"Lydia." Called a soothing voice. She didn't know where it was coming from. The golden eyed monster on top of her didn't have that voice. "Lydia, get up." Her own mouth was open, but no words came out, only screams. "Kiddo, wake up!"
Lydia opened her eyes to darkness. There was a dark figure that stood over her lying in bed. It moved closer to her, reaching a hand out for her. She sat bolt upright and backed away.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" She screamed as she scooched away from the figure. It sat down on the bed and tried to grab her. She kicked out at it. "NO! GET AWAY!" She backed up too far and fell off the right side of the bed, smacking her shoulder off of the wall.
"Lydia!" The figure ran around the bed and scooped her up. It placed her on top of the covers. "Are you okay?"
"Dean?" She couldn't make out his face, but she recognized the voice.
"Yeah. Are you okay? How hard did you hit your head?" He was feeling around her head to find any blood spots.
"I didn't. It was my shoulder."
Satisfied with the lack of blood her pulled her into a hug. "You were screaming. Did you have a nightmare?" He asked.
"Um, yeah." She was really shaken up from the disturbing dream she had.
"You wanna tell me about it?" He asked. She nodded and he let her go.
"Oliver my Mom and I, we were being chased through the woods by Deric and Dominic. They killed them both. But then Mom got back up and tried to kill me." She sniffled. "You and Sam came to help, but she killed Sam, then Deric, Deric killed you, and, and then he came after me, I ran," she was breathing rapidly. "but I tripped and hit my head and he tried to eat me!" She began to cry.
Dean pulled her back into his shirt. It smelled good, she decided. Within a few minutes of Dean rubbing her back, she had calmed down and fallen asleep leaning against him.
When Lydia woke up again, it was still dark, but Dean wasn't there. She was curled up on top of the covers in the middle of the bed. She got out of bed and let her bare feet smack the cool stone floor. She had been wearing the same outfit for three days. Sam and Dean promised to take her out to get some new clothes.
The hallway was dark as she made her way to the kitchen. She could smell pancakes being made, and she desperately wanted some. When she walked in, she instantly regretted it. The bright light of the kitchen made her head throb. She had a massive head ache she wasn't aware she had. As soon as she had walked into the room, she backed out into the hall.
"There she is-where'd she go?" She heard Sam say when she had entered and exited the room. She could hear footsteps closing in on her. When the owner of the footsteps found her, she was sitting on the ground up against the wall.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked her.
"Nothing. The lights are just bothering me."
"You want some water? Maybe that'll help." He offered.
"I'd appreciate that." She had her hands clamped over her eyes. Another pair of footsteps approached them and she heard San's voice.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"The lights are giving her a head ache." Dean told him. "You want to get her an Advil and a glass of water, and I'll bring her back to her room?"
"Sounds good." A pair of footsteps retreated.
"Hey," Dean grabbed her arm. "You want to go back to your room?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." She stood up and let Dean guide her back to her room. She laid down on the bed against Dean who had sat down next to her and almost instantly fell back asleep.
"Lydia wake up!" Dean was sitting next to Lydia trying to shake her awake. She opened her eyes and closed her open mouth. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as she looked around the dim room. She had had another nightmare. She still had a headache and she told him so. "How about you come with me to the library. There's a couch in there you can curl up in so we can watch you."
"I'm actually really hungry, and I don't want to sleep anymore." She made a move to get up but he stopped her.
"Wait here a minute." He pulled out his phone and texted something. "Sam's coming with something that should help with the head ache." Within two minutes, Sam was in the room with a glass of water and two pills. She happily took them and followed them to the kitchen.
The light didn't really affect her, so she ate some refrigerated pancakes in peace. When she was finished, Sam offered to play some cards with her. She happily agreed so he went to get a deck. She heard the sound of a heavy door open somewhere.
"Sound like Cas's here." Dean said and he left the room. She didn't like being alone. After Deric and Dominic, and then her Mom, being alone gave her a small panic attack. The longer Sam took coming back, the more panicked she became. But the panic faded when Dean reentered the room with Cas.
"Hi." She greeted. She still wasn't used to his face.
"Hello." He greeted back.
"Cas is here about a case. Are you okay if I don't play?" Dean asked me.
"Yeah. What's the case?" She asked him.
"Um, we're hunting a Nephilim." He answered. Since he didn't elaborate on the subject, she didn't press it, even though she had no idea what a Nephilim was. They left the room and the panic returned. Sam didn't come back for a while, and when he did, she audibly sighed.
"So, what do you want to play?" He asked as he sat with her at the counter?" She didn't know many card games.
"Could you teach me some?" She asked.
"Sure." He began shuffling. "Where's Dean?"
"Cas got here so they went to work on a case." She watched him shuffle the cards.
"Did they say what case?"
"Um, something about a Nef-ee-lum. I think I said it right." He inhaled sharply.
"I can't play cards right now. This case is really important. Can we play later?" He asked as he put the deck down.
"Um, sure." He stood up and ruffled her hair.
"Thank you." He went to leave, and the panic took hold of her.
"Do you mind if I come along?" She asked, not wanting to be alone.
"I don't see why not." The two of them walked over to the library where Cas and Dean were talking.
"Lydia said you were working on the Nephilim case." Sam said as they entered the room.
"Yeah, Cas has a new-what's she doing here?" Dean asked as he saw Lydia enter behind Sam.
"She wanted to join us. Why? Is that bad?" He sat down at the table they were standing around.
"I don't see why she needs to be here, listening to this."
"Two days ago, she killed a ghost. Her Mother's ghost!" Sam defended. Dean sighed.
"I guess you're right. But I don't think she should hear this stuff."
"The child killed a ghost?" Interjected Cas.
"Yeah. But she's been having bad dreams ever since." Dean argued. Lydia lingered in the doorway, unsure what to do.
"So, what do we have?" Sam asked.
"An Angel saw Kelly outside a diner two days ago. She was accompanied by Dagon." Informed Cas.
"Was she still pregnant?" Sam continued.
"Yes."
"Anything else? I mean, is she still there?"
"No one knows."
"That's it?" Dean asked.
"Yes." Cas answered.
"Great! We have a location she was at two days ago! Not a current location, or even a location she will be at! I need a drink." Dean got up and riffled through a nearby cabinet.
Lydia felt uncomfortable there, so she walked over to the book cases and looked through them. The titles of the books were strange. Myths vs the truth: Big Foot, How to kill a Witch! Ten easy steps, Dead-man's blood to vervain: Every ingredient for potions and where to find them. Lydia looked through a bunch of shelves. She ended up deep in the library where she could only barely hear the boys. She stopped at a book that was sealed in a box.
The cover of the book said cursed. "Cursed what?" She whispered to herself. The labeling was smudged, so she assumed that some of the title was missing. She took the book box down and set it on a nearby table. She could hear the clinking of glass back where the boys were. The lid to the box was on tight, so she had to pry it open. Once it was open, she picked up the book to admire it. The book was small and faded. It must have been very old, because the leather covering was peeling away.
When opened the book she began to feel very tired. As she leafed through the pages she noticed something strange. It was empty. There were no words on the pages. She began to sway on the spot due to her failing consciousness. Her eyes closed as she pitched to the side, hitting the bookcase. There was a large bang as the whole shelf of books fell off the case and onto the unconscious girl. The little black book she was holding lay beside her.
"Lydia?" Dean called. When there was no answer, he tried again. "Lydia?" He got out of his chair and walked through the maze of bookshelves to find her. When he found her, he placed the glass of amber liquid he had on a nearby table and rushed to remove the books from on top of her. "Sam! Cas!" He called.
Cas and Sam showed up and immediately helped removed the self of books from on top of her. "What happened?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Dean told them. "I found her like this."
"Dean. I think I found out what happened." Sam stood up and picked up the empty box on the table. "She opened a cursed object box." He showed them the box.
"Where's the object?" Dean asked as he looked about the pile of strewn books.
"Here." Cas said and he picked up the small book. Cas put the book back in the box and closed the lid. "I don't know if I can heal her from this." He informed them. "I have trouble with witch's curses." Dean removed the last book from on top of her. She had paper cuts on her arms and face, and she had small bruises starting where the corners of books hit her.
"Who can then?" He asked as he removed a strand of hair from her face.
"Maybe another witch." Sam suggested. "We could call Rowena." Dean rounded on him.
"We are not calling Rowena." Dean told them.
"Who can we call then?" He argued. Dean let out a sigh. He really didn't want Rowena anywhere near Lydia.
"Fine. Call her." He scooped up the unconscious girl and headed to her room. He placed her on her bed and covered her in the comforter and sheets. "You're gonna be alright." He told her. He pulled the desk chair over to her bed.
Sam came in a few minutes later to see Dean in the chair, with his eyes closed. "Um, hey." He started. Dean opened his eyes. "She said she'll be here in an hour." He told him.
"Okay." He sighed deeply. "I don't like this Sammy." He said. "She's been through enough already."
"I know.
