A/N: For those of you familiar with my Supernatural fic Of The Light, I'd like to briefly say that the information, scenes, or events revealed in this fic are ahead a few chapters to Of The Light. Which means this fic is slightly AU and the information, scenes, or events revealed are subject to change pertaining to my Supernatural fic. I don't believe you have to read Of The Light to understand what is going on or who the OC characters are; although, it couldn't hurt to read them (and review! *wink*). How's that for shameless advertising? ;)
The Duchess
Elm Treigh
Co-Written with:
Forbidden. Love. 21
Chapter One
"Magsie! Look out!" Dean yelled shooting rounds behind her.
Magdalena ducked in time, the looking glass she held slipping out of her fingers, and fell in shatters at her feet as she skidded under Dean toward Sam. Sam scooped her up and turned with her in his arms as he too shot rounds at the entity that threatened them. Dean began to fall back, cautious, for the ghost that had appeared out of nowhere disappeared.
"Guess this place really is haunted," Sam said.
"Ya think?" Dean growled remaining on guard.
They began to back out of the Antique shop slowly and carefully, keeping an eye and ear out for the ghost. They had suspected the shop was haunted from what they were able to surmise during their investigation. All the victims committed suicide 24 hours after having visited the shop. All claiming they weren't who everyone believed them to be.
Speaking to the owner, Richard, hadn't been of much use. Not that Sam or Dean thought he would be of any help. Richard probably hadn't a clue that the antique's he carried in the shop could be homage to an angry spirit or any spirit for that matter. But they were following through with a Hunter's procedure. Know what you're up against. And that meant research about the job and speaking to anyone and everyone that related to the job.
Even after knowing this, Magdalena still bought a plain silver antique bracelet from the guy. Even getting a discount because he took to her fairly well. She, of course, paid the full price despite the bargain she was offered. Magdalena disliked getting any kind of "favors" from anyone because of the way she looked.
So, naturally, she had no disregards in breaking in and entering the shop after hours for the owners blatant flirtations toward her and trying to, in what she felt, was buy her attention. She cannot be bought by anyone and if certain items in the shop were to be damaged while they were there, well that's just a shame isn't it?
She wasn't expecting to be be attacked, however. And she had no idea why she was the one that was attacked. Did it have to do with the looking glass she had held in her hands? The beautiful sterling silver mirror that she was drawn to. That was calling her. Compelling her to touch it, to look into it; that she'd find relief from her pain through it. Only to have been attacked by some ghost seconds later. A ghost that snarled behind her. And had it not been for Dean's quick warning and 'shoot now, ask questions later' philosophy the spirit would have gotten her.
Now, they needed to get out of there to reassess themselves and the ghost that had attacked them. They've each got a pretty good look at it. That would have to be enough. Neither Sam or Dean were going to endanger Magdalena's life. They do enough of that already. While, both had surrounded her, keeping her in between them, they made their way toward the exit.
Just as they thought they were in the clear, the ghost had blocked their exit. It hissed at Magdalena who was pushed behind Sam and Dean. It reached a hand out to her but Dean slashed at it with an iron rod; his gun out of bullets. The ghost growled at him as it dissipated and reappeared behind them. It grabbed onto Magdalena's shoulders roughly, and pulled her away from the brothers.
"Magsie!" Sam yelled, taking a hold of her hand before she was thrown away from them.
Dean slashed at the ghost again. The ghost vanished for a second, reappearing behind Dean and throwing him against the wall harshly. Dean's shoulder took the blunt of the impact, but he remained as stubborn as always, glaring at the thing. The ghost had his hand through Dean's chest grasping his heart.
"Dean!" Both Sam and Magdalena yelled.
Magdalena waved a hand at the ghost, effectively making it disappear. She rushed to Dean's side, taking his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. Sam mimicked her movement and they swiftly dragged him out of the shop. Leaving the ghost to sneer after their retreating figures.
Back at the motel, Sam, Dean, and Magsie were nursing what ever injuries they came by during their visit to the shop. Sam had very minor cuts on his face and arms, Magdalena was a little sore. It was Dean who received the most injuries. A bruise and small cuts surrounding it on his left cheek, his shoulder aching, and his heart still trying to circulate blood after being clenched in a strong hold. Which wouldn't have happened had he not been so overprotective.
Magdalena finished checking Sam over, healing his wounds, and made her way to Dean. "You're turn," She smiled at him.
Dean grunted but met her half way, plopping himself at the edge of his bed. Magdalena chuckled as she kneeled behind him, roaming her hands over his right shoulder, feeling, sensing for the tension and bruise he may or may not have received. Once she found it, she used her healing powers and gently massaged the area. Dean let out a satisfied moan as he allowed his head to fall forward, laxed.
Sam lay on his bed, deciding to look through his laptop while Magsie was... Helping Dean with his injury. He heard her ask him if he was feeling better and Dean's reply that he was but for her to please not stop and Magsie laughed pulling away from him so that Dean leaned back to her touch, eyes closed.
"Lay on your stomach, Dean." She instructed moving off the bed to allow Dean to do as she asked, which he did.
She then straddled him and kneaded his lower back eliciting an appreciative sound from him. Magdalena smiled down at him, continuing upward back to his shoulders, then to his neck, strolling back to his shoulders toward his bicep, then lightly tracing her fingers back to his lower back.
After a few minutes she could hear the faint sounds of Dean's snoring. She gently got off him, walking around the bed to reach his face, where she kneeled, hovering her right palm over the bruise on his cheek, healing it. Once done, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek and whispered, "Sleep sweetly, Dean." She caressed his hair, fondly, then straightened and made her way toward Sam.
Sam looked up at her and smiled, scooting over, making room on the bed for Magdalena to sit. Magdalena let out a relieved, tired, sigh as she let herself fall next to Sam. She grabbed his left arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, snuggling into the crook of his arm.
"Time to go to bed, Samikins," She murmured already dozing off.
Sam just smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head and whispered a good night. Magdalena mm-ed sleepily.
Magdalena awoke with Dean sleeping next to her. She thought she had slept in Sam's bed last night, but shrugs it off. She quietly removed herself from the bed, doing her best not to jostle Dean awake as she made her way to the restroom for her morning routine, ignoring her reflection. She washed her face, and brushed her teeth and ran a comb through her hair, humming faintly to herself. Once she was through, she picked up the keys to the room and left toward the front desk to ask for directions for a diner.
While there, she befriended the man at the desk and instead decided to have breakfast with him. Having a fine time, chatting it up with the man she had nearly forgotten that she came to him to get breakfast for the brothers. She kindly asked the man if she could make something for her friends. He gladly accepted, even offering to help.
After what seemed like only a few minutes but really had been a couple of hours or so, Magdalena returned to the room with Sam and Dean's breakfast, having already eaten with the kind man at the desk. She struggled to open the door, once she had she pushed it open and walked in, seeing that they were awake.
"Oh hey! You're up!" She said struggling to enter the room, carrying the trays with their morning meal that she labored over.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, frowning. Alex wasn't one for mornings, much less getting breakfast for them. Dean shrugged off the odd behavior, thinking it was her way of making up to them for the past few weeks. He stood and helped her with the trays.
"When did you get up?" He asked, digging into the food he settled on the table.
Magsie smiled at him. "About half an hour ago. Maybe an hour. I kind of got caught up in the conversation with Ernie. What a nice man."
The fork paused an inch from Dean's mouth. 'A nice man'? He mouthed to Sam, his brow raised. "So you decided to make breakfast with this... nice man?" He said sarcastically.
"Yes and," She smiled wider, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "I helped him plan a romantic evening with his wife. Dude's gonna score tonight!" She winked at the boys, walking to the bed and sat down.
Dean opened his mouth then shut it, looking like a fish. He chose to ignore that statement along with her previous behavior and continued eating his meal.
"Sammy," He said, his mouth full. "You gotta try this."
Sam frowned, watching his brother eat. "I'm not hungry."
Magsie turned her head to Sam, frowning at him. She stood and sat next to him on the other bed. "You're not hungry? You love my vegetarian omelet." She placed a hand on his forehead. "Are you getting sick or something?" She looked directly in his eyes, concerned.
"Your vegetarian omelet?" Sam asked confused. When had Alex cooked anything for him? When was the last time she was even nice to him? He wondered. He passed a worried look onto his brother. "Are you okay?" He asked her.
Magsie sighed. "I'm fine. That ghost didn't even touch me. Well, I mean, it did, but it wasn't so bad," She turned her body toward Dean, stood, and walked to him. "How's your shoulder? Did my massage help?" She began rubbing behind his shoulder to sense where the pain was last night.
Dean's shoulder stiffened under her touch. He swiftly stood up, trying to ignore the fact that it had felt good and he liked it. "I'm fine," He grunted, sending a glance to Sam who was sitting on the bed frowning.
"Are you sure you're okay, Alex? You're acting—" The sound of a cell phone going off interrupted Sam.
"You going to answer that?" Dean asked, staring at her.
Magsie stood confused at Dean's reaction to her touch and Sam's frown. "Alex? What phone? That's not even my ring tone!" She looked around for the damned phone, found it, and answered it. "Hello?" She growled into it.
"Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine?" Logan laughed. "And here I thought you'd be happy to hear from me."
"Be happy to hear from you? Who's this?" She glanced at the boys, removing the phone from her ear to check the number. It said 'Logan'. "Guys? Who's Logan?" She asked them.
The boys glanced at each other. "Well, that's a first," Dean muttered.
Sam stared at Alex, worried. "He's..."
"An asshole," Dean finished.
Sam sent a frown Dean's way as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Are you okay, Alex?" He asked for the third or fourth time.
"Alexandra?" Logan's voice could be heard from the phone.
Magsie returned the phone to her ear. "I'm sorry. You have the wrong number. But I'll be glad to take a message for this Alexandra girl you're looking for." She put her hand over the phone. "This asshole you're talking about... I didn't do anything with him, did I?" She paused, frowned, and added, "Wait. You called me Alex. Is that the alias I'm using?"
Dean raised his brow. "Did you do anything with him?"
Sam looked at Dean. "Alex isn't an alias. It's your name..." Sam answered slowly.
"Hello?" Logan said, his tone clearly annoyed.
Sam and Dean looked at each other. "What's going on?" They said together.
Magsie's eyes widened. "Oh flipping monkeys," She whispered. She returned to the phone, "Uh, Logan? Right. I'm sorry. I, uh, had a rough night. I'm gonna have to call you back, okay? Uh, bye!" She hung up the phone before he could protest. She turned to the boys. "My name's Alex?" She asked them slowly.
"Your name is Alex," Sam agreed.
"Isn't it?" Dean asked, his senses quickly shifting into Hunter mode.
"No," She sighed, looking around the room. She found a bag, rummaged through it, but didn't find what she was looking for. She lifted a finger at the brothers. "One sec." And went to the restroom, walking straight to the mirror. "Son of a bitch!" She groaned loudly.
Sam and Dean had begun to walk toward the girl who couldn't remember she was Alex, only to stop when they heard the loud pounding of someone at the door. They paused. "Who is it?" One of them asked.
"Logan. Open up before I blow the door down!" He answered. His voice tense and angry.
Magsie stepped out of the bathroom, past the boys, grumbling under her breath as she beelined to the door and opened it. "Dammit. You're Logan, aren't you?"
He looked at Alex, scanning her up and down. It was her body, but not her. "And you're not Alex," He said looking past her and to Sam and Dean, taking a step inside the room. "What did you guys get yourselves into now?"
Magsie scowled at Logan's form. She closed the door and stomped her way in front of him. "They didn't do anything," She hissed at him. Just who did this guy think he is? Barging in here accusing the Winchesters like they make mistakes all the time or something. Magsie thought, upset. She turned to the boys. "But this asshole is right. I'm not Alex. My name is Magdalena De La Luz, but you can call me Magsie."
She sighed and extended her hand out to Dean who was the closest. Different body, same manners. Different body. She repeated to herself.
Logan laughed. "I love how I'm always the asshole." He grinned at Magsie. "Sorry if I don't seem happy that you're inside my friends body. I seemed to forget my manners." He said sarcastically.
"Logan," Dean growled.
"Magsie?" Sam interjected before Logan and Dean got into it. "So, you're saying you're not Alex?"
Logan snorted and walked further into the room. "A real genius."
Sam ignored him. "But you know us?"
Magsie frowned at Logan, but answered Sam. "Yeah, I know you. And seeing as you two look so young and Dean still has his necklace, I'm guessing I'm in the past. What year is this?"
She began pacing the room; thinking back on what she could've done last night to cause this. She just knew it was her fault somehow. It had to be. Otherwise, Sam and Dean- my Sam and Dean- would be here too.
Dean furrowed his brows. My necklace? What would that have to do with anything? "It's 2006."
"So, you're saying you're from our what? Future?" Sam asked.
"2006?" She repeated, still pacing. "What was the last hunt you guys did? Besides the ghost you're currently working on. Which is my fault that this happened by the way, not you guys." She glared at Logan when she said this. "And yeah. I guess you can say I'm from your future. 2010 actually. However, because I don't remember you two traveling with any Alex, I'm guessing I'm not even in the same... dimension. Shit! How'd I let this happen?" The windows shook lightly at her statement.
Dean rose an eyebrow at the windows. Sam was the one to answer. "I don't think this is your fault," He said calmly, collected. "The last hunt we went on—"
"Is where Sam banged a werewolf," Logan finished, opening up the small fridge the room provided, taking out a beer. He looked at Dean. "You got anything stronger?" He asked.
Magsie balked at Logan. "What the Hell are you doing here anyway, Logan?" She walked toward him and yanked the beer out of his hands. "This is between my boys and me. Leave!"
The windows shook again, this time more forcefully, then stilled so that the fridge was shaking instead. Magsie was glaring daggers at Logan, emanating intimidation at him.
Logan laughed. "Those," he pointed at Sam and Dean. "Aren't your boys." Then pointed to her, his teeth grinding together. "But that body you seem to be helping yourself to is my friends," is my— he didn't allow himself to finish the thought, instead directed his attention to the brothers. "Even if they don't care about her, I do." His glare returned to Magsie. "So, I'm here to make sure she gets back one way or another."
He let his own power flare in the room. It wasn't as nearly as strong as Magsie's, but still impressive enough to receive a small surprised look from her. "So stop throwing your power around because I'm not going anywhere until Alexandra is back."
Magsie decided to change tactics. She smiled sweetly at him. "You're right. I'm sorry." She handed him back the beer, then cupped his cheek. "I understand you want your friend back," assuming she's only your friend. "And I can sense you're a pretty strong guy. I mean, just look at you." She glanced at Sam and Dean and winked. "But you're still an intrusion and an obvious pain in the ass, and seeing as you don't want to leave on your own, I'll just have to make you." She kissed his forehead. Logan disappeared, vanished, gone. She turned back to the boys. "That's better isn't it?"
Dean smiled. "It is better. Thanks."
Sam sighed and sat down on the bed, defeated. "No, it's not fine," He said, suddenly feeling tired, looking up at his big brother. "Dean, Alex is gonna be mad."
"Sam, that guy is an asshole. He had it coming."
"He's also the only person Alex trusts," He glanced at the stranger in her body. "She already hates me. You think now that we let her friend vanish that it's going to warm her up a bit?"
Dean rolled her eyes, unable to deny that Sam had a point, but still. He hated that guy. He smirked at Magsie. "You didn't kill him, right?"
Magsie winked at him but sighed upon seeing Sam's wary expression. "No, I didn't kill him. Samwise, you party pooper." She stuck her tongue out at him. "And no one could hate you." She added, walking toward him and ruffled his hair. "You're too adowable and if this Alex girl," She gestured to the body she inhabited. "Trusts him, then why is she traveling with you? Is it 'cause you're awesome? I think it's 'cause you're awesome." She grinned at them. Sam looked up at her, his expression unchanged. "Okay, fine. I sent him to the Gobi Desert." Dean chuckled. "What? He has the beer to keep him hydrated. I'm not inhuman you know, geez." She giggled, walking away from them and toward the table to lean on it.
Dean looked at Sam's face and sighed. "You know, that guy is probably already on his way back with that freaky shit he can do." He told Sam. "But right now, we need to figure out how to get Alex back so she can yell at us."
Sam nodded but turned his attention to Magsie. "Fine, but if he comes back, leave him alone. The last thing we need is Alex killing us because of him."
Logan threw the bottle, shattering it. "Fucking bitch!" He growled before disappearing and reappearing in his apartment to call his boss.
"She's gone," He said when he picked up.
"Gone?" His boss asked.
"Swapped souls in another dimension, gone," Logan answered.
"Then get her back, Logan. Or do you need me to hold your hand?"
"No, sir."
"Who's in her body?"
Logan told him that Magsie girl's name, growling when he said it.
"Interesting," His boss mused. "You will get Alexandra back, Logan. I don't care how you do it, but you will or you can say good-bye to Amber."
"Yes, sir."
"And Logan?"
"Yes, sir?"
"You might be interested to know a young woman by the name, Magdalena..."
Magdalena sighed. "Relax, Sammy. I won't do anything to him as long as he minds his manners. 'Sides, I don't wanna brag," She popped the nonexistent collar she had. "But looks like I'm stronger than Mr. Wolverine so, hakuna matata."
She grinned at them, then frowned when she spotted the weapons bag and made her way to it, taking out one of Dean's favorite knives.
"I wonder..." She lifted the blade to her forearm.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" Dean said, alarmed as he stood to his feet.
"Put the knife down," Sam said trying to get to her before she did any damage.
"Relax, guys. I'm just making sure I can still heal here like I do in my world. I mean, the fact that I was able to send Logan away is one thing, but to be able to heal is another."
She returned her attention to the task at hand, pressing the blade on her forearm, adding a little pressure, allowing a line of blood to flow down before removing it. She watched the cut heal itself instantly. She wiped the excess blood away to see if a scar was left. She smiled. No scar.
"Okie dokie! Looks like I'm still good." She grinned at them, cleaning the blood of the knife and putting it back in its sheath.
"Well, try to remember that's not your body! We don't take chances with her!" Sam snapped.
"Sam," Dean warned, sending Magsie a small smile. "We're a little protective. Alex means a lot to us."
Magsie smiled apologetically at them. "I'm sorry," She said sincerely. "Of course you'd be protective." She looked at Sam. "She's cute after all. I promise to be more careful. 'Sides, it's good to know I have my, uh, powers here too. Guess that means she'll have hers with my boys." If she has any... Though, considering Logan is her "friend", she just might. "Oh shit! Cas!" She frowned, thinking of her overprotective Angel.
Dean smiled at Magsie's answer.
"Who's Cas?" Sam asked worried.
"Boyfriend?" Dean grinned at her. Magsie was someone he could like. If she wasn't in Alex's body. He thought.
Magsie blushed. "No. He's..." She paused. Should she tell Sam and Dean about the Angels? About the Apocalypse? About them being the vessels to the Archangel's Michael and Lucifer? Everything that will happen to them? She could change their fate. She could save them and everyone. That's if they believe me.
"Cas is a friend." She said instead, stroking her ring before realizing she wasn't wearing it. She looked down at her hand. "My ring! I'm not... Oh, wait. Duh. Not my body." Her blush deepened. She looked up at them sheepishly. "So, what's the first step to getting me back to my boys?"
The brothers gave each other questioning looks. "To find out how this happened... Sammy."
"I'm on it," He replied making his way toward his laptop.
"What do you remember about last night? Did anything weird— weirder than the norm happen? Anything that sticks out in your mind?" Dean asked, looking at the girl in front of him.
"Hmm," Magsie said walking to stand behind Sam. "Besides the place wreaking of sorrow, loneliness, loss, and major broken heart? Um... There was this beautiful looking glass that I felt drawn to. I picked it up and saw something, I don't know. For a split second I saw her, well I guess me since I'm in her body, then the ghost attacked, and I dropped the mirror. It broke. I should've known better than to touch anything in an Antique shop. Dean warned me. Oh, he's so gonna keep this over my head." She groaned.
Sam hacked into the shop's online catalog. "Is this it?" He asked her when he found the looking glass.
Magsie leaned over Sam's shoulder to look at the screen. "Yep, that's it." She confirmed, standing to her full height and crossing her arms in front of her.
Sam scrolled down, looking for more information. "It says here the mirror belonged to a French Duchess. Her family donated the mirror to the shop."
He reached in the bag nearest him, took out a notepad and pen, and jotted down the address of the Duchess' family. He tore the paper out, handing it to Dean who stood behind him and looked at the paper.
"Who're we gonna talk to?" Magsie asked.
"Her Great, Great, Great— well, you get the idea— Niece. She inherited it from her mom, who inherited it from her mom; going as far back as the 16th century, when the Duchess was still alive."
"What're we looking for?" Dean prompted.
"How she died?" Magsie suggested.
"Sounds about right. Must've been the Duchess that attacked us then. Spirits will latch onto an object if they're not ready to move on," Dean said.
"Question is: why the looking glass?" Sam inquired.
"Well, let's go find out," Magsie said, patting Sam on the shoulder and smiling at Dean, heading for the door.
Sam and Dean followed Magsie out the room, toward the Impala. Getting in, Dean chanced a glance at Magsie, then quickly looked away. He couldn't help but wonder how many other Sam and Dean's there were out there and if they always ended up with some chick who had super powers.
He made a face before asking his question, "So, what does our future look like?"
Magsie had opened the back passenger door. She got in bottom first. "Um..." She leaned forward to remove her shoes then settled herself in more comfortably. "It's a Hunter's future?" She dodged.
Sam and Dean gave each other a look. They knew when someone wasn't talking. "Come on," Dean began. "You have to have some good information." He grinned. "Am I still a handsome devil?"
Magsie snorted. "You age handsomely, Dean. It's Sam that changes..." Her eyes widened at how that could have sounded and hoped they didn't think too much into it. She quickly added. "I mean, he buffs it up. All these muscles and he's smart and adorable. He practically turns into every girls wet dream." She winked at him.
Sam blushed, hanging his head sheepishly. Dean snorted. "You don't have to lie to make him feel better."
"Who's lying? It's the truth!" She smiled at Sam. "You're going tot be such a babe magnet Samwise. And the fact that you don't own that hotness, like a certain man whore in this car..." She said pointedly at Dean. "Makes you even more attractive.
Sam smiled at Magsie. Dean snorted again, muttering, "That's why he was banging two chicks."
"Dean!" Sam warned.
"What?" He said innocently. "I'm just being honest."
"No. You're being an ass."
"Banging two chicks?" Magsie asked, blushing but impressed. "Why Sammy! Didn't know you had it in you! Who're these girls you were with? Well, besides Madison. I know all about her. Sorry about that, by the way. But trust me, she won't be the last." She winked at him and cocked her head to the side at Dean.
Sam glared at Dean. "I was only with Madison," He said quietly and dolefully. "Dean knows that. He's just being an ass." Dean decided to ignore Sam's comment about him.
Magsie wrapped her arms around Sam from behind, resting her head on his shoulder. "Poor Sammy. Things will get better." She looked at Dean dejectedly. Conveying to him that no, it will not get better, but Sam doesn't need to know that. Not yet.
Dean sighed. "She'll get over it. Then you and her can go back to being friends," Dean said, though he wasn't sure if he believed that was possible. "Like Magsie said, it'll be alright, Sammy." He looked at Magsie, thinking a change of subject was best at the moment. "So, what's it really like in the future?" He smirked. "Are there flying cars?"
It was Sam's turn to snort. "Dean, she's from 2010."
Dean shrugged. "So? It could happen." He looked at Magsie. "So is there?" Not that he'd give up the Impala if there were.
Magsie kept her arms around Sam, enjoying the comfort it brought her. Just like her Samikins. She snuggled her head better on his shoulder and smiled at Dean. "No flying cars. Sorry. But I think Obama might be working on that. As soon as he's done cleaning up Bush's mess."
Sam shifted uncomfortably under Magsie. Not that he didn't like Magsie or anything. He just wasn't sure how to react to her. And being in Alex's body only made it harder for him. Considering how Alex had been treating him.
"Sorry, it's just..." He trailed, trying to explain why he was squirming.
Dean finished for him. "Him and Alex were a thing." He winked at Magsie in attempt to lighten the news. "But you can lean on me."
Magsie frowned up at Sam. "You and Alex...?" She pulled away from him, unsure whether she should feel upset about the news or not. After all, she meant what she said about Sam being every girls wet dream. He was definitely a catch and if Alex had-has a thing for Sam then she would try to something with her Sam, wouldn't she? "I'm sorry, Samwise. I didn't realize..." She smiled self-consciously at him, letting him know it was fine. She wasn't upset. At least she hoped she didn't look upset.
She glanced at Dean, who patted his shoulder wearing a crooked smile. She rolled her eyes, smiling, and scooted toward him. "Oh Winchester. How do you always get your way with me?" Her eyes widened. "I-I didn't mean it the way it sounded! I swear. You and-and I we've n-never done anything." She buried her head in his shoulder completely embarrassed.
Dean gave her a sly grin. "And you said Sam was every girls wet dream... it's okay. I know I'm irresistible." He remarked arrogantly.
Magsie blushed. "Okay, okay. You're kinda irresistible." She wrapped her arms around him. "The broad shoulders sure do help." She whispered in his ear. She sat up. "Speaking of shoulders. How's your shoulder really feeling? I can massage it for you? I have healing hands, you know." She smirked at him through the mirror.
Dean was taken aback by her offer, but quickly recovered, clearing his throat. "Uh..."
Sam laughed. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Shut up, Sam," Dean said, winking at Magsie. "Maybe later. We can send Sam outside to play."
"Dude," Sam responded, anger etching his voice.
"What?"
"She's in Alex's body. You're not messing with her."
Dean sighed. "Relax,Sammy. I was joking." Sam raised his brow at his brother, scrutinizing him. "I'm leaving her alone. Just like I'm sure the other us are leaving Alex alone."
They paused, giant frowns spreading across their faces as they registered what Dean said. It was Sam who asked the question that started to worry them. He looked at Magsie.
"They wouldn't..." He trailed, apprehensively.
Magsie had sat still, watching the exchange between the two, a little amused. How many times has she's seen this kind of banter in her world? Dean would flirt with her. Sam would get upset. Dean'd wink at her 'cause he was doing it to upset Sam because that's what big brothers do. Then there'd be days where Sam would flirt with her. It'd be a subtle kind of flirting. An intellectual flirt. Dean would laugh it off and pretend he wasn't bothered by it but Sam and Magsie both knew he was. And then it was mission accomplished for Sam. Dean would do it to him, so he'd give it right back. But she never thought it meant anything. Just... innocent flirting to pass the time or to help her cope with her loss. But this... This was different. Sam likes Alex. She needed to choose her words carefully. Or tell them the truth.
She took a deep breath, taking in the anxious glances sent her way. She let it out with a smile. "Well," She began, looking at Sam. "You know Dean. He can't help himself. But I don't think they'd actually do anything."
"I wouldn't do anything with Alex," Dean replied, a little on edge. "She's not my type." He added quickly, sending a pleading glance to Magsie to change the subject.
Magsie laughed. "Of course you wouldn't, Dean." She patted him on the head. "You're a lot of things, Dean and gentleman happen to be one of them. Well, sort of." She nudged him playfully. She gave her attention to Sam. "Neither of my boys would do anything. Trust me. They'll see my ring and back up immediately." She smiled assuringly at him.
She looked out the window, to survey their surroundings. "Oh wow! That's the Duchess' many Greats Great Niece's house?"
They boys stared out the window, approaching the grounds of a magnificent mansion. High peaked rooftops outlined in a light blue green color, giving it a touch from the sky. As Dean drove to the grand iron gate, Sam and Magsie marveled at the castle like mansion with it's high towers, and matured brick that was kept well.
"Can I help you?" The security in the intercom asked.
"Yeah, we're here to see,uh," Dean looked at the paper Sam pointed at. "Fleur Antoinette."
"Do you have an appointment?"
Magsie pulled up behind Dean and stuck her head out. "No, sir, we don't. We weren't aware we needed an appointment, but our matter is very important. It concerns the Duchess Fleur Antoinette and her looking glass."
Dean turned his face at her. "He didn't need to know why we're here," He whispered.
"Trust me, Winchester. Check this out." She winked at him.
"Hello? You wanted to speak to me?" Said a diminutive soft voice.
"Yes. My name is Alex. I'm here with my friends Sam and Dean. May we come in and speak with you? It's very important."
There was a pause, then the giant iron gates creaked open. Magsie smiled arrogantly at Dean who rolled his eyes. Sam smiled at them both. They drove up the long winding driveway, noting the healthy green grass and bushes; the tall trees tracing the gates and high walls secluding the outside world from their fairytale land. Dean parked the Impala just shy from the main entrance of the mansion.
Magsie slipped on her shoes, looked around at the place, and got out. All the windows and their detailed stone figures of Cherubs and gargoyles framing them. The architecture of the place was astounding. Luke would have loved this place. She thought. Never in her life did she ever believe she'd live to see such a grand house.
"Wow," She whispered as she followed Sam and Dean to the entrance.
Dean lifted his fist to knock when the door opened. A maid smiled at them. "Please, come in," She said with a slight accent.
Sam and Dean walked in, Magsie held back, fixing herself, suddenly feeling out of place with her attire. Dean grabbed her arm. "Would you relax? You look fine," He said, trying to hold back the exasperation he felt.
Magsie blushed. "You're just saying that. But thanks. It's just..." She trailed.
"I know," Dean replied.
The maid led them to the waiting room. "May I fetch you anything to drink?" She asked, gesturing them to have a seat while they waited.
"That won't be necessary, Belinda. Thank you," A young woman answered.
Sam, Dean, and Magsie stood just as they were about to sit. Magsie stepped in front of the boys, extending out a hand to her. "Fleur Antoinette?" She asked with a smile.
The young woman nodded, returning the gesture. "Yes, but you may call me Fleur. Would you mind joining me in the study? I suspect I may better assist you there."
"Of course," Magsie answered. She turned to the brothers, and grinned widely at them. Sam and Dean chuckled at Magsie's childish excitement and followed after the women.
They entered a splendid and regal study, walls covered with books. A miniature library it seemed. Fleur motioned for them to have a seat in what seemed to be a seating area. The small table in the center scattered with books. Sam took note of the books as he sat down next to Magsie, who was seated in between the two.
Fleur smiled at them. "There was a mention of my great Aunt the Duchess, Fleur Antoinette Corrinne Mireille Mignonette?" Fleur asked.
"Yes," Magsie answered.
"We came across the looking glass in an antique shop," Sam supplied.
Fleur frowned. "The looking glass." She stated.
"Yeah. Seems like, well, we got into a bit of trouble with it," Dean said glancing at Magsie.
"Trouble?"
"Um, yeah," Magsie frowned. "Fleur? Can you tell us anything about it's history? It's very important."
"Important, how?" She inquired.
Magsie gave Sam and Dean a look. Dean nodded. Sam leaned forward. "We, uh, we came into contact with the Duchess. She attacked us."
Fleur smiled at them. "Which one of you touched the looking glass?"
Magsie hung her head, ashamed, and raised her hand. "You don't seem surprised by this?" Dean commented. "You knew the Duchess was—"
"Still around? Haunting the mirror?" Fleur finished. "Yes. I've seen her a few times myself." She sighed. "I had a feeling donating the looking glass would cause problems." She reached for one of the books on the table, opened it, and gave it to Magsie.
Magsie placed the book on her lap. Sam and Dean leaned over her shoulder to peer at the picture Fleur wanted them to see. It was an old picture of a beautiful young lady. She looked more like a princess than a Duchess with her elegantly coiffed golden hair and jewels embroidered her Sapphire gown. The shy smile and sad blue-green eyes stared at them.
"She's beautiful." Magsie commented, looking up at Fleur.
"You look like her," Sam added.
"Thank you," Fleur smiled, reaching for the book Magsie handed back. "So, you want to know why my Great Aunt haunts the looking glass?" The boys and Magsie nodded. "Before I tell you her story, would you mind telling me why it's so important?"
"Well, " Magsie began.
"It seems Alex here isn't really Alex," Dean said.
"Excuse me?"
"When I touched the looking glass, I didn't see my reflection," Magsie explained. "I saw her." She pointed to herself. "My name isn't really Alex. This isn't my body. I'm not even from this world. My name is Magdalena, Magsie for short. I'm from 2010 in a completely different world."
Fleur leaned back in he seat, looking astounded at Magsie. She crossed her legs in front of her, placing the book on her lap, her hands settled delicately on top of it. "I see," She chuckled, shaking her head. "I can't believe it still works, after all these years. Well, I mean, sort of."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
Fleur stared at him. "My Great Aunt's story is a tragic love story. Not many in my family speak of her actually."
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"Fleur Antoinette was a witch. She comes from a long line of white witches."
"Witches?" Dean made a disgruntled face. He didn't like witches.
"Does that mean you're—" Sam began.
"No," Fleur said. "It ended with her. Upon her request. She was the strongest in our family and she didn't want her family, her sister especially, to go through the pain she had to endure."
"What happened to her?" Magsie asked in a hushed tone.
Fleur gazed at her sadly. She took in a deep breath and let it out. "The Duchess fell in love with a French Lord that her father— a cruel, prestigious, and very powerful man concerned with image and possession and wealth— disapproved of vehemently. Her family and the French Lord's family were rivals. They hated each other with a passion."
"Like the Montague's and the Capulet's," Sam said. Dean held off a snort.
"Yes," Fleur replied sadly. "Except in this case, both families were well aware of the Duchess' and the Lord's involvement with each other. That didn't stop the Duchess from seeing the French Lord Herluin Patrice Rainer."
Magsie smiled. She'd probably sneak out too, if her parents banned Peter from their home and her life. She understood that kind of love.
"One night, Fleur Antoinette decided to sneak out to see Herluin and confess to him that she belonged to a long line of white witches and that she had enchanted two sister looking glasses so that they could communicate every night without the fear of getting caught. Herluin loved Fleur Antoinette with all of his heart and didn't care whether she was a witch or not. He agreed to take the looking glass.
"On one of their many nightly rendezvous', Fleur Antoinette's father caught her and was infuriated. He took the looking glass from her, intending to destroy the mirror but Fleur Antoinette begged him not to. That she loved Herluin. Her father decided that destroying the mirror wouldn't do much. He knew Fleur Antoinette was a witch, as was her mother; his wife. What would stop his daughter from enchanting another mirror or finding alternate means of communicating with Herluin and prolonging a love he so much disliked? He decided that the only way to end the forbidden romance between them was to kill Herluin."
"That's horrible!" Magsie whispered.
"It is," Fleur agreed. "Fleur Antoinette's father hired some beggar from the streets to assassinate Herluin. Fleur Antoinette cried and begged her father to reconsider. That she'd do anything he'd ask of her, but to please not kill him. He refused.
"In her desperation and fear for Herliun's life, Fleur Antoinette set up a secret meeting with the help of her younger sister- my many Greats Great Grandmother- with Herluin and told him of her father's plan. Herluin suggested they runaway together, but Fleur Antoinette couldn't. She didn't want to leave her mother and sister to fend for themselves. She knew her father would beat them if she disappeared. Fleur Antoinette was wanted by many powerful men as their bride. She was the most beautiful, and her father had planned to... Sell her to the highest bidder."
"Which is why he was against the relationship," Sam said.
Fleur nodded and continued. "Instead, she told Herluin she learned of a new spell; where she'd send him somewhere safe and that she'd follow after him as soon as she found a place to keep her mother and sister safe. She told him to take the looking glass so that they could still keep in touch.
"Herluin reluctantly agreed. Fleur Antoinette decided to do the spell in that moment before she lost her nerve. As she was performing the spell, she heard her father calling after her angrily and in her panic she messed up the spell and sent Herluin to a different world completely. One she wasn't even sure of at all.
"When her father caught up to her, she laughed in his face, and told him he'd never find him. But her father was aware she flubbed the spell and for disobeying him and ruining his plans for her, he locked her up with the looking glass as her punishment; leaving her to live with her heartache. Knowing that she'd never be able to follow Herluin because she didn't know where she sent him and was unsure of how to follow him.
"Fleur spent the rest of her life trying to come up with a spell that would rectify the one she had done wrong. She wrote all her spells in a journal she kept hidden from her father." She reached for a different book and handed it to Dean.
"She had one last spell to try but unfortunately died before she had a chance to use it. It was said among my family that Fleur Antoinette latched herself onto the looking glass, hoping one day she will return to Herluin somehow."
"How did the mirror survive?" Sam asked. "Wouldn't her dad try to destroy it or get rid of it after she died?"
Fleur shook her head. "My Great Aunt gave the mirror and the journal to her sister on her deathbed. It has been in my family since."
"But you donated the mirror," Dean pointed out.
Fleur sighed. "Yes. I did."
"Why?" Sam asked.
"There was nothing else I could do for my Great Aunt. The mirror was collecting dust in the attic and I felt she was growing impatient. I couldn't take it anymore." She looked away ashamed. A stray tear falling down her cheek.
Magsie sniffled. She had cried some time during the story. She stood up and walked around the table to reach Fleur and sat next to her. She gently gripped her hands in hers and squeezed them consolingly.
"I understand, Fleur. The Duchess gives off a very heart breaking energy," Magsie said. "I think that's why I was drawn to the mirror. I lost the love of my life too."
Sam and Dean shared a look. Fleur looked up at Magsie. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thank you," Magsie smiled, wiping away her tears.
Dean cleared his throat, uncomfortable with two girls crying in front of him. "This spell she didn't do. Have you or anyone else tried it for her?"
Fleur shook her head. "No one in our family were in her situation. The spell wouldn't have worked. Besides, she was the last of the line and no one else in our family had the power to do so. We wanted to help, but we..."
"It's alright," Magsie soothed.
"Mind if we give it a try?" Dean offered.
"No, of course not. Go right ahead. I'd love nothing more than for my Great Aunt to have peace."
"Thank you," Sam said.
"We'll see ourselves out," Dean said, standing to leave. Sam followed after.
Magsie hugged Fleur. "Thank you, Fleur. Really. I'll see that you get the journal back."
"No, it's fine. Keep it. We've had it for too long and it's just..." She looked away.
"Sure thing. Thanks again." Magsie smiled, giving her one more hug before joining the brothers who had been waiting for her in the hallway.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"I will be," She answered.
A/N 2: If you're wondering what Alex is doing while she's occupying Magsie's body with Sam and Dean in 2010, I suggest taking a visit to Forbidden. Love. 21's page where you'll find Alex's adventures in Magsie's world. The fic has the exact same title: The Duchess, you can't miss it. If you want to know who Alex and Logan are, then check out her fic Twist of Fate. Have fun! And don't forget to review! Let us know what you think! :)