MY REALITY
CHAPTER 4
A/N: We own nothing Supernatural. Libby is the creation of Hailstorm3. This chapter is courtesy of Hailstorm3. Reviews are always welcome! Thanks for reading.
I felt a hand on my back. (I didn't know whose hand was touching me, but I didn't want it there.) "Don't touch me!" I cried out as I impulsively tossed the pillow that I had been holding against my stomach. I watched as it sailed toward the coffee table and crashed into Dean's bottle of Sol. The bottle toppled over onto its side and beer spilled all over the table and foamed all over the cement floor. (Ugh….I hated the smell of beer.)
"Son of a bitch," Dean groaned from beside me. He jumped up from the couch and quickly placed the bottle upright. He turned toward me with a stern look and looked as if he was going to say something, but he didn't. "I'll go get some paper towels," he mumbled and then turned and made long, deliberate strides out of the room.
"Lib…..," Sam said calmly from beside me. I shifted my position to face him. (He didn't look angry which was a relief.) "I forgot you don't want to be touched, but really…..maybe you could try to be a little less dramatic next time. A bit of an overreaction, don't ya think?"
"Yeah….uh, I guess," I muttered. (If he had only known what I had been through, he wouldn't think it was an overreaction.)
"And I'm sorry about your friend," he mentioned. Dean came back into the room holding a handful of paper towels. I expected him to stop and wipe up the beer, but instead he approached me and extended the paper towels toward me. I looked back at him with confusion.
"Here….clean it up. You made the mess." (Wow…..he was harsh, making the injured kid clean up his beer.) I glared back at him with disbelief and then looked toward Sam who just raised his eyebrows with a slight nod of his head. (Why wasn't he defending me?)
"But my knee," I protested, cupping it with my hands.
"You'll live," was Dean's response. (Ugh…..that man really annoyed me. Why couldn't he be more like Sam?) I snatched the paper towels deliberately and scooted over to the next cushion so that I could reach the mess on the table. I leaned over and quickly wiped it up. "Good…..that's enough….I'll get the floor," he said as he reached back for the paper towels in my hand. I handed them off and leaned back against the couch and crossed my arms across my chest. (Maybe I was dead…..Or maybe I was still with the Djinn…..Maybe this was all a dream too…..I could only hope.)
"Why would she think I'm dead?" I questioned disappointedly, pulling the blanket back over me. "It doesn't make sense. I mean, did she see a dead body or something?"
"I don't know," Sam replied with a sigh. "Once you're feeling better, we're going to look into this some more and also put an end to that Djinn for good." (I was excited. That meant we were going to NY. I could show Kristie I was still alive…but then what?) My excitement quickly faded. (What would happen to me? Would Sam and Dean just leave me there?) "Libby, what did you think of your group home?" I could feel Sam's eyes on me and couldn't help but notice Dean grumbling something about it being the last of his favorite beer as he stood up from the floor with a wad of soaked paper towels. I was pretty sure a small smirk escaped from my lips.
"It was….," I began to answer, but then everything went blank. I couldn't remember anything about it. (Not again…why couldn't I remember?) I could feel the dumb tears filling my eyes again. (Ugh….why did I have to cry so much? I was such a baby.) I looked up at Sam and was greeted by his gentle, reassuring smile. "I think it was ok." I knew by Sam's expression that he didn't believe me. I felt the cushions next to me move and then heard Dean's voice.
"You think?" I turned my head in Dean's direction.
"I….well…..I….um….I can't remember." I lowered my eyes toward my lap and a few tears escaped onto my cheeks. I was worried. Really worried. (Did that Djinn do something to my brain too? Or were they poisoning me with the "medicine" they were giving me?)
"It's ok kid….we all forget things," Dean replied. "Don't beat yourself up about it."
"You've been through a lot," Sam reassured. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as he extended his hand gently toward my shoulder causing me to immediately tense up. He noticed and quickly brought his hand back to his lap. "Sorry, I forgot," he said quietly. (I felt guilty. I wanted to trust them…but I just couldn't. Too much had happened and none of it made any sense.)
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The next morning I was feeling a lot better. I could finally put more pressure on my knee and didn't have to hobble wherever I went. I showered and put on the same, huge clothing that I had been wearing. I couldn't wait to have some clothes that actually fit. I finally made my way into the kitchen where I found Dean at the table, hovered over his laptop. He was already showered and dressed in his typical blue jeans and flannel. Today's flannel happened to be blue and white. "Good morning," I greeted, interrupting the trance he was in with the computer.
"Oh, hey kiddo," he said as he looked up. "We have some frosted flakes left." He pointed to a box next to him. "And there might be some bread left for toast. Sam and I really need to get to a market today."
"Frosted flakes are fine," I replied. I opened the cabinet above the sink and took out a small, ceramic bowl. I carried the bowl and a spoon over to the table where Dean was sitting.
"So….I've been doing some research and there's a store called Justice that the young girls seem to like a lot," Dean stated as I was pouring the cereal into my bowl. "And it looks like there's one about a half hour from here." (Wow…he was researching clothing stores? For me?) A small smile escaped onto my lips, but I quickly made it disappear. I knew Dean saw it, but he didn't make a big deal about it, he just continued with writing down the address for the store. "Would you like to go?" he asked, as he handed me the half gallon of milk that was beside his laptop.
"I don't have any money." I poured the milk onto my cereal.
"Sam and I will take care of it."
I found myself feeling choked up a little. (No….no more tears.) "You don't have to. These clothes are fine." I sat down across from him.
"We want to….and good try kid, but those clothes are not fine," he replied with a smile as he closed his laptop. "Be ready in an hour." I nodded my head. (Why were they being so nice to me? Especially Dean?)
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The sun burned my eyes as Dean's Impala pulled out of the garage. I felt like I had been in darkness forever. I rolled down my window and stuck my head out. My long, brown hair was blowing frantically in all directions, but I didn't care, the fresh air felt amazing. I finally rolled my window back up and glanced in the rearview mirror to find Dean looking back at me. "Nice car," I commented to him. (Ugh….that was stupid….that was all I could think of to say to him?)
"Dean loves this car like it's his child," Sam commented from the front seat with his laptop opened on his lap. Sam was always doing research.
"My Grandma used to love old cars," I replied, surprised that the thought came out of my mouth. (My Grandma? I hadn't thought of my Grandma in forever. Where was she? Why wasn't I still living with her?) "We need to go see my Grandma! She's probably worried sick about me," I said excitedly from the backseat. I could see her so clearly in my thoughts. She was small and petite like me with short, gray hair. She always wore brightly colored blouses with pants and scarves that matched. She always took a lot of pride in her appearance.
"Lib, what's your Grandma's name?" Sam asked. "I'll see if I can find an address."
"Evelyn Simmons," I replied. I could hear him typing away on his laptop. I watched as he tapped Dean's shoulder and turned his laptop so that Dean could see it. Dean glanced quickly at the screen and then shook his head. "Sam, what's wrong?" I asked with annoyance. "Did you find my Grandma?"
"Libby, I'm sorry, but your Grandma passed away," Sam replied as he lifted the laptop above the back of the front seat so that I could see the screen. There she was. My beautiful Grandma. And alongside her picture was her obituary. "She passed away over two years ago," he commented. I sensed the concern in his voice. I'm sure they thought I was crazy. Heck, I thought I was crazy.
"Oh…yeah, that's right," I lied as tears filled my eyes. I leaned against the back seat and focused my attention on the cars passing by beside me. (My Grandma was dead? Why couldn't I remember that?)
"Does it say what happened to her?" I heard Dean ask.
"Heart attack," Sam replied. (Did I give her the heart attack? I was such a bad kid for her…..Always getting into fights, skipping school, stealing, staying out late…she got to know the local law enforcement really well because of me. Why was I so bad for her? She didn't deserve it. She was just trying to take care of me.) My mind was in constant turmoil until we finally pulled into a mall parking lot with the store called Justice directly in front of us. I welcomed the distraction. It definitely looked like a girly store from the outside. I was slightly embarrassed when I saw my reflection in the store window. My outfit was hideous and huge. "Don't be shy, get what you need," Sam mentioned as we stepped inside the door. We were immediately welcomed by a sales associate. She looked young, maybe eighteen and her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
"Hi, my name is Kim, can I help you?" she asked.
"Yeah Kim.….uh, can you help our sister here pick out some clothes? Jeans, t-shirts, socks, underwear, shoes, pajamas…..pretty much everything," Sam explained awkwardly.
"A few of each," Dean chimed in. "We'll be right here if you need us."
"Of course," Kim replied with a smile. She motioned for me to follow her. "You look like you're probably a size 8, maybe a 10." I glanced back at them as I followed after her. They both looked freakishly out of place and I couldn't help but smile. (I had to admit, it was a pretty cool thing they were doing for me.) I spent the next hour following Kim around the store and trying on clothes. In the end, we ended up with everything I needed. I was thrilled to be able to wear one of my new outfits, a pair of jeans and a white unicorn t-shirt, out of the store. I even picked out a pair of pink, glittery sneakers. I loved glitter and I loved the color pink.
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Flashback:
A loud crash woke me from a sound sleep. I could hear the rain pounding outside my window and figured the crashing sound was just thunder, but decided to check anyway. I wandered from my bedroom, half asleep, and was immediately greeted by foul odor. It smelled rotten, almost like a garbage dump or a sewer. As I made my way through the darkness into our small Living Room, lighting flashed outside our patio door. Distracted by the lightning, I tripped over something on the floor. I glanced down to find a hand sticking out from behind my Grandma's favorite rocking chair. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I moved quickly to look behind the chair and saw my Grandma, motionless on the floor. "Grandma?!" I cried as I fell to my knees beside her. "Grandma?!"
"Libby?" questioned a deep voice coming from the darkness. I froze. Thunder crashed and then lightning lit up the room long enough for me to see him or "it". I was terrified and my body began to shake violently. His skin was pale and there were veins, lots of them protruding from his face, and worms? Were there worms on his face? And his eyes were a pitch black just like a demon. What the hell was he? Who was he? And how did he know my name?
"I'm your Dad," he stated through the darkness. No…there was no way that "thing" was my Dad. I was too terrified to move. Lightning flashed again and I could see him take a few steps closer to me.
"No!" I screamed, and then continued screaming. "Go away!" I cried out in between the screams.
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"Libby." I could hear Sam's voice echoing through my thoughts. (Sam?! Sam?! I'm right here! Help me! My Grandmother's dead!) I felt rough, calloused hands, almost like sandpaper, touch my own.
"Noooooooo!" I cried out frantically as I flailed my arms violently. "Go away! You're not my Dad!" I continued flailing my arms desperately.
"Dammit Sam, wake her up." That was Dean's voice. (Why weren't they helping me?)
"Libby!" boomed Sam's voice. "You're having a dream….open your eyes." (Come on Lib….do what they say, open your eyes.) I felt something cold splash against my face. (OMG, did that thing just spray me with its venom or something?) I held my breath as it dripped some my cheeks and then onto my neck. And then I forced my eyes open. I was in the backseat of the Impala and the door next to me was open. I looked to find Sam peering down at me with a concerned look on his face. Dean was hovered behind him holding a bottle of water in his hand. I sighed with relief. That thing was gone. "Hey…welcome back sweetheart," Sam said gently.
"Dang kid, you are difficult to wake up," Dean commented as he gently shook the bottle of water. I wasn't amused as I pushed the wet strands of hair out of my face. I looked down to find my new t-shirt soaked with water.
"Are you feeling ok?" Sam asked.
"Yeah….fine." I shifted my position and rested my head against the backseat. "Just tired."
"We're almost back to the bunker," Dean mentioned and then made his way around the car and to the driver's seat.
"Do you want me to sit back there with you?" Sam asked, still with a concerned expression on his face.
"I said I was fine." The words came out rudely, but I didn't mean it, I was just tired and confused by what had just happened. The "dream" seemed so real. Sam nodded and closed the door next to me. I sat anxiously in the backseat as we headed back out onto the highway. (Did that thing really kill my Grandmother?) I wanted to tell them about my dream, but I was nervous since they already thought I was crazy. "Ummm…..Sam? Dean?" I questioned hesitantly. I heard Sam's laptop close and then he turned in his seat to face me.
"Yeah Lib?"
"The dream I had…..it was about my Grandmother." I looked up to find Dean looking back at me intently through his rearview mirror. I felt tears fill my eyes. I looked back at Sam. His expression was gentle and comforting.
"It's ok Lib, you can tell us," he urged gently.
"I saw this thing…..it was a monster." The words sounded stupid coming out of my mouth, but I continued. "It was pale and veins were popping out of its face….it smelled disgusting…and I thought I saw w…w…"
"Worms?" Dean questioned.
"Yeah….worms. How did you know?"
"Sounds like you saw a Rugaru," Sam commented. At that moment everything came together. (My Dad WAS that monster. And it killed my Mom and Grandmother.) My whole body tensed. I wanted to scream. I reached for the door handle. "Dean, pull over now!" Sam ordered. The Impala came to a screeching halt and I threw open the door. I jumped out, ready to run, but Sam was quicker and I crashed into his giraffe sized legs. I attempted to push Sam out of my way, but his strength obviously overpowered my own. "Calm down honey," he soothed as he placed his hands on my shoulders.
"Dude, we need to get her back in the car," Dean said worriedly as he made his way to us. "We're causing a scene."
"You never found it! And it killed my Grandmother!" I screamed as I crashed my fists into Sam's gut. I heard Sam gasp and then I continued with two more punches until I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist.
"Ok kid, that's enough!" Dean's voice boomed firmly from behind me. I kicked my legs out and tried to pry Dean's hands off from my waist. He shoved me back inside the backseat of the car while Sam slid in from the other side. I was trapped between them. I popped back up but Dean shoved me back into the seat. "Don't move," he ordered, his voice hard and stern. (Ugh! I hated him!) "You got her Sammy?"
"Yeah." Dean reached in and buckled my seatbelt. I thought about protesting, but I didn't, I was too tired and I knew I wouldn't win.
"Don't try anything," Dean warned before he closed the door. I crossed my arms across my chest and threw myself against the backseat. Once again, we were back on the road.
~To Be Continued~
