A/N: Happygoddess2003 and myself (Hailstorm3) have decided to continue on this journey with Libby. You'll see some more of Libby's true personality as she starts to come out of her shell and feel more comfortable with Sam and Dean. We hope you are enjoying our work and any feedback would be greatly appreciated. We do not own Supernatural or its characters. We just own Libby and Katie. This chapter is brought to you by Hailstorm3. Thank you! J
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Later that day on the way back to the bunker….
(Ugh….only 50 lines so far. This sucked. How would I ever get to 300? And this car ride was horrible, especially with a sore butt.) I started to doodle on the opposite blank page from my lines while the Impala roared down the highway. I could hear Katie snoring quietly beside me. Without thinking about what I was drawing, my doodling started to take form. I studied my picture carefully. (Had I really just drawn my Father? No…no…no….that thing wasn't my Father. It was the monster that murdered my Mom and my Grandmother!)
"Sam," I heard Dean grumble.
"Yeah," Sam replied groggily, awakened from his brief nap.
"Is she still working on her lines back there?" Dean questioned. (Ooops!) I quickly went to move my hand over to where I was writing my lines, but Sam's eyes caught me at the same time. (Snagged!)
"No," Sam sighed. I looked up, giving him the most pitiful look I could. He just shook his head and then his long arm reached back and snatched the notebook from my lap. "She's drawing." I watched as he studied the drawing carefully.
"Drawing?" Dean growled. I could feel his eyes on me through the rearview mirror.
"You should probably keep your eyes on the road," I mumbled as I crossed my arms across my chest. (Uh oh! Did I really just say that out loud?)
"What did she just say to me?" Dean demanded with frustration as he turned toward Sam. Katie stirred beside me.
"I think she told you to keep your eyes on the road," Sam replied, distracted, his eyes still focused on my drawing.
"If I were you kid, I would my watch attitude," Dean stated threateningly as he glared back at me through the rearview mirror. "And if those lines aren't finished by the time we get to the bunker, then you're going to have to answer to me."
"Ok." (Ugh…..When did he become so parental?) I put my hands over the back of the front seat. "Sam, can I have my notebook back?"
"Libs, is this a rugaru?" Sam questioned, still holding my notebook.
"Ummm…yeah."
"What's a rugaru?" Katie chimed in.
"It's a monster….with worms coming out of its skin and it smells horribly, kinda like death," I replied. "My Dad…."
"Libs, that's enough," Sam interrupted as he handed my notebook back to me. "We'll talk about this later." I rolled my eyes and took my notebook from his hands. "And I agree with Dean…..watch the attitude." (Wasn't a kid allowed to express themselves?) Frustrated, I set the notebook back on my lap. I didn't feel like writing another word, but I didn't see any way out of it. So…..I picked up my pencil and continued with the torture. Sam started telling Katie about Jody and about another girl who lived with her. I tuned him out. I didn't care to know anything about Jody and had no desire to live with her.
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"Libby," a voice whispered in the darkness. "Come with me Libby." I peered into the darkness, but could see nothing. I knew that voice; it sounded so familiar. "I've come to take you home child."
"Dad? Dad? Is that you?"
"Yes child."
"I'm here Dad!" I suddenly found myself surrounded by an overwhelming smell. I knew that the smell. And then he stepped into the light of the little flashlight that I held shaking in my hand. His skin was pale and wormy with veins protruding everywhere. And his face was evil, pure evil, with dark eyes that left me terrified. I dropped the flashlight onto the ground and began stepping backward. I felt his large, lumpy hand tighten around my arm. "Nooooooo!" I screamed. "I don't want to go with you!" Tears spilled from my eyes. This was it; he was going to kill me!
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"Libs, wake up." It was Sam's voice. (Phew…it was only a dream. Oh no, why were my pants wet? Oh God, I didn't have an accident, did I? Only little kids had accidents! What was wrong with me?) I opened my eyes to find Sam's big, brown eyes staring gently back at me. I thought he looked like a giant leaning over the front seat. "You were dreaming," he said gently as he placed his hand on my cheek.
"Oh…..," I sighed, accidentally knocking the notebook off of my lap and onto the floor. Now my wet pants were in full view. I took a deep breath and then exhaled, trying to keep my breathing under control. Sam had taught me that. He lowered his body into the front seat, but was still looking back at me. He still hadn't noticed my pants, but I glanced beside me to find Katie looking over at me with a frown on her face. She knew. (I was so embarrassed.)
"Wanna talk about it?" he asked. (Geez, Sam always wanted to "talk" about everything. And no, I just want you to turn back around.)
"I…uh…I don't remember it," I lied, but the fact was, the image was still vivid in my head. I didn't want to worry them because I figured they already had enough to worry about. Sam studied me for a few moments and with a nod of his head, he turned back in his seat. I knew he didn't believe me, but I was relieved he didn't make a big deal about it. Besides, it was only a dream. It wasn't a big deal at all. I glanced down at my pants. Dean was going to be so pissed that I had an accident in his beloved car. I thought maybe it would just dry and no one else would notice. I looked over at Katie again and she mouthed back to me to "tell them". Instead, I started to cry.
"Maybe we should find a bathroom," Katie announced. I threw her a dirty look.
"Sure….there's a rest stop in about twenty miles," Dean replied. I looked up at the mirror just as Dean was looking back at us. "Kid, why are you crying?" Sam immediately turned back around to face me.
"I don't know." I wiped the tears from my cheeks and tried to get myself under control.
"She had an accident," Katie said quietly, quiet enough that Dean couldn't hear. Sam's eyes widened with surprise and his eyes immediately went to my pee soaked leggings. (How embarrassing…..I was completely mortified.)
"Ugh! I hate you Katie!" I snapped.
"Hey!" boomed Dean's voice. "What is going on back there?"
"Dean….we should pull over at a gas station or someplace that cleans the interior of cars," Sam said calmly as he turned back around.
"Why, what happened, did they spill something back there?" Dean questioned worriedly. "I told them no drinks!"
"Libs had an accident," Sam replied.
"An accident?! What kind of accident!? Like peed her pants kinda accident?!" Dean was obviously freaked out, just like I thought he'd be. (I was such a baby. They would definitely give me away to this Jody lady now.)
"Dean, calm down," Sam said calmly.
"I'm trying Sammy," Dean sighed. I threw Katie another dirty look and then crossed my arms across my chest. We all sat silently as Sam researched nearby places that could clean the inside of Dean's car. About twenty minutes later, we pulled off of the highway and into a small, car wash looking place. "We'll stay the night at the motel across the street," Dean stated. I was relieved that he had finally calmed down. "Everyone out and grab your bags." My pants were almost dry as I stepped out of the car next to Dean.
"I'm sorry Dean," I said, my face turning red with embarrassment.
"It's ok kid." He placed his hand gently on top of my head. "I know it was an accident. I'm not mad." He ruffled his fingers through my hair and then proceeded to unlock the trunk of the car. He handed us our bags one by one. "I'll meet you over there," he said to Sam. The motel room was brightly decorated with bright, flowered wallpaper and the quilts on the beds were a bright yellow. I didn't know how anyone we get any sleep. Sam was able to convince the front desk clerk to squeeze two rollaways into the room which made very little space for anyone to walk around.
"Libs…..shower," Sam said as soon as I set my bag on one of the beds.
"Ok," I replied as I tried to squeeze past him. He touched my arm gently to stop me. As soon as I looked up at him, I felt my eyes fill with tears.
"Honey, it's not your fault….there's nothing to be embarrassed about," he offered gently. (He could say that all he wanted. But the truth was, peeing your pants was definitely embarrassing, even if it was during a nightmare.)
"Ok."
"But we are going to talk about that dream when you get out of the shower," he added with more firmness to his voice.
"Ok."
"Libby, I'm sorry I told," Katie commented as she set her bag on one of the rollaways.
"I wish they never brought you with us!" I snapped back impulsively, glaring over at her. (Whoa! Did that just come out of my mouth? That was so mean. That wasn't like me at all.) I looked up at Sam and he looked pissed. (Shit….I did it again.) I looked back at Katie. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, it just came out," I pleaded. "I'm glad they rescued you and I'm glad they are taking you someplace safe. I really am." Without saying a word, Sam took a hold of my arm and led me into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. (Oh no…..he wasn't going to spank again, was he? I still hadn't recovered from earlier. Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut?)
"Sit," he ordered as he pointed to the closed toilet seat. I obeyed immediately. "This attitude of yours needs to stop. I'm not sure what has gotten into you today, or maybe this is the real Libby coming out, I don't know, but I don't like it and it's going to stop." His voice was hard and firm. A side of Sam I didn't really care to see.
"I'm sorry." I swallowed hard. (Maybe this really was me. Oh God, what if it was and I couldn't help myself?)
"This is strike 1," he stated firmly. "If we get to 3 strikes in 1 day, there will be a consequence for your behavior. Do you understand?" (Yes, yes, I did, but I didn't like it.)
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"How about some more respect?" Sam demanded. My face flushed red with embarrassment.
"Yes sir," I replied.
"After your shower, I want your pajamas on," Sam stated. "And then it's up to Dean whether or not he wants you to work on more lines."
"Ok."
"I mean it Libs, you really need to give more respect to the people around you," Sam reinforced. "Especially Katie….I don't know what your deal is with her, but she was a big help in solving the case." (Blah….blah….blah…..once again he had to remind me how great Katie was and what a screw up I was.)
"I know, I will, I'm sorry," I replied. He nodded and then left me alone in the bathroom. I sighed with relief, thankful that I didn't find myself over his knee again. It was a position I wasn't eager to be in ever again. (I had to do better. I would do better.) I took my shower and found a pink nightgown covered in hearts on the sink counter when I got out. I ran a comb through my hair and admired how long it was getting. Mrs. O'Hare had always threatened to cut it. Thankfully I wouldn't have to answer to her anymore. I quickly pulled it back into a loose braid and headed out of the bathroom. Dean was back, laying in one of the beds with the television on and Katie was sitting on her rollaway with one of my chapter books. I looked around but couldn't find Sam. "Where's Sam?" I asked when I felt Dean's eyes on me.
"He went next door to grab some food," he replied and then picked up the remote that was next to him. "He should be back soon."
"Oh." I headed over to where Katie was sitting on her bed. She set the book down and looked up at me. "Hey Katie…..I really am sorry for what I said earlier."
"I know," she replied with a smile. "I understand. I forgive you."
"I believe you have some work to do," Dean interrupted. "Your notebook's on the table." I looked at Katie and frowned. (Geez….he wasn't letting me get away with anything.) I trudged on over to the table and sat down, flipping my notebook open and getting to work. I had finished about twenty more lines when Sam finally came through the door with take-out bags. I welcomed the distraction. That night, I had the same nightmare about the Rugaru. I opened my tear filled eyes to find Sam sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Ya got her Sammy?" asked Dean's voice, coming from somewhere in the darkness.
"Yeah," Sam replied groggily as he gently pushed my hair out of my face. I was still shaking and rubbed the arm that the Rugaru touched. It felt so real. I thought I was covered in sweat, but reached under my covers to find that my nightgown and underwear were soaked. (Oh God…..not another accident. Why was this happening to me?) I started to cry. "Shhh….it's ok honey…it was just a dream, you're safe, I promise," Sam said reassuringly as wiped the tears off of my cheeks.
"It's not that," I choked. "I….I….I had another accident." I started crying even harder.
"Libs, it's not a big deal," Sam whispered gently. "Come on." He pulled back the covers and helped me navigate the obstacle course to get through the beds and into the bathroom. He turned on the tub. "Take a bath and I'll get you some clean pajamas…we can share my bed for the rest of the night."
"What's wrong with me Sam? This is so embarrassing."
"Oh honey…..nothing's wrong with you…..I did some research earlier and this can be perfectly normal for a child who has been through a traumatic experience," he replied. "And you've had your share, so don't worry about it Libs, we'll get through it." (He was always so good at helping me to feel better. I didn't know what I would do without him.)
"Thank you Sam." I wanted to hug him, but my nightgown was wet and I was pretty sure he wouldn't appreciate it so I just smiled instead.
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The next morning….
"Dean, I'm not sure how I feel about Libby going to live with Jody," Sam said as he helped his brother load the bags into the trunk of the car. "I mean….the nightmares….the accidents…..and somewhere out there is the Rugaru. What if he comes looking for her?" The thought made Sam sick.
"I agree with you Sammy," Dean replied. "She's safer with us." Sam was relieved to hear his brother agree. "Looks like we got ourselves a kid," he said, slamming the trunk of the car closed. "And I have a feeling it's going to be a wild ride."