Title: Dreaming Of Reality
Author: Demira_Watson
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Eventual Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel, Adam/Michael, OFC/OFC
Warnings: Spoilers up to S5022 (Season 5 episode 22), Slash, Femslash, other warnings as they appear.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's probably not mine. Supernatural is owned by the awesome Eric Kirkpe!
Chapter Rating: PG-13 (Swearing)
Word count: 2577
Summary: One stupid spell and my whole world gets turned upside down and screwed over. Life is weird that way…But apparently this is normal for the Winchesters.
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Dreaming of Reality | Chapter One
·Demmy·
The grey concrete slab was getting closer by the second when a tanned muscled arm grabbed me around the waist yanking me out of my descent (and a good few inches of the ground).
"Dem do you actually eat anything? Girl you're way to light." Ah Drake. A twenty-one year old Italian with dark skin, glossy raven hair (that's not too short and not too long), dark chocolate eyes and firm body to drool over. Most woman swoon around him and don't bother to look past the gold paint to see the copper that'll turn your skin green. Sure he's pretty but the brains department is sadly lacking. It's like he only has enough blood to power his dick and his brain has shutdown all non-essential programs.
He reminds me of a puppy. He's cute and he'll piss on the carpet but he's a loyal son of a bitch and a great companion to have. Just don't tell him I said that, he'll never stop smirking.
"I eat more then you AND Lucy combined, thank you very much!" I snapped back trying to wriggle free from Drake's impromptu semi-hug-rescue-lift. Lucy is my other best friend and where Drake falls on the 'Pretty but stupid' side of the scales, Lucy falls on the 'Massive Nerd' side. She's Irish but has no accent what-so-ever. She has short curly blonde hair and the most startling green eyes ever which are of course hidden behind her famous bottle-bottom glasses. This woman is a research whore with the fashion sense of a 1950's librarian. But I love her all the same.
"True…Where does it all go?" Drake pondered still not releasing me.
"It's about to make a swift kick to your family jewels in a second if you don't put me down right this-OOF!" Dropped in mid-air run, my ass become one with the concrete. "Asshole!"
"Only if you're up for it, though I think it's a bit kinky for my liking." Drake smirked down at me before offering a hand up.
"Pervert, why did I befriend you again?" I glared at him brushing off any gravel or general dust from my plaid shirt and jeans before pulling my shoulder bag round and heading of in the general direction of our next class.
"Because I'm cute." Without looking back I knew he was following me with that trademark smirk of his firmly in place.
"Kitten's are cute, you are infuriating." I rolled my eyes even though he was still behind me.
"A little passion in a relationship never hurt." I stopped, allowing him to catch up the last few steps to enjoy the full force of my glare, the smirk remained.
"Actually 90% of all murders are a crime of passion." My inner three year old did a victory dance as the smirk faded.
"…Should I be worried?" Drake stuttered. I gave a smirk of my own and then walked away throwing one single word at him as the bell rang.
"Yes."
As I glanced back to enjoy his slightly fearful look I accidentally bumped into another student.
"Whoops, sorry." I offered an apologetic smile to the young curvy brunette a couple of inches taller than me. She smiled back but remained silent. I felt like I knew her but was sure I'd never even seen her around before. She had a knowing smile and a tranquil look in her dark green eyes. It felt like I was standing at the edge of cliff watching the vast ocean decide whether today it would be calm and safe or show its true primal power. Drake bumped his shoulder against mine and I realised that the young brunette was gone and had left me gaping at nothing.
"You 'kay Dem?" Drake asked as he lightly pushed me into moving again.
"Yeah…I'm fine…" I really wasn't. As an Empath, some one with the ability to sense other's emotions and certain events before they happen, all my alarm bells were ringing. The attractive woman I just bumped into was causing some reaction deep inside and not the 'I have a crush' type but more the 'what the hell was that?' type. It felt like I was ready to pounce or run, my entire being was suddenly a wash with energy and I knew that it had come from her. Who ever she was she had some serious power underneath that calm exterior.
As I walked with Drake to our next class I couldn't help but feel like something was coming…
My name is Demmy Stewart and my life sucks…Well it did. You see I used to be your average twenty one year old lesbian on her way to becoming a young person's counsellor until one of my stupid best friend's decided to help me out.
It started with Lucy and an insane idea. She likes to call her idea's 'experiments'. It's just a fancy word to describe what Drake and I more commonly refer to as 'down right fucking mental suicidal plans'.
The new episode of Smallville continued with its epic-angsty storyline while two out of the three occupants of a tiny run-down apartment openly gaped at their room-mate.
"I'm sorry could you repeat that for me?" I took a large swig of my half empty bottle of beer and cringed at the bitter after-taste it had left. I honestly hated beer but after that mornings encounter I had decided that some alcohol that evening was a must, beer was the only liquor that three college roommates could afford.
Lucy cleared her throat and then brushed invisible crumbs of her grey pencil skirt. I never did understand her need to dress up even on TV night surrounded by beer bottles and half a pizza.
"You heard me quite clearly Demmy." Yeah I did, didn't mean that it had sunk in.
"I'm trying to pretend I didn't." I really am. Drake had decided to best me by drinking all of the beer left in his bottle in one gulp. Bastard.
"I just thought it'd be an interesting experiment."
"Luce… Seeing if with can launch Drake into space with nothing but fireworks is an interesting experiment. This is…This is…" I struggled to find the right adjective to describe how much of a stupid plan this was.
"Insane." Drake provided.
"Insane, exactly. Sweetheart I thought watching all those terrible horror movies taught you not to fuck with the Supernatural. If I knew it would inspire you I would have found bloodier ones." I am nothing if not a sniffer-dog for finding the bloodiest, scariest, gore filled horror movies in all of creation.
"We are not idiotic college students with more beauty than brains." She threw back.
"Speak for yourself!" Drake squeaked.
"If you had an IQ you'd know this was a bad idea." I tried to be the voice of reason.
"I have an exceptional large IQ for my age. I have calculated all possible outcomes and have countered them accordingly. Nothing will go wrong."
"Famous last words." I snorted.
"Demmy!"
"All I'm saying is this is a bad idea! Lucy I'm an expert in bad ideas and the supernatural. You do not fuck with what you don't understand!"
"I understand completely-!"
"No you don't or you wouldn't even be considering this!" It was quickly becoming a shouting match and Drake was watching us throw words at each other like an angry tennis match.
"Won't you even consider it? Aren't you the least bit curious?" Aw shit she had played to my weakness. Cheat.
"You're asking me to back you up on summoning a Pagan Goddess! And not just any Pagan Goddess, the big Mama! Fuck no! Hell no!" At this point I was standing and waving my bottle around like a freaking shield, like it could defend me against that amazingly stupid idea. As a Wiccan I have a healthy respect (and fear) of the deity's. You leave them alone and they don't tear you into little pieces. It's a good working relationship.
"I'm on Demmy's side on this one Luce. This is way above our pay-grade." Oh look Drake's brain still had the self-preservation program on. Good for him, if only Lucy's was on too.
"Demmy please. If I don't have your help on this then you know it'll end in tears. I may not even survive." Lucy had taken off her oversized glasses to produce the full on puppy-dog-pout by this point the only problem facing her was that I am immune to such acts.
"Then don't do it!"
"…Maybe we could give it a try, might be fun." I swore mentally as I realised her puppy-dog-pout had short-circuited Drake's brain. His self-preservation program was fried.
"Demmy, you're my best friend and I trust you with my life. So please trust me with this." Lucy held my hands and Drake was apparently no longer sane and well…I was falling down the rabbit hole.
A month later…
Word of advice people, best friends will get you killed.
At this point on the timeline of my life I was wrapped in my favourite oversized hoodie, freezing my ass off in the middle of no where cursing my nerdy best friend. Who by the way, was practically skipping around her ten foot wide summoning circle checking everything and ignoring my glare of doom. Drake was blowing into his hands from the other side of the circle avoiding eye contact with me. Maybe because he knew that I was trying to set fire to him by sheer will power alone.
"Everything's set. You guys memorized the summoning chant?" Lucy's grin just widened and Drake just nodded. Me, I was hoping to boycott the whole shindig.
"No." She glared.
"Demmy!" How the mild-mannered nerd managed to sound like my mother scolding me I'll never know but it had the desired effect.
"Yes, fine. Sheesh." I rolled my eyes and tried to bury myself further into my hoodie.
"Ok we'll start in five minutes."
"Why then?" Drake asked and I refused to roll my eyes again for fear of them freezing that way. Why the fuck had we decided to do it in the coldest October since records began?
"According to Demmy and all the books, the veil to the other side is thinnest on October 31st at exactly midnight. Now during our practice sessions the whole chant took approximately five minutes from start to finish so if we start at five to twelve we should finish the chant just at the right time to achieve the maximum potential of the summoning ritual and gain the desired results!" She said 'desired results' but all I heard was 'painful agonizing death' and 'dental records used to identify remains'. I'm a pessimist by nature but this was ridiculous. Remember I mentioned the Empath thing…well imagine its like the American's military alert system, you know the Def Con stuff, five being the happy hour and one being shit we're doomed. Well we were currently at Def Con two, people, which translated loosely to 'if you have any common sense left, RUN!'.
"Get ready. We're approaching five too."
"Luce can I talk you out of this?" I pleaded one last time hoping she figured out I'm not just shaking because of the cold.
"Aren't you curious? We're here; we're ready, why not see what happens?" I'm pretty sure that was a line in shitty horror movie we'd seen…probably said before all the actors and actress's died horribly.
Right now you're all probably asking if I was so afraid then why didn't I fight harder to stop the whole party, well truth is I was curious. Sure if this went sour then we'd be vaporized but if it went well…Think Disney's genie, any wish granted and no downside- other than the sacrifice but even I knew that could be anything from a life to your sight or even just a fruit basket once a year. The key was to ask all the right questions and be detailed about things. Hence why I was the one going to do all the talking and Lucy and Drake were to shut the hell up, if this went our way and we actually entered into negotiations with the Goddess.
"It's time! Begin chanting in five, four…" I could have stopped it. If I didn't chant it would end there. But I knew I wouldn't stop it, I had questions that only a Goddess could answer and this might have been my one and only chance. And Lucy knew it too…I had a vague notion that this was Luce's idea of helping me out. If it was she was the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for and the craziest. Most good friends invest in a private investigator for you not go straight to the summoning of Pagan deity's.
"NOW!" Shit.
"On Hallow'd Night With This Rite
Great Goddess Hear Our Plight
We Call You Here To Speak With You
And Pray You Find Us True
Bless Us With Your Mighty Presence
And Grant Us Time To Plead With You
Blessed Be To All Of Us
And Harm None In Pass"
It was crude but Lucy had put me in charge of the spell writing and I hadn't rhymed since my emo days in high school. Still it got the message across.
It had to be repeated three times in order to work. And as we came to the end of the third repeat I could swear I heard a clock chiming in the twelfth hour, despite being in bum-fuck nowhere.
The last chime echoed with our last words and we all froze.
I wasn't expecting fireworks or a parade but absolutely nothing was a surprise. We just stared at each other in the candlelight and nothing happened. Lucy looked disappointed and Drake…Well he looked like he was halfway to hypothermia.
"I guess the experiment was a failure." Lucy whispered.
"Guess so…" I wasn't convinced in the slightest. My ability to sense shit heading our way was going nuts. Something felt off about the whole deal and I was worried. "Home time kiddies. I am freezing my tits off here and I demand some sugary goodness!" That got a laugh and so we tided up our pagan experiment and tucked ourselves into the car.
All the way home I kept one eye on the road behind us. I just couldn't shake the feeling we were being followed.
When we got home we decided to turn the heating on and go to bed. Well I did. Lucy wanted to write up notes on the experiment and Drake wanted pizza. But I was too exhausted to give a damn. My inner three year old was in permanent hiding and all my senses where on Def Con One. I just wanted to sleep.
Of course I decided before I slept I wanted to prey to the Goddess. I wasn't quite sure if I was thanking her for leaving us alive or bitching about the fact she didn't even turn up. Either way I sat down in front of my iddy biddy altar and lit the incense.
"Mother Goddess, thank you for not smiting our asses tonight. I really enjoy living…I just…I'm not complaining…But if you're listening, I could use some answers down here. Please…Blessed be."
Having thanked and bitched to almighty Goddess I tucked myself into bed and drifted into a fitful sleep.
It's when I woke up that the shit hit the fan.