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Not What She Seems-Chapter 7: The One Where Sebastian Is Tempted

**Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural or any of the characters. Sebastian and Ava are mine though, so yay for that! I wish I owned all of them though. This fic has violence and abuse/assault and sexual situations, so please proceed with caution. I hope that this chapter makes sense…I’m kind of taking liberties with the properties of demon blood and werewolves…and vetalas. The italicized section is Ava jumping from one memory to another, so I tried to space them out in such a way you could tell where one ended and the next starts. Let me know if it doesn't work and I'll update it! I really hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter Description: Sam and Dean find out something surprising about Ava’s past, and are left to decide what to do when they find her. Ava begins to remember, and Sebastian loses his patience.

Dean x OC Sam x OC (friendship)

When Sam came back into the room, Dean walked out in only a towel and sat on the bed.

“Well?”

“Garth said he was going to have to research and call back, but he said he would go ahead and come this way just in case. But check this out.” Sam pulled up his email and opened an attachment from Garth. A birth certificate popped up. “He found her birth certificate. Ava Rosalyn Walker, born October 13, 1985 to Franklin Lee Walker and Lillian Rose Walker. Frank and Lilly had had another child, Jacob, three years before Ava but he died when Ava was only five.“

"Was it a natural death?” Sam shook his head.

“It was recorded as a wild animal attack, specifically a bear. They were camping when he was snatched. The rest of the family managed to get away but when they found the kid it was too late. Garth was able to get a coroner’s report, and it looks like it was probably a wendigo. According to the police report, Ava had said that her brother had gone to the bathroom, and she saw a monster take her brother. When asked what it looked like, she drew this.” Sam clicked on another attachment. Dean was impressed. The drawing looked remarkably like a wendigo.

“A five year old drew that? Kid’s got talent.”

“Yea, well, the police chalked it up to her being in shock and they went on the hunt for the supposed bear that did it. Someone shot one, the reward was claimed, and the case was closed. They were lucky, if it was a wendigo, they should have all been taken.” Dean got up and dug through his bag for some clothes.

“Don’t tell me, the parents didn’t believe the police?”

“Bingo. Garth didn’t find anything about them going after that wendigo, but things started changing. Ava was removed from her school and they moved constantly. Garth was able to find a few hunters that remembered them. They were good at the job, that’s for sure. The mom had been a history and science teacher and the dad had built machinery for various factories and businesses. They were really good at research and even better at finishing jobs. It looks like, for awhile anyway, they were the go-tos for hunter stuff.”

“I wonder if Bobby or Ellen knew them?” Sam shrugged.

“I’d be surprised if they didn’t. Hell, Dad probably did. The man burned a lot of bridges, but he still knew a lot of people.” Dean disappeared into the bathroom to get dressed.

"What happened to them?” he yelled through the door.

“When Ava was ten, her parents were found dead in a hotel room, their throats ripped open and their hearts missing. Ava had been locked in the bathroom and when police arrived, they found her sleeping in the bathtub. Their deaths were ruled as a homicide and police concluded that they were ‘ritual’ killings because the missing hearts. The suspects were never caught. According to Garth’s source, it was a werewolf job gone wrong. And that’s where things get…weird.” Dean came out of the bathroom as he yanked his shirt on.

“What’s weird about it?”

“Ava just sort of disappears. Since there was no next of kin listed, she should have gone straight to protective custody and then placed in a home. There’s a six month gap between their deaths and when she shows up in foster care. And, despite the other trouble she had there, never mentioned her brother or her parents deaths. She doesn’t even act like she ever had a family. She never mentions them moving around a lot or that they were hunters. They took her everywhere, you’d think she would have at least mentioned something to someone in passing, she was young and wouldn’t have as much self control. That’s a big secret to keep to yourself when you’re only ten. It’s like…it’s like she didn’t remember.”

“We kept secrets like that when we were ten. Why wouldn’t she be able to remember, though? It’s not like you can just wipe away someone’s…"he trailed off. He and Sam both knew better, and they knew the cost of building up and tearing down those walls. "You think she can’t remember any of it?” Sam shut his laptop.

“I don’t know…she either doesn’t remember, she was pretty young after all, or she’s better at shoving her feelings down than we are.” Dean chuckled.

“She’d have to be a pretty good actress then. So, what’s the plan?”

“Garth is going to see if he can find anything out about this alpha. I feel like it’s going to essentially be the same as a normal vetala, just stronger, but it doesn’t hurt to check. We need to get the blueprints for that building and I think we should check it out tonight before we go in. Garth will meet up with us tomorrow, be on standby.” Dean nodded.

"And what about Ava? If she makes it through this…what do we do?” Sam frowned.

“I don’t know. I guess we will have to wait and see. We don’t know what, if anything, she knows or remembers. Who knows how she’ll react to it. I think the main thing is to get her out of there alive and then go from there.” Sam sighed. “She’s going to need somewhere to go, someone to take care of her. Are we the right people for that?” Dean shrugged.

“Like you said, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Let’s see about getting the blueprints and let Garth in on the game plan.” The brothers left their room and settled into the Impala. As he started the car, Dean looked at Sam. “Do you think we’ll make it in time, Sammy?” Sam saw his brother’s worried expression, heard the rare hint of dread in his voice, but he knew he couldn’t lie.

“I don’t know, man. I really don’t know.”

Sebastian sat in front of Ava and watched her. The second injection he had given her proved to be a little much for her and she had finally passed out, although she appeared to physically be okay. As he watched her, her eyes rolling and jerkily moving under her closed lids, he wondered what was going on in her mind. He had learned quite a lot about her when he’d worked with Ben. Although his original intent hadn’t been to involve Ben at all except for his various 'business’ endeavors, he had quickly gotten Ben to trust him and learned more about his girlfriend. Of course Sebastian, upon finding out her name, had immediately been drawn to her and so the quest to see if she’d be 'the one’ had begun. He smiled as he thought back to making her tell him everything; of course, he’d already known. What he couldn’t find out online, he’d forced Ben to tell him. He had learned about her past, the various foster homes she’d been forced into, the abuse she’d been put through. He felt badly, at least as much as someone like him could feel, about putting her through that abuse again, but she was tough. It was a necessary evil to get what he wanted.

He crossed his arms as he looked at her and felt a familiar warmth in his gut as he took in her naked curves. Even strung up like she was, bloody and bruised, she was beautiful. She hadn’t been like the others. They had all been conventionally beautiful, fragile even, the kind you’d want hanging off your arm like a trophy, people you’d see in magazines and movies. That’s where he’d made his mistake. He hadn’t researched them enough, just grabbed them when he saw one he liked. The last two had been different. He had researched while he still had the previous girl and had held off on giving them the injections. He wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t like he cared what happened to them really, but he had delayed doing it.

Part of him thought it was because he didn’t want to fail again; he had been alive a long time so it shouldn’t have even mattered, but you don’t live that long by being careless. He’d also realized that if they couldn’t take the demon blood, it would burn them up from the inside. He thought if he’d been a lesser demon it may have been okay, but alphas were stronger in every sense of the word and so he had fully expected it to end badly…and it had. The last two attempts had gone far smoother, he’d even moved on to the second step of his plan, but in the end it had still been too much for them. Ben had mentioned Ava to him when the second to last girl…what had her name been? He shook his head as if to dismiss the thought…had finally broken beyond what even the demon blood could repair. He had already picked out the next girl, a pretty redhead with a military background, but figured if that didn’t pan out, maybe this Ava would. The redhead had been working out splendidly, the best yet, but she had talked back once too many times and his temper had snapped, along with her body when he had sliced her throat so violently he’d broken her neck in the process.

He remembered seeing Ava for the first time in person, shortly after he’d dumped Red’s body in the park. He’d been milling around the square, debating on whether he should just take someone else or find a way to get to Ava, when he saw her. He’d forgotten Ben had told him she worked at the bookstore. He had sat quietly and watched as she pulled a cart of used books outside and set up a sign. She was shorter than he normally liked and had a little more weight to her than the other girls had. Where they had been tall and sharp, their hips and collarbones accentuated by their tan flesh, she was rounded and soft, curved where they had been more straight, her skin pale but freckled. Her dark blonde hair had been pulled back in a messy pony tail, and it shimmered in the sunlight, bits of copper and strawberry flashing here and there. Someone had passed her as they went into the store and she had smiled widely, a genuine smile, as she laughed at something they had said. And just as quickly as she had appeared, she disappeared back into the cool, dim store. Sebastian felt himself stir at the thought of that first moment and wondered how much it would hurt if he moved on to step two a little sooner than he’d planned. For once, he didn’t want to destroy her like the many others. Her talking back and fighting excited him, even when he did lose his temper. He wanted to her to love him, for her to want to have his child. The thought surprised him. Love was mostly a foreign concept to him. He had loved his vetala family, had loved his mother. At least, he thought he did. They’d been his family, but that was different and they were gone anyway. He growled quietly to himself. It was this damn body. The man may have been long dead, but his memories and feelings still lingered like a poison. Love. All he truly wanted was to build his family back up, better and stronger than before, so that not even the most talented and learned hunters could take them away again. Not even the Winchesters.

He stood and slowly strolled close to Ava. But, until that moment, here she was, gentle curves and soft edges and it made him hungry. It made a fire pull at his belly and his pants tighten against the throbbing ache he felt at the thought of what he was soon going to do. He slowly reached out and drug his fingertips across her skin, pausing to feel the weight of her breast and the pebbly feel of her nipple as he grazed it. He leaned in close, his lips barely touching her neck, as he took in her scent and sighed. She was captivating, and he wanted nothing more than to bite into that skin and truly taste her, feel the blood warm against his tongue. He tried to remember that she was just a vessel, a means to grow and protect his child. His hand ran down her side, past her hip, and rested gently above her blonde curls. He was tempted to explore her, to taste her, as his fingers slipped through the dense, soft hair surrounding her entrance. He felt a pang of guilt, no doubt some subconscious memory of a rule known by his body’s former owner and paused. Ignoring that brief moment of morality, he also didn’t want to miss the expression on her face when he did it. He was still debating on what to do when she moaned, her body twitching and pulling as if she was trying to run away from something. He pulled back and looked at her with mild curiosity.

“What is going on in that pretty little head of yours, Ava?”

**The tent was dark when Ava woke, startled by the sudden noise. She must have made a sound because she suddenly felt a hand on her small shoulder as if to calm her.

“It’s okay, Ava, it’s just me. I have to use the bathroom.” Her eyes gradually adjusted and she saw her brother crouched next to her.

“But we’re supposed to stay in the tent.” Her brother sighed.

“Yea, I know, but I gotta go. I don’t want to go all over where we have to walk, it’s gross.”

“But momma said,” Ava whispered, “you stay in here or get Daddy.”

“Squish, I know what she said, but it’s stupid for me to wake dad up just so I can go pee.” Ava looked at him with wide eyes and he sighed again. “I’m just going over behind those trees,” he pointed directly behind her,“ and then I’ll be right back.I’ll only be gone two minutes. Can you be brave for two minutes?” Ava nodded slowly. Her brother never lied to her. He smiled.

“That’s my squish.” He unzipped the tent and was halfway out when he felt Ava’s tiny hand on his arm. He looked back at her.

“I love you, bubby.” He smiled again.

“Love you too. Now lemme go before I pee my pants.” He gently pulled himself out of her grasp and zipped the tent shut behind him. Ava sat bolt upright and listened to her brother’s footsteps as they got further away. She was lucky; her brother was never mean to her, and if she annoyed him, he never let it show. He never lied to her either, so when he said two minutes, she believed it. She didn’t really know how long two minutes was, but she knew it was short and after sitting there for what seemed like forever, she began to worry. Momma had said to stay in the tent. She heard a rustle and sighed in relief.

“Jacob?” she whispered. When he didn’t answer, she whispered again, “Jacob?” Suddenly, a huge black shadow fell over the tent, followed by a blood curdling scream, and then silence. She sat, frozen, the shadow she saw burned into her memory. She heard her parents scrambling to get out of their tent and her mom’s scream as she caught sight of blood spatter across the tent.

“Ava! Jacob!” Her tent was roughly unzipped and her dad pushed his way in, fear written across his face. “Ava, where’s your brother?” Tears welled up in her eyes.

“He…he had to…use…the bathroom.” Her dad grabbed her.

“He left the tent?” Ava nodded.

“I told…him to ask…you…” she said between hitching sobs. Her dad picked her up and cradled her to him.

“Its okay, sweetheart, it’s not your fault-” He was interrupted by another scream, followed by brush snapping. “Okay, Ava bug, we gotta get out of here. Can you hold real tight to Daddy, sweetheart?”

“Yes…” Her answer was tiny and frightened.

“Of course you can, brave girl. Come on.” They left the tent to find her mom scouring the site for her other child. “Lilly,, we have to go.” She swung around to look at him, her eyes wild.

“We can’t leave Jacob, Frank. I will not leave him alone, what if he’s hurt? I know he is, look…” Her gaze landed on the side of the tent closest to her and Frank pulled Ava tight against his shoulder so she couldn’t see.

“Lilly, we cannot stay here. I will come back, I will find him, but we have got to get Ava out of here and we have to find help, we can’t find him if something happens to us too. We have got to go.” Lilly stared at Frank, panic and uncertainty on her face, but finally nodded. “Get to the car. Keep an eye out for Jacob in case he’s managed to circle back around. It’s only a few minutes to the ranger station by car, it won’t take long to get help and come back.” They ran to the car, Ava clinging to her father as they sprinted across the field and to the trail leading to the car. Ava heard twigs snapping, could feel her dad’s heart beating too fast, could hear her mom’s muffled cries as they finally reached the car. Ava was shoved roughly into Lilly’s arms. Lilly clung tightly to her daughter as her husband jumped into the car and slammed it into drive.

“Momma, what about Jacob?” Lilly smoothed Ava’s hair.

“We’ll come back for him, baby, but we have to keep you safe. Did you see anything?” She nodded but then fear overwhelmed her and she started crying. “Honey, it’s okay, it’s okay. We will find him. He probably ran off to hide, sweetie, remember how good he is at hide and seek?” Ava nodded.

“He promised he’d come back, momma. He promised.”

“I know, squish. Bubby keeps his promises, doesn’t he? He’ll be back.” She pulled Ava tighter to her chest. “Frank, can you-” She was interrupted by a loud crash on the roof of the car.

“Shit!” Frank managed to keep the car on the road as it fishtailed, and floored it once he’d straightened it up. “Hang on!” He jerked the wheel to the right to take the road to the ranger station, and whatever had been on top of the car disappeared. He quickly pulled into the lot. “Stay here!”**

**“Stay here.” Ava crossed her arms and stared down her father.

“Dad, I can help! I’ve been reading all about werewolves, I can help you!”

“Absolutely not, Ava Rosalyn. There’s a difference between reading about it and actually doing it. You’re too young. You will stay here, keep the door locked, and stay quiet.”

“Mom!”

“Your father’s right, you need to stay here.” She sat a bag on the table, then patted Ava’s shoulder. “That should be enough for dinner. We shouldn’t be gone long.” She kissed Ava’s forehead. Ava sighed, frustrated, but resigned.

“Be careful, momma.” Lilly smiled.

“We always are, baby.” Frank knelt down in front of her.

“If anything happens, you remember who to call?”

“Yea, Dad. Pastor Jim or Bobby.”

“Good girl.” He hugged her tightly. “We’ll be back soon.” Ava watched glumly as the door shut behind her parents.**

The hotel room door flung open and Ava jumped. Her dad slammed it shut behind him. Lilly grabbed Ava roughly off the bed and drug her into the bathroom.

“But momma, I was watching-”

“Hush, Ava.” She picked her up, something that she hadn’t done in a long time. Ava quieted down and took a better look at her mom as Lilly gently put her on the edge of the bathtub. A claw mark crossed her face, fresh blood streaming down her neck and onto the collar of her shirt. She was covered in dirt, and Ava could see fresh bruises blossoming on her arms.

“What happened, mom?” Her mother remained silent but hugged her tight. Ava hugged her back. Since her brother had died, she couldn’t remember her mom showing as much as affection as she was right now, and she didn’t want it to stop.

“Listen to me, baby. You need to stay in here, and keep this shower door shut and the bathroom door locked. Do not come out, no matter what you hear. Do you understand me?”

“Is something coming-”

“Do you understand?” Lilly repeated urgently. Ava nodded. “Tell me what I said.”

“Stay in here and keep the bathroom door locked and the shower door closed, no matter what I hear.” Lilly smiled as tears spilled down her cheeks.

“That’s my girl.” Ava looked over her mother’s shoulder and saw her father rip a comforter and pillow off the bed. He hurried into the bathroom.

“Cover up with this. When we leave this room, you make sure that door is locked and you get right into that tub.”

"Daddy, what’s going on?” He smiled and brushed her hair away from her face.

“It’s just a really big job, squish. Some of the werewolves got away, and me and your momma have to take care of them so that everyone is safe.” He sat the small bag he’d carried in with him on Ava’s lap. “If something happens, who do you tell them to call?”

“Pastor Jim or Bobby.”

“You remember where to get their information?” Ava patted the bag.

“In the small inside pocket.” Frank pulled Ava close and kissed the top of her head.

“That’s my Ava. You’re a brave, smart girl. We love you so much, sweetheart. Now you make sure this door is locked, and you stay low.” He looked at her one last time, then pulled Lilly away and shut the door. Ava, just like any other time her father told her to do something, immediately made sure that the door was locked, then climbed into the tub and shut the door. She pulled the bag close to her, then laid down and completely covered herself with the comforter. No sooner than she settled in, she heard thumps and snarls coming from the main room. She curled herself around her backpack. A scream cut through the air and Ava pulled the pillow over her head.

“Stay here…stay here…stay here…” **

“No!” Ava cried out, pulling at her restraints. The sudden movement should have startled Sebastian, who was still standing against her with his hands now resting on both hips. She opened her eyes to see Sebastian staring at her. He smiled slowly.

“What did you see?” She looked at him, confused.

“What do you mean? I didn’t…it was a nightmare…” Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, I think it was more than that, sweetheart.” He ran his hand up her side and she grimaced. “Demon blood tends to bring out the worst, the most hidden. Are you sure it was just a nightmare?”

“No worse than being here.” Ava spat. Sebastian stared at her, emotionless, then reached behind her and slowly pulled the chain. Ava bit her lip to keep from crying out as her feet once again dangled just above the floor.

“Is that so?” He pulled a knife from his pocket, unfolded it, then slowly pulled it against Ava’s right forearm, leaving a deep gash. She gasped but managed to keep from yelling, so he did it again down her other forearm. “My patience is beginning to run very thin, Ava.” Blood dripped from the knife and down his wrist. He glanced down at it, and his eyes flashed blue. “I really liked this shirt. Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of clothing?” He put the point of the knife into her shoulder. “It’s a lot of work. But at this point, what’s a little more?” Sebastian slammed the knife into her in one swift motion. Ava opened her mouth to scream but the only sound that came out was a strangled gasp. Sebastian let go of the knife, and it stayed where it was, sticking out of Ava’s shoulder almost comically. He laughed and Ava looked at him, tears pouring down her face. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.” He picked a syringe off the cart. “I’m going to give you another chance…I just can’t help myself. I like you, and I’d hate to be too harsh with you just because you are a little fiery.” He slid the needle into her neck and she closed her eyes, bracing herself for the moment her veins felt like fire. He slowly pushed the dark liquid into her and, as the first flames licked at her veins and muscles, she began to scream.

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