Chapter three
"So, what's going on here?" I ask them, as they sit there, taking in all I've told them.
"Um-
"I mean with you boys. What was the last big bad evil you fought?" I ask, clarifying. I need to know where the story is at.
"Amara." Dean replies, looking at me intently. I fight a blush that wants to creep to my cheeks, and I nod. "Oh. So she and God huh, they're gone?"
"Yeah. This is trippy." Dean said, smiling a half-smile.
"Yup. I know." I smile wanly too. "So how much do you know?" Sam asks.
"Actually, if Amara's just gone, that's actually where last season ended. So I'm on the same page as you guys." I tell them.
"Oh. Well, it at least saves a whole lot of explaining." Sam says, shrugging, with a quick half smile that somehow reaches his eyes. Oh the lines on his face will be the death of me.
They say don't meet your idols. But no one tells you what to do when you do actually meet them. What do I say?
Fantasy, fictions, fairy tales are all good in stories, and I admit reality is sometimes too bland, and a wisp of the magic would certainly be great.
But when the magic really comes, are you really ready?
A minute later, I'm sipping water from a glass Sam got me. They're both in the kitchen now, talking.* I had expected this, but it's been a few minutes and I'm curious.
I stand up, and take a round of the living room/hall, running my hand across the chairs, and then I'm exploring the books. The sight of wall full of books has me bubbling, and I'm grazing my fingers on spines of the books, stopping to read an occasional title.
"AAhmm." I hear clearing of throat, and turn around to see Sam standing in the door.
"Hey." I say, not knowing what was coming next.
"So, um we think something brought you here. It may be something to with God, or Amara, or just angel stuff – but we don't know yet." Sam begins, and Dean interrupts. "We need to find out who brought you here."
"I thought I could just try walking back the way I came." I suggest, I have been thinking about it. there is this wild feeling, like missing a bus – I'm running; the bus is leaving before I can even reach the bus-stop – and I know I need just – one more burst of speed – and I may catch it. I need to see if that portal – I'm calling it portal now, if it's open.
Dean looks at Sam first and then me, and I honestly feel the burning blush on my cheeks. "Think that'll work?" He asks Sam.
"We gotta try." Sam shrugs his shoulders, looking at me.
"I –
I feel the need to explain. "I feel like I came in through a portal, see? I don't think it's still there, but just feel like I gotta see for myself." Sam nods, looking at me. "Let's go." says Dean, moving towards the door.
"Dean- I don't know – will it work with you there?" I say, or wonder out loud and I don't know why I say that. It's just a feeling that this isn't going to work, but if it did, that portal thingy would only open for me.
"But how would we know?" Dean asks, and we look at each other.
"We'll come looking say, twenty minutes or so later." Sam suggests.
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I'm walking for some time now, and I see nothing of the earlier road. The sun is out and bright, and it's a little hotter. No fog, no green path. I keep walking, desperate, and frankly, very scared.
What if I'm stuck here forever?
Nahi, come on Raina, asa vichar nako karu… (No, Come on Raina, don't think like that,) I keep saying to myself as I take each step forward, hoping that now, the portal will appear, the road will turn and take me back home.
A turn comes in sight and I feel relieved that I'm not going to be stranded like those fictions I have lately been reading.
Shit. Mi photo ghyayla paije hote, (I should have taken photos) I realize as I walk on, feeling that home was nearer, and that I would never see the boys again. fangirling, ah.
And I walk on.
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It's been an hour at least, I'm sure. I've climbed all the way up on the hill.
There was in illusion for some time, when the road had forked and the forest cover had thickened, but I know now that there is no going back this way. For now at least, I'm stuck here. I try not to think about the fear that thought is creating in my heart.
I give up walking finally. I collapse, not being able to think straight anymore. Panic takes over.
What are you going to do? You just lost that bloody bus back to HOME. My Panic-ridden inner self demands. What about home? There are people there – that are going to know you're missing. And how will they find you here? How are you going to get out of this?
It feels like everything is collapsing on me, trying to smother me. I take deep breaths, trying to break to surface from the weird that's trying to drown me.
There is another inner self, the timid, hallucination-prone self – she has also awoken from her slumber. IS this even REALITY? Are you sure? Really sure? This – can this be real? Are you dreaming Raina? Is this a dream, or a delirium that you are trapped in?
Time passes. I'm sitting on the road, leaning against a large rock – suspended in a limbo where my different selves drag me hither and tither.
I vaguely remember; I have to go down to the boys. But I can't seem to make the suffocation I feel go away. I can't think about anything but breathing, and I focus, counting my breathing.
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A few minutes later, I hear footsteps. Running.
I'm scared. I have no idea who – or what this can be. This world is more dangerous than mine, I remind myself, and all the monsters from the show flash across my eyes.
I suddenly feel the absence of weapon on me. It's like being naked in middle of a crowd. I hear someone run up. I hide behind the rock.
"Is she gone then?" I hear Sam's voice. "Maybe. We didn't find her anywhere." Dean asked.
It's them. They're here. They Came. The boys have come to confirm if I'm still here. I try to stand up, but the drowning feeling has made my legs weak.
"Um… Boys?" I say, raising a hand, to let them know where I am. I have no idea if they have heard me.
I count again: One, breath in, Two, breath out, Three, breath in…
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I hear the footsteps come closer, and suddenly the two giant figures are looming in my eyesight. I look up at them, blinking, and there is a small pause as they look at me, leaning against the rock.
"Sorry to disappoint you," I pause for a long breath, "but I think I'm stuck here." I say, as calmly as possible. The ropes that seemed to be strangling me seem to loosen a little when I see their faces. All my inner talk has suddenly ceased. Perhaps it's the company.
I lean back against the rock, and no one says anything for a minute. I close my eyes, the suffocation lifting slowly. Sam kneels down near me. "Hey."
I look at him, still counting in my head.
"Let's go down, ok?"
I just nod, and try to stand up. But my legs refuse to change back from jelly.
Suddenly there are two hands stretched out in front of me. One's Dean's and the other's Sam's. I don't think as I take both hands with both mine, and they heave me into standing position. I take a few steps, and find out that the use of my legs has come back.
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We are back at the bunker, and I'm drinking another glass of water. My throat is parched, and the invisible weight on my chest is still there, although breathing has become easier.
"So? What happened?" Dean asks.
"Nothing." I answer, quietly. No one says anything for a few minutes.
"Maybe Cass can help." Dean suggests. "Yeah, I mean, Balthazar was able to send us, so Cass can definitely do so." Sam agrees.
I smile a little at the thought of finally getting to meet Cass, remembering Misha.
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*Extra Sub Chapter – The Boys' POV, when Raina is sitting in the library after Sam gives her a glass of water, and the boys go to the kitchen to discuss what to do.
Dean pulls Sam aside as they walk away from the library, where the strange little girl sits. Dean's a bit wary – as he has all rights to be. "Sam – you don't think she's –
"No. I think she's telling the truth. I mean, look at her. She's shaking." Sam says, looking into his brother's eyes. They've made sure she's not a demon, and to Sam she doesn't look like a monster.
"Could be acting." Dean shrugs. You can't be too careful these days. Little girls who look innocent turn out to be The Darkness and feed on souls.
"Who else knows about the – the trip to –
"Crazytown?" Dean offers, knowing what Sam is referring to.
"Yeah – well, only you, Cass, me and Balthazar, knew about this, oh and Raphael and Virgil. But except for Cass the rest are all dead. And this was way after Chuck's writing stopped. I checked, there is nothing else after –
"Yeah. I know." Dean interrupts. "But how did – why is she here? I mean, this is clearly some angel mojo involvement, and with us there was a reason." Dean argues.
Sam offers an explanation – or a sort of lead. "If this thing's a show there, that means, there are no angels there. This means, someone from our end of the line made the call. We just need to find out who and why."
"That's gonna be super easy." Dean scoffs. "It's not like angels are at our beck and call - They must be pissed with Lucifer still out there, and the whole business with us letting the Darkness out in the first place. Plus chuck's gone, again, and I'm sure we're getting the blame for that as well." Dean's slightly irritated. "We need Cass. And he's not answering his cell phone." Dean holds up his cell.
"Have you tried praying?" Sam offers, and Dean shakes his head.
"Anyway, I think we should talk to her, find out who she is. Maybe something about her will give us a clue about why she got dumped here." Sam says, and walks out…
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Author's Note:
Please, please tell me if you like where this is going.