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Hey, my wonderful readers! So I thought I'd give you a treat and post the updated chapters for the new "Learning to Trust" story. I know they don't really tie in to each other but I consider them to be important back story for my character and her development. Please let me know what you think! Reviews are always welcome as I maybe be in in generous mood and give you a preview for the next chapter. Love, ShadowHunter19

An Unexpected Request

Avery's P.O.V.

"H-h-h-heeeeey! Wheeeere d'ya think yeeeeer goin'?" I say, slurring my words and jabbing my finger in the bartenders direction. I had just spent the last minute or so ranting about why guys always have to hit on girls that are alone in bars. I tend to rant a lot when I get super drunk.

"You're drunk. Go home or I'm going to kick you out." He says sternly, glaring at me. I lift my head from the bar top and glare at him. I push myself up and put my hands on my hips.

"I'm not drunk! How dare you?! I'm the soberest girl in this room!" I say woozily, sidestepping and falling into a chair next to me. I try to glare at him but just end up giggling.

"Yes, you are drunk! NOW, go home." He orders. Rolling my eyes, I pull myself off the hard, wooden stools.

"Iamsickofyourshit, I'm ash sober ash 'm gonna git." I slur and stumble over in the direction of the entrance. Gasp as the cold air hits me I snuggle deeper into my jacket and stumble home.

~~The Next Morning~~

"Don't pick up it's Bobby. Bobby Alert. Bobby Alert. Bobby is calling you on your mobile. This is not a drill. Action Stations. Action Stations. Parental Unit on the Phone."

Ugh! Stupid phone. Stupid ringtone! I stuff my head farther in my pillow and then blindly reach my hand out to find my phone. I find it on the floor and press answer.

"What's up Bobby?" I say trying to sound normal. I'm 99.999% sure I failed. Even I can tell that my voice sounds weird. It's low and hoarse. Either I sleep with my mouth open and lose all my saliva or I'm drunk.

"I got something important to tell you." He says. He sounds apprehensive. This has me sitting up in bed. Over the years Bobby has become my secondary father figure and I would do anything...anything to help him.

"Uh-Huh." I say, walking over to my bathroom. I'm feeling sick and I know from experience that I should get to the bathroom and quickly. There is nothing worse than not making it to the toilet in time.

"Hold On." I say and set down the phone. I lean over the toilet and proceed to puke up my guts. I feel sick and I'm sweating. I have a throbbing headache. I feel like my brain is trying to bore its way out of my skull and I am dizzy. As I sit up flashes of puking at the bar and on the side walk flash through my mind. Doing way too many shots also pass through my dehydrated and exhausted consciousness.

"Gawwwwwdddd…" I groan in agony. It hurts my head to talk. The light coming in my window hurts my head. Being conscious hurts my head. "Fuuuuucccckkkk…" I mumble.

I feel nauseous as fuck. I just want this to be over. I curse my past self for doing this and desperately hope and wish that this will pass. Then out of nowhere, I start to puke again and luckily I'm still leaning over the toilet. I wait another minute then I get up, rinse out my mouth and pick the phone back up.

"Okay. What's up?" I ask rubbing my forehead. Damn this stupid headache. Damn this life. Damn these nightmares. I just wish I could forget. Forget everything but at the same time I don't. I can't forget. Because forgetting that part of myself would be to erase one of the best parts of myself. One of the parts of me that makes me who I am.

"Your hungover aren't you?" Bobby asks, one part concern, one part anger. I can just imagine the frown on his face. He knows why I drink...cause it's one of the same reasons he drinks but he doesn't want me to become an alcoholic like him.

"No. Why would you think that?" I ask innocently.

"Because can hear you and I've been through enough hangovers to know what it sounds like." He say sounding amused.

"Was there something you need to tell me?" I ask half of me wanting to hate Bobby for enjoying my pain and the other half happy to hear his voice.

"Yeah. I haven't heard from John in awhile but today I got a message from John telling me to tell you to meet up with his boys and stay with them till he says otherwise. " He says nervous for my reaction knowing I don't like to be bossed around.

"Who the fuck does he think he is? He can't just demand me to babysit his kids until further notice! Don't get me wrong I am happy he trust me to watch them but I have a life. I can't just drop that on a whim." I rant.

"Well, you wouldn't. Dean hunts just like you, so you two can hunt together. Although I would wait at lest 4 months before I told or showed him your powers. He's a shoot first, asks questions later kind of hunter like his dad." Bobby says worriedly.

"Bobby I can't do this." I say.

"Please Ave! Dean is going to be stopping by, meet him then and then decide." Bobby pleads.

"Fine." I say in defeat.

"Thanks Ave. I own you one." Bobby says.

"Should I drive to your place or just pop in?" I ask.

"Just pop in. Dean says he'll be here in twenty." Bobby say.

"Why did you wait so long?!" I exclaim.

"I just got the message." Bobby says.

"Be over in 10. Bye." I say and hang up. I wish for my room to clean up and for my clothes to me packed. I look down and notice that I only have a bed time tank top on, so I wish for some pj shorts. I grab my bag and keys then head out to pay my bill. When I'm done I head over to my car. I throw my bag in the trunk then I get in the drivers seat and wish myself in front on Bobby's house. With a poof of red, blue, green, silver, and black, me and my car disappear and then appear in front of Bobby's place. I get out grab my phone and keys and head in.

"Hey Bobby! I'm home!" I call out, shutting the door behind me. I walk through the house until I get to the library. I stick my head in and see Bobby sitting behind the desk with a man across from him.

"Sorry! I did know you had company." I say with a questioning look at Bobby.

"It's fine. Dean here is just a little early." Bobby says gesturing for me to come in. I come in and plop down in a chair next to Dean.

"What no hug?" Bobby asks with a smile.

"Nope. I'm still mad at you." I says but my voice says otherwise, while Dean watches with amusement.

"I think your going soft Bobby. " Dean says.

"No I'm not. I just have a soft spot for Ave here, you idjit. " Bobby says affectionately but exasperated.

"Aww!" I say and get up and give him a hug.

"Anyway. I'm Avery Clarissa Rula. Bobby is pretty much my father, so be nice cause I would hesitate to harm you- " I start to say but then I look up and see his face for the first time. It's Mister is this a full-time thing for you? I positive of it, I would never forget eyes like his.

"You were saying, princess?" He asks teasingly. Judging by is face I'm going to guess and say he doesn't remember me.

"First off, I'm not your princess. Second, I will not hesitate to physical harm you. For example, I could and would castrate you." I says firmly determined to get my point across. Dean looks me up and down and scoffs.

"Really now. You'll castrate me. Miss pink and black stars pj wearing, wide eyed, innocent girl." Dean says giving me a disbelieving look. When he says "pink and black stars" I look down and blush realizing that I that I am in fact wearing my pink drapey shark-bite-hem camisole and cheeky low-rise shorts that have black stars all over them pj's. I look over at Bobby and he gives me the smallest, slightest nod and I can tell he is amused.

My hand flash out and I hit Dean hard in the chest. Not enough to knock him down but just enough to surprise him and make him stumble back. My hand flashes out again and I hit him with a right hand Uppercut, which knocks him flat on his back. He looks up shock in his eyes and I smirk.

"Normally I would have a gun or dagger pointed at you but I didn't expect to have to fight anybody." I say and hold my hand to help him up. Dean looks at my hand then at my face, then takes it. I lean back, give a heave and pull him up.

"Okay, I can definitely see why you have a soft soft for her." Dean says to Bobby but his eyes glued on me. More specifically my boobs as I shirt rode down when I knock him down.

"Stop staring at my cleavage." I say glaring at him. He smirks and I roll my eyes.

"Dean, she is like a daughter to me and if you do anything and I mean anything to disrespect her you will have to deal with me and it won't be pretty." Bobby warns narrowing his eyes at Dean.

"Relax Bobby. I can't promise I won't flirt but I will respect her wishes if she tells me to stop." Dean says and Bobby nods.

"Sooo, your Dean Winchester." I drawl.

"Yes, yea I am. I hope I live up to my expectations." Dean says smirk firmly in-tacked. I roll my eyes then sit back down.

"How to you know about me, if you don't mind me asking."He says also sitting back down. I look at Bobby and he gives me a warning look.

"Well, I told her of course. You idjit." Bobby says and I shoot him a disapproving look. I like honesty. Full and complete honest. I hate that I'm going to have to lie to him. I don't know how long I'll be with him and I hate that I'll have to watch what I say.

"What is she even doing here?" Dean asks changing the subject, turning to Bobby.

"She's going with you." Bobby say.

"Oh HELL no! No way! Not going to happen!" Dean says shaking his head furiously. I frown, I honestly don't think I'm that bad. Is it really that bad to have to travel with me.

"Why not?"

"She's a girl!" He exclaims and I stand back up and put my hands on my hips. His follow the movement of me cocking my hip to the side.

"Woman." I corrects, angry clear in my voice.

"My mistake." He says with a smirk.

"As for your little "problem", yes I am a woman but I can do anything you can do if not better."

"No." He says firmly looking at Bobby. Bobby looks back and forth between us. He sighs and tiredly rubs his face with his hand and I feel a pang of guilt. Apparently so does Dean because he sighs in defeat.

"Ugh! You can come but we are taking Baby." Dean says and I give him a curt nod.

"Anything about you that I need to know?" Dean asks in defeat.

"There are a couple other things but I wouldn't tell you them anyways until I trust and like you and I have a feeling that will be never so, no not in this lifetime." I say sharply, still not over the fact that he didn't want me to come with him because I'm a woman.

"Be nice Avery Clarissa Rula. You too Dean Samuel Winchester." Bobby says giving us both stern looks and we nod.

"Alright I'm going to take a shower and then we can hit the road." Dean says stretching.

"I already have dibs on the shower." I says with a smirk.

"Why?" Dean asks.

"Because I'm Bobby's favorite." I say smugly and Dean looks at Bobby.

"I'm not going to pick a side." Bobby says then turns back to his books.

"Fine just hurry." Dean says annoyed and I nod and go upstairs. I race up stairs and into the bathroom. I turn the shower on hot then strip down and get under the spray. I take some time to put conditioner in my hair before I step out. I wish for my suitcase to appear and grab my outfit that I that I made yesterday before I went to the bar.

I slip of my lacy black boy-shorts and my red lacy bra, then I grab my comfiest dark green sweats that say Irish down the left leg and a comfy white t-shirt that says "Don't talk to Me." and slip them on. I run a brush through my hair but leave it down to dry and slip on my parents rings necklace and my moms favorite necklace. Slipping on my dads favorite sleek black watch, I grab a pair of black ankle socks and slip them on with a pair of black tennis shoes. I then head back in. I walk into Bobby's kitchen and grab myself a cup of coffee, two pop tarts and two hot pockets. When the hot pockets are done cooking I wander back into the library.

"What am I supposed to do with my "Baby" and where's Dean? " I asks Bobby spotting him over by the window.

"Dean in the shower and I figured you where going to shrink Baby down to fit in your suitcase." He says and I nod. I wish for my car to shrink and go into my suitcase, and my keys to be in pocket along with my phone.

Going up stairs I grab my soft gray blanket, my favorite wolf pillow, and mine and my younger brothers stuffed animals. Coming out of my room I bump into Dean. He's in a fresh pair of jeans, flannel, his boots and his dad's leather jacket on. He looks down at the stuffed animals and snorts.

"Let's go princess!" He says in an annoying sing-song voice while heading down the stairs.

"Not your princess!" I shout, and childishly stick my tongue out and his rapidly disappearing back. I grab my suitcase, coffee, pop tarts, and hot pockets and head out the front door. I stick my suitcase, stuffed animals in the backseat then get in the passengers seat. As soon as I'm in the car, Dean takes off.

"Couldn't wait 5 seconds while I got all the way in the car could you?" I ask sarcastically.

"Nope because the longer it takes to get Sam the more trouble/danger Dad could be in." Dean says seriously and I can't help but admire is loyalty to his family.

"Well then why are you driving like an old person? Kick the speed up old timer." I says and Dean glares at me.

I grab my tablet out and pull up my "Nicolas Cage" movie playlist. I get settled in for a 24 to 26 hour awkward car ride and press play and the first Ghost Rider movie starts to play.

"What the hell are you watching?" Dean asks twenty minutes later, after having kept glancing over and my screen and making faces.

"Ghost Rider. Haven't you ever seen it?" I ask in disbelief.

"Nope. No time." Deans says and I nod.

"No time is right. I don't really sleep so I watch TV shows and movies then." I says.

"Why don't you sleep?" Dean asks curiously.

"Nightmares." I snap tightly, my voice saying this topic is off limits and Dean nods understandingly. I pause just realizing we just had a semi normal conversation, I shake my head and turn back to my tablet to try and watch my movies.

~Several Hours Later~

Riding with Dean had been interesting to say the least. Old school rock blasted from the car the whole time, not that I minded but Dean would never know that. I swear Dean loves his Impala a little too much. I mean I love my car an all but he takes it a little far in my definition. Ever so often during the drive I found myself looking over at him. He is undeniably handsome and he would have been just my type if he wasn't such an asshole. Shaking the thoughts of Dean out of my head, I look around to get my bearings. We are driving down a street looking for Sam's apartment.

"There it is." Dean says parking the car. He turns the car off and we get out.

"So go knock on the door." I say crossing my arms.

"No I have a better idea." Dean says crossing the street.

"How long has it been since you've seen Sam anyways?" I ask catching up to him.

"We had a falling out three years ago." Dean says climbing up the fire escape.

"And how long since then?" I ask following him.

"Three years." He says and I roll my eyes.

"And you think breaking into his apartment after three years is a good idea?" I ask and Dean nods.

"I want a beer." Dean says and I look at him dumbfounded.

"You want a beer?" Dean asks and I just stare at him.

"This is a bad idea." I call up to Dean but he ignores me.

"Well come on." Dean calls and I start climbing again. I follow after Dean as he scales the fire escape searching for Sam's apartment. When he finds it he gives me a thumbs up, opens the window and then disappears in through the window. I push myself up, enter the apartment, and hide over in the corner.

I watch as Dean walks past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall, just as Sam enters the room. Sam lunges forward and grabs Dean at the shoulder. Dean knocks Sam's arm away and aims a strike at Sam, who ducks. Dean then grabs Sam's arm, swings him around, and shoves him back. Sam kicks and is blocked, then pushed back into another room. I quickly and quietly follow them wanting to see the end of this fight.

If the Dean hadn't seen Sam's face before, he sees it now, and Sam gets his first glimpse of Dean. Dean quickly elbows Sam in the face, and Sam kicks at Dean head. Dean ducks and swings and Sam blocks. Dean knocks Sam down and pins him to the floor, one hand at Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist.

"Whoa, easy, tiger." Dean says teasingly and Sam breathes hard.

"Dean?" Sam asks still out of breath and Dean laughs.

"You scared the crap out of me!" Sam shouts.

"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean says and Sam grabs Dean's hand and yanks, slamming his heel into Dean's back and Dean falls to the floor.

"Or not." Deans says. Sam taps Dean twice where Sam is holding him.

"Get off of me." Dean says and Sam rolls to his feet and pulls Dean up.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asks annoyed.

"Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean says and I roll my eyes and laugh, which brings Sam's attention to me.

"Who's she?" Sam asks and Dean turns and looks at me.

"A friend." He says then goes into the kitchen to grab his beer.

"Hi. I'm Avery Clarissa Rula and by the way I told him climbing through the window was a bad idea." I says smiling warmly at Sam and hold out my hand.

"Sam Winchester." He says shaking my hand and smiling back. Just then Dean strolls back in the room and Sam goes back to glaring at him.

"What the hell you doing here?" Sam asks Dean again.

"All right. We gotta talk." Dean says.

"Uh, the phone?" Sam says sarcastically and I smirk.

"If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?" Dean asks but before Sam can say anything a women comes in and turns on the lights. She is wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt.

"Sam?" The women calls and Sam, Dean and I turn our heads in unison.

"Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." Sam says and I notice Dean looking at her appreciatively.

"Hi. I'm Avery. I'm a friend of Sam and Dean." I says smiling at her.

"Hi." She says smiling brightly.

"Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess asks with a smile. Sam nods and Dean grins at her and moves closer.

"Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." Dean says and Sam and I glare at him.

"Just let me put something on." Jess says turning to go when Dean's voice stops her.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." Dean says going back over to Sam without taking his eyes off her. Sam watches him, his expression stony.

"I'm so sorry about Dean behavior." I say apologetically and Jess smiles at me.

"Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you." Dean says and Jess nods.

"No." Sam says and goes over to Jess and puts an arm around her.

"No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her." Sam says.

"Okay." Dean says and turns to look at them both straight on.

"Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days." He says.

"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." Sam says and I snort. Dean ducks his head and looks back up.

"Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days." Dean says and Sam's expression doesn't change while he takes this in. Jess glances up at him.

"Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside." Sam says tightly and she nods. Sam puts on some jean, grabs his coat and we head out.

"I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam says and I can't help but silently agree with him.

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him." Dean says worriedly.

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." Sam says and I know that true. Dean stops and turns around. Sam and I stop too.

"Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not?" Dean says.

"I'm not." Sam says firmly.

"Why not?" Dean asks.

"I swore I was done hunting. For good." Sam says and I can't help but wonder why.

"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean says.

"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45." Sam says and I frown.

"Well, what was he supposed to do?" Dean ask and I snort.

"Oh, I don't know maybe comfort your kid." I says sarcastically and Dean glares at me.

"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark." Sam says loudly.

"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there." Dean says and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her." Sam says and Dean glances at him.

"But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find." Sam says bitterly.

"We save a lot of people doing it, too." Dean says.

There is a pause before Sam asks "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Dean rolls his eyes. "The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors." Sam says and we cross the parking lot to the Impala.

"So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean asks bitterly.

"No. Not normal. Safe." Sam says and I raise my eyebrows.

"And that's why you ran away." Dean says and then looks away.

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." Sam says sadly and I silently clench my fists. I owe John my life but sometimes he makes me so mad.

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it." Dean says and Sam is silent.

"I can't do this alone." Dean says.

"Yes you can. And besides you have Avery." Sam says and Dean looks down.

"Yeah, well, I don't want to do it without you." Dean says softly. Sam sighs and looks down, thinking, then up.

"What was he hunting?" He asks resigned and Dean opens the trunk of the Impala, then the spare-tire compartment. It's were they keep their arsenal. He props the compartment open with a shotgun and digs through the clutter.

"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean mutters and I smirk.

"So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asks curiously and I can't help but wanting to know too.

"I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans." Dean says still searching.

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Sam ask surprised and Dean looks over at Sam.

"I'm twenty-six, dude." Dean says and I burst out laughing.

"Really! You sure don't act like it" I manage to get our between my laughs. Dean glares then pulls out some papers out of a folder.

"All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy." Dean says handing one of the papers to Sam.

"They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA." He says. The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING". Sam reads it and glances up.

"Wait you had these the entire day but you didn't think it was important enough to share with me." I asks Dean angrily.

"Pretty much." Dean says cockily and I ball up my fist.

"So, maybe he was kidnapped." Sam says trying to get my attention away from Dean.

"Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." Dean says tossing down another Jericho Herald article for each date he mentions.

"Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years." Dean says taking the article back from Sam and picks up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder.

"All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road." He says pulling a bag out of another part of the arsenal.

"It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough. Then, I get this voice-mail" Dean says and I can hear the sincere worry in his voice. Dean then grabs a handheld tape presses play. The recording is static and the signal was clearly breaking

"...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger" John says and Dean presses the stop button.

"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam asks.

"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean asks and Sam shakes his head.

"I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got" Dean says and presses play.

"I can never go home..." A women voice says. Dean presses stop , drops the recorder, puts down the shotgun, stands straight, and shuts the trunk, then leans on it.

"You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." Dean say and Sam looks away and sighs, then looks back.

"All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him." Sam says and Dean nods.

"But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here." Sam says and turns to go back to the apartment. He turns back when Dean speaks.

"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asks.

"I have this...I have an interview." Sam says.

"What, a job interview? Skip it." Dean says and I frown.

"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam says and I smile at him.

"Law school?" Dean says smirking.

"So we got a deal or not?" Sam asks and Dean says nothing and I nod. Dean shoots me an angry glare before turning and nodding once at Sam. Sam thankfully doesn't notice. He hurries back in the apartment and a few moments later comes out carrying a bag, which he throws in the trunk. I grab my stuff and move into the back while Sam slides in the front. Dean starts up the car and we drive off, Dean's music blaring.