab my brace and some naproxen."

"Why not the stuff the doctor gave you?" he asked.

"Because Vicodin makes me hazy, and I'd rather be sober for this," I told him.

He nodded, "Fine with me…"

I was about to say something when my phone started blasting "Hey Jude".

"S up hombre?" I greeted as I answered. "Miss me yet?"

Dean scoffed before saying good-naturedly, "Course not. It's so much quieter here without you."

"Yeah, Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes. "You're calling me about the case, aren't you?" I asked knowingly.

"Hah, does it show?" he asked.

Nah, I'm just smart like that." I smiled, "Put me on speaker."

"Why?"

"Tell them I said hi," Bobby told me.

I nodded at him, before continuing the conversation.

"So I can burp my ABCs," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why do you think? Because I know Sam is with you, and it would be nice if I could talk to you both."

"Whatever, just a sec." There was a shuffling noise before Dean said, "Okay, you're on speaker phone."

"Okay great," I said. "Hey Gigantor, so what's the problem?"

"We think it's a demon," Sam told me.

"Yeah, I know."

I had a feeling they'd stick to the script.

"So every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demon possession, right?"

Yep, I totally called it.

"I mean, Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it."

"Mh-hm."

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this," said Dean.

"What're they saying?" Bobby asked me as they continued talking.

"They're arguing about whether or not it's a demon," I told him, taking the phone away from my ear.

"Huh?"

I put my ear back to the phone and said, "Nothing guys, I was just talking to Bobby."

"Oh. Anyways, Alright, so what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and learned to ratchet up the body count?" I could just see Dean frowning.

"Of course they evolved," I told them cutting off what Sam was going to say. "Do you even know what a demon is?" I asked.

"An evil son of a bitch."

"Yes, that's true… But a demon is a human that went to hell and got their humanity burned out of them. They are humans without the humanity, so of course they can change with the times." I informed. "Get with the program.

There was a silence like they were pondering what I'd said.

"…So is it a demon or not?" Dean asked after a while, breaking the silence.

I huffed, "Yeah. It's a demon," I confirmed. "Is that all you needed?"

"Yeah, thanks, Rebecca," Sam said.

"You're welcome my Sasquatch friend. May your fur be fabulous, and your salads be tasty," I joked. "Btw, Bobby says hi."

Dean laughed, and I could just see Sam's bitchface. "Tell him hi back."

"Will do. Bye dorks."

With that, I hung up. "They said hi."

I looked over. Bobby was chuckling, "you're really something aren't you?"

I shrugged, smiling slightly.