Chapter Two- A Few Fries Short of a Happy Meal

Just to let you all know, there will be a few time skips in the next few chapters to kinda set things in motion. Hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as the last one!

-I do NOT own Supernatural or it's characters

-I DO own Sonya and the plot

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"Hello there."

Blinking at the tree in front of her, Sonya frowned at it in confusion. It wasn't exactly normal per-se for a tree to be talking to her, but she wasn't one to judge. "Um... Hello?"

"Ahem, behind you." Furrowing her eyebrows, she turned around and blinked at the person standing there. "Oh, that makes more sense then. Hello." His face was blurry, like she had forgotten her glasses or something. Out of habit, she pushed her finger up her nose, attempting to adjust the glasses that weren't there and sighed at the automatic action.

"Hold on, let me-" The figure raised their arm and made a snapping noise, immediately after her vision cleared, letting Sonya actually see who it was.

"You! What- How..." Eyes wide, she stared at Chuck in front of her, his easy smile making her suspicious as she eyed him. Raising his hands in front of him, Chuck shook his head. "Calm down, I can't hold this connection for long and there are quite a few things I need to say."

"Connection?" Looking around their surroundings, Sonya eyed the ever so slightly out of focus trees there. "This is a dream isn't it?"

"I wouldn't be able to speak with you otherwise." Sticking his hands in his pockets, Chuck watched her as she turned in a slow circle then faced him once more with that suspicious look on her face.

"You aren't Robert are you, you weren't the first time either. I remember now, we met at a Con before everything went sideways." Taking a step closer to him, Sonya pointed an accusing finger at his face with a scowl. "You brought me to this place!"

"You did wish for adventure." Chuck shrugged his shoulders and offered her a smile, one she didn't return as she folded her arms across her chest and continued glaring at him. "I also said I'll probably die right away too! I don't want to die, Chuck."

Heaving a sigh, Chuck reached out and touched a finger to her necklace. The bright blue stone in the center flashing dully for a moment before resuming it's natural look once more. "There. You've gotten your wish, what more do you want?"

"I want to know why I can't remember hardly anything from before I got here!" Throwing her hands up in the air, Sonya began pacing back and forth in front of him, full of agitation while she continued ranting at the poor guy.

"I know my life, and everything that happened, but the six or so hours before I got here! Nothing! I didn't even connect it was you that sent me here until just now! And the show! I told Bobby he was part of a tv show, but I couldn't tell him the name or anything else that happens in it!"

"That would be because I made sure you couldn't." Chuck raised an eyebrow at her, watching as she came to a full stop and slowly turned her head to look over at him. "Why?"

"Knowing the future is a dangerous thing, a game no one should play, especially when other's lives are at stake because of it." Reaching out, he went to put a hand on her shoulder, but thought twice and dropped it back down to his side with a frustrated sigh. "Why is it, in any universe, you never trust me?"

"Excuse me?" Sonya squinted her eyes and shot him a very suspicious look. "Any universe?"

"What? You thought you were the only version of yourself that managed to get to a new life on their own?" Chuck scoffed and waved a hand in the air beside him with a smug smile. "I've been nudging various versions of you into new lives for years."

His smile fell then, becoming irritated as he eyed her in frustration. "And yet, each one I spoke to after helping them out, never trusted me. Always in a dream and always suspicious and in some cases, violent."

"You plucked me out of my life! Of course I'm suspicious!" Sonya snapped, clenching one of her hands into a fist as she resisted the urge to stomp her foot. "Because you asked me to!" Chuck snapped back, his eyebrows furrowing while he spoke. "There's a version of you living it up with Elves, another two versions of you in some world based around a thing called Inuyasha! Granted one of you already existed in that world and I brought another one there, but that is beside the point. I have done everything each of you asked for when it came to a new life. And every time I speak with them, they have never, in any case, ever been grateful."

Struck dumb by this new information, Sonya stared at him while he continued ranting as he paced back and forth. "The one living with Elves, name's not the same, but defiantly you in all other aspects. At least she was polite about it, could still tell she didn't trust me."

"Would you trust a random guy showing up in a dream and telling you he's the reason you're in a different world?" Sonya finally asked, cutting in as he took a deep breath. "Think about it from our point of view."

He hesitated a moment then nodded reluctantly. "I see your point. However, what I've done for you, all of you. Why isn't that proof enough?"

"That's another thing." Sonya rubbed her face with frustration coloring her tone. "Why me? Or do you just go around doing this to a bunch of other people too?"

"Sometimes, mostly you though."

"Why? What on earth did I do to deserve all of this... Attention if you want to call it that?" Despite being in a dream at the moment, Sonya could just feel her energy slowly depleting from this entire conversation alone. It wasn't exactly your run of the mill dream.

Chuck's silence made her drop her hands from her face and stare at him expectantly. She couldn't exactly say she knew him, but during this whole conversation, he didn't once not respond to what she said. "What?"

"You're interesting. Your lives... They're... Interesting is all." He hedged, making her suspicion notch up a few levels. "I can't help but wonder what happens when I change your story."

"If my life is so... Interesting, why change it at all?"

"I want to see what would change." He shrugged, glancing away at something she couldn't see and frowned. "You're about to wake up, don't fall out of bed." With that he vanished from view, giving her only a few seconds to register what he said before she was roughly yanked from her dream.

"Ah!" Flailing about wildly, Sonya tried to get away from the hand shaking her shoulder and promptly flopped onto the floor beside the couch she had been laying on. A low moan of pain issued from her as she curled up and held her head with a grimace. "What the hell?"

"Good mornin', Sunshine, good to see you awake at..." Bobby paused and glanced down at his watch. "Two thirty in the afternoon."

"Awake because you scared the shit out of me." Sonya grumbled, getting to her feet while still rubbing her head and squinting at Bobby with a frown. "What was that for?"

"You were talkin' in your sleep and annoying the hell out of me while doin' it." He snorted, stumping past her on his way to his desk, various papers scattered across the top that he brushed out of the way impatiently. "Come here."

Still grumbling under her breath, Sonya followed the grouchy hunter and stood beside him as he searched through a stack of loose paper before finally pulling one out. "Here, better memorize this while you can." He grunted, pushing it over to her before turning back to the computer in front of him and typing a few things in.

"Sonya Smith?" Quirking an eyebrow up, she glanced at him in confusion. "What the hell is this?" At his impatient wave, she looked back down at it and continued reading with growing unease. "Born December tenth, 1981 in New Jersey." Looking back up, Sonya shot him an incredulous look. "Is this what, my life?"

"New life, can't exactly go around sayin' your some girl from Indiana when she already exists." Bobby grunted, settling down in his chair as he stared up at her from under the brim of his hat sternly. "I suggest you memorize it and remember every detail."

"But..."

"Can't do nothin' besides this." He cut her off with a wave of his hand, obviously impatient with her lack of understanding. "I don't know how you got here, nor do I know how to get you back. Until you come up with more information, this is the best I can do."

Leaning against the desk, Sonya let out a low sigh and nodded her head. "Alright... Um... Where did you get all of this? I highly doubt it'll hold over if I need an ID or something."

"Already covered." Reaching over, he plucked a plastic card off the top of the paper stack and held it out to her. "Gotta get the picture on, but it'll work." He added, watching her for a reaction as she studied the information on it.

"What address is this?" She asked finally, looking up at him with a slight frown. "It's not around here is it?"

"Abandoned farm in Virginia. Took out a nest of vamps there a while back. No one'll look too deep into it." Glancing at the computer in front of him, he nodded at the blank space of wall across from where they were. "Go stand there an' I'll get your picture set up."

Still puzzling over the new information of her life there, Sonya put the ID down and wandered towards the spot he indicated, looking up at him as he set up the camera. "Hold still."

Forcing herself to freeze, she stared at the camera in front of her with trepidation. She never took good pictures, they always ended up horrible, her ID photos more so. The last three she remembered getting, she ended up looking like she had gotten into a fist fight the day before.

A flash and shutter click followed her train of thought causing black spots to swim in front of her eyes. Blinking and rubbing them, the idle thought that something was missing from her face was quickly squashed by bobby shoving the ID under her nose so she could see it.

Taking it from him, she stared down at the official-looking piece of plastic in front of her with something akin to wonder. "Wow, never had a fake ID before. Not even when I was underage." She joked lightly, earning an unamused look from the hunter from where he stood beside a bookshelf. "Well, I wouldn't suggest flashin' it around all the time, either." He returned to searching through the tomes sitting in front of him. "Someone's bound to notice eventually."

"Right, I'll be sure to remember that." Tucking the plastic into her borrowed pair of cargo pants, she wandered over to where he stood, curious about the many, many, many books he had lying around the house. "What you looking for?"

"A book to try and explain what the hell is goin' on with you." He grumbled, frowning at the titles in front of him before moving to the next bookcase and glaring at the ones there.

"Ain't never heard of someone suddenly apprin' in another world. And I ain't ever been part of a TV show either." He added, shooting her a look that clearly said he didn't believe one word of her story, however vague it was.

Heaving a sigh, Sonya leaned back against the bookshelf behind her and rubbed at her eyes. "I can't explain it to you, I can't even explain it to myself!" Dropping her hand down to her side, she slapped her leg in exasperation, drawing Bobby's attention. "Look, I told you, I fell asleep at a hotel next to a Comic Con, next thing I remember after passing out is waking up in that car. I honestly can't tell you anymore than that, I wish I could because it's driving me nuts not knowing either."

Bobby twisted his lips to the side and eyed her silently for a moment, taking in the frustrated expression on her face and turned around so he looked on her fully this time. "If you're tellin' the truth, then don't you think we oughta find somethin' that could explain how you got here?"

Looking over at him, Sonya chewed her lower lip in thought before offering him a weak smile, recognizing the olive branch he was giving her at the moment. He didn't fully trust her, and she couldn't fully trust him not to toss her out at the first sign of something being wrong. But for the moment, they were pushed together in an effort to figure out just what the hell was going on.

"Yeah... Alright." Pushing herself away from the wall, Sonya wandered to the other side of the room and began looking through the books stacked up on the floor there without another word. After a moment, Bobby turned back to his bookcase and resumed searching as well, silence descending between them as the focused on the task at hand.

Three months later

" 'The possibility of another reality is possible, but is not achievable to travel to.' " Sonya mumbled to herself around the pen cap clenched in her teeth as she scribbled in the notebook beside her. Across the desk sat Bobby, staring at something on the computer while writing in a notebook of his own. " 'To travel between realities would require more power than is capable to be produced at this time-' When the hell was this book written, the dark ages?" Sonya slapped her pen down in disgust and began flipping back to the beginning of the book so she could read the printing information on the first page.

"You're the one that found it in the library." Bobby grunted in a distracted tone, still staring at his computer while she slammed the book shut and dropped it on the pile of other books beside her. "Yeah, well when a book has a title like 'Multiverse Travel' printed on it, you'd assume it actually had information on traveling to other universes." Sonya snorted, leaning back in the chair and letting out a satisfied groan when it finally popped. "Coffee refill, you want some?"

"I'm good." Still obviously sucked into whatever he was reading at the time, Bobby waved a distracted hand at her as she stood up with her coffee cup in hand. "Whatever, I come back and find that stupid flask spilled on my notes again, I'm throwing the damn thing in the fire." Rolling her eyes, she ignored the bitch-face Bobby threw at her and walked into the kitchen to refill her mug.

It had been months of research and working together, and while they didn't exactly trust each other, they knew enough that the other one wasn't planning on pulling something on them anytime soon. And considering the fact that she willingly helped him take care of his various hunting items from time to time, she liked to think he believed she wasn't a monster anymore.

Leaning a hip against the counter, she stared out the small window there, a small smile twitching her lips as she watched the dog outside wander around in the area restricted by it's chain. Rumsfield, she loved that dog, it wasn't exactly one that acted like a puppy like some breeds of dogs do. But for a Rottweiler, he was pretty sweet. Especially when she snuck him a few pieces of jerky from the stash she had found hidden in the top shelf of one of the cabinets.

While she stood there watching him, waiting for her coffee to cool, a old, beat up, pickup truck trundled into view. The cloud of dust it kicked up behind it's back wheels blocking the road for a moment before it settled down. Furrowing her eyebrows, Sonya wandered back into the study where Bobby still sat at his desk. "Expecting someone?"

Looking up at her, he frowned right back and glanced out the window at the dust in the air. "No. Are you?"

"Who the hell am I going to call? You're the only person I know here, moron."

"Well aren't you just a bowl of sunshine this morning." Snorting lightly, he got up and walked over to the front door, opening it so he could stand behind the screen and watch the truck come to a complete stop. "Better get the good whisky out if he's gonna be here." Sonya heard him mutter to himself before pushing the screen open and walking out onto the porch as a older black man stepped out of the vehicle.

"Bobby! Got somethin' you might wanna hear!"

Peering around the hunter, Sonya eyed the new man curiously, that familiar feeling washing over her as he made his way up to the porch to join them. "Oklahoma, big story is there's a wendigo out-" He paused mid-sentence when his eyes landed on Sonya's curious face. "Who the hell is this?"

"Does it really matter right now, Rufus?" Bobby sighed, already sounding tired of the explanation that was needed before even starting it.

"Hell yes it matters, I don't know who or what she is." Rufus shot back, his eyes flicking between Sonya and Bobby while he spoke, hands stretching out to his sides a bit. "For all I know she's got you under some witchy spell or somethin'."

"She ain't got me under a spell, you idjit. Get inside." Turning around, he nudged Sonya towards the door and lead Rufus inside the house and into the study. "How am I supposed to know that, Bobby? Huh? What proof do you have?" Rufus stood in the doorway, staring at the two of them as they both shot the man an exasperated look.

"I tested her myself, nothin' any stranger than you. Tho you might just beat her on that with the way you're actin' now." Snorting lightly, Sonya plopped in her seat across from Bobby as he settled into his own at the desk. "Well? You said somethin' about vamps."

Rufus stared at them for a moment before apparently deciding to forget the situation at the moment in favor of his own story and moved into the study to sit on the couch. "A wendigo hunting a bunch of boy scouts on an annual trip. Three dead, two missing and assumed dead. You in?"

"Since when did you need help hunting a wendigo down?" Bobby narrowed his eyes slightly at Rufus as he leaned back against the couch, completely at home and smiled back at him. "Because, I ain't ever heard of a wendigo bein' able of taking out three full grown adults with guns without even a scratch."

Bobby leaned back in his own chair, eyeing the other hunter in speculation. "Not even once?"

"Nope, one of the kids that made it out said it moved too damn fast."

Sonya looked between the two of them curiously, listening to the conversation intently. "So what... It's like a super wendigo or something?"

Rufus looked at her with something akin to disgust and snorted. "A super wendigo?" His tone of voice suggesting he thought she was beyond stupid for even suggesting it.

"Well sorry for trying." Rolling her eyes, she got up and stalked out of the room and up the stairs to the spare bedroom Bobby had given her to use while she was there. If he wasn't going to be helpful, then she'd might as well find something to help herself. Moving over to the boxes piled in the corner, she opened the one on top and began shifting through the various books stacked inside.

During her stay here, all she had studied and read up on was the possibility of her being shuttled off to another universe or something, not once did she think about reading one of the many books Bobby had stacked around the house about supernatural creatures. Frowning slightly when she didn't find what she was looking for, she moved the box to the side and opened up the next one, intent on finding a book on wendigos for her to study.

The only thing she remembered from the show was they were weak to silver, but anything else she was drawing a blank on at the moment. SpoTting a tattered book buried at the bottom of the box, she gently pulled it out and smiled at the title printed on the cover 'The Myth of the Wendigo'.

Not bothering to pick up the mess she made, Sonya settled down on the edge of the bed and opened the book on her lap, eyes eagerly scanning the words printed there. "A rotten humanoid with the head of a rotting deer? Disgusting." Grimacing, she turned the page and scrunched up her nose at the drawing. "Oh fantastic, it's the frikkin Flash of creatures." She added, noting the next page of information with a sigh.

"Tell me something good, book." Muttering under her breath, Sonya continued paging through it slowly, picking out various bits of information along the way. Silver did hurt them actually, at least she got that right. A grim smile fluttered across her lips before vanishing back into a concentrated frown as she continued on.

A coupe hours later, she walked downstairs to a silent house. The usual sounds of Bobby moving around in his study or the kitchen absent when she stopped to listen. Turning the corner, she peeked into the familiar room, thinking maybe they were busy looking at something only to be greeted by emptiness.

"That son of a-" Growling under her breath, Sonya walked in and right up to the desk where a spare cell phone sat next to a single piece of paper with Bobby's familiar scrawl across it.

Don't leave the house. Don't do nothin stupid, leave my whisky alone.

Bobby

Followed by a phone number that she assumed was his at the bottom of the very short note. "Damn it, you asshole, if you had just waited a few minutes-" Grumbling to herself, she snatched up the phone and jabbed the number in. Holding it up to her ear, she listened to it ring a few times before going straight to voicemail. "You-" Biting back a few choice words, she snapped the phone shut and leaned both hands against the desk to try and calm down.

She'd give him a hour, maybe two tops before trying again. They had to stop sometime to either eat or gas up somewhere.

Damn that son of a bitch for leaving her here without a word! A goodbye would have been nice at the very least! Clenching her hands into fists, she sucked in a sharp breath and slowly let it back out, attempting to cool her rising temper before it got the best of her and she ended up with a broken phone for her trouble.

Letting out another long, slow breath, Sonya let the phone go and stepped back before she was tempted to try calling him again. "Just for this, I'm touching the whisky, old man." Nodding to herself, she spun on her heel and stalked into the kitchen in search of the bottle she knew he kept stashed away in there.

A few hours later, Sonya was laying across the couch, a nearly full whisky bottle clutched in one hand, the other flung across her eyes while she snored peacefully away. The silence of the house only broken by the occasional creak of the wood settling from the random gusts of wind.

The shrill ringing of a phone broke the silence abruptly, sending the girl off and onto the floor with a hard thud. Groaning in groggy pain, she crawled towards the desk and slapped a hand around on the top of it while she stayed on the floor.

Her fumbling only succeeded in knocking the phone off and sending it skittering across the floor much to her annoyance. It was loud damn it, and she had been having a... Good? Dream, she couldn't remember anymore to be honest.

Forgoing her attempts to stay on the floor for the duration of all this, she slowly climbed to her feet and stumbled towards the phone and leaned over to pick it up. Feeling her balance tip over, she leaned a shoulder heavily against the wall and slid back down to the floor.

Staring at the object in her hand for a moment, her fried brain attempted to remember just how she was supposed to use the damn thing before the bright idea to open it came to mind. Smiling slightly, she thumbed it open and stared at the screen. A number displayed in the center telling her whoever was calling.

Pursing her lips, Sonya pressed the green button and held it up to her ear. "U-yea?"

"What'd you call me for?"

"B-Bobby? Oh, hi, asshole. Thanks for leavin me." Sonya leaned her head back against the wall behind her and shut her eyes while the phone crackled softly in her ear. "Coulda said something."

"Didn't realise I had to. Not exactly a warden, are you-" He paused, for a moment before realization colored his tone. "Are you drunk?"

"No- well, a little." Sonya admitted with a shrug he didn't see. "Got nothin' else to do."

"You coulda kept looking for information." Bobby growled, clearly upset but in her current state of mind, Sonya merely stuck her tongue out at the phone. "You're no fun, old man."

"Old- Now listen here, sweetheart. If I come back and find my whisky gone-"

"Relaxxx." Sonya waved a hand in the air, eyes drifting over to the bottle and a sly smile tugged at her lips. "Ima lightweight. You're good."

"Look just..." He sighed on the other end, she could just picture him rubbing at his eyes in irritation at the moment and resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at the empty room again.

"Put the damn bottle up and get some sleep, Idjit. It won't take long to take care of this thing."

"Oh! No no, don't hang up." Sonya sat upright quickly, her head spinning slightly from the sudden movement. "I gotta tell ya somethin!"

A pause followed by another sigh. "What?"

"There's two of those wind a thingies." She smiled this time, triumphant at the fact she proved herself useful.

"There's what?"

"Two of them. That's why the-the leader people couldn't hit one. There were two."

"An what makes you say that?"

Frowning at the phone, Sonya sighed loudly and stumbled to her feet so she could slowly make her way back upstairs. "If- If there's two kis-uh Kids missing. An- And the leader people are all dead." She grunted and sat at the top of the stairs for a moment, giving her head time to stop swimming before getting to her feet again.

"Then- then I figured. What if there were two, workin- You know, coll- Colabe- Colia- Fuck, working together? It makes all the pieces fall together." Finally reaching her room, she flopped across the bed on her stomach and slid the book she had been reading over closer to her so she could page through it clumsily.

"Here- 'If food is- Is-" Sticking her tongue out in concentration, Sonya read the word to herself slowly before trying again. "Abun-dant food, then more than one Wind-a-gooo will like-likely hunt the same source'."

Flopping onto her back, she grinned up at the ceiling above her, listening to the silence on the other end of the phone. The steady hiss and crackle of connection puttering faintly in her ear.

"I'll look into it." He finally replied with a slight groan in his voice. "Get some sleep." A click followed by the beeping of an end call sounded in her ear before she let the phone drop from her hand and onto the bed beside her. Mission accomplished, now she could fucking relax. With a smile still on her face, she drifted back off to sleep, completely unaware of anything else in the world.

Oklahoma

Robbers Cave State Park

"I'll be damned, Bobby. She was right." Rufus rubbed his head slightly as he stared down at the two Wendigo corpses in front of them. "Damned if I'll ever tell her that tho'."

Looking over at Bobby, he raised his eyebrows slightly at the other hunter when he looked up. "Where'd you say you found her again?"

"A old junker in my yard, that's where." Bobby grunted and reached up to take his cap off so he could rub his own head. "Dunno how she figured it out because I sure as hell didn't think of it." Shaking his head, he looked back down at the corpses on the ground. "Better get rid of 'em before someone walks up an' sees this."

"You go ahead, I'll just- go get something to eat when we're done." Rufus hedged, backing away a couple of steps and meeting Bobby's unamused look straight on. "You got this, right?"

Shaking his head, Bobby didn't even bother giving the other man a response as he picked up the canvas tarp and began wrapping them up. "I'll just see you at the entrance then?" Rufus continued, slowly back up while he spoke until Bobby waved a hand at him and turned around fully to disappear in the direction of the trail.

"Ain't like I'm not used to it." Bobby muttered to himself while he picked up the shovel and began to dig. Wasn't the first time Rufus dodged out of helping dig the hole, and it wouldn't be the last either.

Sticking the end into the ground, he grunted and began digging, his mind wandering to once again, circle around the fact Sonya had pinpointed there being two wendigo instead of one. Hell, he'd been hunting the damned things for years and never once thought of something like that happening.

Sticking the shovel back into the growing hole, he paused and leaned against it so he could look over at the wrapped figures thoughtfully. It was probably something he'd better pass around to the other hunters he knew just in case any of them ran into the same problem. He didn't like to think of what would happen if they had gone in blind without knowing there could be a second one.

One of them would have gotten hurt for sure, if not killed. Shaking his head once more, he turned back to the task at hand and hefted out another shovel of dirt. Now he'd have to find some way to thank the damned girl for very well saving their asses.

Balls.

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