If Only We Were Us

2. The Church

Opening my eyes I found it was just me in the Impala. Stretching I looked around to find the car sat in a parking lot of a church. Stepping out to walk a little I noticed the church looked familiar. Last night before I had dozed off, Dean had said something about going to South Dakota. Walking to the glass doors it hit me then that we had to be somewhere around Nebraska. I had mixed feelings about the state. I wanted to get the hell out of here, and stay as long as this hunt would allow all in one. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I spotted Sam and Dean near the front of the church. Several times I had overheard the brothers talking about the hunt while I drifted in and out of dreams.
     "It's about time you woke up." Sam commented.
     "Yeah. Not my fault you two blabbermouths kept me up all night." The edges of my lips curled before all the sudden I came to a halt. Looking down the row to my right, my mind ran out of things to occupy it enough for me to avoid all the bad memories of this place. Of this town. Yet not all of them were necessarily horrible. 
     "Sorry to keep you boys waiting-" his knowing voice came to a stop. I could feel his eyes on me as I slowly turned mine to his. He took a breath as I slowly walked to him.
     "Father." I spoke as he took my outstretched hand in both of his. Suddenly huge smiles formed over our lips as the aging man pulled me into his arms.
     "TS! My girl... look at how you've grown." Abel burst as he held both my shoulders.
     "It's been that long since I've been here, hasn't it?"
     "I am happy and afraid to say so."
     I gave a small laugh. "You haven't changed a bit."
     Father Abel's voice grew quiet. "But you have." 
Someone cleared their throat, reminding the two of us there were others here too. Abel kept his hand on my shoulder as we both faced the Winchester brothers. Dean gave me a look as if I would rat them out or say something they couldn't back up later.  
     "Father Abel, meet my uncle Robbie and his friend Dick." I looked at him and smiled.
     "What did you call her a second ago?" Sam asked.
     "Well Robbie it's a nickname I had given her a long time ago. TS, it stands for tropical storm. That's exactly what your niece was when she stayed here."
Sam managed to cover a chuckle as we walking through the church halls so Abel could do his rounds. I started to get confused when no kids walked out the doors and ran around. Only people who came to worship or helped with the building upkeep.
     "Where are all the kids?" I asked.
     "The last was adopted out about three years after you left here. It's now being looked down upon for children to be raised in the house of the Lord." It was quiet for a while as I tried to process what I had been told.
     "Do you happen to know anything about the recent murders?" Dean spoke out of nowhere.  
     "I may. Why would you like to know?" Abel stopped us as he and I now faced the brothers.
     Dean reached into his coat pocket and with a glance at Sam, the younger followed suit. "FBI, Agents Seger and Lee. We're here about the recent murders."
     With a surprised look, it soon turned to disappointment. "Uncle Robbie I thought you said you turned down the case so we could actually go on vacation for once."
     "Plans change sweetheart." Dean looked to me.
     I looked back at him. "I'm not surprised you're the one to talk my uncle into this Dick."
     "Father, if we could talk to you alone." Dean looked away from me, probably having enough.
     "Yes." And the three moved back the other way.

With a sigh I kept going down the hall seeing the place had hardly changed since I was last here. All the sudden I came across a familiar place: my old room.
Pushing the door open I walked in, grinding my hand on the wall. Looking around I did a small spin as I inspected the area. Laying on the bed I spread my arms out while closing my eyes. I was remembering what it was like to be here, in the happier days when I was just meeting Cas. With a deep breath I blinked as I looked over at the dusty dresser. As I sat up I noticed something still on there. After I stood I went over and picked up the picture. Smoothing my thumb over it I rid it of the dust. It was a picture of my mother and I, but her half was faded and washed out. There was another below it where I could make out her figure, but the side that shown my father was stained.
     "All these years I was planning to send them to you. Well, I would have gotten them restored first." Father Abel's voice came into the room.
     "I think they're a little beyond repair." I told lowly after a little bit.
     "Nonsense." Abel came in and set a hand on my shoulder. "With a little time anything can be repaired. Maybe not all in this life, but definitely in the next."
In that moment I realized just how much I missed father Abel's little teachings. He was shocked for a second after I threw my arms around him. Slowly he did the same. That was when I caught Dean's figure as he turned away. It happened to be right as Able explained they were going to go investigate and I was to stay here.

A/N

Short chapter, yes I know.
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