Running with the Winchesters || PLL & SPN crossover

Hunting the truth

''The Crocotta is what we would call a level 3 monster, depending on how trained you are.'' Sam announces to Spencer and I in the study as we all sit around and rummage through books, ''Why do we need to be trained?'' Spencer asks curiously, She made a good point. Dean stood up as he pointed at us with his beer in hand ''That's exactly why, Crocotta's can shape shift and mimic any voice.'' Dean informs us as I 'ah-ha' with mouth movements ''Any ones?'' I question as Dean and Sam nod in sync ''It can fool you, It can act and sound like any human.'' Sam tells us as he slides us a picture of what looks to be a normal human being - besides the fact that it has fangs for teeth that look like they could rip out  your jugular in one swift brush. 

''Training ladies!'' Dean chimes as he throws his hands up in the air, Spencer and I exchange a curious look as she shrugs her lips.

Tying my hair back into a tight pony tail as Spencer, Sam, Dean, Cas and I all get ready for Dean and Sam to teach us how to protect ourselves. Hanging out side the bunker as Cas stands against the bunker's railing; Watching tentatively with nervous and anxious eyes. ''You guys do know that Spencer is the highest level in every martial arts out there?'' I laugh as Spencer hits my arm playfully ''Martial arts will do you nothing with monsters.'' Dean was blunt, Right to the point and I liked that. I liked that he didn't fluff up the monster and make it seem all pretty and easy. ''The only ways you can kill a Crocotta is either by stabbing it in the back of the neck or - shooting it with salt bullets.'' Sam announces like we are a class, I guess we kind of are since Spencer and I have no clue what we are getting into. Spencer isn't going on the hunt, She just wants to join in so she knows a few things when it comes to the supernatural.

''Wait guns?'' Spencer was alarmed by the sound of it, Dean started laughing; Covering his mouth with his hand as Sam nodded with a ''what-did-you-expect'' kind of look. ''Oh, I'm out.'' Spencer said abruptly as she held up her arms, Joining Cas on the railing. 

''Ready?'' Dean asks me with a cocky smirk as he rolls up his sleeves ''If I knew what we were doing I would be.'' I chuckled as Dean rolled his eyes at me ''Lay down.'' Dean told me as I looked over at Spencer, Wondering what the hell we were about to do. I obliged and laid down on the ground ''Choke hold.'' Dean announced what he was about to do as Sam studied the situation curiously. I propped my knees up as Dean slid in between my legs ''Okay, I can't take you seriously. Sam could you please..'' I began, Feeling bad but I knew Dean wouldn't be able to go through with it and that he'd be asking if he was hurting me. ''Yeah sure.'' Sam laughed as Dean scrunched his nose at me with an evil glare, Sam got into the same position which was so awkward on so many levels but I dealt with it. ''If I hurt you, I'm sorry.'' I apologize before hand as Sam hovers over me ''First I'm going to see how well you do on your own, Then I'll show you what to do.'' Sam instructed as I nodded; Sam nodded in agreement as he placed his hands around my throat, Pressing on it so I actually couldn't breathe. I don't know if it was by instinct or by chance, But I brung my hand up and pushed on the inside of  Sam's elbow - Causing his arm to cave as I twisted my body; Flipping us over so I was on top of him. ''Did that hurt?'' I laughed, proud and amazed with myself.

Standing up and dusting myself off ''How did you?'' Dean questioned speechless as he looked from Sam to I quickly, Amazed and surprised. Shrugging my shoulders with hands in the air, ''No really, Aria. That's impressive.'' Sam commented, As amazed as Dean was.

''Okay, You may have out did that one but how bout this.'' Dean said challenging me, I don't think he liked that I knew what I was doing, I don't even know how I knew what to do. Maybe it just came naturally to me or maybe all the anger I had built up over the years gave me the strength and motivation to be stronger. ''Dean, No.'' Cas ordered as Dean brought out a pistol and aimed it at me, I looked over at Cas ''It'll be fine,'' I assured him. ''Okay, I'm about to shoot you. What do you do?'' Dean questioned, interested in my technique. I studied the situation for a few seconds then pulled the gun from in front of the trigger, Hitting the inside of Dean's arm; Right in the center of his arm - Causing him to let go of the gun, Grabbing in into my hand and turning it around on him. ''Wow.'' Dean simply said impressed as he stood their dazed with unblinking eyes. Spinning the gun around and handing Dean the grip as he slowly and cautiously eyed me; Then grabbed it out of my hand.

''Cas come here, You do it.'' Dean gave up, Walking towards Sam as they crossed their arms in examination. Cas slowly made his way to me ''I don't want to hurt you, Aria.'' Cas apologized, I patted Castiel's shoulder ''You won't.'' I reassured him as he made one single head nod. Pushing me up against the wall with both arms on my shoulders so I had no where to go. ''Are you okay?'' Cas asked me genuinely concerned. A short giggle escaped my pressed lips as I grabbed onto Castiel's thumb and twisted his arm around, Making him fall to the ground in pain. Letting go, I brush my hands together with an innocent smile as all the boys look at me in shock with dropped jaws, Spencer more so gave me a proud look; Like she knew I had it in me.


Packing the last of my things for the hunt, Not needing all that much besides the essentials. 'Need help?'' Spencer popped into my door way as I zipped a bag close, One full of hunting gear for Dean and the other full of my clothes for the weekend.  ''Yeah could you take this?'' I ask Spencer as I hand her the very over weight bag full of hunting supplies.

Spencer and I drop the bags in the back of the impala ''I'll see you when I get back.'' I smile at Spencer as she takes me into a warm hug, Losing our grasp as I sit in the impala with Sam; Waiting on dean.


||Deans P.O.V||

A calm hunt was needed, I love the bunker and I love staying home and doing nothing but hunting is in my blood. Some people have art as a hobby, I have killing monsters as a hobby. It's something you grow use to and I will go down hunting, Hell I wouldn't doubt that some hunter quote will be engraved on my tomb stone. Been thinking about death way too much recently, Having eleven years to live before those ugly ass hell hounds come to get me has been destroying me. Sam doesn't know, Aria sure as hell will never know and I thought I was doing it for the greater good some where out there in the world. That it would protect everyone I love but each day that goes on, It gets harder to keep it a secret. I'll die married to Aria, Living with Aria and in love with Aria. I'll die knowing my brother has found the one he is suppose to be with and that he is happy, But the thing is I'll be leaving a whole lot. Not only a brother that needs me but a wife that needs me, These thoughts taunt me at night. It's like I know the harder I try to forget, the more I remember. 

Brushing through the dresser of Aria's and my own, Picking out whatever clothes I manage to come across for the well deserved hunt. I was still dead set on Aria staying at the bunker but she was right, I'm not going to be around forever and one day she may stumble upon a creature and she would have no clue as to what to do. Of course I can't tell her this so instead of getting in to it, I agreed - which is by far the dumbest idea I've ever had. 

''Dean?'' A hollow tone asks out of the blue, I cock an eyebrow as Castiel stands in the doorway ''Yeah?'' I simply ask as I sort through the pile of clothes, Figuring out which to take and which to leave behind. Knowing I'll take the one's Aria loves most on me because my god, I love that smile of hers. She has this way of just melting everybody in the room with a single glance, I don't know how or why I got this lucky.  Despite what the world says, I must of done something right. ''There is something I've been needing to tell you.'' Cas's tone was hard as I glanced over at him; Narrowing my eyes with a clenched jaw ''You better not have touched Aria again.'' I spat in anger, Feeling the rage build up in my chest. Cas narrowed his eyes and shook his head, Relief washed over me as I sat down on the bed. Opening up my hands ''What is it then?'' I questioned with open ears, ''You won't tell that I said anything?'' Cas asked for confirmation as I shook my head, Not having all day. Cas went into his trench coat pocket, Pulling out something that looked like scrunched up toilet paper. ''You're giving me.. Toilet paper?'' I questioned dumb founded - Had Castiel finally lost his mind? ''It's whats inside.'' Cas said slowly, Handing me something wrapped in toilet paper. 

Sitting on the bed with a smug expression, Not impressed by what ever Castiel was trying to pull. Unwrapping the smooshed pieces of toilet paper, Throwing my head back quickly as I started laughing ''It's a pregnancy test, Cas.'' I chuckled at what Cas had handed me ''Aria's.'' Cas simply said, My face went hard as my eyes flew up to Castiel in realization; Wide and shocked, Feeling like someone had just punched me in the throat. 

Springing off the bed, Pushing Castiel out of the door way as he grabbed my arm ''Don't do it Dean.'' Cas was stern with pleading eyes, I shook off his arm and giving him a dead glance.

Slamming the bunker door shut behind me, I run up the stairs with the pregnancy test still in hand; Making my way to the impala angrily as I see Sam's eyes questioning me as I approach the passenger side of the impala, Swinging the door open ''Get out of the car!'' I yell at Aria as she sits there with bulging eyes, In fear. My intention wasn't to scare her but I couldn't control how angry I was. ''Okay..'' Aria's dark green eyes staring at me in fear, an apprehensive tone as she guardedly got out of the car. 

Taking her aside, Not really giving two shits who hears. ''What the hell is this?!'' My tone rises as I hold up the pregnancy test, Aria's face retreats backwards as a loud gulp escapes her perfectly plump pink lips. ''That's uh.. Spencers.'' She lied to me, Letting her eyes wander around the scenery but never landing on me. ''Bullshit.'' I called her out with a blunt; aggravated tone. 
''Why didn't you tell me? Am I not worth knowing?!'' snarling into her face bitterly, Aria's mouth slumped closed, her face filling with guilt as I eased up my stance and attempted to relax my face. ''Come on, Answer me!'' I thrived for the answer with clenched teeth and a death grip on the pregnancy test ''You're not ready!'' Aria's mouth curled into a frown with apologetic eyes. My nostrils flared, Heat rising up to my face with the help of clenched fists that were curled into balls.

Throwing my feet towards the impala, Flipping open the trunk and pulling out Aria's duffel bag as she stood there watching me while sobbing to herself. Begging me to stop but I was so far gone that I couldn't pull myself back from the edge. Slamming my palms down on the back of the impala as the trunk came to a close, Throwing Aria's duffel bag on the ground with the eyes of a thousand knives. Shooting Aria an unsympathetic glare through slits, Opening the impala door and starting the engine as Sam fusses in the back seat for me to stop; Putting it in drive as I stare out the mirror; Disappointed and raging, Then putting my foot on the gas; Throwing the test out on the window as I left Aria and the bunker behind.


||Aria's P.O.V|| 

How did Dean find out, He must have been clearing out the trash or something to ever stumble upon it. I should of hid it better, Threw it in the river so no one could ever recover it or I could went the more simple route and just told him the truth. It's too dangerous to have a child, Not only because of him but also because of my past and he isn't ready. Dean doesn't know what he's getting himself into, I don't want Dean to end up hating himself or becoming like his own father.

Snuggled up to a pillow on the couch, Stretched out as I cry into it. Violent sobs escaping my mouth, Weeping with all the power that I had in me. A gentle touch stroked my back, Softening my cries as they came to a halt. Sniffling and stuffed sinuses as I some how managed to sit up on the couch, Realizing the soft touch was of Castiel. ''Cas, You can go with the boys.'' I wiped the remaining tears and smudged make up off my face, Feeling though my eyes heavy as I looked at a agonized Cas as he hung his head to the side. ''One tree hill?'' I managed to pull a small smile across my face, Castiel nodded kindly as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face ''It's okay.'' His tone mono as he spoke deep into my soul.

Curled up into Castiel's side as One Tree Hill played on the t.v screen, Spencer had left early, Something about figuring out what she wanted - who she wanted. Me on the other hand, Had absolutely nothing to do tonight and that scared me because I knew I'd be sitting here over analyzing every last detail.
Cas's arm slid over my back, lightly trailing his hand up and down my side as I hid my face into my sleeve.   Indulging in the episode where Nathan makes it into the NBA and tells Haley, An episode full of joy, love and smiles and yet I feel like crap - Worse then crap actually. It was like my heart had fell into my stomach and I was in the struggle of either throwing up or balling my eyes out.
''Thank you.'' I politely said to Cas as I looked up at him, Ruffling his hair like he was a child that just won a game or did a good deed. ''Least I can do.'' Castiel's lips tugged up at the corners. ''I'm assuming, Based solely on Dean, Sam and yourself that you are in need of food.'' Castiel acknowledged my human traits, A sweet smile caressing my face; Castiel's eyes a light shade of topaz from the t.v reflecting off of them ''Food would be good.'' I hadn't noticed how hungry I was until Cas brought it up, I probably wouldn't have noticed either. 

The couch creaked as Castiel got up, Grabbing my phone off the table and checking it out of habit; No missed calls and no text messages, I tap on Sam's name; Taking a minute to think of what to say with out him being mad at me also. ''Is he okay?'' I finally sided with, Sending it quickly then putting my phone back in the same place it had been on the stack of car magazines in the living room. In seconds Castiel was back with brown paper bags in hand ''I got your favourite, Theodora's.'' Castiel let a slight smile cross his delicate face as he held the bags up.

Theodora's was one of my all time favourite restaurants to eat at when I lived in Rosewood, It was out side of Rosewood so it took about twenty minutes to get their depending on traffic, Ezra and I actually use to eat there all the time and being pregnant, I was craving their Cesar salad; How Cas knew that shall remain a mystery.

''You know what would make this perfect?'' I questioned Castiel, Knowing there was no way it would happen but a girl could dream. In the blink of an eye, Cas and I were standing in the middle of an all to familiar school court. ''How did you know?'' My brows furrowed as Cas simply shrugged, Like he had guessed. 

Sat at one of the many dark blue lunch tables at Rosewood High, Eating a way at my dinner as Castiel eyed me curiously. ''Do I have something on my face?'' Wiping my face as I spoke, Castiel shook his head; With in that second my phone chimed, Peeling it out of my pants pocket as I read the text from Sam

'Getting there, Are u ok?' 

Sighing to myself, Questioning if I should even respond; I knew if I didn't Sam would be worried about me. 

'Sad' I simply replied, My attention going back to Cas and my dinner which was so delicous, It tasted better then it ever had. ''They're calling for you aren't they?'' I asked Castiel with my elbows propped on the table ''Yes. They have been for the past two hours.'' Castiel informed me, I arched a brow ''Then why are you still here?'' It came out rude but I was genuinely curious ''Someone has to make sure you're okay.'' Cas didn't look at me when he spoke, He more so examined my food but he was sincerely worried about me. 

''Cas, Can you find me a pen?'' I ask with a polite tone, Knitted brows join on Cas's face as he is gone in the blink of an eye and back with in the next second; Handing me a pen. 
Yanking the napkin from underneath my to-go box, I scribble on to it ''I'm sorry, I love you.'' 
''Give this to Dean.'' I whisper to Castiel as he tilts his head in confusion, I fold the napkin twice then place it in Castiels hand - In a flash; He's gone.

Castiel had only been gone about a minute, But I grew curious sitting inside the same court I had for nearly four years. Walking up to the doors of the school, Tugging them open with no problem. Why the school was unlocked at 9 o'clock at night was far beyond my knowledge, But being as nostalgic as I am, I went inside.

Walking down the long halls which felt like I was a ghost in a forgotten place, Sure the school was still used but it was like every mistake and memories from my past was chasing me down each hallway and each corner I turned. Like I had died here when I left, Ridiculous, I know. 
Setting foot in the cafeteria, Hearing soft sounds of footsteps behind me. I back into a table, Realizing there isn't really anywhere to go besides under a table which would be the most horrible hiding place in the history of ever. 

The footsteps get closer as a shadowed figure approaches me, Taking a deep breath in fear of what was about to happen. ''Aria?'' I heard the all to familiar voice call out as the moonlight flashed on his face, Lighting up one side. 

Sprinting towards him, Having my arms wrap around him as hard as I could. Dean's hand held my head as his other hand rested on the small of my back ''I shouldn't have got so mad.'' Dean apologized with a clenched jaw up to my ear, Pulling back from him as his emerald eyes spark in the moonlight, Playing with his hair in between my fingers. ''No, Dean. I'm sorry.  I should have told you, I was just scared.'' almost a whisper as I spoke into those beautiful eyes of his. ''I know. I know.'' He hushed me with fluttering eyes, Easing me back into him.

''So this is your old school huh?'' Dean questions as he claps his palm onto his fist every few seconds as we wander the lost halls. Smiling up at him with a small nod, ''Nothing like the lady in white.'' Dean laughs as his head jerks, I arch my dark brow in confusion ''You know - Th-The movie with the kid in the closet and the lady- ?'' Dean questioned; Trailing off at the end like I was born yesterday, I shook my head with a small laugh.

''Wait it was you wasn't it?'' Dean came to a halt, I spun around about to question ''In the- the movie.'' Dean tried to explain as I stood there like an idiot with a dumbfounded look on my face ''Melissa Montgomery, The creepy child in the Lady In White.'' Dean explains, I stand there un-impressed as Dean waves his hand at me; Giving up ex planing. 

''This was my English Class.'' I tell Dean as I open the door to a flood full of memories, Touching the engraved plate that use to hold the name of Mr. Fitz, But no longer does that remain there. Letting my fingers glide around on the desk as sweet images dance in my head ''My favourite subject.'' I spoke to myself in a laugh, Letting the memories sweep over me in a cherish-able way.
Twirling around as Dean sat in a desk, It took me a minute to realize what was off about this picture and then it clicked ''That was my desk.'' I say out loud as I lean against what use to be Ezra's desk. ''Spencer use to sit there, Emily there and Hanna over there.'' I pointed to the three empty seats that still held the faint images of the girls; Their laughs and smiles all captured in this one room. 
Though now our ghosts of who we use to be walk these halls, Haunting them for the rest of time.

''I better get back.'' Dean's tone apologetic as I jump off the desk, Dean standing up as he walks over to me. ''Do you have to?'' I practically whine, No matter what I said - Dean was still going to be upset and angry at me and it would take time for that to blow over. Dean reluctantly nods, Pressing his lips to the crown of my head as his arms lace around me, This wasn't perfect but it was nice.
''I'm sorry.'' I repeated myself, This time my voice held a ting of regret. ''I know.'' Dean spoke softly into my forehead.

''What would you like to do, Aria?'' Castiel questioned me as we paced around the school, Looking up at him from the side as I shrugged my lips ''Well, I doubt you want to hear my life story so we can always head back.'' I offered, Knowing he probably had to help the boys at some point. Cas had already zapped Dean back to Sam and the hunt, I could still smell the fresh scent of leather wrapped around me. ''I'd like to know everything.'' Cas pressed, Curious about me and my life.

I had showed Castiel where Hanna lived, Reliving the memory of watching the notebook on repeat; Of having a spa day in her bathroom, Using all her moms good nail polishes and face masks and getting in so much trouble for it. I showed him where Emily use to live, The times we would gossip over the new best singers; She would joyously talk about her crushes and how she wanted to be the best swimmer in the world, The time we snuck out of her house to go walk down main street; Her mom and dad having the cops search for us, for hours.
We passed Snookers, Where I had met Ezra. It was a tough place to pass and explaining it to Castiel was even worse, He understood how much he pained me but he was so intrigued with me.
Cas and I even stopped in at  the brew and made myself a drink, I'm sure they wouldn't mind. Telling him of all the times all of us girls would sit there for hours on our laptops, A caffeine rush or just research and studying - Yet it was some of the best times of my life. 

''This was Alison's place.'' We had arrived at a falling building, abandoned for years that was up for demolition. ''It use to be beautiful.'' I remembered vividly, The house was so magnificent and I had always dreamt of living there but there are more ghosts and secrets in that house then there is in hell. That house is doomed and so much bad energy surrounds it, Was it doomed when it was built? ''The one who was suppose to be dead?'' Castiel questioned in thought as he stared up at the creepy vacant house before us. ''That's the one.'' I didn't like remembering that bit of it.

Guiding Castiel on the property line, The gazebo being long gone and you could see exactly where the ground had been filled due to little markers. Maybe in remembrance, Maybe from the construction. ''This is where Alison was buried alive.'' The sky was gloomy as it casted over us, If I was a child and walked past this house - I would of thought the most evil creature in the world lived here and they did - Alison's spirit.

We had past a few little markers on our way to no where, Where I learned to ride my first bike; Where I took my first art class, The very first time I ever kissed a boy and where I had met the girls. 
Stumbling upon the one building I never thought I'd ever see again in my life, ''Cas, Can you take us into 3B?'' I examine the apartment building before us, Like it was just yesterday I danced down these streets feeling like the only girl who had ever been in love. 

Opening my eyes to see my surroundings, Confused in a sense as I studied the room. ''His parents must still be renting it out, Keeping everything where it is.'' I spoke out loud but it was mainly too myself as I stood in Ezra's apartment; Everything exactly where it had been when I was last here, A few things out of place - Folded clothes on the bed and a newspaper on the coffee table.  ''He who?'' Cas ask's in a hard tone as my world lights up, Like watching a never ending flashback of 3B. ''Ezra, This was his apartment.'' I spoke quietly, Like Ezra was still here and if I spoke too loud I would wake him. 

Reading the many titles of books along his shelves, The old record's lined up perfectly in order. DVD's that I left here multiple times and never came back to claim, Tracing my finger over the new poster Ezra had bought after I ripped up his previous one. ''You miss it?'' Cas was a curious cat as I glanced over at him ''It's just crazy to think of where I was and now where I am.'' I tell him in honesty as he simply nods. 

The moonlight reflects on a shiny object near the door, Walking over to it with narrowed eyes as I pick it up off the hook. Taking seconds to realize what it was, What it meant. 
Running over to the coffee table in a hurry as I look at the date on the newspaper, Castiel's and my own eyes darting to the door as the door knob budges.

Cas and I hide in the washroom inside Ezra's apartment, Hushing Cas as he goes to ask a question. I peek through the slit in the door, Realizing what I was seeing before my eyes; In fear and in shock. Gasping as I realize I left my to-go bag on Ezra's coffee table ''Cas, Get us out of here.'' I whisper as I see a blurred image approaching us.

Flopping on the sofa ''We will never speak of that again.'' I sternly tell Castiel as he stands in the same spot he had been for all of 5 minutes. 

''I should get some sleep.'' Heading off to my bedroom as I wave Castiel off, My eyes feeling heavy from lack of sleep; Frustration; Sadness and shock. Over whelmed didn't even begin to describe how I felt, It felt like I was in a teen drama that never ended.
Tugging the covers on to me as mine and Dean's bedroom door open, Seeing Castiel's shadow in the door way as he gracefully enters the room; Sitting at the end of the bed as my eyes close and I drift off to sleep.