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When I woke up, the room was full of sunlight. Donegal was still asleep, snoring lightly on the bed beside me. I looked over at the alarm clock. It was only nine in the morning, but it felt like I had slept past noon. I growled and rolled out of bed, shuffling over to the window. The Impala was parked back in its place beside my car. I scratched my head and dug through my duffle bag for clean clothes. I pulled on a black scoop-neck tee and a pair of loose leopard print overalls. I put my hair up in a ponytail, taking the time to make a braid on each side. I tied my converse and grabbed some chunky sunglasses before heading out the door. I lit a cigarette and looked around in the early morning light. Things were quiet. They seemed normal. I guess it usually seemed normal to people like me – people who weren't raised in the lifestyle Sam and Dean were.

I climbed up on the hood of my car and crossed my legs, leaning back to look up at the clouds as they passed me by. When I was done with my cigarette I crossed my arms behind my head, making myself a pillow. The air was cool and crisp. It gave me goose bumps, but it felt nice. I looked up when I heard a door close. Sam looked surprised to see me there. I smiled and sat up.

"Hey!" I said brightly. "How'd it go last night?"

He shrugged and nodded his head. "It went fine, I guess."

I could tell by the tone of his voice that he had something on his mind. I slid down the hood to the ground, squinting at him in the sunlight.

"What's up? Something weird happen? Well, you know… weirder than usual…"

He smiled a little. "You know, ghosts usually go out with this fiery… angry yell… Something like that… This one didn't. It just… disappeared."

I tilted my head to the side curiously, replaying the scene for myself in my head.

"Is that…? Well, I mean, has that ever happened before?"

He shook his head. "No. That's what makes me skeptical. Something in my gut tells me this wasn't a ghost. It attacked me and it was like… like it was trying to bite me or something."

I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah, that definitely sounds out of the ordinary. Have you talked to Dean about it?"

He shuffled his feet and looked down at the ground. "No, not yet."

I felt like I was treading on dangerous territory. The situation with Sam and Dean was still pretty delicate at this stage. I buried my hands in my pockets. I didn't want to speak out of turn, but he looked like a big sad puppy. Damn his cute face.

"You should," I urged, taking a few steps forward. "I know how older siblings are on a normal scale. Dean, he's… a bit of a special case." Sam laughed at that. I smiled. "You have to make him listen. Some people just need a bit more of a slap in the face than others."

He smiled and nodded, looking back up at me. "Thank you."

I rocked on the balls of my feet, still smiling myself. "No problem."

We stood in awkward silence for a moment.

Sam cleared his throat and asked, "Were you, uh… gonna grab some breakfast?"

I scrunched up my face in thought. "You know, I'm actually craving some serious hash browns and croissants. I think I'm gonna run over to Burger King. You want anything?"

"Nah, I'll just grab some cereal."

I nodded, pulling out my keys. "Okay. I'll be right back. If Donegal asks… Never mind. I think we all know she won't be up before I get back."

He chuckled and we parted ways.I popped a hash brown into my mouth as I sat at a stoplight on the way back to the hotel. I was bobbing my head to the music playing loudly, looking around at the shops lining the streets. A group of young girls crossed in front of me laughing and talking amongst them. I glanced up at the light and sighed. A tall blonde crossed close behind them and I choked, thumping on my chest to dislodge the bit of potato in the back of my throat. I leaned over and squinted hard. It couldn't be. I dug in my pocket and pulled out my phone, almost dropping it in my haste. I had Donegal on speed dial.

"Come on," I muttered. "Pick up… Come on!"

It was on the last ring when she finally answered.

"Hello?" she mumbled groggily.

"Hey! You'll never guess what I am looking at right now! Who, rather."

"What? Where are you?"

"I went to get Burger King. That's beside the point. Paris fucking Hilton. She's walking downtown. Actually, I think… I think she's following these girls. What the hell is she?"

I heard muffled sounds of movement.

"Get back here now."

She was definitely awake now. I pulled off, slowly turning to follow the path they were taking.

"She's gonna take one of them, isn't she?" I asked, scanning for a quick place to park.

"You don't know what she is! You're in over your head, do you hear me? I'm gonna go get Dean!"

"Oh, don't be a tattletale. I'm just… experimenting. I'm gonna see if I can stop it…"

"I swear to God, I will kill you if she doesn't! Get back here NOW!"

"I've got this under control. Give me ten minutes. Get up and get dressed. I just turned off Lincoln Highway onto Market Avenue South. I'm near the… National First Ladies' Library? If you haven't heard from me by then, go tell Sam and Dean."

After a moment of silence she sighed heavily. "Fine. Ten minutes. If you get yourself hurt I'm gonna kill you…"

I laughed and hung up, whipping into a free spot. I put my phone on silent and wedged it into my bra. I watched them approaching in the rear view mirror, formulating a plan in my mind. I took a deep breath and got out, locking the doors behind me. I clipped my keys onto one of my belt loops and fell into step behind her. It was still pretty early in the morning. There weren't many people out now; on this street in particular. The three girls continued on completely oblivious. I could see the face of this Paris… whatever she was… reflected in the windows of the shops we passed. Her face was expressionless, her eyes locked on the girls ahead of her. It gave me the creeps. I pulled a five-dollar bill out of my pocket.

"Excuse me!" I called.

She stopped and whipped around to face me on a dime. I faltered in my steps, but continued forward to meet her. She was taller than me in those heels she had on. I held the money out to her.

"I think you dropped this," I continued. "I found it on the sidewalk back there."

She stared down at me, face still blank. Even then I could tell she was sizing me up. I met her gaze in as non-intimidating a way as possible.

"No, I don't think so," she trilled.

They weren't quite far enough away yet.

"Are you sure?" I said quickly.

She looked down at me a few seconds longer. I smiled broadly, trying to seem as innocent as possible. Finally, she gave me a sneer.

"Maybe I did," she replied, taking it from my hand.

I nodded. "Welp… Have a good day!"

I backed away a couple of steps before I turned my back on her. I exhaled heavily, staring down at my feet. I told myself to stay calm and not to look back. All I had to do was make it back to the car. A hard shove threw me off balance. I gasped and threw my hands out to catch myself. I swore quietly and looked up at her. She grabbed me by the throat and lifted me off the ground to face level.

"You did that on purpose," she growled quietly. "Have you been following me?"

"Christ you're strong," I choked out.

She threw me into the wall with more force than I had expected. I grunted and hit the ground hard. She put me in a headlock and started dragging me down the street. I could hardly believe this was real life right now.

"Get your hands off me!" I shouted, trying my best to pull her arms away. "Get the fuck off!"

"Is everything all right?" someone called.

It must be one of the girls. The grip around my neck tightened. I choked for air. I was starting to see spots of color.

"Call the police!" I croaked. "Call the police!"

"I'm sick of you," Paris said in that sickly sweet voice.

She released me long enough for me to take a solid breath before she slammed me into another wall and everything went black.

Donegal paced the room nervously, twisting the bottom of her tie-dye shirt around her index finger. She had a bad feeling about this – and not only because Dean and Sam would be pissed (mostly Dean, really). The whole situation was unsettling. She didn't like the idea of either of them interacting with anything in this world, least of all something they knew nothing about. This was their new reality. She glared down at her phone. Her sister didn't seem to quite have a grasp on that yet. She exhaled slowly. Connemara's ten minutes were up. Just for good measure, she tried to call her phone. It rang and rang until it went to voicemail. She groaned and slipped out the door. She hesitated for a moment before knocking on the boys' door. Dean answered, looking like he hadn't slept much last night. She swallowed hard, wringing her hands. He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"Is… everything okay?" he asked slowly.

"Um…" she replied, making a face. "About that…"

His face fell and he leaned out the door to look around. His gaze settled back on her. He was upset, she could tell.

"Where's your sister?" he asked.

Donegal sighed and squeezed past him into the room. Sam looked up from the table curiously.

"Well… initially she was making a breakfast run. She called me a few minutes ago and said…"

Dean waved her on. "Yeah? Said what?"

"It sounds stupid, but hear me out. She said… she saw Paris Hilton walking downtown. Don't look at me like that! This is serious!"

He cleared his throat, glancing at Sam, and nodded for her to continue.

"I mean really, what the fuck would the real Paris Hilton be doing in a town like Canton, Ohio? She said it looked like she was following this group of girls, so… she was following her. She told me if I didn't hear back from her in ten minutes to come to you. She's not picking up…"

Dean rolled his eyes in exasperation and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Did she say where she was?" he asked in an agitated tone.

She scrunched her face up in thought. "Um… Market Avenue, I think? She said she was down the street from the First Women's Library."

He sighed heavily, crossing the room to lean on the chair next to Sam, who looked up at him with worry. Dean slammed his fist down on the surface, making her jump.

"This is why we don't bring stowaways," he growled, crossing the room again to grab his suitcase. "Come on, Sammy. Looks like we've got our work cut out for us today."

Donegal was sitting on her bed turning her phone over in her hands. She had been sitting in much the same fashion for the last half hour listening to Sam and Dean as they got ready to leave again. Only a short time had passed since they left – a few minutes at most. Her phone rang and she jumped, eyes darting down to the screen. She sighed heavily. It was only Dean.

"Hello?"

"We just got a call from the sheriff," he told her. "Three young girls came in to report a woman being abducted. He said they were pretty hysterical."

She swallowed hard and stood up to pace the room. "God damn it…"

"Just sit tight. Don't do anything reckless. We'll find out what we can and be back as soon as possible."

She nodded, reassuring herself. "Okay. Bye."

She hung up and tossed her phone onto her bed. She didn't like the idea of sitting around waiting while Connemara was missing, but she knew she wouldn't be much help at this point. If they didn't know what it was that took her, they didn't know how to kill it. She flopped down on her bed and opened her computer. The least she could to was find out where the library was and find their car. She wanted to go now, but not enough to risk pissing off Dean even more. She groaned dramatically and turned on the TV to wait. The more time that passed, the darker her thoughts became. Suddenly they slapped her in the face; was her sister still gonna be alive by the time they got this figured out? She felt her stomach lurch and closed her eyes to force away the nausea. She refused to follow that line of thinking. She had to be willing to put a little bit of faith in Sam and Dean. It was easier said than done when her sister's life was hanging in the balance.

Donegal was awakened sometime later by a knock on the door. She sat up straight, looking around in a daze. She rolled off the bed and staggered to the door, glancing out the peephole to see who it was. She yanked the door open, trying to wake up a bit. Sam and Dean were dressed back in normal clothing. They smiled grimly at each other.

"What's the news?" she asked as brightly as she could muster.

"I went back over the bodies of the victims," Sam said, reaching into his pocket. "I found these in their stomachs."

He held up a small evidence bag with a couple of dark round objects. She grimaced and leaned forward to get a better look. She stood up straight and looked back up at him.

"What are they?"

"Seeds," he replied.

She frowned. "What from?"

"An ancient forest in the Balkans; said to be guarded by the Pagan god Leshii."

"So you think… a god is doing this?"

Dean nodded. "Something like that. We're heading back to the wax museum now. Just wanted to fill you in."

She glanced down at her phone, chewing her lip nervously. She hadn't realized it was so late. Connemara hadn't called back. She hadn't really expected her to, but she had to hold onto something. She sighed and ruffled her hair, looking back up at Sam and Dean.

"Just be careful, okay?" she said, forcing a smile.

They nodded and Dean gave her one of his usual smirks.

"We always are."

Sam joined his brother at the trunk of the Impala to retrieve what they would need. Thankfully there was an empty lot right around the corner. Dean grabbed the axe and slammed the trunk shut. The two started casually across the street. Dean looked a little more irritated than usual. Sam sighed. He could tell the situation with Connemara and Donegal bothered him on a normal day. This escalated things.

"Look, Dean," he started off slowly.

Dean put up a hand to cut him off. He looked over at his brother, brow furrowed with irritation.

"I told you this would be a bad idea," he said. "Granted I didn't exactly know they'd go looking for trouble, but… Think about it, Sammy. If you had a chance to not be a part of this – this lifestyle, monsters, the apocalypse – wouldn't you take it?"

He shut his mouth in a tight line and nodded. Dean threw his arms up and shrugged before he continued.

"I don't get it. I really don't."

"They're probably afraid to be alone," Sam reasoned, picking the lock on the side entry. "If they really aren't from this world… they've already got it as bad as we do, Dean. They don't have any family here, any friends. It's just them."

Dean looked at him thoughtfully, closing the door behind them. After Cas made his last visit, he hadn't put much thought into what he'd actually said. There was so much on his mind already that he'd started pushing things aside for later. A separate world didn't seem like that much of a stretch after some of the things they had seen. Come to think of it, they'd experienced something similar to alternate realities on several occasions. He had thought even less on the fact that they seemed to be the only two that had come through from... wherever. Better yet, could they be sent back home? He made a mental note to ask Cas the next time he breezed through. The sooner he didn't have to worry about them, the sooner he could refocus on stopping the apocalypse and saving his brother. Sam shined his flashlight back at him and he shook his head to clear his mind. For now, at least, he'd have to put those thoughts back in their box. Honestly, he wasn't sure if that was a can of worms he really wanted to open…