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I stifled a moan, and opened my eyes. I had a killer headache and a fever to top.

"Hey," Sam whispered, "you okay, you're burning up." He was sitting on the floor next to my bed, a glass of water in one hand.

I nodded once and reached for the water. He gave it up willingly, but before I had a chance to drink, he held out two pills.

"They'll make you feel better." He promised.

I gulped them down and drained the glass, he could have just given me poison and I wouldn't have known the difference, I was so out of it. Sam stood up and walked out of the room, throwing a smile over his shoulder.

I smiled back and closed my eyes, but didn't go to sleep. I lay awake for quite some time, resting, but not fully asleep. Suddenly my stomach burned, and I choked, clutching my stomach. My whole body burned and I rolled onto my side, hoping to ease the pain.

I felt a hand stroking my hair again, and Gabriel's quiet voice murmuring to me.

"It'll pass." He said softly, and it did.

I relaxed, and Gabriel pulled a blanket up over my shoulders. He kissed me on the top of the head and I heard the wings again as he vanished.

After about thirty minutes (I still couldn't sleep), I decided to try walking around. I felt a ton better, and I was really curious as to where exactly I was.

I sat up, slung my feet off the edge of the bed and stood up, a little too fast. Lights danced in front of my eyes and I swayed on my feet. Blinking them back I walked slowly to the doorway. Beyond, an empty hallway stretched in both directions, one end was pitch dark, but other had a faint light shining from a turn off some way ahead. I walked quietly toward the light, peering around the corner cautiously.

Beyond was a huge room, with tables in the center and shelves of books and other odd trinkets along the sides. Across from me, another doorway offered more rooms. To my left, a staircase curved up to a metal door, but to my right one table had it's light on.

Sitting on the table, surrounded in papers and books, his laptop open in front of him. Sam sighed and leaned back in his chair.

I walked silently up behind him, and peered over his shoulder.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

Sam jumped and turned in his chair to glare at me, "what are you doing? You should be resting."

"I felt better, so I came to see how you were doing." I said, "Where's Dean?"

Sam turned backed to his computer, "Cas called while you were asleep, some angels found him, so Dean went to go get him."

"Why didn't you go with him?" I asked.

Sam shrugged, "he didn't want me to."

I pulled out a chair and sat down, "so, what are you looking for?"

"A spell." Sam said, as if that was the most normal thing in the world.

"Oh," I nodded, "right, obviously… what for?"

Sam avoided my gaze, "Dean and I," he hesitated, then sighed, "after we lost you, we decided that when we got you back, we'd send you back home."

I stared at him, and he looked up at me, "everything we know is trying to hunt you down," he explained, "it's too dangerous for you here, we thought you might be safer back home."

I looked down, "but… what if I want to stay with you guys?" I asked quietly.

Sam looked surprised, "you've been tortured and it's our fault, but you still want to stay with us?"

Now it was my turn to look surprised, "I-it wasn't your fault," I stammered.

Sam smiled sadly, "thanks Lucy."

After several awkward minutes I stood up, "well," I said, pulling at my ripped and torn clothes, "I think it's time for a change of clothes, you must have a closet some where in this place."

"Sure," Sam stood up, "over here."

Sam led me down a corridor, past my room and to a huge closet, full of 1950's type stuff.

"Awesome!" I cried, pulling old hats off ranks and trying them on.

"I'll just be in the main room," Sam said, uncomfortably.

"Okay, I'll be right out." I said happily, smiling at him.

He smiled and closed the door behind him.

As soon as he was gone I striped naked and threw my old clothes in an old wastebasket.

I stood in front of the mirror for a minute, something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my foot on it yet.

"Oh well." I said to myself, turning away and running my hand along the racks of clothes. My attention span had never been very good, and my cheerful nature had made up for it when I was a kid.

I tried on dress after dress, nothing stuck, but it was fun trying them on. I thought the blues and purples looked best, but my mom had always thought that I looked best in yellow or white, neither of which I liked at all.

Thinking about my mom made me a little sad, but I quickly dismissed it and moved to the guy's side of the huge closet, I'd always used to wear dude stuff anyway.

After much trying on I finished with tight and stretchy shirt and pants, with a short skirt and vest, all black.

I examined myself in the full-length mirror, twirled around and froze. For a split second I could have sworn I saw wings on my back. I blinked and reached back, feeling my shoulder blades for reassurance. Nothing.

But something else distracted me, my necklace was still hang on my neck. I put a hand to it, it felt warm, like the warm milk my mom used to make me when I was a little, to make me go to sleep. Amazingly it was undamaged, but the glow it used to make was gone, it was dull and lifeless now.

That was when I realized another thing; I looked fine. I had been tortured for days, but not an hour of it showed. My cuts were completely healed, my bruises had faded away to nothing, and my headache was none existent.

"Impossible." I breathed, running a hand through my hair.

Suddenly something caught my eye, a piece of paper sticking out from behind the mirror, I reached out a pulled the paper out.

I turned it over and realized it was picture, a very old picture, displaying a couple. They smiled at the camera as if taking a selfie, the woman looked about twenty and clung on to the guy happily, the guy however looked embarrassed, as if this wasn't his idea of a good time, but would do anything for this girl he loved so much.

Curious, I pulled and the edges of the mirror and found it opened like a door. My mouth dropped open at the sight of the back of the mirror.

A board had been nailed in and pinned to it were hundreds of pictures, mostly couples, but a few singles, and in a box at the bottom sat an old fashioned camera, the kind that spits out the picture as soon as it's taken. I pinned the picture back on the board with a spare pin, and picked up the camera.

Smiling a turned it around, pointing it at myself, it was heavy and I had to hold it with both hands, but I managed to take a picture.

The camera whirred and quickly printed out a little picture. I set the camera back down in the box and pinned my picture on the board.

Suddenly a breeze ruffled my skirt, and I turned. The pictures weren't the only things hidden behind the mirror.

A dark tunnel sapped at me, the darkness drawing me in. I stepped forward, walking quietly down the tunnel.

Suddenly something hit my face and I lashed out with air karate for a second.

When my heart rate had lowered to a reasonable pace, I reached out and realized I had walked into a little chain that probably turned the lights on. I pulled it and my jaw dropped.

The room was circular, with a little light bulb hang from the ceiling, but that wasn't what got my attention. Covering the walls were racks of weapons, knifes, guns, swords, and bombs of all different, shapes, sizes, and colors. There was a whole wall case full of holy water and salt.

There was probably enough weaponry in this room alone to fight a small war.

A small smile crept across my face, and a strange thought flashed through my head.

Weapons are good, I shook my head and turned away. Pulling the light off and walking out of the room. Back in the closet I heard voices outside.

I quickly closed the mirror and walked to the door.

I stepped out and closed the door behind me, walking down the corridor to the main room.

I walked out; standing by the table was a scene I recognized, all to well.

Dean stood on the left, a man, Castiel apparently, stood in the middle, and Sam was on the right.

I stared and wondered why I hadn't remembered before.

"I remember!" I cried, smiling.

All three boys looked at me in equal shock and surprise.

"R-remember what?" Sam asked.

"Back home," I explained, "there was this TV show mom used to talk about, it was canceled before I was born, but she used to keep a poster of it on the wall."

"And this is relevant, how?" Castiel asked, frowning.

"It was you guys!" I said, "the show was called Supernatural and it was about two brothers and an angel!"

Dean looked at Sam, "she's from that world?"

"But this is great!" Sam exclaimed, "I wrote down that spell, we can get her home!"

"Wait," Castiel interrupted, "if is indeed from that world, then how did she get here in the first place?"

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well," Castiel explained, "that world had no magic, correct?" he didn't wait for an answer, but the realization on the boy's faces was enough for me, "so, logically, she can't be here."

I looked from one guy to the next, confused, and scared.

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance and Sam ran past me down the opposite corridor.

Dean ran to me and took my arm, pulling me to a storage cupboard near the door. Castiel followed, standing behind me as Dean let go and started pulling everything out of the cupboard.

Too startled to do anything, I stood and watched as Sam hurried back with a bowl of blood and drew a strange symbol on the cupboard door.

"What are you doing?" Castiel asked.

"Sending her home." Dean said, turning to me.

Realizing what was happening, I pulled away, stepping back.

"No," I said, "I don't want to go."

"I'm sorry, Lucy," Sam said sadly, "but you'll be safer there."

I shook my head and was about to protest again, when the door burst open.

I spun around and Sam and Dean ran forward, standing in front of me.

"I think you have something that belongs to me," a much too familiar voice said.

The red haired woman walked down the steps toward me and shrank back unconsciously. The woman's eyes flicked around the room and lingered of the open cupboard, but didn't see the symbol on the other side of the door.

She smiled evilly at me and raised a hand, "time for the grown-ups to talk." She said, and waved her hand.

I flew to the side, slamming into the cupboard, the door slamming in my face.

"No!" I screamed, pounding on the door.

I hammered at the door as tears ran down my cheeks.

"Take me back." I whispered, stopping for a moment, "please."

I stumbled forward as the door popped open, but I wasn't with the boys anymore.

I stood in the living room of a house, not mine, but still.

A scream made me jump and I looked over, a woman stood in a doorway, her hands over her mouth.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to startle you." I turned back to the cupboard, which was, surprisingly, still there. I stepped back in and closed the door, hoping with all my heart that it would take me back. I waited a few minutes and opened the door again.

To my even bigger surprise, I had moved.

I now stood in a café; the Eiffel Tower was visible through the window.

Another scream made me turn, a woman jumped at me, her eyes black.

I quickly stepped back into the cupboard and slammed the door.

I stood in the dark, and a laugh bubbled up inside me. The only place I knew of that had black-eyed people, was with Sam and Dean.

I full out laughed; all I had to do was keep popping around until I found them.

And you can rest assured. I will find them.

Don't think this is the end! There will most defiantly be more

Mwahahah!