II
Lazarus Rising, Pt. 1
Rachel paced back and forth; wearing a small path in the carpet as she worriedly ran her fingers over her lips. From behind her, Sam cleared his throat. She stopped, turning to look at him. His curious green eyes met hers, and she blinked, trying not to swoon over him. Damn. How is this happening, she thought, shaking her head. Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, looking down. Rachel quickly averted her gaze as well, heat spreading through her cheeks. Clearing his throat again, Rachel heard Sam ask, "So, uh… what's with the shirt?" Rachel paused on her way to sit down. My shirt? Wha- Rachel gasped, eyes widening. Ohhh. Oh no. She closed her eyes, plopping down in the chair, cursing inwardly. "I'm a Sam girl, but I'm… Dean curious." Sam read. Mortified, Rachel looked up at him, eyes blazing. He smirked back with his cute little sideways smile where one corner of his mouth was higher than the other corner, and his dimples showed charmingly. Rachel's heart skipped a beat, and she blushed even harder, looking down again. I think I'm in trouble. She thought as she heard him chuckle quietly. The door opened. Rachel whipped her head up to see Dean walk in, strutting directly to Sam, eyes only flickering to Rachel once. "Their stories match up. They're either insane, really good liars, or they're telling the truth. Personally, I vote Crazytown." Rachel heard Dean whisper to his brother. Sam's eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes rose to gaze at Rachel for a moment before they focused back on his brother. Dean had interrogated Rachel earlier, and apparently had just finished getting Lee's side of the story from the other room. She could faintly hear Bobby and Lee's voices carrying through the open door. Rachel turned her attention back to the brothers. "I don't know, Dean. I mean, how could they make something like this up? Plus," Sam murmured, shifted his feet. "I don't know. How else could they know so much about us? Maybe… maybe they're telling the truth." Sam vouched. Dean stared at Sam incredulously for a moment before responding. "Okay, wait. I can't believe I'm actually hearing this." Sam exhaled, looking up. "You- I mean, you seriously think that—that these two random girls get to friggin' Ouija their way into 'our world', which, in their life, is, is.. Is fictional?" Dean sputtered. Sam sighed. "Dean—" "Seriously, Sam?! I mean, don't you think that it's a little coincidental that only a few days after I get randomly pulled from Hell, two random chicks show up knowing everything about us? Hmm?" Sam frowned. "Not to mention the fact that their story is impossible. I mean our lives? A TV show?" he scoffed. Rachel jumped up, an idea sparking in her mind. "Wait," she exclaimed. Dean turned to look at her, and Sam fixed his eyes on her. "What?" Dean questioned irritably. "You said you were pulled from Hell a few days ago?" the young woman questioned. Sam answered. "Yeah—why?" Rachel looked between the two brothers. "What if…" her eyes flashed to the room where Lee was, and back. "What if we could prove that we're telling the truth? I mean, we're just as confused as you guys are—a day ago you all were just fictional characters in a freaking TV show. But if we could prove that we're telling the truth… I don't know, maybe we could help?!" Dean looked her up and down thoughtfully, emerald eyes pausing when he noticed what her shirt said. He smirked a little, and Rachel rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Look—we know almost everything that happens to you guys. Doesn't that make us at least somewhat useful?" Sam looked at Dean, and a wordless conversation passed between them. Finally Dean broke away from Sam, stepping towards Rachel. "One chance," Dean agreed. Rachel nodded, and Dean turned to walk to the adjacent room. "Nice shirt," he commented slyly, before calling out to Bobby. Rachel groaned, dropping down into the chair once more. "I'm not the one with the anti possession tattoo" she muttered to herself.
Lee stood in the study, facing Bobby, hands on her hips. "Yeah, well at least I don't kiss demons," she retorted. Bobby rolled his eyes. "Like I would ever kiss a demon—especially a male demon. Hate to break it to ya, kid, but I ain't ever gonna take a dip in that swimming pool." "You just wait, Robert Singer. When the day comes, I will be there to say I told you so." Bobby chuckled. "Whatever you say, princess. This the thing you're lookin' for?" He straightened from where he was crouched, pulling a book from one of the lower shelves of the bookcase and tossing it to Lee. She caught it, examining the front. Werewolves: The folklore and Mythology, the cover read in etched gold ink scribed into an old, leather-bound binding. Lee ran a hand over the old leather, flipping through the worn parchment pages. Notes were jotted down in a scrawled handwriting in most of the margins, and some passages were crossed out, some highlighted. Lee finally looked up, grinning. "This is awesome! Thanks, Bobby." Bobby smirked back. "You're welcome. Be careful with that one—it's real old, so the pages might be a little torn." They both looked up when Dean called for Bobby. Lee briefly heard him mutter a comment before entering the study, Jade eyes searching the room before finally resting on Bobby. "Hey, uh. The other one says she can prove their little Quantum Leap theory, so if you two are done nerding out in here, we'd love for you to join us," Dean smiled sarcastically, looking between the two of them. I'll bet he knows exactly how hot he is she thought, before replying, "'The other one' has a name, you know. It's Rachel. I'm Rylee, by the way." She gave a small little wave with her free hand, still holding the book in her other. "Dean. Can we go now?" he turned on his heel and went back through the door. "Jeesh. What's got his panties in a wad?" she muttered. "Man just got back from hell. You'll have to excuse him if he left his manners there," Bobby said, following the eldest Winchester. Lee trailed after them, wincing.
Rachel leapt up and in 3 long strides, reached Lee, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the side. "Ow, ow. Cut. Ow." Lee grimaced. Rachel looked down, letting go. "Sorry. Okay. A) I picked the most unfortunate shirt ever to wear to bed last night," Lee glanced at her friend's fandom-inspired T shirt, stifling a laugh, as Rachel continued. "B) We have to find a way to prove we're not on acid." Lee bit her lip. "Yeah. Not sure how we're gonna do that dude. But I got a book," she added weakly, holding it up. Rachel rolled her eyes. "Lee. Focus." "Okay. Okay. Uhh... oh! Okay, let's start by trying to figure out what's going to happen next. You know, like in the show. What's the next episode?" Rachel nodded. "Dean just said that he got pulled out of hell a few days ago. So…" Lee and Rachel looked at each other. "So, he hasn't met Cas yet," they said at the same time. Rachel smiled briefly. Lee kept going, brows knitted together. "So where are they going next? Wouldn't they…" her eyes brightened in realization. "They go see Pamela." Rachel bobbed her head in agreement, but then stopped. "Wait—but I don't remember all three of them being at Bobby's. Remember? Dean went straight to Bobby's, and then they went and found Sam at a motel with," realization dawned in her eyes. She lowered her voice. "..With Ruby." Lee's frown deepened. "All I remember after that is them going to see Pamela, her wanting a threesome with Sam and Dean, and her enjoying Sam's ass," she said. Unfortunately, Lee didn't realize how loud she'd been speaking, and Dean cleared his throat. Lee wrinkled her nose in embarrassment as she saw Dean mimicking her earlier little wave. "How did you know all that?" Sam asked, stepping forward. Lee stepped toward him eagerly. Rachel almost laughed aloud at how tiny her friend looked next to the tall moose of a man. "So, it already happened?" Lee craned her neck to look up at him. "Yeah." Sam looked down, looking guilty. "Cas. He burned her eyes out." Lee said quietly. Bobby stepped forward. "Yeah. He did. So if you know anything about the son of a bitch, we'd love to know, so we can figure out what the hell he wants with Dean, and just what in hell he is." Lee looked at the older man, and Dean grunted in agreement. Lee looked worriedly at Rachel. Dean spoke up when the girls didn't answer. "Well, since you were wondering, Bobby's was just a pit stop. And as a matter of fact, we should head back to the motel if we want to be there before nightfall tomorrow. Sam?" Dean tossed Sam his jacket. Rachel walked up to him as Sam walked through the door. "We're going with you." She stated. Dean scoffed. "No, you're not." Lee hung back, watching. "Yes. We are. We can help." Rachel insisted. Dean turned, growling, "Look, I don't care what you and your frie-"he glanced at Lee when she made a small noise of protest. "Rylee know. You're not coming." He pushed past Rachel. "Why not?" she pressed. He sighed, running a hand over his face. "Because. It's too dangerous. You'll get yourselves killed, and, honestly, I don't need your blood on my hands." He opened the door, about to leave when Bobby spoke. "Dean, wait." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "They're coming." "What?" Dean whirled around. Sam, Lee assumed, was already waiting in the car. "If they are who they say they are—and I don't see squat that says otherwise—then they need to stick with us. People are gonna be lookin' for them, and I ain't just gonna leave 'em here." Dean stared at him for a moment, before finally sighing, giving in. "Fine. Whatever. We leave in five." He took one last glance at the young women before leaving, shutting the door loudly behind him. Lee looked over at Bobby. "Thank you." Rachel said. "You girls better get dressed. I think I've got some clothes that'll fit." He left the room, leaving Lee and Rachel standing in the Study.
After Bobby had led them upstairs where he had some clothes stored, he left them, telling them to be downstairs in three or he'd "let 'em get their fool heads ripped off." He shut the door and Lee turned to Rachel quickly. "What are we gonna do, Rache? What… I mean, what can we tell them, and what can we not tell them?" Rachel simply shook her head, opening the closet door. "I don't know Lee." Lee started pacing as Rachel shuffled through the chest of drawers in the closet, pulling out an old woman's T-shirt for each of them. She pulled out a skirt, holding it up for her friend to see. Lee grimaced, and Rachel pulled out a worn pair of men's jeans for both of them instead. She tossed Lee her clothes, and they changed hurriedly. "Do you think these are Bobby's wife's shirts?" Lee asked curiously, frowning when her pant legs were way too long. Rachel shrugged, looking for shoes as Lee began rolling up the pants. "Seriously, Rachel—why are we here? I mean, the Supernatural universe? Why? And who brought us here? Are we supposed to help them? I mean, what if we set off some kind of butterfly effect?! Are we in the show? Wh-" Rachel whirled around, tossing Lee the smallest pair of boots she could find. "Lee! Calm. Down. I don't know the answers to any of those questions, but I do know this: we are here. And with what we know, Bobby's right! You know demons will be on our tail, and all of this? It's real. This isn't a show anymore, Lee. I don't know what we can and can't say; so for now, let's just keep our mouths shut, until we get a better grasp of what's going on." Lee sighed, nodding. They slipped on the shoes and practically ran downstairs just as Bobby slung a large duffle bag over his shoulder. "Took you long enough," Bobby snorted. "Ready?" They nodded, and Bobby led them out of the house and to where the Winchesters were leaning against the beautiful '67 Impala. "What took so long?" Dean asked, walking around to the driver's side door. "Oh quit your whining and get in the car," Bobby rolled his eyes, looking annoyed. An emotion passed through his face, and suddenly, Lee could tell just how much more he'd missed Dean than he'd been letting on. Sam huffed in amusement, but his eyes were filled with a sadness that only someone who had lost someone could really understand. Lee became very aware of how much Dean had been missed. She couldn't help but think about how she would feel if her parents came back, and her heart squeezed in both sympathy and regret. Rachel touched her friend on the shoulder gently. Lee smiled sadly in response.
They took two cars, but since Bobby was following in only an old pickup, the girls were split up. Rachel rode in the pickup with Bobby, grumbling that she'd had enough awkward conversations with the Winchesters. Lee sighed, obligingly trudging to Baby, placing a hand on the passenger side door. At least I get to ride in a freaking 67 impala! How cool is this?! She thought. She slid into the backseat. Dean turned, green eyes peering at her curiously. "What are you doing?" he asked. "What does it look like? I'm riding with you guys," she responded, just as miffed. "Why?" Dean countered. Lee sighed. "You're the one who said we were short on time, so can we please just drive? Jeez. Bobby's taking the pickup. Only two people can fit in there." Lee shook her head, and Dean grunted, looking her up and down before turning to face the right way, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. Sam chuckled at their interaction.
