The morning's revelations hadn't changed, and the rock that settled in her stomach had done nothing but grow bigger.
She hitched her legs higher, in order to keep up pace with the walking skyscrapers ahead of her, who strode on with their eyes skimming the streets, searching for the girlfriend of the missing boy. Apparently she was around somewhere, putting up missing persons fliers.
Her eyes roamed the sidewalks too, but she found it difficult to notice what they where doing. Her mind kept drifting back to the new world she'd accidentally uncovered, that until now had been covered up underneath a film. A film that seemed to split the world into halves.
As far as she could figure, there were two. The top half, that sat on the surface, where there were normal people with jobs and kids, and then the half that sat underneath in the dark. The hunters. Somehow, in the matter of a month it seemed, she'd ripped herself a hole in the film, and fallen down, down, down into the rabbit hole. Their trip here had become less about finding John it seemed, and more about solving the mystery. In Deans words, if they followed the trail, they'd find dad.
There didn't seem to be much of a trail to follow though, they were walking the street, looking for a girl who may or may not know where her boyfriend went? Was this like all hunting, was it all based on hunches like these, was it all chaotic luck?
"Come on squirt," Dean was looking back at her, a half smile worked on his lips, "-we ain't got all day."
She sucked in a breath and released it with a huff, waiting until Dean turned around before taking a few wide steps in a sort of awkward jog, just to close some of the space between them. Her sneakers slapped loudly against the pavement, loud enough for Sam to look back at her, forehead creased in confusion and eyebrows raised. She shrugged her shoulders, pressing her lips into a thin line as heat flooded her face.
It seemed like such a small thing maybe to somebody else, but to Remi it was more. What would she do on a real hunt if she couldn't keep up with the brothers on the street, Dean had already warned her once, and now Sam was noticing her clumsiness. She'd listened closely to Dean over the last couple of weeks, and she'd heard the tone in Sam's voice whenever a word about John was mentioned, it wasn't hard to see both brothers had a certain level of fear- respect, for their father. He was strict, or harsh, he would have to be wouldn't he? She'd think so if she had to hunt monsters, which was becoming reality more and more by the second. To think, a few days ago she'd begged Dean to let her come, and now she just wanted to go back and sit in Bobby's attic with all his books.
Dean spoke, and Remi put away her thoughts for the time being. They were putting a damper on the otherwise nice day anyway. "That her?"
"Yeah," Sam answered, as they turned a small corner. Remi side stepped them, almost running into the street, to get ahead. She felt like she was walking to the bus stop from home, caught again behind Martha Danes and Jennifer Gardner. The two of them took up the entire sidewalk, no room for another, and Remi was left trying to keep up behind them, the third wheel, the useless one.
She bit down on her cheek, hard, willing away the bad thoughts again.
Amy, she assumed, having heard the brothers talking about her in the car, looked up at them as they approached. She was stapling a flier to a post-it board, half-haphazardly with one hand and a bulky staple gun, her other hand holding the posters in the crook of her arm and her bag in the other.
"You must be Amy? Troy told us about you," Dean starts easily, "I'm Dean, this is my little brother Sammy, and the baby Rem. We're his uncles.. and aunt."
Amy nods, and Remi watches her eyes flicker over the three of them, lingering lightly on herself. Maybe she would trust them if she was here, lots of people trusted others with kids. Her mother told her if she ever got lost, when she was younger, to just look for somebody with kids?
"He never mentioned you to me," Amy says, frowning as she pushes her papers closer to her. She seems to abandon the direction she was heading in, as she turns on her heels and heads down the street. Remi looks up at Dean, waiting for plan B, before he starts after her, Sam right behind him. She bit back a groan and trudged after them again, finding Dean's baby more and more appealing, even listening to Dean's old people music sounded better than to walk behind those two.
"Yeah well that's Troy for 'ya," Dean grins, letting the lies roll off his tongue. "We aren't around much you see, we're up in Modesto."
Now Sam cuts in, "We're looking for him too, and we were kinda asking around?"
Amy turns back, and almost says something else, before her eyes dart across the street. Remi's eyes follow, landing on the girl coming up behind them, within a moment she was by Amy's side, touching her shoulder lightly shooting accusing stares in their directions.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Amy, nods her head, but before either of them can say anything else Sam grabs hold of the situation again, "We just want to ask you a couple questions?"
Remi slide in over next to Sam, as Rachel and Amy got comfortable across from them, and then Dean after her, sandwiching her between them. It was a tight fit, and Remi figured Sam was more in touch with the wall than he'd like to be. But then again, she was more in touch with the both of them than she'd like to be. Dean had a bony elbow, that he used to jab her in side until she scooted over more, giving Sam the option to either hug the table or melt into the wall. But Sam was stubborn, meaning he used his shoulder to shove her harder into Dean, who retaliated by simply making himself comfortable, and letting his elbow overlap onto Remi herself, letting Sam follow in suit, meaning she was stuck behind and in between them both. She grit her teeth, biting back a protest, deciding it better to take a punch then start an entire new fight all over again.
"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home," She sat curled into her friend, looking quiet comfortable, "He said he would call me right back? But he never did."
"He didn't say anything strange? Or out of the ordinary?" Sam prodded, leaning forward with his hands clasped together, giving Remi a little room to move her arm.
She shook her head no, "Not that I can remember," as she fiddled anxiously with the chain around her neck, spinning it in her fingers. Remi didn't think much about it, until it struck her. The little crisscrossed star.
"Hey..? I have one just like that," She pulled her own out from underneath her shirt, holding it out to view. Unlike Amy's, hers shined when the light reflected off it. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Sam eyeing it carefully.
"Troy gave it too me," Amy scoffed, smiling softly, "-mostly to scare my parent's 'ya know, with all that devil stuff."
Sam reached over and plucked her own pentagram charm from her hand, flipping it over, studying it closely. Dread suddenly seeped into her chest, as she remembered skimming through Bobby's books, seeing the same symbol over and over again, and the many movies she'd watched using it to summon some ancient evil being.
"Sammy-?"
"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." He said it matter of factually, as if he'd studied for a quiz. He dropped her charm and it thumped against her chest.
"..Okay! Thank you unsolved mystery's." Dean leaned forward, dismissing Sam's geek out, and asking the girls his own question. "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything...?" He tilts his head, smirking as he prods for an answer.
The two shared an uneasy look.
"What is it?"
"Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk."
Sam and Dean both leaned forward, and with Remi's shoulders caught between them, she did too. They both clasped their hands together, before simultaneously, "What do they talk about."
Like that Stephen King movie The Shining, those creepy ghost twins who stand in the hallway.
"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago."
Dean snaps his head over to look at Sam, who's nodding at Rachel while she talks, not paying attention. He moves to Remi nudging her shoulder, she looks up at him, raising en eyebrow, before he leans down and whispers.
"See, now we're getting somewhere kiddo, there's always some kinda trail."
She rolled her eyes, squirming out from between them and sitting back in the seat again, crossing her arms to listen to the rest of the conversation. She wouldn't let Dean have the satisfaction of know how close he was to reading her own thoughts from earlier. So maybe hunting wasn't just a chaotic mess. That didn't mean she'd be any good at it.
"-still out there somewhere, she hitchhikes, and whoever picks her disappears forever."
Sam and Dean nod their heads, and Remi can almost imagine the wheels in their heads turning, connected somehow so their both thinking the same thing. Probably something about the hunt, about the ghost girls legend. Where as all she can think is where is John and how much has he figured out yet.
"We just had breakfast?"
She walked along side Sam, who was checking his phone as they walked, which made him slower and easier to keep up with.
"We were in a diner, you can't expect Dean to go into a diner and not stuff his face somehow," He answered, staring down at his phone, smiling at her and his screen both.
"Who are you talking too?"
"It's just my girlfriend Jess checking in, making sure I'll get home on time."
She hummed, nodding her head. "So you're going back, when?"
"Monday. I've, ah, got a law school interview."
She nodded her head, not sure of what else to say. It had happened again, another awkward pause. It hadn't been like this we her and Dean, they had hit it off right away. But Sam was different.
She spotted the Impala not to far away, and sighed. She couldn't let the conversation just die, he was her brother after all. He would go back soon and who knows when she'd be able to see him again, let alone get to know him.
"Why did you look so hard at my necklace earlier, and does it- does it really protect you?"
He smirked, "It wasn't plastic, like Amy's, yours is real silver, it's like acid to a lot of the big bad out there."
She nodded, worrying her bottom lip, and looking down at her charm again. Her mother was a help to hunters, and she knew about the monsters. She knew about silver, and holy water and salt, which had to have something to do with it too. She had always had all these pieces, always had them right in front of her face. What she couldn't figure out was if she was too ignorant, or just too stupid to put them all together.
"Don't think too much about it Rem, it's probably just a precaution. Dad used to give me and Dean stuff like that all the time, just to make us feel safer, 'ya know?"
She nodding, gritting her teeth and breathing in, loosening some the tightness in her chest. She hoped Sam was right, and that all the crap piling up around her was just taking it's toll. It made her want her mom, right then and there, so she would at least have someone to talk it over with?
I've rewritten this chapter, four times, it keeps getting deleted, over and over again and I am so frustrated, I am ready to cry. Because of this, I'm so sorry this is crap, I keep having to re do it word for word and its 2 in the morning. I just want to say, so much has happened in my absence, I'm talking character deaths, and people going top-side, and of course the freaking spin-off. Congratulations guys and their wives, on the twins and Odette, more love in the supernatural family.
And I'd like to say I've figured out the direction I'm taking this in, this entire season thanks to my twelve year old hazy mind, went into this with no outline or vision or the future at all, and because of that this entire season is sort of like the nitty gritty low budget pilot, and after it's done, and I begin outlining the next seasons I'll be making a few changes. Some parts of the original supernatural story will be the same, because of crucial character development, yet other things will be entierlly from my head, so that this story doesn't become as redundant as previous sisterfics, and neither you guys of me will get board. I hope you guys don't mind, and hang on while I get this bumpy beginning sorted out. I'm just trying to find the groove this story belongs in.
So like I said, I rewrote this so many times and I can't even comprehend serious editing. I just want to send up a flare.