The Duchess

Elm Treigh

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Forbidden. Love. 21

Chapter Seven

Magsie felt as though the energy was sucked out of her. She felt groggy and heavy. She hadn't realized how weightless she felt while she was talking to Alex in what ever that place was. She, however, kept her eyes shut, not ready to open them and greet her world. Instead, she decided to try to hear everything. Get a sense of things. Of her surroundings.

She heard someone pacing by her feet impatiently, felt someone's presence on her right, calm and certain, and someone was holding her left hand, gently stroking soothing circles on the back of her hand with their thumb.

"Why isn't she waking up?" She heard Dean grumble. "Are you sure that's Magsie?"

"Yes," Castiel answered simply.

"Dean, relax. She'll wake up," Sam said, squeezing her hand pleadingly.

Magsie determined it was now time to wake, lest Dean blow a gasket. Her eyes fluttered open, smiling she said, "Damn it, Dean. Can't a girl get a bit of shut eye?"

Dean stopped pacing. He gave her a crooked, relieved smile. "'Bout time."

Magsie turned her head toward Castiel. "Hey you," She said smiling.

Castiel returned her smile with an endearing one of his own. "Hello Magdalena. Welcome back."

"Good to be back, believe me," Magsie answered, trying to sit up. She rubbed at her neck. "Why does my neck feel so sore?"

Sam and Dean shared a pointed look at Cas who looked away from the three, cheeks tinting a light pink shade. Sam helped Magsie sit up, placing pillows behind her, not letting go of her hand in the process.

"Might be the bruises on you neck," He answered her.

"Bruises?" Magsie replied, looking at Sam, then at their hands. She smiled fondly at him before turning to Cas, "You gave her bruises?"

Castiel shifted in his stance uncomfortably. "She wasn't you." Was all he said.

"How'd you know it was Cas?" Dean asked.

"She told me Cas tried to kill her," Magsie responded, still rubbing her neck, willing the bruises to disappear. Slowly they did.

"I did not try—" Cas began but Magsie cut him off. "It's alright, Cas. Really." She winked at him.

"What do you mean she told you?" Dean said cautiously.

Magsie turned her attention to him. "We had a little chat in this... place. She told me everything you guys did." She smiled from ear to ear at Dean's nervous expression. She pulled on Sam's hand so that he'd sit next to her. He obliged, letting go of her hand so that he could wrap his arm around her shoulders instead. "I'm so glad you three behaved yourselves, but..." She didn't see the look Sam and Dean shared at her comment, or that Cas had decided to bow his head shamefully.

Dean walked around the bed and sat by Magsie's legs, placing a hand on her knee doing his best not to glare accusingly at Sam or Cas. "But what?"

"But you guys didn't really make her feel wanted," She pouted, resting her head on Sam's shoulder. "She said you guys kept on about how amazing I am."

The brothers and Cas looked away, a bit chagrined. "What were we supposed to do?" Dean began a little indignant. "Throw her a party or something? She was in your body."

"Do you guys have any idea how much that girl was hurting from the other Sam and Dean?" She retorted, glaring at them. "You guys were real assholes. And you!" She pointed at Dean. "I knew you were over protective and over bearing but geez! And you!" She rounded on Sam, pinching his side. "You were seriously mean to her!"

Sam jumped in his seating position. "Hey! That wasn't us!"

"Yeah," Dean added moodily. "We were different then."

Magsie sighed. "I know. It's just..." She snuggled closer to Sam, who in turn held her tightly against him. "I like Alex. Seeing her hurt and knowing you two were the cause..." She trailed.

"We wouldn't hurt you like that, Magsie," Sam said softly to her, kissing the top of her head gently. He scowled a warning at Dean who grunted at his reply.

Magsie nodded into his embrace. "I know," She whispered. It's me who'll be doing all the hurting. She thought sadly, remembering Alex's words concerning the brothers and Cas and how they feel about her.

"Well," Dean ventured, hoping Magsie wouldn't start lecturing them over something they technically didn't have anything to do with to begin with. "What about you? What have you done while you were there?"

Magsie blushed, burying her head deeper into Sam's shoulder. "Magsie?" Sam inquired, looking down at her.

"I saw Peter," She barely whispered, suddenly her stomach growled loudly. "Gosh, I'm hungry! Did you guys even feed her?" She frowned, rubbing her tummy, effectively steering the topic into a different direction. At least for the time being.

Sam, Dean, and Cas smiled at her. Magsie was almost always just as hungry as Dean was. "I'll go get you something to eat." Dean said, standing. "The usual?"

"Of course!" She beamed. "You guys aren't eating with me?"

Cas shook his head. "I should get back to—" He watched Magsie's face sadden at the mention of his departure. "Did you need anything, Magdalena?"

"No," Magdalena shook her head, trying to get rid of the sad look on her face. "She really liked you, Cas." She smiled, Cas nodded, not meeting her eyes, and with a whoosh of his wings, was gone. She turned to Sam, asking him the same question. He shook his head, telling her he wasn't hungry.

"Neither am I," Dean said before she could ask him. Magsie nodded her consent. "I'll be right back." He grabbed his coat and keys, opened the door, glancing back at her before walking out. "Don't go disappearing on us, okay?"

Magsie placed her hand on her chest innocently. Dean cocked a brow at her. He wasn't amused. Magsie rolled her eyes and nodded. Dean also nodded and walked out. Magsie watched him leave. She sensed someone was outside, waiting. She wasn't sure who it was, but she didn't sense this person was a threat, so she let it go. For the time being.


Dean closed the door behind him, shrugging on his jacket. He was very relieved to have Magsie back. They needed her to return and that wasn't only because he had missed her like crazy. Not that he didn't like Alex. He really did enjoy her company. 'Do you guys have any idea how much that girl was hurting from the other Sam and Dean?' Dean furrowed his brows at Magsie's words. If the other-world them hurt Alex, what could they have done to Magsie? She became very protective of Alex. Which meant she didn't approve.

How big of jerks were the other-world them to have hurt Alex? He knew he could be a dick and that Sam had issues but would the other them have been just as mean to Magsie? Yet, Alex failed to mention to Magsie how big of jerks they themselves were to her in her time there. Or that she had kissed both Sam and Cas. He wasn't sure whether to be thankful that she spared Magsie the pain she'd no doubt feel when she found out or upset that she had lied to her. He knows she'd be upset. He knows Magsie cares a lot about Sam and Cas. She's said she loves them before. Just as she says she loves him. It had always boggled him how easily she'd say it too. Hell, he can't even muster up the three words for his brother. Even when he was at death's door. Yet Magsie has no qualms in expressing her love for him, his brother, or Cas. She'll exhibit her love for them through words, and through actions. Actions that put her in danger each and every time. He wasn't sure when they had begun to rely on Magsie, despite that he hated that because of him, her life was in constant danger. He wasn't sure when he and Sam been so wrapped up in someone other than each other and Bobby of course. How did Magsie squeeze herself into their hearts and lives? When had she squeezed herself into his heart? And when the time came, would he be upset if he hadn't managed to squeeze himself in her heart in a more intimate and personal level? Why was he thinking like this?

Dean shook his head, returning from his thoughts, taking out his keys as he approached his beloved Impala. He looked up and saw Alexandra leaning against the hood of his car, smirking at him like a Cheshire cat.

"You're gonna ruin the paint job," He chastised, standing a couple of feet in front of her. "Get off."

Her smirk, if possible, widened. "I won't ruin the paint," She said matter-of-fact. She raised a brow at him, moving a few inches away from the Impala. Her fingertips gently leaving a trail, in almost a lovers caress; causing the black paint job to shine and gloss. "I find this car..." She trailed, her head tilted to the side at him, still smiling. "Fascinating."

Dean arched a brow at her. He looked behind him at the motel then back at her. "If you're wondering whether Magsie's back, she is," He said, a little on guard. He walked around her to the drivers side. "Thanks for the shine, by the way. Saves my baby a wash from Sam." He put his keys in to open the door.

"I know," Alexandra replied, staring at Dean, studying his movements. "I felt the moment Alex left." She walked toward him, standing directly in front of him. She put her hand over his, disallowing him from turning the key the rest of the way. "I came to talk to you, Dean." Her voice was soft but still held an authoritative power.

Dean looked pointedly at her hand. "Talk? About what?" He pulled his hand away from hers, placing his keys into his pockets. He looked up at her, waiting for her to continue, brows arched as if to say 'well?'. He was curious as to what she had to say to him that she couldn't say in front of the others.

Alexandra looked at her hand then at Dean. She grinned. "I don't bite or have cooties." She paused then shrugged. "Honestly, Dean?" She took a step back. "I'm not sure why I came to talk to you. Not really anyway." She stared into his eyes, sizing him up. "Do you know what psychometry is?" She asked rhetorically. "I touch people..." She ran a finger along the Impala's hood, watching as it gleamed in the sunlight. "Objects... and I know their history." She returned her gaze to him. "Almost better than I know my own." She laughed. "You can imagine how... strange it was for me to learn Alex's history." She searched his eyes, trying to find the man she's seen through Alex's past. "I know you're not him. The one she calls Dean Winchester but..." She stopped herself, taking back the step she took, closing in on him. "I'm not evil," She said sadly. "I know you don't trust me or even like me, but I'm not evil."

Was it her that wanted Dean to believe that? Or was it Alex? The Alex she once was. Could that Alex still exist inside her? Is that who she was trying to convince her morals too? She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the phantom lurking in her mind.

"That it?" He said. "You came all this way to try to convince me you're not evil?" He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting in his stance before crossing his arms. "As far as I'm concerned, if you're just sitting this war out, you're just as bad as the rest of them. People are getting hurt and dying." He rummaged through the pockets of his jacket for his keys. "Look. You don't have to convince me of anything. You've made your choice." He put the key in and opened the door. He used it as a barrier between himself and Alexandra. Looking up at her he said, "We done here?"

"No. We aren't." Alexandra's eyes flashed. Dean jumped back just in time as the car door slammed shut. "Are you going to say 'yes' to Michael?" She asked him heatedly. "Oh, no. I forgot. You're saying no. Every minute that passes, people die because Michael hasn't stopped Lucifer yet. Because he can't stop Lucifer because you refuse to say yes." She glared at him. "You must be for this war Dean, aren't you?" She took an angry step toward him, then another, until she was only an inch away. Her stiletto boots making her close to the same height. "You don't know my reasons for staying out of this war. So don't act like everything is in black and white. You out of everyone should know that." She hissed.

Dean clenched his jaw. He didn't fall back. He stood his ground. He knew his refusing to say yes to Michael will be thrown in his face for as long as Lucifer walks the Earth. But he didn't need to explain himself to her. He has nothing to prove to her. He wasn't the one trying to convince her who he is. He knows who he is. He knows what needs to be done and what continues to happen because of his decisions. He didn't go to her. She came to him. He simply made an observation. For her to react the way she had only means one thing in his book. I hit a nerve.

"And what reasons are that?" He challenged. "I've got my reasons and you've got yours. That's all that's needed to be said then." Still standing his ground, he reached for the handle of the door. "I'm not the one trying to convince myself I'm not evil. You are. Actions speak louder than words, Darling." He looked away, opening the door carefully, shoving her aside with the door. "Now if you'll excuse me. I've got places to go. People to feed." He sat in, closing the door behind him.

Alexandra's eyes went cold. She hated that she even bothered to show up here. But Alex's memories where haunting her. She had to see for herself and in a twisted way, she was glad she did. Her faith in humanity was right to be gone. There are no caring souls left to protect. There was no 'softness' to the man in the car whose presence was seared in Alex's mind that Alexandra had to see it; had to make a fool of herself to see with her own eyes. And what she saw was a man who cared for him and his alone. Alex was wrong. There was nothing about this world left to save. When it goes up in flames, she'll turn her back. She has nothing to fight for.

She nodded her head. "Goodbye Winchester."

Dean grabbed the steering wheel tightly. He couldn't believe he was about to do this but something inside him couldn't leave things with Alexandra like this. Maybe it was his way of redeeming his behavior toward Alex when she was in their care. Maybe it was his way to apologize to both Alex and Magsie for the way he had been acting lately. What ever the reason he couldn't let things end this way. He just couldn't.

He turned his head, but kept his eyes ahead. "I'd watch out for that Logan guy if I were you." He said. "I don't think he..." He looked up at her then, still unsure as to why he felt he needed to do or say anything but he knew he did. "Just... be careful, alright, Alex?" He brought the Impala to life and began backing up. He was done.

She snapped her fingers and the Impala came to a complete stop. Before Dean could even blink a question or realize what happened, he was standing outside the car by his door.

"Who do you think you are?" She hissed, her hands grabbing onto the front of his shirt, her face an angry scowl. Still, she looked beautiful, almost exotic in her anger. "You know nothing about me or Logan, yet you stand here and tell me what he is? Or what I am?" She pushed him against his car, hands still griping his shirt, wrinkling it. "You think I blame you for saying 'no' to Michael?" She glared. "I don't. Hell, I'm glad you don't say 'yes'. I'm glad Samuel doesn't say yes." She moved closer, her face close to his. He could see the silver in her eyes. "Logan saved me. He understands the choices I make. Hard choices. He doesn't judge me like you are." She let go of him and stepped away. "What ever Alex sees in you, it's wrong. You aren't the caring man she showed me. You're nothing but a fake."

Dean brushed his shirt, smoothing down the wrinkles, scowling annoyed. "I wasn't judging you, Sweets. I was accepting your decisions. And I only say to be careful with Logan because he gave me the impression he was only using you. So, I'm thinking, if he's using you now, in this lil' world, then maybe he's using Alex in hers, and I'm pretty sure the other me ain't too happy about that 'cause, hell, I'm not too happy about it now."

He looked at her calmly now. All he could think about, watching who Alex is, what she has become, is how sorry he was for the way he and Sam may have treated the other Alex while she was in their care. Magsie was right to be angry with them. Alex deserves better. She deserves so much more than he and Sam.

"Trust me" Dean continued, taking a breath and letting it out tiredly. "Being used... It's not right. I don't know how you became the way you are and I don't think you're evil. Lost and hurt, like us, sure, but not evil. And I just..." He looked away. "I don't want Alex to get hurt. I like Alex. Sam likes Alex, and so does Cas and even Magsie. We don't know her but..." He looked back at her, a determined look on his face. "If we ever get wind of foul play from him concerning Alex or you, better believe we're gonna..." He let the sentence trail.

"You're not worried that maybe I'm using him?" She walked closer to him, her eyes never leaving his. "I know all his secrets. Is he using me?" She shrugged casually. "He'd be stupid not to." She smirked at the look he gave her. "I use him, he uses me. Sex, power, greed." She rolled her eyes. "We know where we stand." She took a step back and to the side. "I don't have a heart he can break or a soul he can turn black. When he uses me, it's at night, and in bed." She grinned at Dean's arched brow. "It's a win-win situation."

Dean stared at her. Unsure of what to really think or react. They use each other? Does she really think that that is all there is to it? To just use one another and not get hurt? Not risk any feelings that could eventually get in the way? No one can truly just use someone and not have feelings get in the way, not get hurt. Feelings and emotions, even moral consciousness are almost always involved at one point or another. 'I don't have a heart he can break or a soul he can turn black.' She had to have had one once. A heart and a soul. The Alex that was in Magsie's body sure had. What could have happened to this Alex to have become so cold? So unfeeling?

"A win-win, huh?" Dean stepped closer to her, also not breaking contact. He wasn't sure he believed she had no feelings whatsoever. "No heart..." He stood in front of her, noses nearly touching. "No soul..." He tilted his head, seemingly curious, his mouth hovering over hers. He glanced at her mouth before looking back into her eyes. She has to be feeling something. Anything. Nothing. He knew then that nothing would happen. "Then why did you want to tell me you're not evil? Why did you need to see for yourself whether Alex was right or not?"

She kept her eyes on him the entire time. "I was curious," She paused. "I wanted to see what I would find. Her perception of you..." She trailed, pondering. "I had to know if the man is greater than the myth."

Dean grinned, walking back to the door of his Impala. "Sorry to disappoint," He said, shaking his head. "The Dean Alex knows... It's not who I am. Not anymore." He stared over the hood and to the street. A faraway look in his. "But if he cares about her, like I think he would, believe me, he'd do anything to be sure she was safe." He returned his attention to Alexandra, looking past her and to his room. "We don't have much, and I'm sure she doesn't either. She wouldn't be with us if she did. So we hold on tightly to what we do have. She's with us? She'll stay with us until she wants to leave." He shrugged.

"Sometimes leaving is the only thing you can do," Alexandra responded, snapping her fingers. The Impala returned to life. "When you kill Lucifer," She began, giving him a wicked grin. "Make sure you do it right."

She made her way toward him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. A soft glow left her fingertips, sending waves of warmth throughout his body. Dean became more aware, more awake, as though he had had an undisturbed night of blissful sleep.

"Bye, Dean."

She was gone. The parking lot was empty. No traces of her ever having been there. Dean rubbed the cheek her hand had been. He never thought he'd feel glad that he wasn't as empty as Alexandra was. He never expected to pity anyone other than himself. Alexandra had no hope. In anything. It's a wonder she could still walk the Earth in the state she was in.

He shook his head and got in his car. If she did anything to my baby...


Sam sat on the bed with Magsie laying on his legs that were crossed at the ankles. They were watching some infomercial for some cleaning product while waiting for Dean to return with Magsie's food.

She had been sitting next to him, her head on his shoulder when Sam reached for the remote beside him, turning on the television and channel surfing. It was then Magsie decided she wanted to be more comfortable and laid curled up next to him, her head on his lap, facing the television. Causing a smile to spread on Sam's face. He was glad she was back. Safe in his arms.

After a moment of reassured silence, Magsie softly ventured out on a thought nagging her since she's returned. "Sam?"

"Mmm..." Sam responded, looking down at her, stroking her hair.

"We're friends, right?" She asked, turning onto her other side so that she was facing him.

"Yeah, of course, Magsie," Sam answered, a curious smile displayed on his handsome face.

"Just friends?"

"What?" Sam asked, cheeks becoming pink.

Magsie sat up, sitting cross-legged in front of him. She frowned at Sam's small blush. She didn't want to get into this now, but what Alex had said to her was really starting to get to her. She didn't want things to get as complicated as it has become for Alex. She liked that she could seek comfort, both physical and emotional, from Sam and Dean and on occasion Cas. She liked that they cared enough to know when she'll need which and who would be best equipped to give her what she needs. The only other person to have known her like that was Peter. And if she were being honest with herself, she had thought, no, believed, that she wouldn't get that with anyone else ever again. But she had. With two men and an Angel; who have burdens of their own. However, if they were beginning to feel more for her than she felt for them...

You love them.

I do.

You're in love with them.

I'm not! She inwardly frowned, thumbing her ring.

You can't hide behind that ring forever. You can't keep using it as an excuse not to get close to either of them. You know you care about them as more than just companions. Question is: After this is over, which one do you want to have a future with?

Well, she knows she can't have a future with Cas. He was an Angel, so that rules him out. And besides, What if I don't make it?

Her conscious rolled its eyes and sighed. You're not a quitter. You'll fight to the death for them, but you'll fight to live just as much.

"Magsie?" Sam asked, waving a hand in front of her face. "Are you okay?"

Magsie returned from her reverie. "What?"

Sam frowned. "You kinda dazed off on me there." He tried a smile.

A light blush crept on her face. "I'm sorry," She crawled to him, snuggling into his open arms. "It's just that Alex..." She let the sentence trail, trying to find the best way to form her thoughts into words she can express without sounding so vulnerable. Could she handle the truth?

"Alex what?" Sam prompted, muting the television, and giving her his full attention. Was she finally going to lecture him about kissing Alex? He had been anticipating this talk nervously since she's returned. Knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later.

"I don't know what she told you about her... situation with the other you, but..." Magsie played with his knuckles, tracing them with her fingertips. "The other you and her were involved. Like..."

"As more than just friends?" Sam finished, watching her behavior cautiously. Magsie nodded. "And you're worried..."

"That you and Dean are feeling more than I do?"

Sam frowned. That wasn't exactly what he had expected her to ask. He had been expecting her to be angry with him for what he had done with Alex while she occupied her body. Then again, she didn't say anything to Cas. Had Alex not said anything to her?

"Magsie, you're very important to us," Sam began, moving so that he could see her face better. "Do we care about you? Of course. But we know you—"

"I love you guys. You know that," Magsie interjected. "It's just that... I'm not sure if I'm ready to..."

"Hey," Sam interrupted, capturing her chin in his hands. "We're not expecting anything from you other than to fight with us."

Magsie smiled at him. "You love me though, right Sam?"

Sam's eyes widened at the sudden question. He looked away, unsure of how to answer. "Why do you—"

"While I was there, with the other you and Dean," She interrupted, saving him from giving her an answer. The fact that he hesitated was enough answer for her. She really hadn't expected him to return the three words anyway. She knew the power they held and that Sam and Dean were not ready to say them to anyone. They've never had reason to say it aloud to anyone. Not even each other. She knew this. Still didn't make her feel any less sad though. She grew up with her family saying 'I love you' almost as many times as the Tanners hugged whenever someone left the room. "I felt... so jealous. Of Alex." She confessed.

"Jealous of Alex? For what?"

"Jealous that she'll know a side of you guys that I will never know. That she has a better chance at saving you than I do. That she was able to be romantically involved—" She stopped herself, blushing. She hadn't meant for her confession to go that far. Oh well.

Sam cocked a surprised brow at her. She wants to be romantically involved with one of them? He had always thought she wasn't ready. Anytime things got a little... heated between her and any one of them, she'd look down at that damned ring of hers, and back off immediately. And he figured if she were to be with one of them, it would be Dean. They fought so much it seemed more like foreplay than sibling dispute. You could feel the sexual tension between them pulsating in the air that sometimes Sam had to excuse himself so he could handle the tension he felt behind closed doors. Although, he'll admit that he liked that she had been considering a relationship with him.

"I'm back!" Dean announced, interrupting Sam's thoughts.

Magsie hopped off the bed quickly and snatched her food from Dean. "About time, Winchester!" She exclaimed reprovingly, heading toward the table. "I thought I was gonna have to break a piece of Samwise—" She blushed, turning to them. "You know what I mean." She warned.

Dean shook his head, grinning. He had missed her inadvertent innuendos and the blush that always followed. "Yeah, yeah," He dismissed, sitting across from her, watching her chow down her food as though she hadn't eaten in months. "So, what'd you two chicks talk about while I was gone?" He grinned at Magsie's smirk and the small piece of lettuce that she sucked into her mouth.

"Oh you know," She began to reply. "The usual. Boys, hair, who's prettier? Angelina or Jennifer?"

"Angelina. Hands down," Dean said without hesitation.

"What? Are you kidding me?" Magsie blanched. "She's the other woman!"

"So?" Dean rolled his eyes. "She's still hot."

"She's been losing a lot of weight lately. Pretty soon all she's gonna be is skin, bones, and tats. You telling me you find that attractive?"

"Guys," Sam said.

"What about you, Sam?" Magsie turned to him, taking a sip of her drink. "Who's hotter? Angelina or Jennifer?"

Sam stared at the two. Why is it he's always the deciding factor to what ever dispute they'd have? He rolled his eyes, sighing. "I don't know."

"Cop out!" Dean exclaimed, chuckling. Magsie joined him.

"Whatever," Magsie said. "You two both know I'm hotter than the two combined so no reason in discussing it any further."

The brothers gave each other a look before laughing. Magsie grinned, feigning taking their laughter as an offense. Truthfully, she loved making them laugh. Even if it was at her expense. It was worth it. She was almost convinced that their laughter could solve any problem.

"So, Dean," She said holding out a tomato from her avocado turkey sub that had slipped out, then putting it in her mouth with a moan.

"So, Magsie," Dean mimicked.

"What'd you and Alexandra talk about?"

"How'd you—" Magsie tilted her head as if to say 'really?' "What did you do while you were in Alex's body?" He countered instead.

"I asked you first."

"No. I did. Remember?"

Magsie smiled. She finished her lunch and drink and leaned back in her chair, bringing her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them. She glanced at Sam who nodded encouragingly.

"Promise not to get mad?"

Sam and Dean exchanged nervous glances. Sam stood from the bed and walked over to where Magsie and Dean were. Wanting to get a better look and able to hear better.

"What'd you do?" Dean asked cautiously.

"Well..." Magsie began slowly, suddenly feeling apprehensive. Should she tell them? You've never lied to them before. Why start now? She nodded. "I saw Peter."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. Uh-oh. They thought. That could mean only one thing. Magsie acted way out of her character to distract herself and forget the pain or turn it into something that'll make her feel better. That would mean she had attempted to either make out with one of them or with a complete stranger. Or she could have blown something up. Or picked a fight. There were many things she could have done. When Magsie was hurting, she was capable of almost anything. Poor other them didn't stand a chance.

"What'd you do?" Dean repeated.

Magsie sighed, deciding to start from the beginning. Where she first met Logan and how she sent him to the Gobi Desert. She smiled at their grins. She told them about her teasing Dean and Sam getting upset because he liked Alex and wouldn't confess it. Sam blushed while Dean clapped him on the back. How after speaking with the Duchess' many Greats Niece, they headed over to the Nephews place where she met Patrick by herself (after arguing with Dean that it was the quickest way to get the looking glass) and that she found him fascinating.

"I hope Alex made a good impression. You guys kept his number right?"

Dean rolled his eyes. Sam sighed. Hadn't she confessed to him moments ago that she was considering a relationship with either him or Dean? Well, maybe not confess, but implied. That girl makes no sense.

She continued, saying that Dean had gotten jealous and made certain remarks that really pissed her off.

"I wouldn't be jealous!" Dean was quick to say, though if he thought about it, he probably would have been. He still hasn't figured where exactly the jealously came from. Or why he felt it. He didn't want to have feelings for Magsie. He knew he couldn't afford to care too deeply for anyone this late in the Apocalypse. He'll admit he's always thought her an attractive young woman. What heterosexual wouldn't? She was different. Smart, funny, sassy, and almost fearless. But he can't be showing he was jealous. And hearing that his other-world self could have been made him feel uneasy.

"Sure you wouldn't," Sam muttered receiving a glare from big brother.

Magsie smiled. She told them how the remark led to her taking them back to her school, to the restaurant her and Tammy used to frequent. How she hadn't really expected to see her other self and Peter there, though she knew it was a possibility. And was a little put out that not only had they encountered her other self and Peter but that Peter knew about them and about her dreams and what she can do because apparently her other self had told him everything. She continued, telling them of the small fight she had with Peter who had accused her of leaving him for them and how she had had to explain to him that she didn't leave him. That she's always loved him. She paused, shaking her head to rid herself of the emotions rising.

She carried on, after she had composed herself, telling them how she basically had a breakdown while the other them were arguing about something Sam did to Alex. Sam frowned. How many times is he going to be reminded that his other self hurt Alex? How big of a jerk was he? Probably not as big of a jerk as you were to Alex while she was here. Sam frowned.

"It's alright, Sammy. I know you would never have hurt her or anyone intentionally," She assured him, smiling sadly.

"So, what'd you do? Try to make out with one of us?" Dean asked getting to the point.

"No," Magsie glared at him. "I needed a cuddle." She looked pointedly at Sam. "But you wouldn't let me. Practically called me a slut."

Dean's eyes widened. "Well, you must've been acting like one," He muttered, looking away.

"Dean," Sam disapproved.

"I kinda was," Magsie agreed softly. "But seeing Peter again. Alive and happy and he knew... Made me so envious of the other me. She told him the truth and I couldn't. She probably saved his life by telling him."

Sam placed an understanding hand on her knee. Magsie placed hers over it. She sighed and continued. Telling them that when Sam and Dean took her back to the motel, letting her go inside by herself because they were still arguing, she found Logan was waiting for her. He threatened Peter's life because according to him, she was keeping him from getting Alex back.

"Asshole!" Dean spat, fisting his hands. "I hope you kicked the living shit out of him."

Magsie smiled, nodding that she had, but later ended up healing his injuries after he told her she was being a selfish brat and that there was no light in her. Dean tightened his fists and Sam clenched his jaw. As far as they were concerned, Logan needs a good ass whooping. After the things he said about Alexandra and to Alex when they themselves met him and now the shit he said to Magsie? He was as good as dead next time they saw him. Magsie briskly pressed on - knowing what her overprotective Hunters were thinking - that the beating she gave Logan as well as the healing and even the lecture took more out of her than she had expected and was weak from it. From seeing their concerned faces, she assured them she was fine.

"I heard Cas calling me, so I went into the bathroom to change because I had thrown up my lunch after seeing Peter and Alex told me that you," She pointed at Dean. "Watched me change. You perv!" She glanced at Sam who nodded and smacked Dean behind his head.

"Hey! We didn't— I didn't know you'd be changing!" He defended rubbing his head.

"Sure," Magsie chuckled. "Anyway..."

She told them that while Logan helped her to their car that she could feel a little of his power coursing through her, so that when they met up at the shop—

"Because you said he wasn't allowed in the Impala."

"Damn right he isn't."

That he sort of figured out what she had been doing and well...

"He sorta challenged me. Saying that I couldn't handle it and—"

"You made out with him?" They both said simultaneously.

"You know I don't back down from a challenge. Especially not one like that." She jutted her chin out stubbornly, daring them to argue back.

"Did you like it?" Sam whispered after a short pause as he and Dean assessed what she revealed.

Magsie looked at him then at Dean. She could see they were visibly upset. "He's a good-looking guy." Was all she said adding a casual shrug of her shoulders.

"Well," Dean began after a pregnant lull. "That just means one thing."

Sam and Magsie stared at him, brows arched. "What?" They both asked.

Dean grinned impishly at her. "Means you have to make out with one of us." He pointed to himself and winked at her.

Sam rolled his eyes while Magsie snorted. "Sam," She said simply.

Sam nodded and reached out a hand to smack him but Dean blocked him, only to have been smacked on the other end by Magsie who had crawled over the table while Sam had distracted him.

"Hey!" Dean pouted. "You can't tag team me! That's cheating!"

He rubbed the back of his head as he grumbled under his breath how it wasn't fair that Alex kissed Cas and Sam while she was in Magsie's body and he got squat. Sam glared a warning at him to hush up. Dean scowled at him in return. Both looks and what Dean had muttered went unnoticed by Magsie who was too occupied laughing.

"In your dreams, Dean," Magsie said, crawling back to her seat. Once settled she fixated a serious stare directed at him. "You're turn. What'd Alexandra want?"

"Okay, first of all, how'd you know it was her?" Dean asked.

"By the jolt of energy she gave you. It has a distinctive... color, smell, feel," She answered shrugging indifferently.

"Huh," Dean huffed curiously. "Okay? Well, she said she wanted to see for herself if I'm as great as Alex showed her I was and that she's not evil."

Magsie nodded, staring at the table, then glanced at Dean. "Well?"

Dean shook his head, chuckling. "I think I might've disappointed her."

Magsie roller her eyes exasperatedly, but smiled. "That's not what I meant."

"What?" Dean asked, confused.

"I meant, did you think she was evil?" Magsie explained. "I wouldn't expect her to understand your appeal. Or Sam's." She winked at Sam. "She doesn't see what Alex and I see. She hasn't lived with you guys, so she doesn't know, let alone understand."

"She seems cold and distant," Sam informed.

Dean nodded in agreement. "She said she didn't have a heart or a soul."

"What?" Magsie's features saddened. "Poor Alex." Her eyes began to gloss from tears rapidly approaching. "I think I'm gonna go talk to her."

"What?" Both Sam and Dean exclaimed.

"No. Absolutely not," Dean deadpanned.

"She's dangerous, Magsie. Lost, distant, and strong," Sam added. "I don't think it's a good idea."

Magsie rolled her eyes at them. "Come on guys," She said. "You act like I'm gonna go pick a fight with her. I just wanna talk to the girl. See for myself why she would say something as inane as 'no heart, no soul' crap." She stood from her seat and walked around Sam, who was watching her every movement, to stand in front of Dean. "I promise to be careful. I'll have my phone on me." She placed her hand on Dean's cheek. The same cheek that Alexandra had touched and sent out an invitation for a rendezvous to her.

A few minutes later, after a bit more arguing with the brothers, Magsie arrived at a playground not too far from the motel. As was agreed upon by the brothers insistence. She spotted a big oak tree shadowing a bench. She made her way toward it and sat down. She smiled at the children playing in the playground in front of her. Their laughter warming her heart as she waited patiently for Alexandra to arrive. She wasn't sure if Alexandra would accept her invitation, but she figured she'd at least give it a try.


A/N: Another chapter! Yay! Magsie returns to her world! Her life! Her boys! :D

A few things I'd like to say about this chapter and a small hint to the next. In this chapter you get a glimpse of how Magsie's relationship with the Winchester's really is. What her feelings are for them and what they feel about her. Their interaction with one another. With that said... I must warn y'all that this entire fic is way, way ahead from my original fic 'Of The Light' and is subject to change pertaining to my original fic.

A lot of the events, discussions, feelings, etc. mentioned in this fic - in this chapter - hasn't really happened in 'Of The Light'.

When Parsy and I began discussing the plot to this fic and the details, I voiced a concern that I hope will be understood. My concern was that the Magsie in this fic will be way too different from the Magsie in 'Of The Light' and that you, the readers, will think this Magsie is what the other Magsie is really like when that really isn't the case.

This Magsie is kind of like a very rough idea of how I want the other Magsie (the Magsie in 'Of The Light') to be. Of small characteristics I'd like the other Magsie to have, while other things she won't. I had to think ahead when I was writing this Magsie. I had to go on scenes I've envisioned for 'Of The Light'. Of rough chapters I've been playing with but haven't written yet. I'm nowhere near close to any of the events, discussions, or feelings mentioned in this fic to 'Of The Light'.

I understand this is a little confusing. I'm probably not making any sense. I just hope that what ever opinion you have of this Magsie, good or bad, doesn't reflect to what ever opinion you have of the other Magsie.

Anyway, thanks for reading! And if you have questions about the fic or this whack a** A/N, PM me or leave me a review. :D