NBTS Ch 25:
I was putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher while Sam and Dean were placing the perishables into the refrigerator, when Toby cam running through the kitchen on his way outside.
"TOBY!" I called after him with a bemused tone.
He stopped at the door with his hand on the door knob then turned to look at me and asked breathlessly, "Yes Addy?"
I chuckled before replying, "Sam has already finished all the cleaning that needed to be done outside Buddy."
"Really? Thanks Sam! Is there anything else that I can help with?"
"I think we've got pretty much everything done. Why don't you go and choose a movie for all of us to watch, Little Man?" Dean replied.
"Seriously! My choice?" Toby questioned excitedly as he walked towards the island.
After all three of us nodded he asked, "Can we watch 'Transformers' again?"
I responded, "Sure Tobs. Why don't you boys get everything ready while I got and get changed?"
Toby rushed around the island to give me a hug.
"Really? Thanks! I'll make popcorn!"
He looked over at Dean and asked, "Are you gonna help Addy get changed again Dean?"
My cheeks burned hot from embarrassment as Dean replied, "Only if Lay needs me to Toby."
I could feel my cheeks and neck get even hotter as everyone's eyes turned to me as I replied with a shrug, "Guess it wouldn't hurt if you did."
Dean and I then went to our room while Sam and Toby got to work at the movie night preparations. He quickly helped me change into a pair of black yoga pants and an oversized red hoody. When we returned to the den, Toby smiled and swallowed a mouthful of popcorn.
"Addy the Cardinals beat the Astros! But ummm… the Yankees didn't do so well."
I flopped down beside him on the couch and said, "That's great for the Cards Buddy! It looks like they are well on their way to the Series this year. But don't worry about my Yankees… they've gotta let the other teams win every once in a while."
As I put my arm around him and gave him a small side hug I asked, "So… the popcorn is made… Did you get the movie ready too?"
"Yeah he did Addy… All we have to do is press play," Sam answered from a nearby recliner.
Toby then placed a large bowl filled to the brim with popcorn on my lap. Presumably it was for me to share with Dean, who was now making himself comfortable to my left.
As the movie played out, Toby ended up curled into a ball on the couch with his head in my lap. After the midway point of the show, I felt Toby's heavy rhythmic breathing and realized that he had fallen into a deep sleep. I squeezed Dean's knee and whispered, "I think he's fallen asleep."
Dean looked down at Toby's face on my lap as he paused the movie, nodded in confirmation and said, "I guess we should get him into bed then."
Sam got up from the recliner before Dean or I could get up off the couched and offered through a yawn, "I'll take him up… you guys stay and finish the movie."
Then the larger brother scooped Toby off my lap and carried him to his temporary room. Dean looked down at me as I was cuddled onto his chest and said, "These alien robots aren't really holding my attention... how 'bout you Lay?"
I let out a loud yawn and stretched into an upright seated position, "Not really Dean. I think I'm ready to turn in too... I'm just surprised that Mo hasn't made it back to pick up Toby yet."
"Why don't you give her a call and I'll clean the bowls up."
"Good idea. Thanks Dean."
He got to work cleaning up the bowls and some stray kernels of popcorn that had fallen on the couch and carpet while I grabbed the phone to call Maureen. There was no answer at their house, so I tried her cell phone, which was met with success.
"Oh Adelaide! Darling, I'm so sorry I forgot to call!" Maureen offered this as her greeting instead of the usual 'Hello' when she answered her phone.
"Umm… that's okay Maureen; I was just getting kind of worried because it's gotten so late. Is everything alright with you two?"
"It is now darling, but I had to rush Bill to the ER and completely lost track of time. But before you worry, it's nothing serious. Bill just sliced his arm pretty bad while fixing the tractor and had to get a few stitches to close up the wound," she calmly explained.
"Oh my goodness! He's okay though, right?"
"Yes, he's fine. He feels incredibly stupid getting hurt like that, but pride aside, he's fine. We just have to wait for him to get a tetanus shot, so I don't know how much longer we have to wait here… I hate to ask, given everything that you have already done, but… would it be okay if Tobias stayed with you for the night?"
"Of course he can spend the night! You should know that would be absolutely no problem at all! I'll bring him home in the morning for you… Is there anything else I can do to help you out?"
"No darling, I think I have everything else under control now. Thank you so much Adelaide. I love you so much. Have a wonderful night and I'll see you in the morning."
"Love you too Mo. Take care and give my best to Bill."
I then replaced the phone on its cradle and met Dean in the kitchen while he was starting the dishwasher.
"Everything okay?" He questioned nonchalantly.
"Yeah… Mo just had to take Bill to the ER to get stitches. She's not sure how late they'll be stuck there so I told her that I'd just take Toby home tomorrow."
"The ER? Is Bill going to be okay?" He asked apprehensively.
"Oh…yeah, Bill's fine. He just had to get some stitches and they're waiting on a tetanus shot for him. He's fine… Man, what a day… Are you as ready for bed as I am?"
Dean took my hand and replied, "More than ready."
Once we were in our room, Dean easily helped me into my now favorite nightshirt and boxers. I was too tired to make any attempts to participate in a repeat of this morning's activities and drifted to sleep as soon as I was wrapped in Dean's arms.
"Dean… Dean…" I protested breathlessly.
"Sorry Addy… I'll slow down," Dean responded as he removed his hand from underneath my top, but he remained on top of me as we lay on the couch.
"Thanks… I'm sorry…" I apologized as I ran my fingers through his hair.
"It's okay Addy… we can go slower. I don't want to rush you."
"You really are the best, you know… Thank you."
I pulled him back into a kiss as we continued to ignore the movie that was playing on the TV.
I quickly released from his embrace and quietly exclaimed, "Oh my God! They're home early!"
Dean instantly sat up on the couch and slipped his t-shirt back on. I jumped to my feet, smoothed my hair into a ponytail and refastened the few buttons that Dean had undone on my top. I then nearly sprinted out of the den into the living room.
I stopped abruptly at the sight of my dad's slumped body being carried into the house by my mom and John. He appeared to be unconscious and there was a river of blood dripping down his face from his forehead.
"Dean! Get over here and give us a hand!" John shouted without looking up while struggling with the weight of my dad's body.
"Sure dad! Be right there!" Dean called back as he gently moved me out his way so that he could get through the doorway. He then rushed to my mom's side and helped John carry my dad to the couch.
"Addy! Could you please go and grab the first aid kit for us?" My mom called in my direction.
I turned and ran into the bathroom to get the first aid kit without responding to her. While I was kneeled down retrieving it, along with some other supplies, from under the sink, I felt a hand on my back as someone was reaching over me to grab the two towels that were on the rack.
"Sorry Addy… your mom asked me to grab these," Dean apologized as he helped me to my feet.
"No worries Dean… Is he… Is it really bad?" I asked as he wrapped his free arm around my shoulder.
"He's gonna be fine Addy. It looks much worse than it is… Don't worry about it, okay?"
"Okay… I'll try," I offered as I took a deep breath in an effort to maintain my composure.
When we returned to the living room, John and my mom were still trying to make my dad more comfortable on the couch and he thankfully now had his eyes open as he lay there. Dean took the towels over to my mom and she started to gently wipe the wet blood from my dad's face. I started to cautiously approach them slowly because I was afraid that I might get in their way while they worked on him. Dean rushed back over to me and took the first aid kit from my hands while giving me an encouraging smile. He then returned to his father's side and the three of them continued to tend to my dad's wounds.
I stood there, hugging my sides, and started to feel incredibly awkward and useless, so I tried to think of something I could do to be of some help. I then returned to the bathroom to get some face cloths and other towels because there seemed to be so much blood for mom to clean up. I then hurried into the laundry room to grab a basket so that mom would have something to throw the soiled towels into and took them out to her. As I walked towards her, I also brought over a nearby chair to take to her as well.
"Oh… Thanks Roo," she commented absentmindedly as she took a seat on the chair and continued to mop up some blood.
"No worries mum."
I turned and went to dad's liquor cabinet and pulled out a fresh bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey and returned to the make shift clinic. My dad was looking much better now that most of the blood had been cleaned up. I stood to one side watching as John worked at stitching up the large cut on his forehead, which seemed to be the source of all the blood. As I stood there awestruck at how quickly John was working with the needle and thread to close up the wound, my mom had gotten up to go to the kitchen and get a bowl of warm water to clean off the blood that had dried on my dad's face.
Once John had completed his task, he stood up and started collecting the cotton balls and gauze he had used to clean dad's battle wound. Dean then got to work bandaging my dad's forehead to protect the newly sewn stitches.
I then took a step forward and timidly held the bottle out to my dad saying, "I… uh… I thought that you might want something to drink, dad."
"Oh… uh… Thanks," he replied, taking the bottle while avoiding making any eye contact with me.
Mom had bundled up all of the towels and face cloths into the laundry basket and was getting up to take them to the laundry room. Once she was standing, I grasped the opposite side of the basket and quietly said, "Mum, why don't you stay here with dad. I can take care of these for you."
She gently touched my cheek, smile and said, "Thank you Roo."
I took them to the laundry and started a load in the hopes that I could get the blood out of them by starting the wash so quickly. Once the cycle was started, I stepped back into the kitchen. John was now seated at the breakfast nook, while Dean was at the fridge pulling out a couple of bottles of beer.
"Wow! John, that was so awesome. I can't believe that you stitched dad up so quickly," I remarked as I sat across from him at the table.
"It's really quite easy Addy," John replied trying to play down the importance of his handiwork. "If you can sew a button, you can stitch a battle wound."
Dean was now seated beside his dad and they both took a drink from their bottles. John gave his son a small sideways glare at his underage drinking, but Dean just shrug off the silent admonishment and continued to enjoy his beverage.
I chuckled softly and said, "I can definitely sew a button onto anything, but I don't think I could ever do what you just did in there John."
He gave me a sly smile, placed his bottle on the table and rolled up the sleeve on his left arm to reveal a blood soaked makeshift bandage.
"Well, if you wanted, you could practice on me right now," John offered.
"Really? But… John… I really don't want to hurt you…"
John held my left hand with his right and reassured me by saying, "You won't hurt me anymore than the thing that did this to me. Come on, Addy… You're more than capable… I'll walk you through it."
Dean had lined up all of the tools that I would need to patch John's cut and was walking into the living room saying, "I'll grab you a strong 'anesthetic' for you before Addy gets started dad."
I stared at John for another moment but broke out of my near trance when he broke out into a wide grin as he let out an enthusiastic chuckle.
"I can get Dean to do it if you would prefer," he said warmly.
"No… No, it's okay," I replied as I got up and picked up the bottle of rubbing alcohol. "I should learn this kind of stuff if I'm going to stay in the family business."
I pulled my chair around and sat beside John so that I could start to clean his cut with the rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. John's face contorted into a look of pure pain as I did, but he continued to offer words of encouragement to keep me on task.
"Don't worry so much darlin'. I know that I have to go through a lot more pain before you're done fixing me up. Just stay focused on the wound, not my face, okay?"
"Okay… But still… I'm sorry John."
Dean placed a glass filled with Scotch in front of his dad and then squeezed my left shoulder.
"Addy, it's easier than you think… you can do this," Dean said as he echoed John's sentiments.
I didn't want to let either of the Winchester men down, so I soldiered through and focused solely on the deep cut on John's forearm. After I was done, he lifted his arm to inspect my stitch work.
"You did a really great job Addy. I don't think that this one's going to scar as badly as some of my previous cuts. You relax now, darlin', I'll finish patching it up from here."
I exhaled the breath that I had apparently been holding while I sewed up John's arm.
"Really? It's okay?" I questioned with a tone of uncertainty.
Dean was still standing to my left and he gave my shoulder another reassuring squeeze.
"Addy, you did a really great job, especially for your first time."
"Thanks… Hey, John, I'll clean up this mess, you just finish up with that bandage."
As I gathered up the used cotton balls, I caught a glimpse of John and Dean exchanging bemused smiles before they returned to enjoying their beers.
During the night, Dean had gotten up to use the washroom and as he made his way back to our room, he ran into Toby, who was looking somewhat upset.
"Hey… You okay Little Man?" Dean asked while dropping into a kneeling position.
"Ummm… Kinda not," Toby responded quietly.
"You had a nightmare?" Toby nodded. "Was it about Rene?"
Toby shook his head and replied, "No… Addy told me that Sam killed him and that he's never coming back… Especially since you burned his body and all."
"Yeah, that's right," Dean confirmed. "Did you want to talk to me about your new nightmare?"
Toby looked up and gave Dean a soft half-smile, "Well… It's not really a 'new' nightmare… But you wouldn't mind talking about it?"
"Absolutely not Toby. Why don't we go get stairs, get a drink and talk it out?"
Once there were in the kitchen, Toby took a seat at the table and Dean went to the fridge to get them each a beverage.
"So… Toby… What's your poison? Beer? Scotch?" He questioned, looking over his shoulder at the younger male.
"Dean! I don't think I'm allowed to have either of those," Toby replied with a slight tone of shock.
"Okay, so two cups of warmed milk it is then," Dean retorted with a chuckle, winking as he turned towards the cupboard with a jug of milk in his right hand.
Dean placed a warmed mug in front of Toby as he took a seat across from him and asked, "So what was this not so new nightmare about?"
"Bigfoot," Toby replied before taking a drink from his mug.
Dean choked on his drink as he snickered. "Bigfoot?"
"Yeah… what's so funny?"
"You do know he's not real, right Toby? You really don't have to worry about him at all," Dean answered with a bemused tone.
"Yeah, that's what Addy says too. But… How do you know he's not real? I bet there was a time that you thought that vampires and demons weren't real either. How do you know that Bigfoot isn't hiding somewhere in the woods killing people without being found out?" Toby asked assertively. He had made the same argument to me on more than one occasion when he tried to convince me of the validity of his fear.
"Hmm… Well, you might have a point there Toby…" Dean conceded thoughtfully.
"Really!" Toby interrupted worriedly. "Addy always said that I was crazy…"
"Well, she might have a point too," Dean continued coolly. Toby looked up at him with a look of total confusion. "Well, Tobs, following your logic, Bigfoot lives in the wood, right?" Toby nodded with a look of uncertainty. "So, why would he be here in the cornfields of Iowa? I think a more like place for his home would be somewhere like… I don't know… Canada. So, I say, stay out the Canadian woods and Bigfoot won't be a problem."
Toby took another drink from his mug while contemplating Dean's rationale. "So, if I stay out of the woods I'll be safe?"
"That's the way I see it," Dean confirmed as he finished his drink.
"Huh… I've never really thought of it that way before. Thanks Dean."
Toby took Dean empty mug with his own mug over to the island and placed them in the dishwasher.
"Okay, I feel better now." Toby ran over and gave Dean a hug before running back up the stairs to bed and shouted over his shoulder at the doorway, "Thanks again Dean!"
Dean slowly followed him out of the kitchen and back upstairs. He was somewhat amazed that he had been able to ease Toby's mind so effortlessly.
As he climbed back into bed, my eyes fluttered open.
"Dean? Is everything okay?"
"Sorry Lay… Everything's fine. Toby just had a nightmare, but he's okay now."
Dean was now lying on his side and he stroked my face in the dark.
"Really? Ah man… Was it about Meg and Rene?" I asked worriedly.
"No. He knows that they're dead and gone… It was about Bigfoot," he replied through a chuckle.
"Oh… His old standby. Are you sure I shouldn't get up?" I asked still quite concerned.
Dean managed somehow in the dark to lean down and kiss my lips. "Lay, honestly there's no need. I convinced him that he's safe."
"Really? How?" I asked quite astonished at his accomplishment. "Sorry… I don't mean to sound so surprised, but I've been trying to do that unsuccessfully now for six years."
"I just told him to stay out any woods in Canada and he'd be fine," Dean replied nonchalantly.
"What?" I questioned with a chuckle.
"You heard me… No back to sleep. He's fine. You still need to rest so you can heal up. I took care of it, really. Go to sleep."
I snuggled into his side and yawned. "Thanks Dean. I'm really grateful for your help with Toby."
He smoothed back my hair and kissed my head. "I'm happy to help. Sweet dreams Lay."
"Ads! Ads! Wait up!" A voice called behind me as I weaved my way through the crowded corridor on my way to my locker.
I stopped and took a deep breath before turning around. I was beyond frustrated that I hadn't managed to slip out to my car unseen after class.
"Hey Don. What's up?" I ask despondently.
"Holy Geez! Look at that shiner!" He exclaimed as he cupped my chin to get a better look at my fresh black eye. "Where'd you get that Addy? That guy you brought to Winter Formal didn't do that to you, did he?"
"Dean?" I chuckled as I used my free hand to extract my chin from his grasp. "No, it wasn't him! I was just a little careless while I was working on Phantom… Besides, Dean hasn't been in town for weeks…"
"Oh… So that wasn't his '67 Impala that I saw parked by the front entrance here?"
"What… Here… Today? Excuse me Don!"
I ran to my locker to grab my bag and jacket made my way to the front doors as quickly as possible.
I paused at the top of the stairs to slip on my jacket and then I flew down the stairs towards Dean who was leaning against the passenger side door of the Impala. As I got closer, I didn't slow down; I nearly threw my bag at his feet and slammed into him as I gave him a hug.
"DEAN! You're here!" I cried excitedly before I kissed him a little too eagerly.
When I pulled back, he gently held my face in both hands and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "I haven't been away that long, Lay. Although… it is nice to know that I've been missed."
"Dean!" I interrupted with a tone of exasperation. "Seriously? You're still going to call me 'Lay'?"
"I told you, it fits you perfectly," he teased amorously. "Now… Where in the hell did you get this from?" He asked as concern overtook his face as he caressed my black eye with his thumb.
"Mom and I went after a vengeful spirit over the weekend as a Pre-Birthday celebration and it really didn't seem to like me at all. I tried ducking everything it threw at me, but I still ended up taking a book off my face."
Dean was biting his lip during my explanation in an attempt to suppress his laughter. I punched him softly in the arm while a smirk spread across my face.
"Dean! It's not funny!" I scolded him trying to contain my own laughter. "Do you know how hard it is to explain where I got it from?"
"Oh… Shit! Yeah… So, what's the official story?"
"My absentee boyfriend beats me then takes off, only to return to town periodically," I teased.
Dean rolled his eyes and retorted, "Oh yeah? Who is he? I'll rip his lungs out!"
I couldn't help it anymore and started to giggle. I kissed him lightly before replying in a more serious tone, "The official story is that I'm a klutz and I got hurt working on my car."
"Hmm… Sounds believable," he said as he pulled me into a tight hug. "I wish I could have been there to protect you. And… I'm sorry I'll be missing your birthday again. But third time's a charm, right? May I'll finally be here for your 18th birthday on the actual day."
"Oh… So you're not staying until the weekend?" I looked up and gave him a playful pout.
"Sorry Lay," he started then kissed my cheek as he looked down at me sadly. "I have to get to Ohio for this job and timing is crucial for it. I'm so sorry… But I really wanted to see you before your birthday."
"Well, it's better than not seeing you at all I guess," I replied. I stood up on my tip toes and kissed him. "Thank you for stopping by… It means so much to me."
"Here… I got something for you."
He wriggled out of my arms and opened the passenger side door. When he turned back around, he was holding a thin long package wrapped in silver paper.
"Oh my God! Dean, you shouldn't have!" I exclaimed as I took the box and gave him a hug.
While still being squeezed in my arms, he replied, "Happy Birthday Lay."
I ripped the paper of the present and Dean tossed it into the Impala so that I could open the box. Inside I found a silver bladed knife with a rosewood handle with the letters "AJ" branded into the bottom of the handle.
"Dean…" I started in absolute awe.
"The blade is pure silver. You need to remember to take it when you go after any shape shifters or werewolves, okay?"
Tears brimmed my eyes. "Dean… It's so beautiful. Thank you."
He leaned down and kissed me before continuing, "You need to be prepared for anything when you go on hunts."
"I will… I promise… So… Do you have to head out right away? You can't stay… Even for a little while?"
"No… Sorry, Lay. But I'll be back soon, okay?"
"You better! I still owe you your birthday gift. But if you come back next month, I could always just combo it with your Valentine's gift," I reasoned with myself as I held him tightly.
"Really?" He questioned while cocking an eyebrow. "Well, I might not be able to get back for Valentine's Day, but I'll be sure to get back before March, okay?"
"Okay… Please stay safe… And kick some ass!" I said into his chest as he held me. "I love you."
He kissed the top of my head. "Love you too. Now you steer clear of flying books."
"Promise… I'll be ducking faster in the future."
He gave me one last kiss before he crawled behind the wheel of the Impala and waved as he left town once again.
When I woke up, Dean was just coming back into our room while towel drying his hair.
He kneeled down beside the bed and said, "Hey Beautiful, how'd you sleep?"
I moved closer to him by lying on my stomach so that we were nose to nose at the edge of the bed. "I slept wonderfully." I finished by leaning in to kiss him.
Dean heaved a heavy sigh, took my hands in his and rested his chin on top of them. I could tell that there was something weighing on his mind by the sad look that overtook his face.
"You guys are leaving today, aren't you?" I asked with the utmost confidence that I had read his facial expressions correctly.
"Yeah… Sammy did some more research this morning and the storms we were looking at yesterday are getting more violent. We're pretty sure that means it's something we should be checking on. It's not too far away, so we don't have to leave right away, but we do need to leave today."
I closed my eyes and took a long deep breath before responding through a grumble, "Stupid Apocalypse."
When I opened my eyes, Dean was shaking from silently laughing. "Well Dean it is stupid… I hate that you have to leave so soon, I get why, but still hate it."
Dean leaned in to kiss me again and wrapped his hands around the back of my head. I rolled onto my back and pulled him down on top of me so that we would be more comfortable.
"Sam was going to start breakfast, but I think we have few minutes before everything's ready," Dean said with mischief in his eyes.
"Oh? Did you have anything in mind to kill some time?" I asked him as I shifted on the bed so my head was now on his pillow.
Dean lowered his body again onto mine and kissed my neck before making his way to my cheek and mouth. Dean started to undo my nightshirt as I tugged the bottom of his shirt to guide it off his torso.
While we working to undress each other, we heard a knock at the door.
"Addy? Addy? Are you awake?" Toby called through the door.
I flopped my head again the pillow while Dean rest his forehead on my chest. "Dammit! Great timing Tobs," I whispered to no one in particular.
"Just pretend you're still asleep," Dean quietly said.
"Dean… Seriously? The moment's kinda more than ruined now," I replied through a hushed tone.
"Fine, be that way," he retorted with a grin before kissing my lips softly and getting off the bed.
"Yeah Toby! I'm up!" I finally called back as I sat up and fastened the buttons on my shirt.
Dean had walked over to the door and opened it for Toby who was carry a tray with plate of fruit salad and French toast and two mugs of coffee.
"I thought you'd enjoy having breakfast in bed," he explained as he unfolded the small legs to stand it on the bed over my lap.
"Aww Toby you shouldn't have. Thanks Buddy," I reached over to pull him close so that I could kiss his cheek.
"Sam did all the hard work, I just came up with bringing it to you," he admitted sheepishly.
"Well it's a wonderful idea. Thanks again Toby," I said while squeezing his hand before picking up a mug of coffee with my left hand.
"Hey! You can use your left hand again!" Toby exclaimed cheerfully.
"Yep! And I can breathe easier too. I'm not 100% yet, but I'm getting there."
Toby went over and sat facing me on my side of the bed while I ate. He passed Dean the other mug of coffee and Dean made himself comfortable in the recliner along with a piece of toast he liberated from my plate. Toby helped himself to some fruit while we all sat there together.
"So does that mean you're going to be staying home for a while Addy?" Toby asked between bites.
I nodded as I drank another gulp of coffee. "I figured here is as good a place as any to heal up."
He looked over his shoulder at Dean and asked, "I know Addy said you can't stay forever, but will you be staying while she's recuperating?"
Dean shook his head and replied sadly, "No Toby, I won't. Sam and I found a job that we have to take care of as soon as possible… We're actually going to be leaving later today."
"Oh…" Toby responded forlornly.
"But that reminds me… Can I ask you a favor Toby?"
"Definitely! What is it?" He asked eagerly.
"Well… Since I have to leave before Lay is feeling better, do you think you could keep an eye on her for me and keep me updated about how much she's missing me?" He questioned with a playful grin.
"You can count on me Dean!"
Once I finished eating, Toby immediately hopped of the bed and taken charge of collapsing the legs on the tray before I could attempt to help.
"You're supposed to take it easy Addy," he teased before he turned to leave the room.
I walked over and sat on Dean's lap and kissed him softly and asked, "Did you just recruit Toby to be your spy?"
Dean gently tucked my hair behind each ear and smiled as he said, "I just want to know someone's watching out for you."
I put my head on his shoulder and cuddled in closer to his body.
"I wish you didn't have to go," I quietly whined.
"I know… But, the offer still stands… You could still come with us," he said as he kissed my head.
"Dean… Please don't start that again. I don't want our last moments together today to end with us fighting."
"Sorry… But I'm just saying," Dean replied with a shrug.
I decided not to let him bait me and hugged him one last time and stood up off his lap.
"Well I guess I should get dress and we should start the day," I said as I walked to my dresser and pulled out a pair of grey yoga pants and a blue and white baseball t-shirt. I place them on the bed and started to undo my night shirt.
Dean walked up behind me and hugged my waist while saying into my hair, "I'm sorry Lay. I really didn't mean to upset you."
I leaned back and kissed his cheek and replied, "I'm not mad Dean."
He stepped back and cocked an eyebrow asking, "Really? You're not?"
I pulled down my top and turned to face him. "How could I be? You're just doing what I told you to do. I hate that you're going so soon, but you have to. I'm okay… really. I just need some time to adjust. And you need to go and kick some ass."
Dean chuckled, "Okay, I will. And remember, I'm just a phone call away."
"No worries… You're already on speed dial," I answered coyly. "Now let's get you guys all set to hit the road."
When we got downstairs Toby was surfing through the channels trying to find something for him and Sam to watch.
"What about this Sam?" He asked hopefully.
Sam was looking at Dean and I with a slight frown on his face and when he didn't answer Toby looked up at him then followed his gaze to Dean and I in the doorway.
"Tobs, Sam and Dean have to get ready to head out to that job soon," I explained.
"Oh… okay," he replied as he turned the TV off. He had grown accustomed to my abrupt departures so he didn't seem fazed by Sam and Dean having to leave so soon.
Sam got up and walked towards me and I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"It was great to finally meet you Sam. If I haven't made it clear by now, I really do appreciate everything that you did for us…" I stopped as tears started to choke me.
"You're welcome Addy. Always happy to help," he replied as he squeezed me tightly in his arms.
I looked up at him and smiled, "You and Dean take care of each other out there."
"I promise we will... You take care of yourself too."
Toby had rushed over to Dean and gave him a hug as well.
"Thank you for everything Dean! You guys are the best! And don't worry; I'll keep an eye on Addy for you!"
Tears welled up in Dean's eyes and he was silent for a moment as he held the young boy in his arms.
"I'll always be there for you Toby. Anytime you need me, just call, okay? I'll try to get back for a visit as soon as I can," he managed to say without letting his emotions completely over take him.
Toby quickly turned and ran into Sam's legs, so Sam knelt down to engulf Toby into a large bear hug. Dean quickly turned into the kitchen, wiping tears from his cheeks and I followed him into the kitchen.
"Will you visit soon too Sam?" Toby questioned hopefully.
"Sure will Toby. You've got my number too, so call anytime you need us, okay?" Sam replied.
"Awesome! I will!" Toby released Sam from his grasp. "Can I help you carry your bags to the car?"
"Sure. Why don't you go and grab Dean's? Dean? You all packed?" Sam called towards the kitchen.
"Yeah!" Dean hollered back without showing himself to the other males. "I'll go up and get it in a second!"
"Don't worry! I got it Dean!" Toby yelled back as he followed Sam upstairs.
I held Dean's face in my hands and wiped the tears from his cheek with my thumbs.
"I didn't think it would be this hard to say goodbye Lay," he admitted with a hitch in his throat.
Unable to contain my own emotions any longer, I let a few tears escape my eyes as well. "I know what you mean… But we'll be fine…"
I couldn't continue because a huge lump had formed in my throat, so I pulled his lips to mine in a reassuring kiss. We didn't notice that Sam and Toby had returned to the kitchen until we hear the metallic clinking sound of the door lock being turned. After we pulled back from our embrace, Dean turned his back to Sam and Toby as he tried to regain his composure, wiping the moisture away from his face. I instinctively covered my mouth with my right hand and gave the two of them an apologetic look. However, neither of them had stopped to watch or scold us and they were already at the trunk of the Impala by the time I got to the door.
Dean met me at the door and wrapped an arm around my waist as he commented into my hair, "Guess this is it, huh?"
"Yep." I turned, pecked his lips and continued, "I love you Dean, never forget that."
"I love you too Lay…" He stopped before tears overtook him again.
He hugged me close one last time then continued to the Impala. There he hugged Toby one last time before heading to the passenger side of the car.
Toby then ran to the top of the stairs with me and I held him with my arms draped around his neck as his back was pressed against my chest. We stood there and waved as the Winchesters disappeared down the driveway en route to their next battle.
"Well Tobs… We should get you ready to head home too," I said once the car was out of view.
"Okay. I'll go upstairs and get my stuff together," he replied with a slight tone of remorse.
"While you do that I'll call your mom," I finished while ruffling his hair.
On his way upstairs, I heard two muffled voices coming from the living room instead of the sound of Toby's footsteps on the stairs. For a moment I forgot that no demon could enter my house and I tore over to the doorway in a mild panic. When I got there I was that Toby had wrapped his arms around Castiel's trench clad legs.
"…for everything. Will you be going with Sam and Dean on this hunt?"
Castiel kneeled down so he was eye level with Toby.
"Yes, I will be supporting the brothers on some of their assignments. I was happy to be of assistance to your family," Castiel answered in a slight monotone.
Toby threw his arms around Castiel's neck and exclaimed, "It's so cool that I can say I met an actual angel!"
Castiel pressed Toby close to him and I saw a bright light emit from the angel's hands and Toby quietly whimpered. I stepped forward trying not to immediately question Castiel because I didn't want to alarm Toby.
The young boy turned to me and whispered, "Wow! He has a tight grip!" before he continued up the stairs.
Once he was out of earshot, I turned to the angel and crossly questioned, "What the hell was that Castiel?"
"I should have spoken to you first, my apologies, but Toby will require protection now…"
"Protection? What did you do?" I interrupted anxiously.
"I engraved the same protection symbols onto Tobias' ribs that I have already etched onto the Winchesters to hid him from being found by any angels," he explained calmly.
"So Lucifer can't find him," I mused. "Oh… Sorry… Thank you." I apologized slightly embarrassed.
"No apologies are necessary Adelaide. I should have warned you before hand," he countered with a soft smile. He looked around the room and then questioned, "Where are Sam and Dean? I need to speak with them."
"Sorry Castiel, you just missed them. They're heading… Oh geez, I don't know where, but they headed out for a job. Dean did say that it wasn't too far from here… Umm… Bobby was doing research with them yesterday…" I continued nervously.
"That's alright Adelaide. I'll go to Bobby's or call them later," he interrupted mercifully.
"Okay… Please keep them safe Castiel."
He nodded then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
While I stood there feeling completely stunned, Toby came bounding down the stairs with his bag in hand.
"I think I've got everything Addy!"
I smiled down at him warmly and wrapped my right arm around his shoulder, "Okay Buddy, let's get you home."