2/8/2015

"I really don't think this is a good idea Charlotte." My best friend was trying to lure a couple of her guys friends back here with her idiotic call and text messages. Their names were two that I knew back in highschool but haven't heard about since. "Don't worry, Ames. They'll come and then you can meet them! You'll know who they are instantly when you do." She gave me a smile that was actually a bit worrying. Normally my best friend was calm and not at all risky... more of a library-don't-go-out type of girl.
Over the past two weeks she had made a complete 180 of herself. It was scary... "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" That voice was WAY too familiar... "Dean and Sam Winchester. You actually came this time around. I was beginning to think you were going to keep bailing on me!" Her voice had changed from my best friend's, to some other girl's that I could only describe as Meg from... Ohhhh no no no no no no. "Meg. Who's your friend there? I-" Dean looked at me through the darkness and stopped mid-sentance. "Amelia Greery?" He actually remembered me...? "...Yes." I had hesitated for a second, wonering if that was a good realization or a bad one. He had a small smile on his face while he stared at me through the darkness. "Oh, what a sweet reunion of two old friends that had a bitter end." The thing- Meg- who was inside of my friend clapped her hands together once and turned her head towards me. "Shut the hell up,
Meg. I really don't want your cocky attitude right now..." I was actually getting really pissed that she had used me to lure them here. "Whoa Whoa Whoa... Wait a second. THIS is the Amelia Greery that you were in love with and begged dad to let you stay for?" Sam addressed his brother, who now had a deep red blush and angry look, with a voice of dibelief. "Sammy I swear to God..." He let his sentance trail off at that when he saw Meg's impatient look. "What the hell do you want anyways Meg? Why use her to get to us? You knew where we were, so why not just come at us?" Dean raised his arms and dropped them in frustration. Meg shook her head and laughed a humorless laugh. Sam came to stand by me while Meg just eyed him. "Stay close to me and don't underestimate her." He whispered while Meg told Dean why she had come this way. "Crowley is watching us all, so I needed bait of some sort. This... person had never been out on account of her parents wanting her to be a perfect daughter. Amelia here had been bugging Charlotte about going out for a very long time and thought she needed a little push. So I gave her that little push and she actually enjoyed it." I was a bit suspicious of her motives and watched her closely, remembering her in the show as a self-centered bitch. She turned her head slighly towards me, "Condsidering you got that out of a television show I'll let that slide. I watched the episodes with fake me in them and they really don't know my personality very well." She turned back to Dean, who was now holding a blade behind his back. I began to step forward but Sam stopped me, knowing that I was going to try and stop the argument from getting bloody. "...The mark?" I whispered low enough so that only Sam could hear. He nodded slightly and I stepped back with him. "You little bitch. You may not be self-centered, but I know you're working in place of Lillith and I really don't like keeping vermin around." He moved forward and Meg tried to make him stop, but failed. "How is he doing that?" She had a worried tone to her voice. I really appreciated her choice of scenery for the meeting. Field, middle of nowhere, no people around at all. Perfectly secluded... "WAIT!" I yelled, realizing that this wasn't right and she knew this would happen. "She had back up. Why would she pick this secluded spot otherwise?" I asked as Dean momentarily stopped. Sam looked at me with a slightly shocked expression on his face as he looked at me. "How did you-" I put up a hand and said, "Television may not always be right, but it can be right in some things." Meg laughed before dissapearing into thin air. "DAMMIT!" Dean yelled into the darkness, turning around and dropping the knife. "She won't be back for awhile..." Sam said quietly. I nodded, going over to Dean and picking up the knife. I tossed it to Sam, who caught it effortlessly. "Amy, why the hell did you do that?" He was breathing a bit heavily and sweat was forming on his head. I bent down to where he was squatted and took his face in my hands, "Because no demon bitch is worth giving up your humanity over. You looked as though you were going to start killing and not stop. I didn't want you to kill and regret it later." He looked up at me with sorry eyes as I felt his anger and hostility begin to go away. "Thank you..." He said. His eyes closed and he fell forward as he passed out. "Oh good Lord. Sam, help me would you please?" He sprinted over and helped to hold Dean up so that we could get him back to their car. Meg had made me wear a black tank-top that had red ribbon down the front and a black leather mini-skirt along with red leggings which I forced her to let me put on as well. My worn out, grey Converse were totally a mis-match for the outfit but had to be worn considering the field we were in. I was actually happy that I had worn them since I was half carrying Dean back to the car that he had come in. "So.. ngh.. you're the girl that Dean wouldn't shut up about in high school?" Sam asked as Dean's Impala came into sight. Well I guess the show had gotten that right as well. I grunted as Sam opened the back door to set Dean inside, "I guess so. I was the only 'Amelia Greer' at North."
I got into the passenger seat and saw Sam give me a funny look before getting into the driver's side. "What's with the funny look?"
I asked after he had gotten in and the car started. He shrugged and made an odd face, shaking his head. "Nothing, just wondered why you got into the passenger seat instead of the driver's." I laughed a little, "Because Dean would probably have a bitch-fit if he woke up to me driving his 'baby'... and I would really rather not have that right now." Sam nodded and made a face of understanding before driving off and onto the empty road lined with pine trees. "...So do you have a place to go?" Sam asked me after driving for a couple of minutes. I nodded slowly and responded with: "If you mean; somewhere safe where no demons or anything of the nature can get to me... then no. I live with my parents because they told me if I left the house before age twenty-five that I would be cut-off for as long as they live. As well as my father needs a punching bag every now and again for when he comes home drunk." Sam looked at me with another shocked expression; only this one was mixed with horror. "...How and why does your dad beat you?" He was hesitant to ask the question, as anyone would be if they found out a young woman was getting beat by her father at age twenty. I shrugged, "It really doesn't bother me anymore. I mean, when he first started to do it it bothered me to the point of calling the cops... They just laughed and told me that my father was the mayor so I sould stop making up stories. Granted at that point in time my father was mayor... Now he's a dirty man who drinks away all of my mother's money and beats me for fun while my mom has her night job. I have my day job after I finished the community college last year... So that leaves lots of time for him to be able to do as he pleases with me at night." Sam had a horrified look that could only be described as pure hatred and disgust for my low-life dad. "If I may interrupt for a second..." A man's voice that was not Dean's sounded from the backseat and Sam nearly drove off the road in shock. "Who the-" "Castiel... He's an angel that you clearly have never met before today. He can be a dick but he's good. So don't hate him just because he doesn't know much yet." I told Sam. They both kind of stared at me with dumb looks on their faces as Dean woke up and nearly punched him in the face. "What the hell Cas!?" He yelled, rubbing his eyes and blinking a couple of times. "Sorry, Dean, I have news for you all. Even Amy." I was a little surprised by this but listened anyways as he went on to explain, "I know that you have only just met, but Amy is going to be a huge help to you both... So take her with you. Dean, you missed her back-story that she just told Sam... So you're going to have to be given the summary." Castiel looked at me and then nodded, leaving with a sound of flapping wings. I groaned, but looked at a concerned Dean and told him the 'summary'. "I am beaten by my father and my mother works nights so she knows nothing about it. The cops won't do anything because that would kill the town's repuation from my father being former mayor, so I am forced to deal with it. They will cut me off if I leave before I'm twenty-five, so I have to stay and give my parents money for food as well as myself." Dean had a murderous expression on his face as he leaned against the window and looked out it. "So, I take it that we're going to bring you back with us then?" Sam asked as he neared my house. "Yeah, but stop at the house on your next right. I need to pick up a few things." Dean seemed to get even angrier and I knew what was going to happen if he got out of the car. "No, Dean. It isn't worth it. I know he's a dick, but don't kill him." I said. He turned to me as he tried to calm himself down, "I will not have some asshole hurting you. If he touches you while you're in there he is going to die." Dean said with a completely serious face. I nodded as we turned into the driveway of my parents' mansion. "Holy shit..." Sam whispered. "My mom is an emergency surgeon... Like I said, night shifts are the busiest because she can do all the duties of a normal ER doctor and more so..." I shrugged as Sam stopped the car. My dad opened the front door before anyone even got out, "Do not come out unless I say so. Let me out the driver's side so he thinks I'm alone." Sam and Dean ducked down as I got out of the driver's door and rolled the window down. "D-Dooo youu even knoww what tiiimmeee it is?!" My father tried to yell, but slurred and stumbled over his words. He had a bottle of Jack's in his hand as he tried to come down the stairs. "Fuck you. I need to get my shit from the house, asshole." I tried to get past him but he grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground. "You stupid bitch! You're just like your mother! You think that because you're successful that you have every right to piss on us low-lives. Well FUCK YOU!" He kicked me and all I heard was his muffled scream as Dean stabbed him in the neck. "Get your shit and let's go." He said, helping me up and letting me run into the house as my heart raced with adrenaline. I grabbed two bags and filled them with my stuff, along with bread, peanut butter, and jelly and also a few cans of Dr. Pepper. I left the house as Sam opened the passenger door, yelling 'get in'. I jumped in and threw my stuff in the backseat. "Be careful, there's bread in the red bag." I told Dean as he tried to squish the bags on the floor. He rolled his eyes and picked the red one up, setting it next to himself. "Soooo... The bunker exists, right?" I asked as Dean grabbed my cell phone and threw it out the window. "HEY!" I yelled, turning and giving Dean the worst look I could possibly muster. "Your phone is traceable. Not gonna happen as long as you're with us. We always switch out our phones after a couple of months of using them for safety." Dean handed me a new phone after putting battery in it and smiled. I scoffed and took the phone, muttering a "Thank you jerk." under my breath. "Bitch." He retorted. I smiled, "Jerk." He looked at me with wide eyes that I saw in my perefriel vision. I laughed at his confused expression. My mouse-brown hair with the blonde highlights was half out of it's braided pony-tail-
bun that Meg insisted I wear, so I just it loose into a long, wavy mess. "Your hair is really pretty." Dean whispered. Sam actually almost slammed on the gas when he heard that comment. "Dude, are you freakin' serious right now? You are so whipped!" Dean hit Sam on the back of the head and leaned back, muttering something about his brother being annoying. I laid my head against the window and closed my eyes as it began to rain softly, thinking about the Winchesters actually being real and me being with them as I fell asleep to the lulluby of the rain.