my grandpa just died this
past week and it has been really hard getting my thoughts together
for this last chapter. i'm sorry its so late but there it is. i hope
you like it, its the last episode of season 2. enjoy :D
Chapter 62: All Hell Breaks Loose 2 Part 2
My phone vibrated against the wooden nightstand. I finally had to turn off the Led Zeppelin ringtone that Dean had put on there. Hearing When the Levee Breaks ring over and over when the phone rang was starting to drive me crazy. Like the guy hearing the heartbeat in the Tall Tell Heart. At first the phone calls hadn't been that insistent. Maybe two within the hour and it was always the same person and always the same message.
Andy? Where the hell are you? Please call me back if you can. I need to know if you're okay. He was always so frantic, like he was pacing or driving the Impala incredibly too fast. If Riley is okay. Our room is a mess, I found your coin, I want to think that…that you left on your own. But…but I swear to God if some son of a bitch took you, I hope they're listening. His voice drew dark and hard, I'd never heard so much venom and anger in his voice before. Because I will hunt them down and skin them the fuck alive.
After a day or so, I think Dean came to the conclusion that I had left by my own free will. And for a certain reason. Kidnappers had a certain pattern, demons and humans alike. If I would have gotten kidnapped they would have made contact with Dean and Sam, somehow, someway. Even though humans and demons were completely different with how they handled things, we still knew how to follow their patterns. After a day, Dean knew I hadn't been kidnapped. I had lived with him and Sam all my life. I knew how they worked. So either Dean thought I left on my own or that I was…dead. And I knew there was probably a 90 percent chance that Dean would never accept that, or admit it. So option 'leaving without warning' seemed like the only answer that he could be thinking of.
Then came a series of messages from both Dean and Sam. The first one was from Sam.
Hey, Andy, it's Sam. I uh, just wanted to know if you're okay. I don't really understand what's going on, I mean, Dean won't tell me anything. Unless, well, unless he has no idea why you left either. I remembered I literally laughed when I heard that. Look whatever bone headed thing he did; it's not worth running away. Dean hasn't slept one wink since you left. Apparently this was the Dean Winchester charity case call. Just give him a call or leave me a message on my phone if you don't want to talk to him. Just…please let us know you're okay.
When Dean realized I wasn't even going to answer Sam, the person I had missed for three days and wasn't even mad at, he called himself. Again I didn't answer, so used to the one-sided voicemail tag.
You know, don't you?
It was amazing what Dean could put together about me without me even saying anything. So now he knew why I left. But I didn't even get an apology for it. No Andy I'm sorry, I was wrong to make that deal. Nothing even close to that. It took me at least two days to realize, that he wasn't saying sorry because he wasn't sorry! He didn't regret the deal at all. What did he have to be sorry for? His precious Sam was back in action. I felt like my chest was swallowing my heart. Now, I knew that was a little harsh. I loved Sam too. Just as much as Dean did. And I had missed him with every fiber of my being and wished that there had been some way and some how that he could have come back. But I didn't want this. I didn't want a deal to be made; I didn't want Dean to pay the price.
I think after he left that message, he really knew I wasn't calling back. Because that was the reason and he knew it. I was angry, fuck; no I was livid with him. I understand wanting to go to extreme measures to save Sam, to somehow bring him back. But being a little bitch and following in his father's footsteps was out of the question. Especially when it had to do with demon deals. You just don't pull that kind of shit. I don't care how desperate you are or how dire the situation may seem.
We would have found a way to bring Sam back. A faith healer, a voodoo priestess, a spell, a curse, fuck anything in our long line of work would have brought Sam back. Would have gave him a pulse. I felt tears pour down my cheeks. Anything would be better then leaving my child fatherless. Like I was.
I looked at my cell phone and couldn't bare to touch the little plastic object. Like somehow it would burn my skin. I sniffled and took a tissue and sat up and blew my nose. I threw the tissue across the room and it bounced off the trashcan, landing with some others. I glanced at the phone again and seriously considered taking the battery out before he called again. I licked my lower lip. I'd listen to one more message and then I'd turn it off.
I picked up the cell and gently opened it, like it had teeth and was ready to snap at my cheek. The screen lit up and let me know I had one missed call and one new voicemail from Dean. I pressed the center button and brought the phone to my ear.
Andy, its um, its Dean. He cleared his throat and was speaking slower then he usually did, even though I'm sure he knew by now how much exact time he had before my voicemail recorder cut him off. I know, I know what I did was wrong in your eyes. And I'm sorry that you think that. I'm sorry you're angry. He cleared his throat again. If he was apologizing, he was really horrible at it. I'm uh, he chuckled wetly. It was then I knew he had been crying. Or was crying as he spoke. It was hard to tell over the phone. I guess I'm sorry for a lot of things actually. I listened carefully to his voice. I'd heard him like this before. It reminded me a lot of the time had called his father and was telling him Sam and him were in Lawrence and were solving a sprit problem at their old house. Will you please, please just call me? I don't care if you yell or scream or…say whatever you have to say to me. Please just call me, I need to know that you're alive. That Riley is okay. I know, I have no right to ask you to do anything. But I do l—
The cut of the message nearly deafened my ear. End of message. If you'd like to delete message, press seven. If you'd like to save the message press eight. I pressed a button. Message deleted. End of messages.
I sighed and closed the phone, turning it off. I heard footsteps towards my door and I set my phone down as my bedroom door opened.
"Hey, I made some lunch. Those little roast beef sandwiches you like."
I smiled. "Thanks Jo, be down in a minute."
She nodded and curled her hair around her ear. "No problem."
She closed the door and I heard her head back downstairs. I sighed and looked at my phone. Who knew that Jo Harvelle would be the person I went to when I had nowhere else to go.
"Thank you again for this, Jo." I took a bite of the sandwich and moaned softly. "And this is divine."
She laughed and sat next to me. "Well, I'm glad someone likes the food I make. And seriously, don't thank me again. I wasn't going to turn you away." I nodded and sat back in the chair a little. "So," God, I knew this was coming. She hadn't asked in nearly an hour. "Have you talked to him yet?"
"No, and I don't plan on it." I nearly snapped.
Jo nodded, seeming to understand and she let the topic drop. Or well, for five minutes any way. "Still leaving you messages?" I took a bite of the sandwich to avoid answering. And it wasn't like I could just yell at her, tell her to back off, tell her it was none of her fucking business. I was staying in her apartment above the bar she was working at. She was doing me the favor.
I nodded and took a bite of my sandwich. I stared at the glass of milk in front of me. It was the first time in a very long time that I wish I wasn't pregnant. I wanted a beer. Actually, I wanted four. Or ten. It was amazing to me how numb I wanted to be.
She sipped her beer and I watched her swallow. Imagined the cool burn as the beer slid down her throat, the alcohol rushing through her veins promoting calmness, the slight numb pitch attached to her pores. I looked down at the milk and felt like throwing it.
"How many a day?"
Let it fucking go. "At least two."
"And…aren't you ever going to call him back?" She finished her sandwich and set her crumpled napkin onto the plate. "I'm sure he's worried sick about you."
I ran a hand over my face and I felt Riley shift inside me. She missed Dean. She was so rowdy at night without him near me. I barely got any sleep with all the kidney and bladder jerks all night. I almost felt like holding my cell phone to my stomach and replaying the millions of messages Dean had left just so she'd settle down.
I pushed the plate away and looked up at the petite blonde. I was finally getting used to this comfortable casual wear she downed when she wasn't working. Before this I had never seen her without jeans and a nice blouse or a tank. She was in small comfortable shirts and a t-shirt that said, 'Miller's Beer' on it. Her hair was curled into a big clip and some small strands framed her face. She was pretty, when her annoying mouth wasn't getting in the way, I gave her that.
"Look Jo, I know you're just trying to be a good friend, a real nosey one," She rolled her eyes. "But a good one. And I really appreciate you taking me in and everything but…I just can't call him okay? I," I shook my head and forced the urge to cry away. "I can't."
She nodded. "Okay, you can't. But why? I don't understand, Andy. Dean…he's the love of your life. Why can't you talk to him? What happened?"
I licked my lips. I kind of felt like this information was being forced out of me. Like water out of a sponge when you squeeze it. If I didn't tell her, she'd keep asking. And then I would have to find another place to stay because I had a short temper with anyone right now and I'd probably end up smacking her.
"Sam…got hurt." Too vague, knew it the moment I said it.
She swallowed. "Bad?"
I looked up at her. "Sam died."
Her mouth dropped open and I watched as she got up from the table and hooked her arms around my shoulders. "Oh god." She hugged me. "I'm so sorry."
I sighed and patted her back. She sat back down in her chair after a few moments. "Don't be. He's alive now."
It was like her face re-started, I swear to God. One moment she was sober and upset, on the verge of damn near getting me a beer but then it was like her features froze and then loaded again. She no had a small smile on her face and her eyes weren't starting to fill with tears. Her voice was an octave higher and I felt like covering my ears. God, how did I become so irritated with this girl. It must have been my lack of sleep.
"Well, I don't understand. Shouldn't you be thrilled? I mean…"
"I was." I interrupted her. Thrilled didn't seem like the right word. "I was relieved."
"And you aren't still now?" She asked. Was that skepticism? Why aren't you celebrating? Or well, at least taking a break. Hanging out and relaxing."
I looked down a little. God I couldn't even say it. My mouth refused to form the letters. Dean was dying. Dean was dying because of Sam. It was harsh and I felt horrible for blaming Sam but I did. Deep down I blamed Sam Winchester. Not Yellow Eyes or Oliver. Sam. Sam because Dean loved him so goddamn much that he was willing to throw away his family with me for him. I was being selfish, I knew this. But my little family was already falling apart, it hadn't even had a chance yet. It wasn't fair. But apparently Sam dead wasn't fair either.
"Do you know how John died?" I asked suddenly.
She seemed like she was taken back by the question, probably because she was waiting for an answer instead.
"Uhm, my mom told me he had had a heart attack."
I nodded slowly. "Right."
I bit my tongue a little, stopping myself from speaking. Dean and Sam had told everyone, other than Bobby, that John had died from a heart attack. Which was partly true to any outside viewer and doctor. John seemed to have a heart attack and that's what led to his death. But only Dean, Sam and I knew what really caused his healthy heart to fail. Yellow Eyes. All because John had made a fucking deal to save Dean's life. But its not like I could even begin to be angry about that decision. Dean was alive and it had given us the chance to conceive Riley. But he was basically throwing that all away wasn't he? John had died for nothing.
The more I thought about it, the more of a damn hypocrite I became. I seemed to only hate deals when they didn't effect me in some way.
I looked up at Jo. Was I betraying the Winchesters by telling her the truth? "Is that all there is to it?" She asked softly. I think she knew there was more to it just because I brought it up.
"He did die from a heart attack. But you know in our line of work…things aren't always as they seem."
She nodded slowly. "So…what really happened then?"
"John made a deal with a demon right before his heart attack."
I nodded. "Demon caused the heart attack. It was after that car crash and Dean…he wasn't doing well. He was probably going to die." I looked up at her. "Actually, it had happened a few weeks before we first met you."
Jo looked at me and our eyes met. I could see the small pieces click in her brain behind her eyes. "So John made a deal. His life for Dean's."
"Yes." One simple word and I could tell she knew where I was going with this.
Her eyes widened a little. "Dean…"
Depressive. Angier, hurt. "Yes."
"How could he do that?!" Her shrill yelling made my ears hurt. It vaguely sounded like a dog getting hit by a car. "What about you and Riley?"
I licked my lower lip. It seriously hurt to even consider that Dean hadn't even thought about me or his daughter. I couldn't even think to mention that.
"I don't know Jo." I said softly. "All I can say is that he obviously wasn't thinking about us while he was making that deal." I ran a hand over my stomach and Riley kicked my hand. "Otherwise he wouldn't have made it."
"Do you, I mean, do you understand why he did it?" She asked meekly.
My eyes nearly widened. It was amazing how fast she could switch point of views like that. I barely had time to blink. "No, I don't." I answered. Short and to the point.
"He couldn't live without Sam." Did she think she was doing me a favor or something by explaining something to me that I already knew? Did she think I was slow and did not understand why the fuck Dean would even consider a crossroads? Yes. I understood.
"I get it Jo." I said calmly. More calmly then I should have had to act.
"Wouldn't you want him to do it for you? Or for Riley…?"
This glass in front of me wasn't going to end up against a wall. It was going to end up against her thick head. "No; never. I'd never ever want him or Sam or anyone to sacrifice like that. Ever. Paying one life for another doesn't make anything right. It doesn't fix anything."
Jo looked up at me as I stood. "I'd give anything to have my dad back."
I shook my head. She looked like a child. A seven-year-old girl who missed her daddy; who didn't understand death was permanent. Actually, I think it was hard to believe that no matter what age you were. "Be careful Jo. Demon's can hear. And they love to jump at willing deals."
I sighed softly as the doorbell rang. No better way to break the tension then someone at the door. Well, maybe all the tension was still there but at least the silence was gone.
"I'll get that." She mentioned softly and rose from the table.
I watched her move to the front door. I knew by the way she was walking that I had hurt her feelings. Frankly, I didn't give a shit. She was young and naïve and had less experience then any hunter I knew. She didn't know what she was saying. She couldn't have understood. She couldn't of until she had experienced it. And I wished that she never would.
She opened the door. "Oh, boy." She said softly. "Are you in trouble." I scrunched my eyebrows at her words and slowly rose from the chair.
"Hello to you too, Jo."
I froze at that voice. It sounded so much different then I had been hearing it the last few days. Same tone but less cell phony. It didn't go in and out and wasn't covered in static at some points. It didn't sound like he was going in a tunnel or through the trees. He sounded clear. So damn clear I swear I could touch him from where I was standing.
I leaned against the wall, right near the doorframe. If I peeked past the corner I could see the front door and him and…then I wasn't sure if I'd be able to remain upright or not. And if I turned and he saw me, he would come at me so fast my head would spin. Also exceeding in not remaining upright. Therefore, staying right where I was and listening had its valid points.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"You know why. I know she's here." Dean said calmly. Surprisingly calm. Had he had some type of sedative or something?
"Who's here? Dean, are you alright?" I felt like with the way she asked she had put a hand on his arm.
"Stop it. Alright?" And he had shook her off. "I'm tired, fed up and worried to the point where my knees are always shaking. I know she's here so stop treating me like a moron, Jo."
I could tell she was biting her lip, not really knowing what to do. God, it was at this point where I wished I wasn't pregnant. I could run upstairs grab my things and make it out the back. But I'd have to leave empty handed and then come back later tonight when Dean was gone. But if he found my stuff he wouldn't leave and then I'd have to come back eventually. Fucking fuck.
"How did you even find her?" She asked, a little intimidated. Yeah, I could see that. Dean was tired and angry. A force not great to confront and piss off. I knew what she was doing though, she was buying me time.
Dean sighed and I could tell he was rubbing the back of his neck. "You know those police trackers that go on the cars? Well I keep them in our duffel." God, fucking dumb blonde moment Andy. You knew he kept them there. How could you forget that? "I was hoping she'd come back on her own but…I just turned them on yesterday. So," Darker, more threatening. I backed up like Jo was about to. "Get out of my way, please."
I made my way out the back door and tried shuffling as fast as I could. I saw the Impala in the parking lot. God, I had half a mind to hotwire and steal it. Sam didn't look like he was in the car, it was possible. Cept I'd probably never get there in time. Not if Dean ran towards me.
I just kept going forward, regardless of where I was going. As long as I could get across the street and hide in the diner. Then I could come back when he was gone. Or…or something. God anything that involved not seeing him. I couldn't believe I was avoiding Dean. It all seemed too surreal. He was the same person that I had found so much comfort in. That I went to when I was upset and needed to feel safe. And now I was running from him. Everything was so fucked up.
I stopped out of instinct. He was so angry. But then I remembered. So was I. The anger that had been building up inside me for the past three days spread through me like a wildfire. I quickly regained my footing and started walking again.
"No." I muttered. He probably couldn't even hear me.
"Where are you going? I could catch up to you in two strides for Christ's sake." I ignored him and kept walking. "You can't just keep running away like this. You're nine months pregnant, Andy. Stay here or come with me, I don't care, but stop walking."
He really had the nerve to say stop running to me. Because wasn't that what he was basically doing? Running away from responsibility and the burdens of life?
He did catch up to me, like he said he could, and grabbed my arm. I violently turned around and shook him off, like hot coals were clinging to my skin. "Don't fucking touch me." I spat, venom clear and leaking from my mouth.
Dean backed up a little, respectively. It surprised me really. "Okay." He nodded softly.
Anger boiled underneath my skin, like hell underneath our feet. "You have no right, Dean. No fucking right to tell me what to do. Its just like you said, you don't care. I can go wherever the hell I want!"
Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. It kind of reminded me of the old fights we had. When they were less violent and angry. When Dean thought I'd go into labor from a few yells and swear words. But we weren't like that any more. And we wouldn't be ever again.
"Don't take my words out of context! Of course I care about you."
I laughed, angry and harsh and I swear on the verge of hysteria. "Oh, you care? You care, Dean?" He frowned softly and I couldn't believe he couldn't see where my doubt was coming from. "Get the hell away from me. You don't give a shit about me, or Riley."
He got closer and for some reason my feet didn't move. "Don't you do that!" I was amazed at the self-righteousness of his voice. "I just spent three fucking days looking for you. Do you know how worried I was about you and Riley?"
"Yeah," I spat again. "I heard the voicemails."
He shook his head. "You took off, you didn't leave a note, and you didn't call back. I thought you were dead." At that moment, it was fleeting and never came to me again, I kind of wished I was. It'd be better then the alternative right now.
"Yeah, well," I threw my hands up. "That seems to be the general idea these days. Just lay down a deal and fucking die. I understand why John did what he did. It took me a whole year to work through it and accept it, but I understand. He was your father; it was an obligation to his son…"
"I had an obligation to—"
I screamed over him as the words spilled from my mouth. I could feel my face get hot and veins start to poke out from the rush of blood and frustration. The cold air spun through the parking lot, making me shiver. "But you," I pushed his chest and he stumbled back a step, more from being surprised then from my strength. "Didn't need to!"
"The hell I didn't! He's my brother, Andy. I was supposed to look after him. I could just sit there and let him rot away. I couldn't." I heard that familiar pull in his voice from his throat being choked up. For some reason it just made me all the more angrier.
"So you fixed it so that you were rotting instead?" I scoffed and turned around, starting to walk again. "That's balanced."
I heard steps behind me and all of a sudden he was in front of me again, his hands nearly against my shoulders to halt me. "Stop walking away."
"Get out of my way." I tried going around him at least twice but he moved to block me both times.
"I…I want you, I need you to understand. Please." He was begging me? He wasn't getting anything from me. Not anymore.
"I do understand, Dean. You couldn't live without your brother. Your dad gave you a job to protect him and you failed." His face twitched a little. "So you had to fix it. I understand. But do you understand that you didn't fix anything?" I shook my head, burning tears filling my eyes. "Now we have to live with you dead. And Riley has to grow up without a father." Just like me. My lungs started filling up with air, faster and faster as I breathed. But it felt like I was suffocating. "And…and I'll never forgive you for that."
I turned to go back into the Jo's, thinking he wouldn't follow me this time. But he tried. God damnit, couldn't he leave well enough alone?
"Andy…" He tried to take my hand and all that anger that had been simmering for three days exploded.
I wailed back around and threw a fist and it collided across Dean's face. I turned around to look at him, panting softly. He had stumbled back a little and a small cut was seeping some blood on his lower lip. I felt my legs give out and I collapsed to the ground. My knees twisted in ways they shouldn't have and I held the underside of my stomach as Riley shifted on her own accord. Like she had fallen too. My chest buckled and my throat burned with tears. It almost felt like it was closing. Sobs suddenly poured from my mouth and I couldn't stop them even if I tried.
I didn't know where Dean was or if he was even still here, my eyes were so blurred with tears that finally I just closed them instead of looking for him. But after a few moments I knew. I felt his hand on my thigh as he kneeled down and I didn't have the strength to push him away. I opened my eyes to look at him and he pulled me into his arms as his eyes looked into mine. I couldn't fight him even though I should have. I was tired and was wailing so hard my ribs hurt. And he was warm and smelled like that cinnamon I had missed for three days.
I went against my better judgment and scooted closer, wrapping my arms around his back. I clutched his button down and his arms drew tighter around my frame as he started to rock me.
"So…" I slowly looked at Dean as he drove. "You ever going to say more than two words to me?"
I nearly scoffed. God it was like three years ago when Sam had left for college. "Where are we going?"
Dean's mouth opened slightly. "Wow, four. I'm on a roll."
I rolled my eyes and grit my teeth. "What the fuck do you want me to say?"
"Language! Riley can hear you, you know." Dean's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. The question of Dean really giving a shit about Riley popped up in my mind again. "You want to teach our daughter swear words when she's not even out of the womb yet?"
I couldn't tell if he was honestly angry. But I didn't care nonetheless. "I don't know. You want to teach our daughter what death is when she's not even out of the womb yet?" I snapped. He swallowed thickly, looking back at the road. Amazingly quiet. Had I said just the right thing; hit just the right nerve?
I ran a hand through my hair, looking out the window at the trees passing by. "It was supposed to be different, Dean." I said very softly. "There wasn't supposed to be this…this hunter weight on her. No premature deaths. None of it. Wasn't supposed to be like our lives."
"We were going to give her the choice when she was older, remember? Whether she wanted to be a hunter or not." I could tell he was looking back and forth at me.
I scoffed softly. "Is that your excuse for the premature death, Dean?"
"No." It was quiet for a while. "But she'll be one years old. Barely. She won't even realize that I was her father." He chuckled softly then and I felt tears rising into my lids. "She'll probably think Sam is."
I swallowed thickly, throat tight and voice choppy. "But I'll know." My chin wobbled and sobs punched my ribs, wanting to be released.
"I know." He said softly, he wasn't helping my need to cry with that soft, gentle voice. "But its not like I'm leaving you completely alone. You'll have Sam and…"
I didn't want Sam. "Please, just," He stopped talking then. It might have had to do with how close I was to sobbing again. And I think Dean wanted to avoid another breakdown. Couldn't stand by his fucking principles for selling his soul if I was crying against him. "Just stop. If you're not going to apologize I don't want to hear it."
I glanced at him and I watched him nod his head. My heart ached with the fact that he wasn't sorry. I could understand not being sorry for saving his brother. But he wasn't even sorry for the fact that he was going to leave me here without him. That'd I'd have to live without him. That Riley would have to grow up without her real dad. That'd she'd grow up thinking her father was Sam. Wasn't he sorry that he would have no time at all with his daughter? Did he not fucking care?
Dean pulled into Bobby's junkyard and parked the Impala near the front door. I turned in my seat and opened the car door. I heard Dean get out of the car and saw him come around the side to help me out. He held the door open and gently took my arm to help me stand. I pulled my arm from his as I stood upright. I didn't need him. God, I wanted him to know that, even though it wasn't true.
"I'll get your bags." Dean turned and went to the trunk. I sighed evenly. I thought that after Sam came back I wouldn't feel the need to cry all the time. Thought I wouldn't need to fucking cry ever again to be honest. I was wrong.
I watched Dean for a moment and then went up the three stairs to the front door. I opened it and heard clatter in the kitchen and some talking. Sounded female. I frowned. Who was here?
"Dean?" That was Sam and I felt my stomach flip as I heard him. Felt good to hear him after these three days. I was betraying everything that I thought about Dean and his deal by thinking it was good to hear him again. "Did you find her?" He came out of the kitchen doorway and I looked up at him as his eyes met mine.
"Hi Sam." I said softly and I didn't realize tears were coming from my eyes until his face softened and he came towards me.
"Hey," He pulled me against him and vanilla encircled me like his arms did. "These tears because you missed me?" I laughed softly and rubbed my face against his chest and as I looked up at him a small smile played over his face.
I heard footsteps up the stairs and then the door slammed closed. I jumped softly in Sam's arms. He pulled back a little and I turned to look at Dean's face. Anger, bruised ego, hurt…I could see a lot of emotions playing across his features. But he still wasn't sorry.
He took my bags and carried them upstairs. Sam watched him till he reached the top step and then looked down at me. "Is he alright? Did you two have a fight? Why did you leave, Andy?"
My mouth almost gaped. Sam didn't know yet about Dean's deal? He hadn't told him? What the fuck was up with that? Was I allowed to tell him? Would Dean go into a raging fit? Christ, didn't Sam have a right to know?
"Dean...didn't tell you?" I asked softly.
Sam swallowed. "Tell me what?"
"He…" I bit my lip. Dean hadn't told him yet for a reason and I wasn't going to cross that. I was mad as hell at him. But this wasn't a getting even kind of fight. I wasn't going to tell Sam just to spite Dean. "He was worried about you. We both had been for those three days. He'd been drinking too much and he said some things and I just…I left."
Sam stared at me for a moment. "I was…" He started again. "we were worried sick about you. You wouldn't answer your cell."
"I know, I'm sorry. I was just…really upset."
"Well, what did he say to you?"
I shook my head. "I don't want to talk about it Sam. The point is, Dean found me and dragged me back here."
He nodded and sighed softly, his chest rising and falling against the brown and white-checkered button down. "Look, I uhm, I understand how frustrating Dean can be. But no matter what happens, you just can't run out like that. You'd be pissed and worried sick if we did something like that to you."
"I know. I'm sorry, Sam." He ran a hand through my hair and smiled softly.
I heard Dean coming down the steps and glanced at him as he turned the corner and came closer to us. Sam stepped back a little so he wasn't blocking Dean.
"Bobby figure out that map yet?" He asked Sam, looking directly at him. I could tell he was giving me the cold shoulder a mile away. Was this just how it was going to be until his deal came due?
"What map?" I looked at Sam too, figuring he would answer.
Sam looked at both of us. "Alright, I'll be the intermediate party for right now but understand that sooner or later you both have to talk to each other."
"She doesn't want to hear what I have to say." Dean nearly snapped. God he had a lot of nerve.
I sighed softly. "That's not true. You're just saying the wrong things."
"No," He turned to face me. "I'm saying what needs to be said. It's not my fault it's not what you want to hear."
"I don't want to talk about this anymore." I said softly. I swallowed, feeling fucking tears rise again. Why couldn't I be strong in front of him for once?
"Alright," Sam said softly, I think sensing the tears or something. Dean sighed heavily; annoyed, aggravated, or upset. I don't know. I didn't care which one it was. "Let's just…focus on something else." He looked at both of us, back and forth, making sure Dean had a cool head and that I wasn't going to cry again.
I saw Dean shrug his shoulders out of the corner of my eye and I nodded softly.
"Okay," Sam ran a hand through his hair. "Ellen brought over this map from the Roadhouse. It had several lines and black X's on it but we didn't know what it meant."
"Long story long, Sam."
Sam sighed and looked at Dean evenly. "Cut it out, Dean." He muttered. He looked at me. "Bobby has it down to Wyoming but that's about it."
"I'll take a look at it." I said softly and went past Sam and into the kitchen. I barely glanced at Bobby but smiled softly at Ellen as I saw her. She looked well but worn down and tired. Alright, maybe more of that then well feeling. "Hi, Ellen."
"Hi, baby. How are you?"
"Pregnant. You?" I felt Bobby's eyes on me and I knew he wanted to talk to me about Dean. It was either to justify him or how he didn't agree with what Dean was doing at all and that I had a right to run away. Either way; wasn't interested.
"I'm…not doing as well."
I frowned and sat next to her. "What happened?"
"Roadhouse caught on fire."
My ears perked up. "Demon?"
She swallowed hard and I saw tears form in her eyes. "We think so. Whole place was destroyed and…and everyone…" She covered her mouth with her hand and Bobby put a hand on her shoulder.
"Oh God…" Ash. "I'm so, so sorry Ellen." I felt like I should hug her but I didn't want to be shooed away or gently pried away from. My emotions were strung and my ego was tender. I just couldn't deal with someone pulling away right now, even if they had a right to do it.
She nodded and sniffled. I reached for a tissue on the sink and handed it to her. "Thank you." She wiped her eyes and blew her nose. "There was a safe in the bar."
"Demons get what was in it?"
She shook her head and pointed to the map. I nodded, understanding. That had been in the safe. I suddenly realized Sam and Dean had not followed me or hadn't even come in a few minutes later. Whatever. Sam was probably trying to get Dean to apologize or at least stop him from acting like a total ass to me. Sam Winchester: The Peace Maker.
I looked up at them as they walked in. Dean looked annoyed. Sam looked frustrated. But at least Sam gave me a small, warm smile when his eyes met mine.
"Anything?" Dean asked, impatient.
I swallowed and looked up at Sam. "I didn't really get a chance to look at it…"
"Was asking Bobby." He interrupted. Sam cleared his throat and sat down next to me.
God, I felt just like I did when John had died. Dean was treating me the same. Wasn't looking at me and when he did he had this angry look on his face. Treating me like I was oxygen in the room and that was it. Sam put his hand on mine and gently massaged my knuckles. And Sam was picking up the pieces like last time; making me feel better.
Cept this wasn't the same situation. It couldn't have been. Dean was the one that was basically dead already. He was angry with himself. I could tell; I knew him. Why couldn't he just admit he was sorry to me. And that he did care about me and Riley. Why couldn't he just fucking do that? I looked down at Sam's hand and he squeezed softly.
Bobby put a book down on top of the map and I sat up a little to look at the page he had turned to. "Each of these X's." He picked up the book and pointed to each one. "Is an abandoned frontier church-- all mid 19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt."
My eyebrows scrunched. "The demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?"
He nodded. "He built private railway lines," He pointed to the black lines on the page. "Connecting church to churches."
I traced over one of the lines with my finger until it reached an X and then followed that line until it reached another X, the outline felt familiar. I pulled my hand back and looked at the map for a moment.
"Bobby, is that what I think it is?" I asked softly. I stood to look over the map in full view and then grabbed a sharpie and connected everything.
"What is it?" Dean asked, leaning closer. He was either trying to play me hot and cold with this whole 'fight' thing or his general interest took over his anger for a moment.
I scoffed softly. "It's a Devil's trap. A pretty freaking huge one."
Sam stood as well. "A 100-square mile iron lined Devil's Trap. That's brilliant."
"I've never heard of anything that massive before." I licked my lower lip and looked up at Bobby. "Does it still work?"
Sam shifted. "Yeah, definitely."
I could feel Dean's eye roll. "And how do you know?" God, there was the snipping. Knew it was behind that curiosity somewhere.
Sam swallowed and looked at the map and then at Bobby. "All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in."
I looked at Ellen, who hadn't said a word since the fire at the Roadhouse conversation. "What's inside?" She asked. She threw the tissue she had been using towards the trashcan near the back door.
Dean shrugged. "I was just looking at the map for that. There's nothing there except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle." He reached his arm across the map and gently tapped the paper in the middle of the devil's trap.
I looked at Sam and slowly sat back in the chair again. I looked over the map and traced my fingers where Dean's had been. I missed his warmth, his strong muscles and the scent of cinnamon filling my system. I looked down as my throat constricted. I realized I'd be missing those things for the rest of my life after a year was over.
I felt someone's hands on my back but I didn't need to look up to know it was Sam. I could glance at the table and see both of Dean's hand on the edge of the wood, leaning against it as he looked over the map. I didn't want to be like this forever. For the rest of his one year. I wanted to be with him like I was before. Have Riley. Have him hold her for as long as he could. Be with me and make love and take showers together and drive in the car and eat ice cream in bed and…
I looked up, Sam breaking my thoughts. "Huh?" I looked at Dean, who was also looking at me. "I'm sorry. What?"
"I asked if there was any way to get inside the Devil's Trap." Sam ran a hand through his hair.
Bobby cleared his throat. "This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across.
"Any ideas on how demons could get through? If we're going to prevent it we need to know if there's any possible way for them to get in." Dean said.
I looked at the map again and my eyes widened a little. I grabbed Sam's arm. "Sam, we know exactly how Yellow Eyes and any other demon could get by."
Sam looked into my eyes for a moment and I could see him draw the same conclusion. "Oliver."
So we decided that in an hour we'd all head out to the tracks to confront Oliver. It would have been as soon as we had figured out it was him but Dean started yelling, insisting I shouldn't go. Okay. I got it. I was nine months pregnant and I didn't belong anywhere near the line of fire. But it was Yellow Eyes and we had the Colt and we were going to kill that mother-loving son of a bitch. For my mom, for their mom and dad. I had to be there. I didn't care if I was in the car but I had to be there. So after the scream-a-thon between Dean and I, Sam let us relax an hour. Cool off, eat, sleep, whatever we needed to do to chill the fuck out. So I went upstairs. I had no idea where Dean was.
I folded Dean's clothes that were on the bed. That were still on the bed. The room looked exactly the way I had left it. Clothes were spread almost everywhere around the room and I finally them all up and put them on the bed with some others. I started folding and putting them back into 'our' duffel.
I sighed softly. I already knew the coin was gone from underneath the clothes. Dean had mentioned he had found it in one of his voicemails. I had looked around the room for it, on the dresser and the nightstands and the bathroom, but I couldn't find it anywhere. So Dean must have had it on him. I picked up one of his button downs and moved my thumbs around the fabric. I swallowed and brought the shirt to my nose and inhaled softly. Smelled like cinnamon and leather and purely Dean.
I bit my lip as I felt tears well up again. God I really hoped Dean told Sam soon because these little breakdowns weren't just going to go away or get better. Fuck, they'd probably get worse. I was going to lose him. Lose Dean Winchester. Lose the love of my life, the one person I had actually considered spending the rest of my normal life with.
Tears poured from my eyes and I small sob left my throat as I brought the shirt up to my face again. I heard the floor creak and instantly stopped crying, cheeks as red as cherries. I knew had saw me. Heard me. I wondered if he was going to say anything about it.
"I was going to fold those, you didn't have to." He mentioned softly, coming into the room and closing the door.
I nodded and shrugged softly. "My mess. I'll clean it." I sniffed. "I'm honestly surprised it's still a mess."
He sat on the bed next me. "Yeah, I kind of just," He picked up a stack and set it on his lap, beginning to fold. "Slept on it and around it."
I nodded softly and tried composing myself. I wiped away the tear tracks from my cheeks and put the polo I had been putting against my face into the duffel.
"I was…" I looked up at him as he started speaking. "Rude to you and to Riley. We all know how she kicks when I'm being a dick."
I felt like smiling but it just made tears want to choke me again. "Yeah, I know. She can hear the tone of your voice change." I folded another pair of jeans and put them away. "Its okay." He was apologizing for all the wrong things.
"No, it isn't."
I sighed softly. "Dean, please, just stop. Okay?" I put my hand up a little like I was trying to stop him from moving towards me. I avoided his eyes and looked for more clothes to fold, but the rest of them were on his lap.
Dean suddenly tilted my chin and his warmth felt so overwhelming that I swore I felt my skin sizzle. "No." His thumb stroked my face. "Its not." He moved closer to me, as close as my stomach would allow. He kissed my cheeks and I felt my eyes close. His nose ran against mine. "I love you and Riley so very much." I bit the inside of my cheek, hard enough to bleed. "And I'm sorry if for even one second I made you doubt that. I'm sorry, Andy." And I saw those tears fill his eyes after a moment. The ones that showed just how big of a mistake he really made. Like it had just sunk in and he was just now realizing it.
"I…don't want to lose you." I said, a sob rolling out my chest against my will. Between the hormones and the situations, no one could blame me for crying this much. No one. I suddenly clung onto him and he pulled me against his chest, lying me down on the bed with him. "Please don't leave me. Dean," It sounded like the most painful word I had ever said. "Please."
I felt his tears hit my scalp, wetting my hair, and my neck. I swallowed as hard sobs continued to leave my chest. I cried until I was dry. Desert dry, cracks showing up along my skin.
Dean held me there, rocking me softly until I stopped crying. Which actually didn't last as long as I thought it would. I was dried up for today. Although I was almost certain that the tear bank would be full and ready tomorrow.
He stroked my hair and wiped the tears on my face. His other had went from rubbing my back to stroking my stomach. He looked down at my tummy. "I love you Riley." I felt her kick a little, like she was responding to him. God, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Her and I aren't mad at you anymore." I said softly and I heard him smirk a little.
"Good, I'm glad you aren't." He licked his lips. "I can't…bear this year without you and her."
I felt like I should have been feeling those tears again and I think I would have if I wouldn't have been so tired and dried up. I couldn't bear this life without him. But I couldn't tell him that. It wouldn't make a difference and it would just make him worry all the more about me.
I stroked his face and he leaned into my touch and kissed my palm. "Well we'll be here." I said and kissed his nose. I leaned his forehead against his. We weren't the ones who were leaving. I don't want to…talk about this again until we have to. Let's just…live. Have Riley. Be happy while we can." My voice broke. "Okay?"
He nodded and kissed me softly. I kissed him back as deeply as I could, regardless if he returned it just as passionately. "Alright," he said, kissing my nose. "Let's just live."
"Okay, so everyone clear on the plan?" Dean asked, looking at the group as we gathered along the trunk.
"Why don't I have some kind of job to do?" I asked, pulling a big sweatshirt over my head. "Sam, Ellen and Bobby have 007 statuses and I have 'hide behind the first grave you can find'."
Dean handed me a gun. "Because James Bond never got pregnant."
Sam smirked and loaded his gun and checked the barrel. I licked my lower lip and looked at it. "Yeah, laugh it up clown, still have a loaded weapon."
"Don't make me take that away from you too." Dean said, reaching into the trunk for another gun to give to Ellen. Bobby had grabbed a gun for himself at house and was taking it out of the waistband of his jeans.
I frowned. "Can't even have a gun?" I muttered. Dean chuckled and closed the trunk. He leaned close and kissed my frown.
"There's the couple I know and love." Sam announced, looking at both of us. I think Ellen and Bobby clapped a little. "Knew you two would get back on track. I hate being the intermediate. And I hate to admit it but I think I'd rather deal with Dean fitting right in with your hyped up libido then you two yelling at each other."
"I think I like that idea too." I smirked and put an arm around Dean's waist as we walked towards the graveyard.
Dean smiled and kissed my head. "Good thing you're on the same page as me. I've been thinking of this new position…"
"Alright, go back to fighting." Sam griped and walked further ahead so he couldn't hear us.
I smiled at Dean. "You're mean to him."
He smirked. "Whatever. He asks for it."
We turned the corner and Dean halted, causing everyone to stop. He motioned to the far end of the graveyard, where a metal door was sitting attached to what looked like a crypt. I could see Oliver standing in front of it but it didn't seem like he was moving.
"What is that?" I asked, very softly.
Dean pulled on my arm a little and motioned to a grave stone a few spaces away. "There. It's just big enough that he won't see over it."
"I want to stay with you." I admitted softly.
He sighed and looked at the others and then at Oliver again, I guess to make sure he was just still standing there. He looked back at me and ran a hand through my hair. "I know you do. But we can't risk you getting hurt; getting Riley hurt.
"Can I be deployed for a covert mission?"
He chuckled softly. "If you think that all four of us will never get out of here alive without your help, jump in and save the day Bond."
"That's Mr. Bond to you." I poked his chest playfully and he smiled, taking my hand and kissing it softly. He then left a kiss on my forehead and turned me towards the gravestone.
"Go." He gently patted my ass and I nodded, hurriedly heading over the stone and sinking down to sit on the grass, back against the marble.
I watched each of them walk past me and tried to remain calm as I knew they were sneaking up behind Oliver. I prayed nothing like last time would happen. Sam would be dead and Dean would be dying for nothing. And then I wouldn't have either of them. That was dying within itself.
"Howdy Oliver." I heard Sam retort. I slowly poked my head out from behind the stone to watch the scene play out, but it wasn't enough to be detected by Oliver.
Oliver turned to look at Sam and his face damn near drew white as chalk. Like he'd seen a ghost and I remembered why. "Wait...you were dead. I killed you."
"Yeah? Well next time, finish the job." Sam spat and the words cut through me and into my bone. He had no idea how much of a death wish that sentence had been.
"I did!" Oliver exclaimed. "I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." I watched Sam turn his head a little to look at Dean. Dean didn't budge. Fuck, was he so busted. "You can't be alive. You can't be." He shook his head and tried turning around to…well, do whatever he had been doing before. I saw the Colt in his hands and frowned softly. What was he doing with it?
"Stop Oliver." Sam cocked his gun.
Oliver stopped and turned back around. His smile was scary. It made me shiver. "What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do--kill me? You had your chance. You couldn't."
I watched Sam shift and a small cold smile appeared on his face as well. I didn't like it. All the warmth that made up Sam looked it was gone for that one moment. "I won't make that mistake twice."
He smirked and Dean cleared his throat and I heard his riffle cock as well. "What are you smiling at, you little bitch?"
I watched as Oliver looked at Ellen and then I froze as his eyes connected with mine. I gasped as I felt myself being lifted from the ground and suddenly I was in Oliver's arms, in front of Sam, Dean, Bobby and Ellen. I completely forgot about his astral projection.
"Let her go." Dean said, hands gripping his weapon tight. "Now."
"Hey, lady." Oliver looked at Ellen. "Do me a favor. Point that gun of yours at her stomach."
"No!" I squirmed in his hold as Ellen did what she was told against her will. I whimpered and panicked as I heard the gun cock. "No, Oliver stop it."
Ellen's hands trembled and her voice shook. "Shoot. Him." I swallowed thickly and looked at Dean.
"You'll be mopping up your baby before you get a shot off." Dean's lower lip curled in anger and I glanced at Sam and saw he was trying hard not to shoot. I guess everyone was trying to contain themselves after Oliver's little comment. I felt Riley kick and knew she was scared…because I was. "Everybody put your guns down." He smirked at Ellen. "Except you, sweetheart."
Dean, Sam and Bobby looked at each other. No other choice that they could make. All three of them dropped the rifles to the ground.
Oliver nodded softly. "Good. Good." He turned with me in his arms and slightly loosened his hold as he inserted the gun into the small hole in the crypt door.
I licked my lips and waited, knowing there was a signal coming. "Andy, drop!" I heard Dean yell and I quickly dropped to my knees. Before Oliver could react four shots ran out and I gasped softly as his body landed next to me, gunshots decorating his back.
I looked up at Sam and his gun was smoking from the shots. There was some blood spotting his face. Had he been that close when he was shooting him? He swallowed and lowered his weapon. He looked so cold and angry and so satisfied with his revenge. It honestly kind of scared me. I jumped a little as Dean circled my back and helped me up.
"You alright?" I nodded and turned to wrap my arms around his waist. I rested my head against his chest. "You okay?"
I guess he wanted a word response. "Yeah, I think."
Sam came up beside us and ran a hand through my hair. Dean looked up at him and I felt his hand stop.
"Oh, no." I heard Bobby say softly. I heard metal clanking and creaking, sliding together on its own.
I turn my head to look at the door and watched as separate engravings on the door started to spin in different directions around the Colt.
"What's going on, Bobby?" Dean asked as we started to back away. I heard large metal tumblers slide into and out of place, like what happened when I picked a lock.
"It's Hell." The engravings stopped spinning and Dean hurriedly took the gun from the slot. "Take cover! Now!" Bobby screamed and Dean pulled me back towards the grave I had been behind before.
Sam grabbed my other arm and they lifted me, carrying me faster then I could walk. We all hunched behind the gravestone as the doors swung open. I could hear them bang against the crypt itself with amazing force. Something inside really wanted out.
I huddled against Dean and Sam acted like a safety blanket. It was almost like the one hug we shared. I looked above me and saw clouds of rushing black smoke rushing from the crypt and into the sky. All of it demons. Years of work felt undone.
"We gotta close that door!" Ellen yelled and Sam leaned back to look at us.
"I'm going to help, you got her?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, go help them."
Sam quickly stood and went over to help Ellen and Bobby push on the doors, against the demons trying to get out. I leaned up from Dean and watched him check the gun for bullets.
"Dean," A sudden thought occurred to me and he looked up. "If Yellow Eyes gave that to Oliver…"
Dean's eyes widened. "Andy!"
I felt someone grab the back of my neck from behind, pulling me back against him. Before Dean could even raise the gun he was thrown halfway across the graveyard against one of the stones.
Sam looked back at us. "Dean!" He rushed from the door, trying to help him but Yellow Eyes was quick to the draw. I know that's who had to have me by the neck. He was the only player left. Sam flew back against a tree, struggling helplessly against the invisible hold.
I struggled as he leaned down and whispered in my ear. "You're one smart cookie." I tried pulling my head away. "Stop. Struggling." There was something in his voice that naturally caused me to squirm but I tried to control myself and slowly became still against him. "Very good." I could feel his smile against my earlobe. "So, how has your last few days been, Andy?"
"Oh, you know. Peachy." I spat. I watched Dean groan and sit up against the grave but then he couldn't move and I knew that's when Yellow Eyes had paralyzed him.
He smiled. "I'm sure. Sam dying, Dean selling his soul." I glanced over at Sam and his eyes widened. "You should have made that deal with me." I bit my lip. I was lucky he wasn't as mind reader because I was actually thinking, considering, that maybe I should have made that deal too.
Yellow Eyes bent down and took the gun into his hands and we slowly walked over to Dean. "You know Dean." He laughed. "I really got to thank you."
Dean was watching me the whole time. "Oh yeah, for what?"
"Sammy's back in rotation. Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I liked him better than Oliver, anyhow. Tell me--have you ever heard the expression, "If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?"
I scoffed. "You call that deal he got good?"
Dean was giving me that look again that told me to shut up and stand still. I swallowed and did what I was told. I wasn't just shooting my mouth of around a gun man who thought mandroids were real. This was around Yellow Eyes. And he wasn't going to think twice or fool around.
"Well," He looked at Dean. "It was a better deal then your dad ever got. And you never wondered why." He looked over at Sam. "Did you not just see what Sam did to Oliver?" I swallowed and looked down. He smiled and I felt his lips near my cheek. "I know you saw sweetie. That was pretty cold, wasn't it?" He smiled. "How certain are you that what you brought back, is 100% pure Sam."
I licked my lips. I had honestly been thinking how cold and just…how non-Sam like he had been when the bullets left his gun and shot Oliver in the back. I guess Dean had been right. What's dead should stay dead. No matter how much it hurts and no matter how many ways you know on how to bring them back.
My heart caught in my throat as he cocked the Colt. "Looks like your deal is going to come due a little bit early." I whimpered softly and suddenly fell the the ground, someone knocking me out of Yellow Eye's hold.
Dean scrambled, the hold on him gone and lifted me into his arms. Luckily I had fallen onto my side and not my stomach. I moved a little to turn and look at what the hell was going on. I think my eyes widened to the point of exploding or my mouth dropped to the floor. It was John. John Winchester's spirit fighting against the black smoke of Yellow Eye's, his vessel on the ground. Well, I guess if we could have seen Molly's spirit that entire night there was no reason why we couldn't see John's right here and now.
"Dean." I said and pointed to the Colt, it lying beside the vessel's body. He reached up and grabbed it and by the time Yellow Eyes had broken free of John's hold and snaked back into its body, Dean had already at the gun cocked and ready.
Yellow Eyes stood in his vessel, eyes glowing as he looked at Dean. I smirked. Was too late for him. Dean shot out a bullet and it hit him right in the chest. Lightening seemed to crash within Yellow Eyes body as the bullet separated him from his vessel and killed him.
I sighed and looked at Dean. "Well, scratch that off the to do list." He smiled and kissed me softly.
Sam ran over to look at us and I heard the doors lock closed. I turned and saw Bobby and Ellen make their way over too, the gates to Hell locked.
Sam grinned at Dean. "You did it."
Dean smiled and put an arm around my waist. "I didn't do it alone."
I lean into him and smiled. "Do you really think John got out of hell?"
Bobby laughed. "The door was open. If anyone's stubborn enough to do it...it would be him."
Sam and Dean smiled at each other. "I kind of can't believe it, Dean. I mean...our whole lives, everything...has been prepping for this, and now I..." He laughed. "I kind of don't know what to say."
Dean nodded and leaned down near Yellow Eye's vessel. "I do. That was for our mom," He said angrily. "You son of a bitch."
We all walked back to the car. Bobby took Ellen back in his truck while Dean, Sam and I took the Impala. Dean wanted, for some reason, to try and organize the trunk a little before we headed back. So Bobby pulled out and told us he was going to meet us at home. I smiled softly at Ellen as he drove past us and away. I guess she would be staying with us for a few days.
"I can't believe that's over." I smiled at Sam and Dean and leaned against the side of the car.
Sam nodded but was quick to move to another subject. And here I thought he had forgotten. "You know, when Oliver saw me...it was like he saw a ghost." He scoffed softly and I swallowed hard. "I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me."
I tried to get Dean to look at me. To tell him with my eyes that Sam already knew he had sold his soul, but he was too busy putting stuff in the trunk. "I'm glad he was wrong."
Sam looked at me and I swallowed. "I don't think he was, Dean.
Dean sighed and pulled himself out of the trunk. "Sam, we just killed the demon. Can we celebrate for a minute?"
Sam's voice choked up a little. "Did I die? Did you sell your soul for me, like Dad did for you?"
I swallowed and looked at Dean. "He knows. Yellow Eyes said something and Sam heard." Dean sighed hard and looked up at Sam.
Sam scoffed. "Is that why you left? You figured it out?"
"I left because he wasn't going to tell me about it either." I said softly and Dean frowned.
"And three days you kept it from me too!" Sam yelled.
"Hey, stop it. It was my decision; she had nothing to do with the choice I made. You're mad at me, not her."
Sam turned and I could see his shoulders tensing. "How long do you get?" He asked, voice breaking.
I looked down, tears filling my eyes as well. Dean put an arm around me and brought me into his chest. I buried my head in his shoulder.
"One year," He said softly, it vibrating against my face. "I've got one year."
"You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?" Sam asked, turning around. He ran a hand over his face; aggravated, upset.
"Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job."
"And what do you think my job is? And did you not once think about the baby you had coming? About Andy?" I swallowed and felt more tears escape.
"Of course I thought about her and Riley. Of course I fucking did. I just...I couldn't live with you dead Sammy. I couldn't okay?"
I pulled back a little to look at Sam. He shook his head and sighed softly. "And I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change."
Dean smirked. "Yeah I guess you do." I smiled a little and wiped my face. Dean sighed and looked at me. "Ready to go home?"
I nodded and Sam ruffled my hair as he walked past to get in the passenger seat. Dean opened the back door for me. "Don't forget the seatbelt."
I started to walk towards Dean to get in the car when I felt a popping sensation and a rush of liquid ran down my legs. I moaned softly and held onto my stomach.
"Andy?" Dean asked. Sam rounded the car and took hold of my arm as I started to bend at the waist a little.
I looked up at Dean. "Dean, I think my water just broke."
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