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Dean kneeled down next to Addison and placed the detonator in her hand before she forced a small smile as she took hold of it. "Here you go, Addie," Dean said heavily.
"Thanks," she said with a forced and pain filled smile. "Get the bastard, Dean, and then get your ass back to Bobby's and you take care of my sister. She's going to need you, so, don't go dying on her too."
"I'll try," he said lowly before he leaned in and kissed her sweat laced forehead. "I'm sorry," he whispered and tears lined Addison's eyes as she looked at him and smiled sadly at him. As much as she hated to admit it, she liked Dean. He was a good man, even if he didn't think too highly of himself, he was.
"Don't be," she said quietly. "It was bound to happen sooner or later anyway." Dean gave her a look before he nodded his head and sighed softly. He stood and wiped at his face as he turned away and Sam kneeled down next to Addison, his hand going to her jean clad thigh. "Hey," she said and Sam gave her a strained smile.
"Addie-," he started but she didn't let him finish.
"Don't," she said and he squeezed her thigh before he nodded his head. "Sammy, I need you to do something for me."
"Anything," Sam said.
"Allie's holster and knife are in my boot," she said her eyes flickering to her right foot. "Give it back to her for me and tell her I love her." Sam nodded his head and turned to take the sheath off of her ankle and pulled the silver knife and its holster from her leg. "Okay you two," Addison said and Sam turned his head to look at her while Dean turned back around. "Take the chains off the doors, loosen up the salt line, and get out of here. You got a job to do." She looked up at Dean and the oldest Winchester took a deep breath before he nodded his head, glanced at his brother and slowly started to make his way towards the front of the store.
"Addison," Sam said, his voice raw with emotion, and she turned her eyes to him. "I'll see you on other side someday . . . maybe." After all he'd done, Sam wasn't so sure Heaven was going to be for him.
"You will; just make sure you make it in about fifty years, okay?" she said and Sam gave her a sad smile. "Remember, you're stronger than you or anyone else gives you credit for. You can do this." He swallowed hard before he moved forward and kissed her lips chastely. "Bye Sammy," she whispered as he pressed his forehead to hers and he pulled back from her. She had tears in her eyes and Sam nodded as he heard Dean start to take the chains from the door.
"Bye Addie," he said softly before he stood. After turning on the gas tanks, Dean quickly walked over to them and put his hand on Sam's arm before he pushed on him slightly. Sam looked at him briefly and the two then turned their eyes to Addison.
"Go," she said firmly as the doors started to shake and the Winchesters quickly left the hardware store, leaving Addison behind. Addison winced as she shifted her shoulders and put her thumb over the button Dean had placed in her hand and looked at the doors. She could hear the hellhounds barking, scratching at the cement outside the doors. "Come you on sons of bitches," Addison said softly, her voice shaking slightly, and as if hearing her taunt the doors broke open and she could hear their paws on the tiled floor as they flooded into the store.
Her body was giving into her injuries, but she kept herself awake and alert as she waited for them all to make their way inside. It wasn't until she felt the breath of one of them on the side of her face that she bent her thumb. It growled in her ear and she smiled bitterly. She closed her eyes and let a few tears fall from her eyes.
"Bye Allie," she whispered into wind before she pressed the button.
"She's gone," Allison said softly as she turned her tired eyes to Bobby and where he sat in his wheelchair behind his desk. It was late and it had been hours since Bobby had spoken to Dean, but it wasn't until that moment that Allison knew her sister was lost to her. It was almost like part of her was missing and no matter how many miles had been between them Allison had never felt that way before.
"You don't know that, Allie," Bobby told her as he took in the serious expression on her face. He knew she was probably right. Even when they were little if one of them got so much as a paper cut, the other would know. They were prime examples of twin ESP, and if Allison said her sister was gone, he believed her.
"Yeah, I do," Allison said as she sat back on the sofa and tilted her head back before she closed her eyes. Her hands went to her stomach and her son that was seemingly restless in his movements.
She turned her head to the side when she could no longer hold back her tears and a quiet sob escaped her lips followed quickly by another and then another. It was only seconds until she was openly sobbing. Bobby sighed softly before he wheeled around his desk and over to where she sat. He reached out and took her hand into his and her grip was instantly tight around his hand as he covered their joined hands with his other hand.
"It's going to be okay, Allie," he told her. "It's going to be okay." Allison continued to cry, her left hand on her stomach her right hand clinging to Bobby's as she grieved for her sister. Both didn't pay any attention to the time that passed as they sat there, Bobby with tears in his eyes as he tried to comfort Allison as best he could.
Slowly, her tears ebbed away and with little coaxing from Bobby, Allison laid back on the sofa and gave in to the emotional exhaustion that had been growing for the last six hours. Bobby carefully covered Allison's body before he wheeled himself back over to his desk, poured him a glass of whiskey, and downed the contents in one go. As he sat the glass back down on his desk, his phone rang and he quickly wheeled into the kitchen where the phone sat on the table and picked it up.
"Hello?" Bobby asked into the receiver.
"Bobby," came Dean's voice and Bobby let out a small sigh of relief as he closed his eyes.
"How'd it go?" he asked as he opened his eyes. "Dean?" he asked at the extended silent from the younger hunter on the other end of the line.
"It didn't," Dean said and Bobby frowned. "It didn't work, Bobby." Bobby sighed softly once again and turned his chair to look over at a sleeping Allison. "How is she?" Dean asked him quietly, his voice tight at the question.
"As expected, but she's asleep now," Bobby said heavily as he looked away from her. "Just get back as soon as you can."
"We'll be there in a few hours," Dean said before he hung up and Bobby took a deep breath as he hung up his phone and sat it down on the table beside him before he ran his hand down his face. He didn't know what they were going to do, but they would figure it out. They always did.
It was just past ten in the morning when the boys arrived back at Bobby's and Dean parked his car next to Allison's truck. The tailgate was open and Allison was struggling to get in the back of it. Dean and Sam glanced at each other before they quickly climbed from the car, Dean reaching Allison's side first.
"Allie, what are you doing?" he asked, his hands going around her upper arms and stopping her attempts to climb into the back of the truck before he turned her around to face him.
"I'm trying to get something out of the truck, but I can't get my fat ass on the tailgate," Allison said, her voice and face showing that she was on the verge of tears.
"Relax Allie," he said softly as he brought his hand to her face. "I'll get whatever it is you're looking for just tell me where it is." She sighed and closed her eyes as she sniffed quietly.
"It's in the left storage box and on the right side," she said as she opened her eyes and Dean lowered his hands from her face. "It's a dark red leather book."
"I got it," he said, pausing for a moment to place a kiss on the left side of her head before he climbed up into the back of the truck with ease. Sam slowly approached Allison and she rubbed her eyes before she looked up at the taller of the Winchester men.
"Hi Sam," Allison said quietly and he gave her a small smile.
"Hey," he said. "How are you?" She gave him a sad smile and smoothed her shirt over her stomach.
"Not great," she said honestly just as Dean jumped down from the tailgate to stand next to her.
"Here you go," he said as he held out the book to her and she took it from him before she cradled it to her chest and looked up at him.
"Thanks," she said before she made her way to the house. Dean sighed as he watched her walk away before he turned around and slammed the tailgate and the door of the topper shut.
"Dean," Sam said and Dean pressed his hands against the glass of the topper door in front of him as he bowed his head.
"What Sam?" Dean asked heavily.
"She's going to be okay," he said and Dean pushed off the truck before he turned around and looked at his brother.
"Were you okay when the hellhounds tore me to shreds?" Dean asked and Sam gave Dean a look that made the slightly older hunter sigh as he ran his hand down his face. "At least you had a body to bury. I can't even give Allie that."
"It's not your fault, Dean," Sam said.
"The hell it isn't," Dean said. "If it wasn't for me, Addie would still be alive." With that Dean turned away from his brother and started for the house. Sam took a deep breath and followed after his brother, but note before stopping to grab their bags from the car.
When Dean got inside, Allison was sitting on the sofa in the library with the red book Dean had pulled out of the truck for her open and resting on her stomach as she looked at the first page. Dean glanced in the kitchen and saw Bobby sitting at the table, bottle of whiskey and empty glass in front of him as he stared at the tabletop. Dean shrugged off his jacket as he walked over to Allison and he draped it on the arm of the small sofa before he sat down next to her, his left arm wrapping around her shoulders as he turned the eyes to the pages of the took only to see it was actually a photo album. The photograph on the page was of two sleeping babies lying on a baby blanket that was spread out over a queen sized bed.
"Our mom started this album when Addie and I were born," she said, her eyes still on the image before she lifted her right hand and pointed to the baby on the left. "That's Addie and that's me," she said as she moved her finger to the other baby. "Did you know that it was our dad that got out mom into hunting?" she asked as she looked at him.
"No," Dean said quietly as she shook his head. Sam quietly made his way into the library after setting their bags down in the hall. Sam sighed and went into the kitchen, leaving the two of them on their own for now.
"He came from a long line of hunters," Allison said as she returned her eyes to the album and turned a few pages. "He actually met Mom on a job and he fell head over heels in love with her," she added quietly as she smiled at the picture she stopped at.
Dean looked at the photo she stopped on and smiled sadly at the image of a very young Addison and Allison with their parents. It was obviously a professional family portrait, and Dean could see where the girls got their looks. Their mother was a beautiful woman with the same brown hair, soft eyes, and pale skin as her daughters.
"Our life was never normal, but Mom did her best to try and make it as normal as possible despite everything," she said. "This picture was taken at some mall in west Texas two months before she was killed on a job. Addie and I were only eight at the time and from then on things were never quite the same," she said softly and Dean tightened his arm around her shoulders. "They're all gone, Dean," Allison whispered as a few tears fell from her eyes. "All of them." The album slipped from her hands and fell onto the floor at her feet before Dean wrapped her up in his arms as she buried her face in his neck. Her sobs echoing into the kitchen and making Bobby and Sam look at each other with sad expressions.
"Shh," Dean whispered as he held her as close as he could and closed his eyes. "Allie, it's going to be okay," he said softly into her hair as he gently rocked her. "You're not alone in this," he said as he opened his eyes. "You've got me," he continued, his hold tightening, "and you've got Sam and Bobby; Chris and Emily; hell, even Cas has a soft spot for you, and that's saying something." He was trying to lighten the mood, but he knew he was failing.
"It just hurts so much, Dean," she said weakly as her tears quieted. He sighed softly as he ran his right hand up and down her back before he lifted his head and kissed her cheek.
"I know," he said as he pressed the side of his head to hers, "and I'm sorry, Allie. I'm so sorry." Allison sniffed and pulled back slightly as she looked at him and Dean raised his right hand to the side of her face. "I love you, Allie," Dean said easily as he wiped at the tears on her left cheek with his thumb. Allison knew that Dean felt guilty for what happened even though it wasn't his fault.
"I love you too," she whispered back and Dean leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss that both were desperately needing. Slowly, he pulled back and Allison let out a heavy sigh as she pulled away from Dean and rested her back against the sofa before she rubbed at her face and dried her tears. Dean leaned forward and picked up the album from the floor before he closed it and sat it on Bobby's desk. He sat back and Allison too his left hand with her right and laced their fingers together before she rested her head on his shoulder.
They sat like that for a only a few minutes before they heard the small TV Bobby had in the kitchen turn on and the news anchors talking. Dean was the first to stand before he helped Allison from the sofa and they made their way into the kitchen, hands still interlocked, where Sam and Bobby were watching the news. Allison sighed softly ass he rested her free left hand on her stomach to try and still her suddenly restless son.
"It's only going to get worse, isn't it?" she asked no one in particular and Dean squeezed her hand slightly.
"Probably," Bobby said heavily.
"Is it a fight we can really win?" she asked and Dean let go of her hand before he moved closer to her and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"We're going to try," he said and she swallowed hard before she rested her head on his shoulder as she ran her hand down her stomach. Hope for victory was getting a little harder to hold on to, but she was going to white knuckle it and hang on. After all, it was the only thing that kept her sane.