The Orinia (Part 2 of Nellwyn's advetures)

M.I.A

I pulled into my driveway. My home lay all fixed up with a for-sale sign staked in the grounds of the front yard.

"Come on." I said, getting out of the car and ripping the for sale sign out of the ground, throwing it in the trash as I lead Kelly into the house. The key was still in it's hiding spot. It was late, I felt something twist in me. Something was wrong at the bunker. I didn't like it. I let Kelly sit on the couch and let out a sigh.

"What's wrong?" Kelly asked.

"Nothing. Nothing. Do you want something to drink?" I asked.

"Yes... thank you." She said.

"You can get some rest in... the room down here." I said. She nodded.

I got her the drink and led her to the room that used to be my own. We had traveled for a few days. I kept ignoring that gnawing feeling that something was wrong. The flashes of death in my head. The feeling that Sam and Dean were in trouble. I tried to push it out of my head. My house was all neat and pristine as if that horrid fire had never happened. How long had it been since I had been back there? For the first night and day that we were there, I wandered around the house, relishing in both good and bad memories.

The second day I sat with Kelly, laughing and talking as if nothing was wrong. Of course, I was keeping watch. I had remembered some things from the bunker and had warded my home against, well, against everything. But now we were fixing up my room. It was becoming a nursery. We painted, we argued. Kelly broke down a few times, dismaying over her son. I promised her everything. I promised that I'd raise her son into something she's proud of.

I looked at my phone when it lit up with a text instead of buzzing with a phone call. I opened it to read it.

'Nell, I know you're M.I.A right now, but if you get this. Please. Watch your back. The British Me of Letters have an A.P.B out on American Hunters. And you're a big 'to-do' mark on their list.' Was all it said. I sucked in a breath and turned off my phone. Watch my back. I knew that, I already knew to do that. I looked over to Kelly, who was nodding off, laying on the couch. A war was starting. Something was starting. I wanted to help Sam and Dean. But I couldn't leave Kelly by herself, I just couldn't. Besides, if they were really watching us like I thought. Well they knew were I was, and I would have to protect my home and hold down the fort. I didn't want to tell Kelly any of these things I knew. I didn't want her to know that while she was sleeping, probably tomorrow night, I would be outside ripping people apart. Fighting.

I had to protect Kelly and the baby. I had to... watch my back, not just for me. But for Sam and Dean and Castiel and Lucifer and Crowley and all those other hunters that died, and all the ones that were alive.

"Your stressed." Kelly set a hand on my arm. I looked at her.

"I'm always stressed." I said.

"He... wants to give you something. A gift." She rubbed her stomach then motioned for me to come closer. I did. "Lay down, just for a little while." Kelly nodded. I laid my head down on her like I had laid my head on Mary all that time ago. I closed my eyes and felt something flood through me. Something warm and safe.

I felt... something good coursing through me.