Yay! My tenth chapter! I think, to celebrate, I am going to write a mini story. I think now I will do these every now and then just because. Although this won't take place with the real plot, some key points will still stand. Anyways, this is a lot longer than my usual ones.
"You guys took forever!" Clara whined.
"We just came back here because we forgot something." Sam went straight to the bed and grabbed that something from underneath the pillow. What? Why couldn't we find that before?
"Hey. What is that!" Ally peered around Sam.
"Nothing." ANd then the two left.
"This. Is. BORING!" Ally sighed as she landed face first on the bed. "Can we draw something now?"
"Yeah. And I think I have an idea."
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"Well, we now know that her brother died the same way as that mailman. But you know, Sam, that girl was a looker, huh?"
"Shut up. Why don't we just-" Then a familiar flash surrounded them both.
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"So did it work?" The girls were surrounding the metal diary when they heard a knock on the door.
"Quick hide this!" Clara shoved the diary to Ally who ran into the bathroom. Clara wasn't supposed to open the door and the boys had their own key but then she heard a familiar voice at the door. Well, sort of familiar, anyway.
"Clara, I'm gonna kick. your. ASS!" She then heard a loud thump at the door. "Owwww! Son of a bitch!"
"Told you it wasn't gonna work Dean."
With a giggle. Clara opened the door a crack. "Hi guys. What can I do for you two... kids." Claral laughed at the sight of them. The two were 13 years old just like her (though Ally was technically older and therefore the boss, but who has the magic notebook) Dean pushed Clara out the way and stormed in.
Clara took another look at the boys. Dean was taller than Sam and that was because Sam was smaller than everybody now. Guess he didn't get his growth spurt yet.
"And now since I'm younger, I don't have to hold back, even if you are a girl!" Dean held up a fist but Clara was still laughing, that is, until she heard Ally scream. They all ran to the bathroom where Ally was. Luckily, Ally was okay, but something else wasn't.
My Diary!" Clara rushed over to the toilet where the book had already submerged itself in water.
"I'm sorry! I tripped!"
"Over what?! There's nothing here to trip on!"
"Hey. How come we didn't change back." Clara and Ally stopped their argument and looke at the boys.
"Um. It's okay. I'll just draw you back on a piece of paper. Actaully it was not okay. Several years of memories and feelings down the drain. Or down the toilet, rather.
Clara grabbed a piece of paper lying around and drew two stick figures lableing it 'normal Sam and Dean.' Nothing happened. "Huh."
"What do you mean, 'Huh' Oh man! I don't wanna go through puberty again!" Dean said, freaking out, while Sam grabbed the diary gingerly from the toilet.
"Don't worry, I'll think of something." It was easier for Clara to be so calm now. Probably because they were all the same age, physically anyways. "I just think, um. I think I need another metal diary."
"Well, how do get one?" Sam held up the diary still soaking wet." We can't exactly drive anywhere. Just to get here, me and Dean had to dodge every police officer on the way here."
"I think I have an idea." Aly came put of the bathroom, still embarrased of her clumsy fall.
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"Is this a joke kid?" Bobby yelled throught the phone.
"No. Bobby, it's me Sam."
"Prove it"
"You got so drunk you made out with a gun and when I tried to pull it away you almost shot me." Sam said quickly.
"Boy! I told you not to tella anybody. Well, I guess that means that it's you all right. And you really dropped her diary in the toilet? I mean, Clara's buddy she poofed up did, not you."
"Yes, can you find us a new one?"
"I'll see what I can do." Then Bobby hung up.
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"So you guys really did look like that when you were younger?" Ally asked.
"Yeah so, Dean said defensively pulling his eyes away from the tv. All of them have been waiting for Bobby for a couple hours. Sam was doing research on Clara and asking her many questions.
"Well it's just that, I thought different actors played the young you and Sam."
"Well were not actors."
"Hey. How 'bout we play a game!" Clara suggested cutting off Sam mid-question.
"How can you stay so calm." Dean said unexpectedly. "We're freakin children!" He sighed. "Now we're acting like one! And what about you. Have you ever wondered about your parents in all of this?" Clara tuned away looking sad for a moment.
"It doesn't matter." Clara then turned back with a forced smile on her face. "I just think that no time has passed in the real world. Anyways, you wouldn't want any chick flick moments. Right Dean? Let's just get on with the game. It's right over there. Sam can you get it?"
The games were on the top of a high cabinet. With one quick look at the now smaller Sam, he was usless for the job. "Nevermind." Clara went to the cabinet and shook it. All the board games went toppling down. "Aahh! Ouch." It wasn't the smartest idea but it got the games down.
"Twister? How do you play?" Sam asked.
"Clara you cruel cruel god." Ally said with a smile.
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Bobby walked up to the door of their room. Luckily, when they called, he was close enough to get the job done. Not so luckily, they didn't sell any metal diaries. He had to make one himself. He did add a couple touch up though, like the metal infused with rock salt and it having a lock now. As he got closer he could here them inside.
"Don't put your hand there! On red, ON RED!"
"That's not what you do. Go from underneath!"
Oh god he hoped that he didn't just walk in on something. And they're all 13. He'll just knock loudly. *KNOCK KNOCK*
"Get the door Clara.
"I can't I'm stuck!" Then Bobby heard a loud bang. "Nevermind!" Clara opened the door fully clothed and behind her was a twister mat. 'Thank god' he thought.
"Were you idjits doing this the whole time?" he asked.
"No, we also watched some movies. They both cried." Ally whispered to Bobby, although not so quietly.
"It was these stupid baby tear ducts!" Dean protested.
Bobby stepped inside and handed the diary to Clara. "There's a lock. Make your own combination." Clara twisted it this way and that and then opened it. She took out a pen and scribbled away,
Nothing happened.
"What? Why isn't this working!?" In desperation, she quickly wrote 'Dear Diary, Please work.' Then behind her was Sam and Dean. The REAL Sam and Dean. The both looked at each other and at themselves to see if everything was in place. "I guess it works if it's my diary."
Dean quickly patted he pants. "I'm back in business!"
"You don't know how hard it is not to be taller than you guys." Sam joked.
"I'm just glad you two are back." Bobby finally said.
Happy Ending! Now Clara actually will have a new diary and a couple other things might come back into the main plot.
~Esha