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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴

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Delaney stood in front of the blonde vampire they tracked down and tied up in the middle of her and the boys' motel room where they had covered all the windows so none of the sunlight outside could seep in. Dean had stuck a syringe filled with dead man's blood into her neck and it gave the trio enough time to get her to the motel room before she were to wake up. She had bitten Dean on the neck, but he seemed to be fine so Delaney pushed the lingering anxiety and concern back down.

The blonde vampire groaned softly and blinked her eyes open, glancing up at the three siblings in confusion. It was obvious she didn't remember much of what happened back in the alleyway.

"You with us?" Dean asked the vampire, placing his hands on his knees so they can be eye to eye. He smirked when the vampire struggled against her bonds on the chair and stood back up to his full height. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere."

"Where's your nest?" Sam inquired.

The blonde's gaze snapped over to Sam and Delaney nearly rolled her eyes at the sight of the vampire act like she had no idea what any of them spoke about. "What?"

"Nest - where you and your other bloodsucking pals hang out," Delaney quipped, crossing her arms.

"I don't know what you're talking about! Please. I don't feel good."

Dean picked up the syringe filled with dead man's blood and waved it in her face tauntingly. "Yeah, well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood."

The blonde shook her head at the syringe and her breathing grew heavier. "Just let me go."

"Yeah, you know we can't do that," Sam replied.

"I'm telling you the truth! I'm just - I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!" the blonde cried. "I took something and I can't...come down."

Delaney tilted her head as she took in the sight of the panicking woman. It made her wonder if the woman didn't know what she was as her fangs were now replaced with normal human teeth. Maybe she truly didn't remember what happened and doesn't even know what she now is. She licked her lips and squatted in front of the woman, ignoring her brothers' protests to stay back.

"Do you mind telling us your name?"

"Lucy. Please, just let me go," Lucy begged Delaney, eyes full of innocence and fear.

"Alright, Lucy, how about this? You tell my brothers and I what happened to you and then we'll let you go, okay? We just need to know what happened," Delaney assured Lucy, squeezing the blonde's hand since the woman wouldn't be able to do much to her anyway since she was tied up.

Lucy's eyes flickered over to Sam and Dean with hope taking over the fear that was previously in them. "You will?"

Dean shot Delaney a confused look and could see the tenseness still there since Delaney was still close to the woman. He eventually nodded with an insincere smile on his face at Lucy.

"Uh, I don't really... um, it's not that clear. I was at Spider. This club on Jefferson. There was this guy - he was buying me drinks."

"This guy - what's he look like?" Sam asked.

Lucy shook her head with a sigh, struggling to remember the guy's appearance. "He was old, like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket - Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer - he had something for me. Something new. Better than anything you've ever tried. He put a few drops in my drink."

Delaney sent a look to her brothers, all three of them already knowing what the other man dropped into her drink. "This drug didn't happen to be red and thick, did it?" She scoffed when Lucy silently nodded at her and pushed herself back to her full height. "Guess that was a genius move on his part. Lucy, he gave you vampire blood."

"Way to rip the band-aid off on that one, Delly," Sam commented, earning him a glare from his sister.

"You just took a big shot of the nastiest virus out there," Dean explained when Lucy stared at them oddly.

"You're crazy! He gave me roofies or something! No... the next thing I know, we're at his place, and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, just wait. I get so hungry, but I just won't wear off... whatever he gave me."

"Lights are too bright? Sunshine hurt your skin?" Dean asked, circling around Lucy's chair slowly as he eyed her.

Lucy paused when Dean had listed off the things that had bothered her as of late, a look of shock passing over her features. "Yeah... and smells. I can... hear blood pumping."

"I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood ain't ever pumping again."

"Dean," Delaney chastised, punching his arm for being so inconsiderate. He yelped and rubbed the sore spot on his arm and shot Delaney a dark look for hitting him.

"Not mine... yours. I can hear a heart beating from half a block away. I just want it to stop."

"Alright, listen, Wavy Gravy. It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people - almost three."

Sam scrunched up his face and twisted his hand back and forth to say sort of. "I mean, four if you count her almost plunging into your neck along with the guy we saved in the alleyway."

Lucy's eyes filled with tears and she shook her head in disbelief. "No, I couldn't. I was hallucinating! It wasn't real. It was the drugs. Please, you have to help me!"

Delaney tugged both of her brothers across the room and into the bathroom to speak in private. "Dean, we don't really have to do this."

"Della, we don't have a choice. You know that."

Delaney frowned as Dean took the machete off the sink in the bathroom and walked back over to Lucy, who begged and pleaded him not to kill her. She flinched when the sound of the machete sliced through Lucy's neck and decapitated her. 

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Dean huffed as he walked out of the Spider club with his siblings behind him and Delaney had never been more glad to be out of the club. Too many red lights were in her face and the club was packed with beautiful young people who were waist deep in alcohol. She never really got the appeal of being drunk because the one time she was drunk and woke up with a hangover the next day was not the greatest experience. If she could never feel that awful again, it'd be too soon.

"That was big, fat waste of time," Dean complained to his siblings, clearly annoyed they didn't find the vampire male.

"Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy - all last sighted here. I'm telling you, Dean, this is the hunting ground," Sam defended, though sounded just as frustrated as Dean about not finding anything.

"Boys?" Delaney slapped both of their arms and pointed in the direction of a tall, brown haired male walk a young blonde into the alleyway across from Spider.

The three siblings rushed into the alleyway and stopped the vampire just in time from dropping blood into the young blonde's mouth. Delaney got the girl to run out of the alleyway and turned back around to her brothers to see the vampire had pushed Dean into the alleyway and ran off further down the alley. 

Once Dean was on his feet, the trio took off after the vampire and skidded to a stop around a corner to find the vampire gone, but were faced with a whole new problem. 

Gordon and Kubrick.

Delaney felt both Dean and Sam tense at her side at the sight of Gordon and Kubrick who both stared menacingly at her. She slapped a hand to her side and huffed in frustration. "I thought I got rid of you assholes."

Dean grabbed Delaney by the back of her leather jacket and tugged her behind a row of cars as Gordon and Kubrick fired off without care at the three of them. He lead way behind a wall around the corner and peeked subtly around the wall to see where Gordon and Kubrick were. He exchanged a quick, silent look with Sam before he turned to Delaney.

"Della, run. Sammy and I will hold them off."

"What?! Are you both insane?!"

Delaney let out a low scream of frustration before she took off in the opposite direction of her brothers in the direction of the motel room that thankfully wasn't all that far from Spider. She pushed her way into the room and shut it closed behind her, leaning against the door and let out a long groan. 

How the hell was Gordon out of jail? How the hell did he even know where to find her? Oh, and most importantly, why were Gordon and Kubrick so hell bent on killing her? She had never done anything to either one of them. Gordon was a dick who she got locked up for all the right reasons and Dean was the one who knocked out Kubrick and his partner that Delaney couldn't even bother remembering the name of. 

It was times like these where Delaney missed her premonitions because she could have seen this coming and did something about it. Now her, Dean and Sam had to be extra careful while on this hunt because they were being chased by Gordon and Kubrick. Not like Dean could even leave Delaney behind on this hunt either because Gordon and Kubrick could show up while he and Sam were gone. Delaney had quite a bit of confidence in herself, but she didn't know if she could take on both Kubrick and Gordon at the same time. They were both too crazy for her to tackle.

The sound of the motel room opening snapped Delaney out of her thoughts and she spun around to see Dean and Sam shut the motel room door behind them. She checked her phone to see it had taken them twenty minutes to get back and she was too engrossed in her thoughts to even notice. "There you two are!"

"Yeah. Sorry, we stopped for a slice," Dean replied and tossed his jacket on the back of the chair that sat at the small circular table in the room.

"Real nice move you two made. Running right at the weapons was the dumbest thing either one of you have ever done," Delaney snapped, annoyed that the boys had put themselves in danger like that.

Dean winked at Delaney over his shoulder, even though it only made her more pissed off. "Well, what can I say? We're bad-ass! Well... I guess Gordon's out of jail."

"I just want to know how the hell he knew where to find us," Sam said, voicing Delaney's previous thoughts aloud.

Dean was quiet for a long moment before his features hardened, earning him confused looks from both of his siblings. "Bela."

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A few hours later, Delaney sat at the table in the motel room with Sam and Dean while they made weapons to take down the vampire that still roamed around no thanks to Gordon and Kubrick. Dean had spent a good twenty minutes threatening Bela with death for putting his sister's life in danger before he hung up and immediately got to work on making sure all their weapons were in perfect condition.

"The vampire is still out there, Dean."

"First things first, Della," Dean replied, glancing up from his machete that he sharpened on a whetstone. "You know, when we find Gordon - he's not leaving us a whole lot of options."

Delaney didn't even flinch at the hidden meaning behind Dean's words. Gordon was one thing that she didn't care about killing. It was either him or her and she didn't quite feel like dying again. "Yeah, I know. We've got to kill him."

"Really? Just like that?" Sam asked, a bit shocked Delaney didn't even seem to have an ounce of regret about what they had to do to Gordon.

"Yeah, I thought you would have been like, no, we can't. He's human. It's wrong," Dean mocked Delaney's voice and quite horribly if you asked her.

"No, I'm done. Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead... or he is."

Dean seemed impressed with Delaney's view on the whole thing and rolled his eyes when his cellphone rang, seeing who it was. He exchanged a few heated words back and forth with whoever it was before he hung up. "I know where Gordon is."

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The three Winchesters crept down into the warehouse that Bela had given Dean over the phone. Apparently, she hated people having a grudge against her and didn't want Dean to kill her. Though Delaney wasn't positive that Dean wouldn't still kill her just for what she had done in the first place, especially because she wanted to kill Bela just as badly as Dean.

That got into the basement of the warehouse to see the two bodies of women that hung from the ceiling with their heads removed from their bodies and Dixon knelt in front of them, not even flinching when the siblings stood behind him.

"Go ahead. Do it. Kill me," Dixon's voice cracked as he encouraged any of the three to just chop his read right off.

"What happened here?" Delaney asked, taking in the rest of the room that was covered in blood. No sight of Gordon anywhere.

"Gordon Walker. I never should have brought a hunter here. Never," Dixon cried softly and shakily stood to his feet, turning to face the three siblings. "I just - I just wanted some kind of revenge. Stupid - exposing him to my family."

Dean shot Dixon a deadpan expression. "Right. Cause you're such a family man."

Dixon breath shook as more tears slipped down his cheeks. "You don't understand. I was desperate. You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?"

Dean shrugged and pretended to think about it for a moment. "Well...there's Hell."

Dixon shook his head as he wiped the tears from his face. "I wasn't thinking. I just... I didn't care anymore. Do you know what it's like... when just don't give a damn? It's like... it's like being dead already. So just go ahead... do it."

Sam turned towards the group from where he stood near the headless bodies and gestured towards their neck where their heads should be. "Dean... their head wasn't cut off, it was ripped off... with someone's bare hands. Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?"

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Delaney sat at the table in the motel room with a multitude of maps and lore books opened in front of her with her head placed in her hands. Dixon had turned Gordon which only made this situation so much worse than it already was. The boys had decided to go out and see if they can track down Gordon while Delaney looked over maps to see if she could figure out where he could have ran. It was luckily daylight outside so Gordon wouldn't dare to walk around just yet.

The motel room door opened and Dean stormed in with Sam a few feet behind him, shutting the motel room door closed behind him. "Man, Sammy and I have must have checked three dozen motels, empty buildings, warehouses."

"Yeah, me too. This is a big city," Delaney sighed and sat back in her seat while Dean stormed past her and into the bathroom to her right.

"It's like a giant haystack and Gordon's a deadly needle," Dean said and splashed cold water on his face from the sink in the bathroom. "We're running out of daylight. Won't have the sun slowing him down."

"He'll be unstoppable," Sam chimed in with a frown.

"Hey, give me your phones," Delaney instructed her brothers and they both handed her their phones slowly. She placed all three of their phones down on the table and removed the SIM cards from each of them. "If Gordon knows our numbers he can use the cell signal to track us down."

Dean walked over to the window and peeked outside to make sure Gordon wasn't hidden somewhere in the shadows of the trees or buildings surrounding the motel room. He turned to see Delaney smash all three phones under heel to double make sure Gordon couldn't track their cell phones. "Della, stay here with Sammy."

Delaney's head snapped up from the carpet where the three smashed phones were. "What? Now where are you going?"

"We're gonna go after Gordon."

"No way. You're not going without me," Delaney argued, grabbing Dean's arm before he could grab the weapon duffle. 

Dean gently removed Delaney's hand from his arm and checked the gun in his hand to make sure it was loaded fully. "Della, I don't need you to sign me a permission slip, okay? He's after you, not us, and he's turbocharged. I want you out of harm's way. Sam and I can take care of it."

Delaney stood her ground and crossed her arms, the stubborn side of her showing its ugly head. "You're not going without me. You're gonna get yourselves killed."

"Just another day at the office, baby girl. It's a massively dangerous day at the office. Plus, I can protect Sammy if anything goes wrong," Dean assured his sister. 

"So you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh?" Delaney scoffed and ignored the way Sam pinched her side to get her to stop while she was ahead. "Oh, wait. Let me guess... because, uh... you're already dead, right?"

"If the shoe fits."

"You know what, Dean? I'm sick and tired of your kamikaze trip," Delaney snapped.

Dean froze in making sure the gun was ready and glanced up to Delaney. "Whoa, whoa, kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja!"

"That's not funny."

"It's a little funny."

"No, it's not."

Dean sighed and placed the shotgun down behind him on the dresser, leaning against the front of the furniture. "What do you want me to do, Della, huh - sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? You know what? I got one. Let's see. What rhymes with shut up, Delaney?"

"Dean," Sam cut in before Delaney could get a word in. "Leave her alone, would ya?"

Delaney licked her lips and laughed humorlessly. "You know what, Dean? Just drop the attitude, alright? Quit turning everything into a punchline. You know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid. I know you're lying. You may as well drop it because I can see right through you and I'm pretty sure Sam can, too."

Dean shook his head and grabbed the shotgun again along with his jacket. "You got no idea what you're talking about."

"Yeah, I do, you're scared, Dee," Delaney replied softly and fought off the tears that threatened to form in her eyes. She ignored the burning behind her eyes and dropped her arms limply to her sides. "You're scared because your year is running out and you're going to Hell and you're freaked."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because I know you!" Delaney cried, throwing her hands in the air and stepped closer to Dean so they were only a few feet apart. "I've been following you around my entire life! I mean, I've been looking up to you and Sam since I could walk, Dean - studying you, trying to be like my big brothers. So, yeah, I know - better than anyone else in the entire world... except maybe Sam. This... this is how you act when you're terrified. I mean... I can't blame you either, Dee. It's just..." She trailed off and hated that the tears finally pooled into her eyes, trying desperately to blink them away.

"Delly..." Sam whispered, reaching out to grab her but she stepped just out of his grasp. If he were to hold her, she'd definitely break down.

Dean's eyes softened at the sight of his sister nearly having a breakdown in front of him. He itched to reach out and pull his baby sister into his chest, take away all her pain and fear of what the end of the year meant. "What, Della?"

"I wish you would drop the show and be my big brother again, 'cause..." Delaney trailed off and sniffled, wiping furiously at her face with the sleeve of her green and black and flannel. "just 'cause."

Dean was quiet for a long moment as he stared down at his sister, hating how broken she was because of him. 'Cause of what he did to save her life. It was selfish and big part of him felt guilty he had to put not only Sam through this, but also Delaney. He knew she felt like it was her fault he was going to Hell because he saved her life. He didn't want to leave his little siblings behind, especially not Delaney with all the stuff that's been going on with her. Azazel may be dead, but he didn't want to be gone if anything else dealing with him popped up.

"Okay, Della, we'll hole up. Cover our scent so he can't track us, and wait the night out here."

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After Dean had gone out to get the three of them new cellphones and barricaded the room when he came back, he sat in the two chairs in the  middle of the room with Delaney while Sam stood guard by the window to se if Gordon would show up. The three jumped in surprise when Dean's phone went off... which was odd since only Sam, Bobby and Delaney had the new number. 

"You've had the phone two hours, Dean. Who did you give the number to?" Sam questioned, turning away from the window.

"Nobody," Dean said and picked up the phone, putting it on speaker so Delaney and Sam could hear also. "Hello?"

"Dean."

Delaney's blood ran cold at the sound of Gordon's voice. How would he have gotten Dean's number in the first place? Sam and Delaney obviously didn't give it to him and Delaney was pretty sure that Bobby was still in his house states away.

"How'd you get this number?" Dean asked, fingers twitching in annoyance and anger.

"Your scent's all over the cellphone store. Of course, I can't smell you now. Where are you?"

Dean smirked even though Gordon couldn't see his face. "Guess you'll just have to find us, pal. What's the matter, Gordo? You're not afraid of us, are you? That you're hoping we'd go to you instead. We're just sitting here. Bring it on!"

"I don't think so."

"Please," a woman's shaky and fright filled voice came through the speakers, alerting all three siblings. "Please."

"Shhh," Gordon hushed the girl and his voice got louder as the phone clearly got brought back to his ear. "Factory on Riverside off the turnpike. Be here in twenty minutes or the girl dies."

"Gordon, let the girl go!"

"Goodbye, Dean."

"Gordon, don't do this! You don't kill innocent people. You're still a hunter," Dean argued, hoping against all hope that Gordon would just back down. 

It was quiet for a long moment on the other end and Delaney momentarily wondered if Gordon had just hung up in the middle of Dean's speech. 

"No... I'm a monster."

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It didn't take Delaney and the boys long to find the factory or the hostage that Gordon had held in order to lure them there. Delaney was quick to rush over to the sobbing girl and untie her ropes. "Hey, we got you. Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here. Watch your head when you get up."

Dean helped the girl to her feet and wrapped her arm around his shoulder as she was quite weak. Who knew how long Gordon had her trapped here waiting for them? "Della, stay close."

Delaney followed closely behind her in case Gordon were to jump out. Though, she didn't stay as close as she should have been because a mechanical door dropped down between her and the boys. Her eyes widened as she pounded her fists against the metal door. "Dean!"

"Delaney!"

"Damn it, Delly!" Sam cursed to himself, pounding the door.

Delaney growled in frustration as she hit the door one last time and turned away from it, ignoring her brothers' shouts to be careful. She eyed the room suspiciously, having a slight feeling that Gordon had been behind the fact that the door closed between her and the boys. Leaving her alone and vulnerable as the lights above her went out. 

"Gordon, you got me right where you want me! Might as well come out and fight me, you freakin' coward!" Delaney yelled into the air as she crept around the factory, knowing full well that Gordon could hear her wherever he was in the building. 

"I'm right here, Laney."

Delaney spun around with her machete in the air, but it didn't make contact with anything. "So, this is really how you want to do this?"

"Damn right I do."

Delaney continued to blindly feel in front of her as she continued to make her way along the factory in search for where Gordon was with her machete kept tightly in her hand. She waved it in front of her a few times in case he would randomly pop in front of her, but still never made contact with anything but air.

"You have no idea what I faced... to get here. I lost everything... my life. It's worth it 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the most danger thing I ever hunted. You're not human, Laney."

"Look who's talking," Delaney remarked and swung at the air again blindly.

"You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty monster."

Delaney scoffed and gripped her machete tighter, continuing to creep around stacks of shelves in the large room she had found herself in. "Don't say that like you don't have a choice, Gordon."

"I don't."

"Yes you do, Gordon. You didn't kill that girl," Delaney reminded Gordon, hoping it would get him to come out from wherever he was hiding.

"No, I didn't. I did something much worse," Gordon replied vaguely and didn't give Delaney much time to process what he said because he had more to drone on about. "I got to hand it to you, Laney. You got a lot of people fooled, but, see, I know the truth. I know what it's like. We're the same now, you and me. I know how it is walking around with something evil inside you. It's just too bad you won't do the right thing and kill yourself. I'm gonna... as soon as I'm done with you. Two last good deeds - killing you... and killing myself."

Delaney found herself backed against a corner wall and she could sense Gordon just a few feet away, not being able to see in the pitch black darkness of the room. She couldn't even really make out the machete that was just inches from her face as she held it up in a protective stance.

Suddenly, Gordon attacked Delaney, sending them both flying through the wall separating them from Dean and Sam. The impact briefly knocked the machete out of Delaney's hand and she picked it up again. Gordon grabbed Delaney and flung her across the room into a stack of a shelves. She stumbled to her feet in time to see Gordon sink his teeth into Dean's neck and Sam motionless on the ground next to their feet.

"Dean, no!" Delaney cried and charged GORDON, clocking him across the back of the neck. 

Gordon turned away from Dean and knocked Delaney down, then slammed her across a worktable. Delaney managed to grab a piece of cloth and an end of razor wire in each hand. While Gordon pinned her down again, Delaney wrapped the razor wire around Gordon's neck and pulled. The newly turned vampire began to choke out a death-rattle, and Delaney glared hard as she grit her teeth and pulled harder. Blood dripped from her hands where the razor wire began to cut in at the strength she put behind the wire.

Delaney ignored the intense stinging in her hands from where the wire cut into her palms and pulled harder, until she cut all the way through Gordon's neck and sent his head tumbling to the ground at her feet. She panted from the fight against Gordon's vampire strength and stared down at Gordon's head on the ground, flinching when her palms stung when she clenched her fists.

"Take that you fanged son of a bitch," Delaney breathed, wiping her bloodied palms on her jeans.

Dean grunted as he stumbled to his feet and helped Sam to his feet, who had finally come to. He glanced down at Gordon's head in shock that Delaney had managed to that. She merely shrugged when the two boys averted their gazes to her. "You just charged a super-vamped-out Gordon with no weapon. That's a little reckless, don't you think?"

Delaney chuckled softly along with Sam who handed Dean a cloth from his pocket to place against his bleeding neck. "Shut up, Dean."

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The next morning, Dean had stopped off in a secluded area of the side of the road to fix something inside the hood of the Impala that had rattled for the past twenty minutes. He stood by the opened hood with Sam while Delaney sat on the small cooler full of beers next to the hood.

"Here, boys," Delaney said, holding up two beers for the boys to take and placed her water bottle at her feet. 

"Thanks, kiddo," Sam smiled at his sister took the two glass bottles from her, handing one of them to Dean.

Delaney crossed her legs on the cooler and squinted up at her brothers, cupping her hands around her eyes to try and block out the blinding sun. "Did you guys figure out what that rattle noise is yet?"

"Not yet, baby girl. Would you pass me a box wrench?" Dean asked, holding his hand out for said tool.

"Uh... sure," Delaney replied and pushed herself off the cooler to walk over to Dean's toolbox and pull out the wrench from the box. She walked it over to him and placed it in his awaiting palm.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Dean said and Delaney flashed him a smile before glancing down at her phone to keep herself occupied while the boys finished whatever it was with the Impala. "Della."

Delaney locked her phone and placed it on the cooler next to her, glancing up at her brother with a confused glance. "Did I give you the wrong one?"

"No, no. Come here for a second."

"Whatever I did, Sammy did it," Delaney mused and giggled when Sam playfully pushed her shoulder as she stood in between the two boys.

Dean pointed the wrench to a random part of the engine that Delaney couldn't even begin to name. She knew a bit from when she watched Dean fix up the Impala after the car wreck from the demon that put them out of hunting for a good month. Then the few times a month that he went into the hood to clean up some of the parts to make sure the Impala kept in a good state to keep moving. 

"This rattle could be a couple of things. I'm thinking it's an out-of-tune car."

"Uh... okay," Delaney questioned more than stated, shifting her gaze to Sam for help but he merely shrugged in response.

Dean leant on the hood and pointed to the part he had gestured to with the wrench. "Alright, see this thing? It's a valve cover. Inside are all the parts that are on the head. Hand me that socket wrench." He took the tool from Sam who had grabbed it for him before Delaney could move to grab it. "You with me so far, Della?"

Delaney scratched the side of her head, her brain trying to comprehend both the car parts and why Dean told her about it in the first place. "Uh... I think so? The valve cover covers the heads."

"Very good," Dean beamed and winked at her, turning to point at another part in the hood. "This is your intake manifold, and on top of it?"

"It's a... uh... the thing with the uertor at the end," Delaney said, snapping her fingers as if that would get to remember the first part of the word.

Sam chuckled at her description of the part and stuffed his hands into his front jean pockets. "I think you mean carburetor, Delly."

Delaney smiled sheepishly at Sam before she focused back on Dean. "What's with the auto shop, Dee?"

Dean held out the socket wrench to Delaney who cautiously took the tool from him. "I want you to fix it."

Delaney balked at Dean's job for her and glanced between her two brothers, sensing Sam had already known Dean was gonna do that from the smile on his face. "You barely even let me drive Baby."

"Well, it's time, baby girl. You should know how to fix it. I don't trust Sam to do it and you need to know for the future," Dean explained and smiled softly at her like he used to before the whole hey-i'm-going-to-Hell thing appeared. Before they even knew what Delaney had inside her and before she even knew what a Wendigo or Azazel was. "Plus, that's my job, right? Show my baby sister the ropes of things while the middle child makes comments the whole time?"

"I do not make comments the whole time," Sam defended.

"Yes, you do," Delaney and Dean said in unison and grinned at each other, high-fiving for their synchronization.

Dean leaned against the side of the hood and watched as Delaney wrapped the socket wrench around the broken part, smiling around the rim of his beer bottle as she slightly struggled. "You gotta put her shoulder into it, sweetheart."

Delaney shot Dean a playful glare before she pressed into the wrench  more, hiding the smile on her face that things seemed to be the way they used to be. Now if it would stay this way was a mystery, but Delaney wasn't going to worry about that and just enjoy living in pretending that it was the before and not the now.

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

Man, it's been eleven days since I wrote for Delaney and high key went through withdrawals over the whole thing. We have just NINE CHAPTERS left of this book and I am so ready to get to Book Four, ya'll have no idea!! Also, GOOD RIDDANCE THAT GORDON AND KUBRICK ARE DEAD. MAN, I COULDN'T STAND THOSE DUDES!

ALSO, IT WAS DELANEY'S BIRTHDAY LAST TUES (OCTOBER 15TH) SO YA'LL BEST WISH HER A BELATED BIRTHDAY!!! MAY HAVE WRITTEN A SPECIAL THING FOR HER BIRTHDAY THAT I'LL POST ONCE THIS STORY FINISHES IF YA'LL WANNA READ IT!