(A/N) So I have written other stories but this is the first one for Supernatural. I don't know why it's taken me this long to write something for Supernatural, but I figured it was time because I'm completely obsessed with the show! I'm sorry if the format changes throughout the story I write scripts for movies so sometimes I start writing like it's a script! I obviously don't own the characters Sam and Dean, but I do own the other character I created. I'm still working on this story but I really want feedback and different ideas from this piece of story. Maybe someone can think of something different that I like more! I hope you all enjoy what I have so far! Review please!
Living in a small town life seems more boring than usual. For Liz, boring isn't exempt from her life. After finishing school, she was able to get a job working as a secretary doing odds and ends for her boss.
Unlike most secretary jobs her boss isn't mean but he isn't what anyone would call exciting either. He's boring just like everything else in her life.
The one thing that she looks forward to during the weeks are her Wednesday's. When she goes home and grabs a beer out of the fridge and changes into her soft and comfortable pajamas and kicks back to watch her favorite show of all time, Supernatural.
There is something about what the boys can do that makes her feel happy. Sure, Sam and Dean are both smoking hot so that helps but the way both of them act and the problems they face strike a cord with her. She also likes how their life isn't boring unlike hers, which is a nice change of pace.
Liz lifts up the bottle and sucks down the last swallow of the beer as the credits roll on the screen. She smiles to herself and stands up walking into the kitchen setting the beer bottle on the counter. Once out of the kitchen she walks into another room and starts wrapping her hands with some kind of material.
Once her hands are wrapped, she starts beating up a punching bag. The room she's in has a bunch of different workout equipment. After watching Supernatural, she thought it would be fun to start learning the basics of self-defense and whatever else she could get her hands on and learn. Surprisingly, she's good at it. The trainers she had all said that she's a quick learner and that it looked like it was a second instinct for her. After her feedback from her trainers, she decided that she didn't need to keep wasting money so she started doing her own training regimen on her own.
After her workout, Liz grabs a towel and some other sleeping clothes and walks into her bathroom to take a shower. This is the same routine every week. She comes home from work and eats, works out then goes to bed. Wednesday's are an exception from her boring life.
She steps out of the shower and changes into her pajamas she walks into her bedroom lying down under the covers. She rolls over and hits the alarm button on her clock making sure it will go off at the right time to wake her up for her job in the morning. She closes her eyes and falls asleep.
When Liz opens her eyes, she isn't in her room anymore. She doesn't see her posters or her own bed, but this room isn't unfamiliar to her. When she wakes up in this room, she doesn't freak out. She simply sits up and gets out of bed. Once out of bed she walks over and pulls clothes out of her dresser.
Once dressed Liz walks out the door and down the hall to the kitchen, she also knows well. She can smell the sweet aroma of bacon being cooked in a pan and she can hear the sizzle of eggs cooking on the stove.
The blonde haired girl walks over and sits on a stool at a bar hanging off of the wall. The man with his back turned is wearing a flannel shirt along with faded and torn jeans. His sleeves are rolled up so he doesn't get any grease on them. He has short brown hair that's spiked in the front.
Liz watches his back and his shoulders moving as he cooks. She knows exactly who this is. It may seem like a strange place, but she knows exactly where she is and whom she is with. This feels more like home than her actual home.
The man turns around with a pan in his hand. Once he lays eyes on Liz, he jumps ever so slightly. "Damnit Lizzy! Cas already scares me when he shows up without saying anything. I don't need you doing it too."
Liz smiles softly like smiling at a fond memory. "Sorry Dean. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just thinking."
Dean looks at her thinking. He then dismisses his thought and puts eggs on her plate. He turns around and grabs a different pan and shoves it in her face. Liz watches him and then grabs bacon from the pan putting it on her plate.
Liz smiles and takes a bit of bacon. She hears footsteps coming down the hall from behind her. The footsteps are heavy and unhurried. After a few minutes, Sam walks out from the hall into the kitchen. He smiles at the smell of food and his smile gets brighter when his eyes land on Liz.
"Hey, Liz. How are you feeling?"
She smiles at Sam nodding her head. Sam smiles knowing what she meant. They have been together for so long they no longer have to talk about simple things small gestures are enough to pass as a response.
The mood soon changes. Everyone is no longer carefree and smiling. Both Sam and Dean lose their smiles and their faces become serious. Dean drops the pan on the stove and leans over the bar grabbing Liz's arm and shaking it slightly. "You have to wake up! I can't do this much longer. Please, Lizzy, wake up for me!"
Liz's eyes widen watching Dean with surprise. This isn't like her other dreams. Something is different and she can sense it. They are usually carefree and happy. She looks from Dean to Sam. His face has the same serious tone to it. His eyes are sad. "Liz, please. We both need you."
She looks back to Dean and what she sees knocks the breath from her chest. In Dean's eyes are tears. He is actually crying, but she can see a reflection in his eyes. She can see herself, but she is lying with her eyes closed in a hospital bed. Her hair is splayed out over a white pillow while she sleeps in a hospital gown.
She pulls her arm out of Dean's grasp and trips over herself trying to back away.
Liz sits up fast in her bed. She looks around the room breathing hard. This is her room. Same light colored walls, same posters, same decorations and same TV sitting on the other side of the room. She lays her hand on her forehead and notices it's wet with sweat. She takes a few calming breaths trying to calm her pulse. Looking over at the clock she sighs its 5 in the morning this time.
She takes another deep breath and throws the cover off her legs. Liz stands up and disappears into the bathroom. She looks at herself in the mirror. "What was that? That wasn't like the normal dreams I have. Why did I see myself in a hospital bed?"
Liz takes a long look at herself in the mirror again. She doesn't see anything out of the ordinary so she shakes her head slightly and starts undressing to take a shower. She has to be into work at 7:30. It wouldn't make sense for her to sleep now it might make her late.
Sitting at her desk she seems to be typing away on her computer changing between documents but her brain isn't into her work. She can't get that dream out of her brain. She is used to having dreams about the characters on Supernatural, but they are usually her hanging out in the bunker or every once and a while going on a small hunt with them. Then, some take on more of a different tone. Liz blushes slightly. But none have taken on a scary tone. She was actually scared in the dream when she saw herself in Dean's eyes.
Someone walks up to Liz's desk and starts talking but Liz doesn't seem to be paying attention to anything she is saying. The woman tries waving her hand in front of Liz's face but still the blonde doesn't register the other person by her. Finally, the woman snaps her fingers by her ear. The loud noise snaps Liz out of the trance she's under.
The brunette haired woman puts her hands on her hips, "there you are. What was that? You were completely out of it."
Liz looks up at her and stops typing. She laughs awkwardly. "Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about something and I got caught up in it.
The woman looks at Liz. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Liz smiles. "No, I'm fine. I was just distracted. What do you need?"
The day continues like usual, uneventful. Nothing changes and nothing seems to be out of the ordinary for Liz.
The door leading to Liz's apartment opens to reveal Liz coming home from a long day of work. She drags her feet after taking her shoes off walking over to the freezer. She grabs a TV dinner and throws it in the microwave. Once the microwave beeps she sits on her couch curled up in her comfy clothes ready to watch TV before she works out and then sleeps to wake up to another boring day in her routine life.
The blonde curls up in bed once again. She's ready to sleep and go to her dreams that feel more like home than anything.
Liz opens her eyes once again in her dream. This time instead of seeing her room in the bunker she only sees blackness. It's like her eyes aren't even open. She takes notice of her body and she can feel all her limbs and her face. Her body seems to be intact so she can't figure out what is keeping her from getting up or seeing anything.
Then, she focuses in on a sound. It's quiet at first, but it soon becomes louder. It's people talking and it sounds like two guys. She strains to try to hear what they are saying, but she can't pick out any of the words. Every once and a while she will pick out the word dead, unconscious, dream, and other bad words that she doesn't want to hear while she is in her own dream.
She starts to panic. She tries lifting her hands for the first time, but she can't move. She tries moving her head side to side, but she can't even do that. This is definitely not like any dream that she is used to. Her eyes dart around, but she can't see anything other than black. Liz is stuck, but a realization comes to her mind. Without even thinking she bits down on her tongue.
Quickly Liz shoots up from her bed and looks around her room. It's the same room she had fallen asleep in hours ago and nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Her face scrunches up at the irony taste in her mouth. She touches her tongue with her finger and when she pulls it back, she has a small hit of blood on her tongue.
She shakes her head and goes into the bathroom to stop her mouth from bleeding. It looks like the day started early once again.
Back in the office Liz isn't typing this time. She is just thinking about what her dream meant. If only she could remember what the voices had said. She knows that they said something while in the dream. She had heard some of the words, but now they were escaping her. She couldn't for the life of her remember what they had said.
Papers land on the desk in front of her. The same woman from yesterday is standing in her vision. Liz hadn't even heard her walk up or try talking to her. The blonde looks up at the brunette. "Oh hey, Jordyn. What can I do for you?"
Jordyn puts her hands on her hips. "I need you to give these to the boss when he gets back. Liz are you OK? It isn't like you to be zoning out like this much less two days in a row."
Liz waves her hand in front of her face dismissing what her friend is saying. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
Her friend looks at her, but she obviously doesn't believe her. "Hey let's go get an early lunch."
Liz turns in her chair and looks at her bosses office looking to see if he is in there.
"Liz come on. He isn't in there. He had a meeting all day today. You should know that."
The blonde laughs slightly. "Yeah, of course, I knew that. I was just making sure he was in there. You know how he is."
The brunette rolls her eyes and laughs bitterly. "Yeah I know. Now let's go."
Liz stands from her chair and grabs her purse and follows her friend out of the office building. Both women enter onto the sidewalk from the building entrance. Instead of taking their normal way they both decide to take an alley to their destination that they have taken many times before to make it a quick trip. Even though they left early for lunch they can't be gone for too long just in case the boss came back and noticed they were gone.
As Liz and Jordyn are walking down the alley back from lunch, a man jumps out from around a corner with a gun pointed at both of them. Both women put their hands in the air but Jordyn seems to be more scared than Liz does.
The man seems jumpy and scared like this is the first time he is holding a gun. Liz looks over and notices that the guy is more trained on Jordyn than her right now. She slides closer to him without him noticing. She tries again sliding even closer this time. She slides one more time while the gun is still trained on Jordyn using her as a distraction. Both the man and Jordyn are saying things, but Liz isn't listening right now. Liz watches the gun and the man and she seems to be close enough to grab the weapon so he doesn't hurt anyone.
Before he can make a decision to shoot them or not, Liz lunges forward and grabs a hold of the gun like a second instinct. She pulls the gun away from her friend and pulls the end to face the wall. Liz grabs the man's arm to stabilize it, but he punches her in the stomach making her bend over herself causing her to take the man's arm with her. The gun turns on her and the man shoots without knowing what is happening.
As the shot rings against the buildings, everything slows down like in slow motion. Liz doesn't feel anything but her body is going cold fast. She can't comprehend what is happening.
She looks over at the man who is shaking and looking at her. Quickly he realizes what happened and turns and starts running out of the alley.
She looks over at Jordyn as her legs give out and she falls to the ground. Her friend is crying and her face is twisted in terror. She is talking on the phone but the words are muffled and Liz can't hear or decipher what is being said.
She lifts her own hand up from around her stomach area and her hand is covered in red liquid. She squints her eyes as her vision goes slightly blurred. As she stares at her hand, it all comes to her. She had been shot. All that self-defense training and she was shot the first time anything had come up.
Liz's head falls back on the hard ground as her eyes start to close, but her friend lifts her head. She can see Jordyn's lips moving, but she can't hear anything other than her own heartbeat. Soon the piercing sound of sirens can be heard and she decides it's a good time to pass out.
Before Liz opens her eyes, she can hear a rhythmic beeping sound coming from somewhere around her. Her eyes are tired even though they are closed. Instead of opening them she just waits and listens to what is around her, trying to figure out where she is before looking around. Other than the beeping she can hear talking far away but it sounds like multiple people. The voices get louder and then quieter like they are walking toward her than away from her. Every once and a while she can hear a ding of what sounds like an elevator and then sometimes there will be a loud electronic voice that sounds over all the other sounds she hears.
Liz thinks about what happened and remembers that she had been shot in an alley walking back from lunch to work with Jordyn. Considering the noises she hears and it smells like clean and chemicals she figures that she is in a hospital.
She opens her eyes and the light almost blinds her. She hadn't opened her eyes in a while so all the light in the room assaults her eyes in an unpleasant way. Closing her eyes again, she takes a breath and opens them slow once again. The slower she opens them the easier it is for her to get used to the room.
She looks around the room when her eyes get adjusted to the light. To her left is the heart monitor that is causing the beeping she heard earlier. Looking more around the room she notices a window with the blinds drawn. The window is leading out into the hallway that people are constantly passing by. The window and hall explain the sound of people coming and going by her. There isn't anything else in the room other than a mound by her bed.
The mound seems to be lying on her bed by her hips. While looking at the mound, she notices that the person under the jacket is holding her hand. She smiles and squeezes the hand she is holding thinking it's one of her friends from the office, probably Jordyn. She looks closer and her eyes go wide and she sits completely still.
The person under the jacket isn't a woman. The man has short brown hair and the jacket is an old beat up leather jacket. Liz can see hits of flannel sticking out of the sleeve. The man looks muscular and she knows exactly who this man is, but she can't believe it.
While Liz is still in shock after seeing who is lying on her bed, she doesn't notice the man stirring from his sleep. He sits up and his eyes land on Liz. He stops dead in his tracks and locks eyes with her. "Lizzy."
Liz looks at him not moving. The same surprise replicated in her eyes. "Dean."
As soon as she speaks he lunges forward and pulls her into a huge hug. He's hanging onto her like he thought he had lost her. Dean pulls away from the bone-crushing hug smiling at her. "It's nice to see you up and awake Liz. I was worried you weren't ever going to wake up."
Liz doesn't say anything since she is at a loss for words. This dream is really vivid. This hasn't ever happened before. She looks down at her stomach where the mugger had shot her. She puts her hand over the area and feels an aching pain and a bandage there. She looks back up at Dean, who is looking at her with expecting eyes.
Dean's face twists with confusion. "What's wrong Lizzy?"
She shakes her head slightly. "Nothing. It's just this dream is way more vivid than my usual ones. My gunshot wound is even in the same spot."
Dean's face twists with even more confusion if that's even possible. "Dream? What are you talking about?"
Liz looks down at her side again looking at the wound ignoring Deans question. "Wow, I can even feel the aching from the gunshot which doesn't usually happen either."
"Liz what are you talking about? Sam and I brought you into the ER over a week ago because some asshat on a hunt freaked out and shot at us. He hit you hitting a vital vein or whatever the doctor said. You were in a coma up until today."
While Dean is talking, Liz's eyes grow wide with shock. "What are you talking about? This is a dream right now. I'm really a secretary and you and Sam are my favorite characters in the show called Supernatural. You aren't real."
Dean stands up leaning over her. "What? If I'm fake and this is a dream then how come this hurts?" He puts his hand on her that is still covering the wound area. He presses down gently and a pulse of aching pain rushes through Liz's body.
She pulls her hand from under his. "I'm in the hospital because I was shot walking about to work in an alley. I tried to stop someone who was mugging my friend and I. My mind just made up a scenario that's replicating what happened in the real world, my world."
Dean stands up getting frustrated. "Liz. This is the real world!" He looks around making sure the door is shut. "You hunt with Sam and I. You are the best researcher that we know and you can even kick Sam's ass in a fight."
Liz watches Dean as he walks back and forth from one end of the room to another. She still doesn't believe what he is saying. Soon she's going to wake up in the real hospital surrounded by her friends and co-workers.
Dean glances back at Liz and he notices that she's barely paying attention to what he is saying. He walks back over to her bed and sits in the chair. "What will make you believe that you aren't dreaming? The life where you are a secretary was in your coma dream."
She looks at him thinking. "Well, if you feel pain in a dream it's supposed to make you wake up."
"Great. Hurt yourself and see that this is the world that you live in."
She squints her eyes watching the man sitting by her bed. She thought back to her other dream involving Sam and Dean. Their words came flooding back. "You have to wake up! I can't do this much longer. Please, Lizzy, wake up for me!" Then the other dream she had she had bit her tongue and she woke up from that dream.
Liz closed her eyes and bit down on her tongue as hard as she did in her other dream. She clenched her eyes shut as the pain shot through her tongue. She opened one eye and noticed that Dean was still sitting in the chair. His arms were crossed like he was waiting for her.
She opened both her eyes and they grew wide again. "I don't have any memory other than dreams and my life as a secretary."
"Wait you don't remember anything?"
Liz shakes her head no. "Only my life that is apparently a lie."
Dean stands and leaves the room. Liz watches the door close behind him. She turns her head to look out the window. After a few minutes, Dean walks back into her room followed by a female doctor with long brunette hair. Liz looks at her and notices she looks exactly like Jordyn. "Jordyn?"
The woman's eyes widen in surprise. "No Elizabeth you must have the wrong person. My name is Doctor Pierce my first name isn't Jordyn."
Liz turns her head looking down at her lap. "Oh sorry I thought you were someone that I knew."
The doctor writes something down on the clipboard she is holding in her hand. "From your dream?'
Liz looks back up at her. "What?"
"Someone you recognize from your dream you had during the coma?"
The blonde nods her head in confirmation with what the doctor is asking.
Again the doctor writes something down on the clipboard. "Elizabeth can you tell me what you remember."
She looks over at Dean, who is watching the exchange between both women, but he doesn't say anything. Liz nods her head again and begins to tell her about her life in the coma dream.
Once Liz finishes her story, the doctor finishes writing stuff down and asks Dean to follow her into the hallway. He stands and follows without saying anything. He had been quiet throughout the whole story. Not once did he ask Liz anything or make any comments.
Liz yawns and lies back down in the hospital bed. She doesn't want to sleep, but the bed is slowly becoming uncomfortable. She looks up at the ceiling waiting for someone to walk back into her room. Minutes later Dean walks back in. His face hasn't changed and his mood is still the same as before.
Liz watches him walk into the room and sit in the chair as he had before. "What did the doctor have to say?"
"She said that because of the stress that your body went through you went into the coma. Your mind created another life to make the situation less stressful for you or something like that. She was talking gibberish, but I was able to get the gist of what she was trying to say."
"But, why can't I remember my original life if this is my real world?"
"Don't worry Lizzy this is where you belong." Dean looks up at her and smirks. "She also said that you probably do remember your life here your brain just suppressed those memories."
Liz looks down at her hands on her chest. "Oh."
Dean leaves over and grabs her hand once again. "You said that you had dreams while you were dreaming in your coma right?"
She nods her head. "Yeah, they were usually in the bunker or they took place in Supernatural, I mean, this world."
Dean smiles slightly. "Lizzy those are probably your memories. Your brain was just feeding them to you in a different way. If you remember those dreams, then you will remember the real world."
Liz smiles looking at Dean, "Ok yeah. I'll try remembering everything."