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Disclaimer- I do not own Supernatural or any of the movies and books involving time-travelling. I only own my characters and the 'laws' that I have set aside which govern time-travelling in this story.
Onward we march!
"Who are you?" I asked, more out of curiosity than fear, once the lorry passed.
Sweet Tall Guy had gotten back to gesturing wildly just as I broke my silence, leaving him a stunned frozen stance. A look of incredulity adorned his face, nearly making me smile. Keep your guard up Alex, I told myself.
"Ah. She speaks." Sick Handsome One quipped, sighing in mock relief. I was slightly tempted to punch him. My displeasure must have reflected on my face because he returned my glare.
"Dean…" Sweet Tall Guy's patience was wearing thin. His partner raised his eyebrows sending him an indignant glare that seemed to say 'Don't patronize me, she's the one who started it.' Sweet Tall Guy shook his head and sighed tiredly.
He turned back to me and smiled dimples boring into his smooth cheeks.
"My name is Sam. This is my brother Dean. Sorry if we scared you, we are just really sur-" began Sweet Tall Guy, I mean Sam, but was cut off by his brother.
"Excuse me? We scared her?" his voice was on the edge, "Dude! She scared us! And I am not ashamed to admit it!"
Wait a minute, I scared them? Come again?
"Dean, I get what you are saying, but we are not the ones who have…uh, travelled into…I mean, arrived here. She's bound to be terrified, suddenly finding herself in a motel room with two strangers!" Sam argued back.
"Okay tell me one thing Sam, who or what manifests from nothing? Wait, don't hurt your melon thinking of the tricky answer, Sasquatch. And bingo, the answer is ghosts, spirits, and demons! We should salt and burn her! Okay, burning maybe a problem seeing that she might not be solid, but we gotta salt her… or blast her a few shells!"
Wait, WHAT? Did this crazy smart-mouth just suggest to burn and shoot me? Why the salt?
I folded myself into the smallest shape I could make and balled my hands into fists; no way was I going down without a fight.
Even though I had no clue how to beat up two giants.
I could hear my pulse throbbing in my ears at the strange words Dean had used- manifest from nothing? What the hell? And why should they have to be scared of me? I'm the one who fell through whatever that was! I felt the corners of my eyes stinging and I fought to keep myself calm.
Sam noticed my fear through my tough act and tried to move closer to me, offering words of comfort. I warned him to stay back. He didn't try to force his way, but he turned to look at his brother disapprovingly.
"I gotta talk to you." He said to his brother, who surprisingly agreed. Then he turned and looked at me before letting a smile appear. "Just stay where you are okay? My brother and I are just going to sort things out a bit."
Without even intending to, I felt my head bob in affirmation. I had the faintest, vaguest of ideas about who they might be and I was supposed to be on guard, yet I was finding myself to trust them. Something I could be completely wrong about. They just seemed like the good guys, I can't find a way to explain my tendency to trust them.
They had a short talk and returned to their previous places as I watched. Sam had a container in his hand while Dean held a small flask. Food? I couldn't help but wonder.
"Uh, listen Miss…" Sam started unsurely.
"Alexis. My name's Alexis."
"Right, enough stalling little brother," chimed Dean, taking over from his considerate brother, "Listen Alexis, we gotta make sure you mean no harm to us just like we mean none to you so we're just gonna do a test."
"What kind of test?" I asked warily, "And I mean you no harm." I added quickly.
"It won't hurt, I promise. It won't even take a minute. Don't be scared okay." Sam answered for his brother who was getting more and more impatient by the second.
It did nothing to calm my nerves and, as Sam flung the contents of the container towards me, a tiny scream escaped my lips. Dean proceeded to toss the liquid from the flask at me. I was covered in white grainy stuff and my face was dripping wet. Was it some kind of a joke?
Both brothers exhaled in relief. So I guessed I passed their test.
Dean sat down on the single chair in the room and Sam sat on the other bed which I had failed to notice earlier. He apologized for their 'test' and handed me a small towel. Dean apologized too and he seemed more open now. I got similar vibes of tenderness emanating from him, like his brother. So maybe smart-mouth was just a hot-shot who was secretly a softie.
An awkward silence hung in the air. From my peripheral vision I could see the two of them exchanging looks.
"Is this salt?" I asked as tried to get the slightly melted grains out of my wavy black hair. Good thing I'd tied it in a pony tail before I… slipped through.
"Uh, yeah."Sam sounded embarrassed.
"What's with the water?" I continued, my mind slowly entering into its curious mode that always bugged Caden.
"Its holy water." Dean replied for me this time.
I stopped what I was doing and felt my face setting into a thoughtful frown. Before I could ask, they explained the purpose of the said materials to me. I took a minute to register the new data in my head.
As foolish as it may sound, I laughed. It was one of those squeaky, high-pitched noises that I always made when I was nervous. Both brothers flinched sharply and threw me confused looks. I apologized after I settled back down and promptly kept out, seemingly lost on how to proceed.
Suddenly I became conscious of myself. I was in my favorite rabbit-print boxers and a tank-top. I squirmed, feeling vulnerable and exposed; I wrapped my arms around myself as much as I could, trying to gain some extent of covering.
Sam was quick to notice. He looked around but all he saw was crumpled sheets and I'm sure he didn't feel like it was appropriate. He stood awkwardly.
"Hey," Dean called out to Sam, but we both looked up, "here, its washed." He tossed a hoodie to Sam who promptly caught it.
Sam handed it to me wordlessly, the sweeter-than-all-candy-in-the-world-put-together smile adorning his face. I put it on and whispered thanks quietly.
"So…" Dean started unsurely, scratching his forehead and looking around the room before turning back to me, "Who…uh, what are you? Where are you from?"
"Um… I am a girl, a female individual of the Homo sapiens species. And I am basically from planet Earth." I felt pretty stupid replying like that, but after my out-of-the-body-esque trip and the stint with the salt and holy water, I wasn't sure I was in my own Universe anymore.
Sam laughed at my answer, while his brother smirked.
"Endearing. You know what, we are from there too. In fact we are sitting on its surface as we speak." Dean replied in a half-amused, half-irritated tone.
"Look Alexis, we get it you are lost. We can help you get back home if you tell us where you are from." Sam offered, smiling his special way again. "And this time, please be a bit more specific. It's not going to be easy scourging across the face of the Earth without a proper address."
"Unless you ran away in the first place and don't want to go back." Dean added with a knowing smile. This time there was a mischievous look in his eyes though he smiled softly at me. Sam coughed and rolled his eyes.
"Dude. I was twelve. Let it go." Sam muttered, annoyance reflecting in his voice which got Dean laughing heartily. It wasn't long before he began to get breathless. He sank back into his chair, coughing and wheezing tiredly.
Sam forgot his little spite and was at his brother's side in three strides. He seemed so much like an adult St. Bernard. He could easily look menacing if he wanted to, but he was as gentle as a lamb. I must admit, I felt a slight bit of worry getting hold of my guts.
Sam was trying to comfort his brother, who kept slapping away the other's hands. In between wheezing and gasping, he mumbled something about personal space and not swinging a certain way. I couldn't help but smile. What a strange, lovable duo they were.
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