A/N: Hi All! Sorry for the delay. I'm sorry if this chapter is a little boring, it's sort of a transitional chapter to get us where we want to go with the story. Hope you enjoy and please stay tuned for part 4 of the My Reality series! This chapter is brought to you by Hailstorm3. Thank you for reading and for leaving your thoughtful comments. You guys are awesome!

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Sam swept Libby off of the ground and cradled her in his arms. "I'm going to bring her inside. Dean, check on Claire and make sure that son of a bitch is dead!" Sam ordered as he made long strides toward the bunker. "Hang in there Libs...it's going to be all right," he whispered gently.

"Oh dear Lord Sam!" Jody cried as she came running from the bunker. "I went to check on the girls and they were gone! What the hell happened?" She glanced down at Libby as Sam continued moving to the bunker door. "Oh Libby! Is she ok?!"

"Yeah...I think so...I think it was just too much for her to take in," Sam replied. He took a deep breath and glanced down at Libby. Even though she was unconscious, tears still trickled out from beneath her closed eyelids and her bottom lip quivered as if she was trying to say something. Sam's heart ached for her. He couldn't imagine the sadness that she was feeling. "Claire killed the Rugaru," Sam mentioned. "She saved Libby."

"When...how...," Jody stammered, angry with herself for not knowing the girls were in trouble. "Where's Claire?" Jody asked worriedly as she tried to match Sam's pace and stay beside him.

"She's ok, Dean's with her," Sam replied. They reached the main door to the bunker and Jody quickly typed the code in. She yanked open the door for them. "Can you put some towels down on her bed?" Sam asked.

"Of course," Jody replied as she hurried off to get Libby's bed ready for her. Sam carried Libby into Claire's room where her mattress still sat in the middle of the floor.

"You're safe now Libs," he whispered gently as he set her down onto the bed. He checked her over for injuries. "It's over...all of it...you're safe," Sam said as he took a seat on Claire's bed to observe her. Her lip continued to quiver and tears continued to fall from her eyes. If he only knew what she was thinking. He wanted nothing more than to be able to comfort her.

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(They didn't believe me. Why didn't they believe me? I told them I had a bad feeling and they still left me. And now he's dead. My Dad is dead! I know Claire had no choice. She thought she was protecting me. But I know he wouldn't have hurt me. And I don't care what they said - he WAS my Dad. I'm so angry with them. I will never forgive them for this. NEVER. They aren't my Dad or my Uncle. They are no one to me. I feel like I'm suffocating with them. They always want to talk. They act like drill sergeants and always to impose their rules on me and then punish me if I break them. I just want a normal life...with friends and a family. I want to be a kid. Why can't I have that? )

"How's she doing?" It was Dean's voice.

"She seems ok physically, no injuries," Sam replied. "Now we just wait until she decides to open her eyes." (Never!) I felt the mattress move and then someone's back pressing up against my hip. I figured either Sam or Dean took a seat on the bed with me. (Geez, couldn't they just leave me alone?)

"Hey kid," Dean said as I felt a hand on my cheek. "Claire was a hero out there. She had your back when we couldn't. I'm sorry we weren't here for you." (That's because you think I'm just a stupid, helpless kid.) "When you wake up, we're going to take you someplace fun to celebrate for a few days. Maybe an amusement park, or a beach...hell, maybe Disneyworld."

"I don't want to go anywhere with you or Sam," I mumbled as I opened my eyes. Everything ached, especially my throat. I felt a few tears roll down the sides of my cheeks. I rolled over on my side so that neither of them could see my face. "I think you should find me a new home." I was surprised by the hoarseness of my voice. I could hear Dean clear his throat. I figured they were exchanging their stupid looks.

"Hey, how's Libby?" It was Claire's voice.

"She's awake," Sam replied, "But could you give us a few minutes?"

"Sure thing," Claire replied.

"Oh, and Claire, thank you," Sam added.

"No one tries to hurt Libby and gets away with it," she replied, her voice trailing off down the hallway.

"He wasn't going to hurt me," I groaned with irritation. "Sheesh...he was MY DAD." I felt Dean's large, muscular hand on my shoulder and he rolled me onto my back so that he could see me.

"IT was a MONSTER," Dean replied firmly, staring down at me. "You need to understand that. He WAS going to hurt you, just like he hurt your Mom and Grandmother." (Ouch...that was harsh.)

"Whatever you say," I sighed. "Isn't that the way it works around here?" I watched as Dean's eyes wandered in Sam's direction. "I just want to take a shower and be left alone...or is that against the rules?" Dean was about to respond when Sam beat him to it. I was glad because Dean looked angry and I was sure his response wouldn't be pleasant.

"Sure honey, take a shower and we'll get you something to eat," Sam replied. Dean looked irritated as he stood up from my bed and left the room. "We'll talk later," Sam added as he stood up and headed for the door. (Ugh! No more talking!) A few moments later I could faintly hear him and Dean arguing. I figured it was about me, but I didn't care. After my shower, I changed into a pair of blue, plaid pajama bottoms and a light blue t-shirt. I pulled my hair back into a messy bun and then dumped my pee soaked clothes in the dirty clothes hamper. As I headed back to my room, I passed by Jody. She was in her room, folding clothes and placing them in her suitcase. I stopped in her doorway and the reality hit me that she was leaving (along with Claire and Alex).

"When are you leaving?" I asked, slightly startling her. She turned in my direction and smiled.

"Oh hey, glad to see you up and moving around." She motioned for me to enter her room. "We're headed out in the morning...I have to get back to work if I want to keep my job." I sighed disappointedly and took a seat on the bed next to her suitcase.

"Oh...I wish you could stay longer," I replied.

"Me too honey," she replied as she placed her hand on my cheek. "But you are welcome to come and visit anytime you want. I know the girls would love to have you." (Maybe I could just move in with you? Wait...that was it...I could go and live with Jody!)

"I wish I could live with you," I said hesitantly as I fumbled nervously with my hands in my lap. Jody pushed her suitcase over and took a seat next to me. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and gently gave me a squeeze.

"Sweetie...you don't mean that...you have the boys, they are so good to you and they care about you a lot."

"I just...I just don't want to live like this anymore." I felt tears fill my eyes. It all had made sense in my head, but saying it out loud was another thing. It made me sad to think that I wanted to leave Sam and Dean. "They have their job to do and I'm just a distraction. And...the thought of being stuck in this bunker or in motel rooms for days on end makes me crazy." I figured I wouldn't get into the other reasons. "I wouldn't be any trouble. I promise. You won't even know that I'm there."

"Did you talk to Sam and Dean about how you're feeling?" she questioned. "I know they would try to understand...they always do."

"No." (Ugh! Not her too! I didn't want to talk about my feelings anymore.) "Could you talk to them for me?"

"I will talk to them with you," she replied gently. I knew there was no way they would let me live with Jody, but I figured it was worth a try.

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We found Sam and Dean in the kitchen. Sam was making a salad while Dean placed frozen hamburger patties on a baking sheet. "Hey boys," Jody announced as she sat down at the table. I scrambled to sit next her. They both stopped what they were doing and gave us their full attention. "The girls and I are packing up...headed out in the morning."

"We'll be sorry to see you go," Sam mentioned as he popped a piece of cucumber into his mouth.

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "It's been nice having you and the girls here." His eyes met mine and I quickly looked toward my lap.

"Libby has something she'd like to talk to you about," Jody commented as she put her hand on my back.

"Of course," Sam replied. "What's up Libs?"

"Go ahead sweetie," Jody urged. I slowly raised my eyes to meet Sam's. I figured he'd be the more understanding one.

"I...ummm...I want...I want to go live with Jody," I stammered. Sam's eyes widened with surprise. I looked quickly to Dean and he appeared annoyed.

"Oh...well...hmmmmm," Sam replied as he took a seat across from us. I could see Dean pacing back and forth out of the corner of my eye. He was silent which wasn't like him at all. "Why is that?" Sam asked. My throat and chest tightened and tears filled my eyes. (This was a lot harder than I had imagined, but I needed to go through with it.) Dean had stopped pacing and proceeded to put the frozen burger patties onto the baking sheet, his back to us.

"I want to live a normal life," I replied. "I want to go to school, have play dates, play on a sports team, and have friends. I can't do that here." Sam nodded his head. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I hoped that he was in agreement with me. "I appreciate everything you both have done for me, I really do."

"Well...Dean and I will talk and then we will talk with Jody," Sam replied. I felt a frown involuntarily form on my lips as I looked back at him. (This could really happen. Why did I feel so sad about it? It's what I wanted, right?) I knew I would miss them both and the last thing I wanted was to hurt them.

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By bedtime they had come to a decision. Sam came to my room (without Dean) and explained that they they both wanted me to be happy. And although they would miss me, they would allow me to go to Jody's. However, it was only on a trial basis. I had to prove I could be responsible and obedient in that setting. To begin with, they would check on me weekly to make sure I wasn't too difficult for Jody to handle. I didn't expect them to hand over the reins that easily to Jody, but it was a start and I could accept it.

My excitement quickly faded when Dean brought me two empty suitcases. Without saying a word, he placed them inside my door. I felt horrible as I placed all of my Justice clothing inside them. They were so good to me and I knew they cared. (How could I be so selfish?) I moved my suitcases to the floor and climbed into my bed. I sobbed quietly into my pillow. (What if I was making the wrong decision? Even if I was...I had to go through with it. I had to finish what I started. I had to prove to them that I could do it.) I ended up crying myself to sleep. I didn't wake up until the next morning. "Libs...wake up, Jody wants to head out." I opened my eyes groggily to find Sam hovering over me. "I can see you're all packed up," he commented.

"Yeah," I replied, pulling myself into a sitting position and sighed with relief. (I was dry! No accident!)

"Dean made breakfast when you're ready," he mentioned with a gentle, dimpled smile. He started out of the room.

"Sam!" I called hoarsely. I watched as he peeked his head back inside.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Do you and Dean hate me?" I questioned, tears coming to my eyes. The next thing I knew his whole body was inside the room and he was sitting on the bed beside me.

"Not at all," he replied gently. "We love you and just want you to be happy. We think very highly of Jody and we know she'll take great care of you. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yeeeeaaaaahhhh," I hesitated. (Sheesh, that sounded convincing. Come on Libs, you need to have more confidence than that.) He placed his hand on my head and smiled.

"You are always welcome to come back," he said as he gently took a hold of my hands. "No matter what." I fought back the tears and smiled in return.

After breakfast, we loaded up Jody's car. I still couldn't believe I was leaving, but in in way, it felt freeing. I didn't feel as suffocated. I said a tearful goodbye to Sam and then headed over to Dean. He hadn't said a word to me since I had asked to leave, so I was worried he was angry with me. "I guess this is it kid," he said. (That sounded so awful.) "We're going to miss you around here. But...I get it." He reached down and lifted me into a hug. "You behave for Jody, ya hear?" I nodded. "Or Sam and I will have no problem coming out there to straighten you out," he said with a wink and a chuckle. Somehow I knew he was serious. He set me back on my feet. "Bye kid," he said as he ruffled the hair on my head.

"Bye Dean, thank you for everything," I replied as tears began to fall from my eyes. "I love you."

"Love ya too kid." I threw my arms around him and gave him another hug. After I released him, I gave Sam one last hug and then climbed into the backseat of Jody's car. I watched, sobbing, as they said goodbye to Jody, Alex, and Claire. Moments later, everyone piled in. Jody peered back at me through the rearview mirror.

"Sweetie, are you sure you want to do this?" she asked.

"Yes, let's go," I replied as I wiped the tears from my eyes. She put the car in drive and I took one more look at the bunker, Sam, and Dean. Before I knew it, we were gone.