Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 32:

Viper's pov:

I waited until Dean had fallen asleep before I got up and slipped my jeans back on, leaving my long led Zeppelin shirt flowing on top of them. I walked lightly down the stairs and checked every corner before grabbing my jacket and keys and heading out the door. Harley, Sam, Bobby, even Dean didn't trust me anymore. They didn't think I could hunt anymore and I planned to prove them wrong. I grabbed one of Sam's notebooks from the top of the pile on my way. I opened it and looked for the wearhouse address. A little while later I found it and made my way down the road. Luckily for me Sam had the lambs blood and silver dagger in a bag downstairs and I nicked them on my way out the door. After about 20 minutes I reached the wearhouse, stepping out and walking to the trunk. I pulled out everything I would need. The dagger, a few vials of lambs blood, and my pistol with silver bullets, just in case I needed to stun the son of a bitch first. I walked into the wearhouse and could feel the cold air pressing against my body. I continued to walk through, seeing empty bags of blood scattered unevenly on the ground. Any other time I would have been terrified. I would've called Harley or Dean. But not now. Now the only thing that was on my mind was killing that Dijnn. The slight sound of footsteps made me freeze, turning around slowly, bringing my pistol up. A tall man emerged from the shadows, his eyes glowing blue. "There you are," I stated. "You son of a bitch." I shot my pistol and he disappeared. I knew he wouldn't be gone for long. I went to turn on my heal before something flung me back against the wall. I slid down to the ground in pain. The man neared me, bright blue tattoos growing across his skin. I tried to open the vial and get my knife but I was too late. The 'thing' grabbed me by my face, lifting my feet off the ground. I could nearly feel my face cracking under his grip. Then everything submerged to blackness.

Harley's pov:

*5 am the next morning*

"Damnit Bobby! I told you we should've locked her down!" I yelled, searching the hose for Viper a second time.

"Watch your tone with me, Missy." He sternly stated. I sighed in frustration. "She went to Hell, Harley. She was in a cage for long enough, you really wanna lock her in another one the second she gets her ass out of the fire pit?" He asked. I sighed, lighted this time, looking down.

"What do we do Bobby?" I asked, looking up.

"I have a feeling I know where she went," Dean stated, walking in from checking the perimeter of the house a few times. "she went to gank the Dijnn. Asked me last night if I thought the silver and lambs blood would really kill him." He sighed. "I should've known."

"No, it's my fault." I stated, "I should've stayed up, kept watch."

"Who cares who's fault it is right now we need to go get her back, alright?" Sam spoke up, walking into the room with a bag of supplies. I nodded lightly, packing my own bag before Sam, Dean, Bobby, and I exited the house.

Viper's pov:

I woke up, my body warm under the unfamiliar white fluffy comforters. I looked around slightly, not remember this place at all. I got up and looked for the knife I usually kept under all of my pillows, even at motels, and it wasn't there. "Shit." I mumbled to myself. I walked down the hall a little bit, nothing looking familiar to me. Along the halls were pictures of me, Harley, Dean, and Sam. Pictures of my parents, Mary and John. It was the weirdest thing ever. I scratched my head, wondering what was even going on. I heard someone in the kitchen and walked towards it slowly, ready to fight whatever monster was on the other side. I turned the corner and before I even had time to react something wrapped around my legs. I looked down in shock.

"Mommy!" I heard. I stared for a second before half smiling. It wasn't a monster at all it was a small child.

"Mommy?" I questioned quietly, looking over to see Dean standing at the stove, holding another, smaller, child. He turned to me with a smile.

"Look who's up, Dal." He said to the little boy, putting him down. The littler one ran to me and I hugged him.

"Dean, what's going on?" I questioned slightly, standing up again.

"Dallas, Presley, go outside for a second. Mommy and Daddy are gonna talk." Dean told the little boys. They frowned in response. "It's about your Christmas presents." He smirked at the boys. They giggled in response and ran out the back door. I looked over at him after watching the boys. I stared in confusion. "You alright, Sweetheart?" He asked me, rubbing my arm.

"Uh-yeah, we have kids?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah. We do. You should know, you were there after all." He chuckled. "What's gotten into you?" He asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "Too much whiskey I guess." I laughed lightly. "Any new cases?" I asked, changing the subject to something I at least knew a little about.

"Cases?" He narrowed his eyes.

"We're hunters, remember?" I laughed.

"I only hunt in the Fall, with dad. Bow seasons not even near. Are you sure you're alright?" He questioned. I shook my head.

"Where's Harley? Or Sam?" I asked.

"They should be coming soon, they're taking the kids to see their grandparents first." He replied. I nodded lightly. "You hungry?" He questioned, holding up pancakes.

"No, thanks, babe. I wanna go shower." I stated. He nodded and kissed me before I headed back upstairs. I couldn't seem to wrap my head around everything going on. I got out shortly after and started to walk downstairs.

"Vi!" I heard my sister call.

"Uh-uh, Hey Scout." I replied. She looked odd, she looked happy. Her eyes glimmered with joy.

"Scout? I haven't heard that name in years." She laughed.

"Yeah? Well isn't that somethin'." I chuckled awkwardly.

"Aiden Lee, Adalee Faith, Why don't you go say hi to your Aunt, Vi?" Sam said, patting two children on the backs. A little girl and a little boy, twins. Although the girl resembled Harley with blond hair and blue-green eyes. The boy looked a lot like Sam, same nose, same hair.

"Hey, Aunt Vi!" The little girl cheered, running to me.

"Hey, girl." I smiled, not knowing her name, and hugged her.

"So get this," miniature Sam said, sitting on my knee to tell me a story.

"Well, I can see the resemblance." I chuckled towards Sam. The little boy finished his story and I told the kids that Dallas and Presley were outside. They ran in excitement and I stood up, walking to Harley.

"Two kids," I shook my head.

"Well, three.." She stated quietly.

"Huh?" I looked over at her, then down at the hand rubbing her slightly bumped belly. "Holy shit!" I stated loudly.

"Vi! The cussing." Dean stated, pointing outside towards the kids.

"My bad." I stated, turning back to Harley. "Really? Wow, that's-that's great!" I beamed. She smiled.

"I figured why not, Sam's a lawyer, I just got my new RN job at the hospital. It's perfect timing." She smiled. I nodded.

"Speaking of jobs, I've talked to you about mine right?" I asked.

"Yeah?" She questioned laughing. "After the local FBI work 'got boring', so you say, you quit and became a stay at home mom." She stated. I sighed.

"A stay at home mom?" I questioned in disgust.

"It's what you've always dreamed of." She smiled, patting my back.

"Yeah, a dream come true." I stated. "Too good to be true." I mumbled.

"I'm sure it seems like that some days," she smiled. I nodded and laughed awkwardly. Soon I remember what had happened. The Dijnn, the wearhouse, it all flooded back to me. Should've known something like this was too good to ever be possible.