A Second Chance

Chap 7

Abby's POV

"A case?" I asked getting my phone from Dad. "What about?"

"Sirens," said Dean.

"Sirens?" asked Mom. "This is Greek Mythology all over again."

"What's going to kill it?" asked Justin walking in with Bobby.

"Silver knife," said Bobby. "Dipped in Dead Man's blood."

"Oh, like that's going to be found in a ditch somewhere," said Mom. "Dean Man's blood is hard to find."

"Not if you're a hunter," said Bobby. We walked into the kitchen. "I got a pint." He grabbed a jar from the fridge and showed it to us. He dipped seven silver knives in the jar and handed us each one. "Keep it close to you until we catch this thing."

"It's stuck to the knife like paint," I said examining the blade.

"Yeah," said Dad. "Fascinating."

"Guys, it's a knife and blood," said Mom. "Nothing fascinating about it." I looked at Mom. "I forgot. You guys haven't been around this stuff like I have."

"How did you get involved in all of this?" I asked.

"I grew up in it," said Mom. "But eventually the past does catch up with the present." I looked at Mom. "I tried to hide. I changed my look, my apparence."

"That's why you left," said Dean.

"Yeah," said Mom. "Married Blake, had two kids." She looked at Sam. "Yet I think a demon found out you have a child but isn't sure which child to take."

"Mom, either way we're going to stop the demons and bring peace back to the family," I said.

"Abby, I love your positive attitude," said Mom. "You get that from your father."

"I got my mother's looks and Dad's personality," I said. "Apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

Alexis' POV

"We should turn in," I said. I showed Abby and Justin to Bobby's room as Blake followed. "There's the bunk bed, you two." The kids got in bed. "Good night." I smiled. "Sweet dreams."

"Mom?" asked Abby sitting up in the top bunk. "Can you and Dad sing to me?"

"A chorus of one song," I said. "Your father and I have to probably get back to work." She nodded as we walked up to the bunk bed. "Which song?"

"Song About You," said Abby.

I smiled as Blake held my hand. "Five, six, five, six, seven, eight," I said.

"Maybe I could get the message through, if I write a song about you. Maybe it'll be enough to prove, if I write a song about you-oo-oo-oo-oo," sang Blake and I. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh. Yeah-eah. Maybe you will feel the way I do, if I write a song about you."

I smiled at Abby as she closed her eyes. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart," I said. Blake and I walked out of the room and closed the door. Dean and Sam walked up the stairs. "What are you guys climbing the stairs for?"

"We heard singing," said Sam.

"We sang my daughter to sleep," I said. "Good night guys."

"Good night," said Dean as him and Sam decended the stairs.

Blake and I walked into our room and closed the door. "This is the room I had when I was younger," I said.

"How young?" asked Blake picking up my homecoming picture with Sam. "You were definately homecoming queen."

"I was fifteen in that picture," I said smiling. I sat down on the bed as Blake sat next to me. "But you are always my Romeo." I opened my laptop and got on oovoo. "Britt is on. I bet she's with the guys." She started calling me. "Should I answer?"

"Yeah," said Blake.

I did. "Hey Blake," said Britt looking down. "I thought you would be on to delete her page." She looked up at the screen. "OMG! Alexis? But how? You died! I watched you die!"

"Let's just say I went to heaven and knew an angel," I said putting my knife on the nightstand. Blake got into the camera view. "I'm safe. Don't worry." I heard arguing in the hallway and brushed it off because Dean and Sam do that all the time. "I'm just going to say that I can't go home ever."

"Demons are tracking your every move," said Britt. "You at Bobby's?"

"Hey Blake," said TC popping in. "Alexis? I watched you die...how's this possible?"

"I know an angel," I said. "And Britt, I am at Bobby's." I heard crashing downstairs. "Someone's here. I'll be back." I grabbed my knife and looked out of my room. I walked past Bobby's room as Justin opened the door. "Justin, go back inside."

Justin's POV

"No, Mom," I said. I followed Mom down the stairs. She was kicked and dropped her knife. She fell on top of Sam. "Mom!"

"Stay back Justin," said Mom as she picked up her knife. She stood up and moved toward the couch as Dean held an axe. "Swing at me." Dean did. She ducked underneath him and stabbed him in the arm. She grabbed the axe from him. "Snap out of it."

"Mom," I said as I looked toward the door.

"Do it, now," said Mom. I threw the knife at the figure before he could run. "Let's go to bed and resolve this tomorrow."

"Alexis?" asked Dean. "Did I hurt you?"

"You almost killed me," said Mom. She helped Sam up. "You almost killed Sam, too." She sighed. "You boys clean this up. We'll be up later."

"Okay," I said. I watched as Mom disappeared into her room. I went into the room and closed the door. Abby was sitting up. "Everything's alright."

"Jus," said Abby.

"Yes, Abs?" I asked.

"How do you know so much?" asked Abby as I laid in bed. "About these things?"

"Mom gave me a journal," I said. "And Dean talked about it with me on the drive here." I sighed. "Sam was supposed to talk to you."

"He never did," said Abby.

"Bobby will teach us more," I said. And with that I feel asleep.