Deans burger lay abandoned on the table, the ketchup staining the newspaper it w as carelessly placed on. Sam typed away at his laptop, Bobby and Dean were argui ng over who brought the next round of be ers. Amy smiled and sat don with her str awberry shake, Deans arm going around he r. She stirred it around with her straw for a few minuets before taking a sip th en promptly fainting.
Dean placed his girlfriends unconscious body onto Bobby's worn out couch, The Co uch cushions sagged under her thanks to their constant use ."I told her she shou ldn't drink so many of those damn shakes ." he crossed his arms and sat down on t he arm rest next to Amy's head. Bobby kn elt down and checked her pulse " relax D ean. Her pulse its strong and its steady . I think shell be fine." Sam walked in frowning as he stared at the milkshake A my had been drinking. Her stirred it slo wly and his frown deepened. " Guys…somet hing's not right with this milkshake. I mean.. its strawberry right?" Dean nodde d and muttered something about it being Amy's favourite as he looked at her. He put his hand on her forehead. She had a slight temperature. Sam continued " then why is it a murky pink? When we were at that diner…every other milkshake that w as served was bright pink or some other neon colour. I remember because Bobby co mpared a banana milkshake to a glass of liquid sunshine " Bobby looked at him " I did NOT say liquid sunshine. I said S unshine's vomit. Maybe if you were sex e mailing that girl Becky-"
" I was NOT sex emailing! I was talking to Rufus in a chatroom"
"Rufus cant even work a computer" Bobby retorted
" I taught him! " Sam insisted
" Boy he cant eve remember how to kill a Okhami and all you have to do is stab i t seven makes you think he remembers h ow to set up a profile?"
"both of you SHUT UP" Dean shouted. " Am y doesn't Faint. She doesn't .she's a fr ickin NEPHILIUM . Her immune systems per fect. Even if she did….she's been out fo r to long for this to be NORMAL"
Bobby and Sam looked at each other and S am nodded " well… someone obviously mess ed with her drink." Dean just looked at him " Sammy….. I just said that. You don 't have to abbreviate me."
Sam looked at him " Dean you cant even S pell abbreviate"
" you cant spell supercalifragilisticexp ialidocious. You still know what it mean s"
" No I don't" Sam looked at him " and yo u don't know where its from."
" don't have to. I have a girlfriend and a life. Speaking of how about you get o n your laptop and type Rufus a little em ail about how you miss him." Dean smirke d as Sam glared and Bobby shook his head " idjits"
Amy's eyes flickered open and what she s aw made her frown. It was her bedroom ce iling….or rather her old bedroom ceiling as she was now living in the Impala and stingy motel rooms. She had moved out o f this house when she was eighteen. The ceiling was white with a huge devils tra p painting in red above her. She knew it was definitely her old room and that sh e hadn't just been put under a devils tr ap because of the pictures taped to the surround space around the devils trap. T here were pictures of guns and her frien ds and family along with her own drawing s and designs for weapons .There were pi ctures of all her familys safe houses, t he places she could always go to when sh e needed help. The roundhouse was there along with her aunt Ellen and cousin Jo standing outside. Ash was in the backgro und making faces at us because Ellen had insisted it would just be her , Jo and Amy. A ` female family portrait with the Roundho use girls.`Amy smiled as she remembered but then bl inked a few times as her vision went fuz zy. Her head seemed to think she was hun gover because it was throbbing like craz y.
She sat up in bed and groaned holding he r head. She then pulled back the covers and got out of bed, the smooth polished wooden panels cold against her bare feet . She looked around and saw it definitel y WAS her old room, and it wasn't just a random room that Dean had decorated the ceiling of to remind her of when they w ere eighteen. He had done stuff like tha t before, whenever Sam was out or they w ere alone for a while. There was her old big wooden wardrobe in the back right h and corner, the bookcase walls and the d ressing table crammed in the corner near the huge double bed made out of wood, t he headboard carved with protective symb ols.
She heard something out side her door an d whipped her head around, her hair whip ping her in the face. Her bright ginger hair with….BLONDE STREAKS?! Amy ran to h er wardrobe and threw open the doors, st aring at her reflection in the full leng th mirror that was on the inside of the right hand side door. There stood a tall girl with a young face, moss green eyes with a perfectly sculpted mouth. She ha d long pale legs showed of by her grey p yjama shorts. She had a nice figure and chest, showed off by the old and faded A CDC tour shirt that was two sizes to sma ll. Her hair was long, a beautiful shade of ginger that was a few shade lighter then auburn, with blonde highlights. Amy 's hands went to her mouth and her refle ction mirrored the action. It was HER. T hat was HER reflection…she was eighteen again.
She ran across the room to her dressing table and looked above it at the Bon Jov i calender. She shook her head as she sa w looked at the month.. January….the fir st day was crossed of. " January second… . 1997" she whispered… Today was the day that-
"Honey come downstairs. The Winchesters are here!"