In the other room

"Yo."

"Yeah?" Sam called back to Dean.

"Why is it quiet?" Dean asked, getting suspicious.

"... I don't know..."

The guys looked at each other, then simultaneously got up, ran to Lyn and Reneey's room, and knocked down the door. However, what they saw wasn't what they were expecting.

"See, Sammy? I told you they were okay," Dean said, smirking.

Sam twitched and asked, "Where's Reneey?"

Lyn stared at them from where she sat in her bed with the lamp on, reading a book, raised an eyebrow, and answered, "You know, you're just lucky that Reneey sleeps like the dead and that I wasn't asleep for you to wake up."

She then pointed to the other bed, where the covers were thrown all the way up with only the tip of a shoe protruding from beneath them and asked sarcastically, "So next time you wanna try knocking on the door before knocking it in?"

"Oh -- right. Well, good night," Sam said as he dragged Dean out of there.

Pretty soon it was 11:45 PM, and everyone but Lyn was asleep. She didn't bother fixing up her bed like Reneey's, just left a folded piece of notebook paper on the bed as a note. If the guys came in while she was out, they would figure out that she and Reneey were gone, anyway.

This is such an incredibly stupid thing to do, Lyn thought as she turned the light out and made her way silently out of the room once her eyes adjusted. No, this is the type of thing that I yell at people on TV for. When did I become one of the morons from the badly dramatized shows, dadburn it?

Lyn wasn't exactly sure why she was doing this. Yes, because of Reneey and Bela; but she was acting against her instincts, and her instincts were usually right. Of course, this was obviously some sort of trap or conspiracy, not least of all because Bela was behind it. It was infuriating, just how little choice Lyn had been given in the matter. Maybe that was even part of the reason, the fact that she wanted to bash Bela's face in for having the gall to kidnap Reneey.

I should put that on my to-do list, Lyn thought darkly as she walked quietly along the sidewalk. Figure out how to block this whole key to Hell thing, find a way back home, break Bela's face... It all fits together so nicely...

Lyn felt like blowing up the Starbucks sign as she came to it. Funny, she had always liked Starbucks before, aside from the fact that everything in there was horrendously overpriced. Oh, well. Where was this back alley, anyway...?

Lyn's knife was hidden up her sleeve, the revolver Dean and Sam had given her earlier in her jacket pocket, but she really doubted that it mattered. Bela would be expecting that, she would have something up her own sleeve. And Lyn didn't even have the advantage of surprise or knowledge of the terrain, because she had never been here before.

Freaking jerkfaced carpetbagger and her freaking evilly stupid accent...

"Mmmm, so it looks like you came after all," said a voice from the corner. "And not a second late."

Bela appeared in the moonlight, smirking, and Lyn merely fixed the woman with her now seemingly ever-present death glare. "No, I was taught to be punctual. Especially when dealing with carpetbagging dingbats." She smiled sarcastically and demanded, "Now, where's Reneey?"

"She's back at the hideout," Bela said, shrugging. "Nobody could get her to stay still, so we just locked all the doors and windows and left her there." She winced a little from the bite mark Reneey had left on her shoulder when she had tried to tie the girl's hands together.

Lyn smirked. "Looks like someone bit off more than they can chew. So what do you want, jerkface? Obviously not money, or else you're barking up the wrong tree."

"I want to know how exactly two girls with no records at all just show up like that, with the Winchesters, of all people?" Bela asked, stepping closer. "And why exactly does every demon I seem to come face to face with have a sudden urge to rip you and your sister to shreds?" She smirked. "Maybe jealousy? Demons are keen to have it, wandering around this human place, but why?"

Lyn might have rolled her eyes if she had trusted Bela enough to take her gaze away for that long. "You moron, we didn't just pop out of thin air one day. We had families, if you could call them that. And as for demons, well, I guess my friend and I just have this natural talent for ticking people off."

Well, it was true... even if they did kind of pop out of thin air into this world.

"No, I believe it's sister, honey. How would Reneey feel if you just forgot about her being your sister?" Bela asked in a fake baby voice. "Now, I want you to tell me everything you know, or else you won't have a sister any more."

Lyn's eyes narrowed. "I know that you're a freaking imbecile with a really horrible accent, you wanna know that?"

"And I thought that you actually cared about your sister," Bela said with the same cocky smirk as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"Yeah, well, I thought you had a grain of intelligence in that freaking empty head of yours, but apparently not. You ask me to tell you 'everything I know,' you're gonna learn a heck of a lot about my second birthday, for starters."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Bela snapped. "I have every command in my power to make sure that your sister is torn to shreds, so unless you start talking -- and you know what I'm talking about -- you'll be alone forever."

"You know something?" Lyn growled, taking a couple of steps forward. "I guess you are about a stupid as you look. You hurt Reneey and not only do you lose your leverage, but you make an enemy with nothing to lose. The whole kidnapping thing? It's a two-way street, hon."

Bela smirked. "Not exactly. I could just take you, too, and call one of the Winchesters this time. Do you think they can keep their mouths shut if I threaten to kill you two? And then, when I know the big secret, if it's worth anything, I would already have the both of you."

"You're taking a big leap there, assuming that I would be any easier to handle as a captive than Reneey. Or that I'd let you take me alive in the first place."

"You're not going back without your sister. Siblings have that weakness. So start talking before I resort to plan B."

Lyn growled low in her throat. Loath though she was to admit it, Bela was right. Glaring daggers at the woman, Lyn hissed, "You know I could just lie."

Bela smirked again. "You could. But you won't."

The side of Lyn's face twitched, and her fists clenched. "Fine. What do you want to know, who we are? Lyndotia Elumo and Reneey Umbra. And yes, those are our names. We do not have the same last name, regardless of whatever crap you want to spew."

"That's only one question," Bela said, her eyes livening somewhat now that Lyn was actually beginning to talk. "How did you just show up when no one had heard of you before? Why are demons after you? What makes you so special that the Winchesters are protecting you?"

Lyn glared and spoke slowly and carefully, as if weighing each word before speaking. Nonetheless, her voice was bitter as she began: "If you're expecting me to be able to tell you how we wound up here, you're out of luck. I don't know, Reneey doesn't know; crap, I don't think anyone does."

"'Wound up here'?" Bela repeated with raised eyebrows. "What do you mean? Where did you come from?"

"I dunno how to explain that, either," Lyn grumbled resignedly. "An alternate dimension or something, I guess? Let's just say there are no demons or supernatural critters where we come from, and all of this crap here was a freaking TV show."

Bela stared. "You're kidding me."

"Either listen or don't, but don't insult me by calling me a liar."

"All right, fine. Supposing I believe this. What about my other questions?"

"The demons and the Winchesters. Right. Well, really those questions are the same question -- or, at least, they have the same answer."

"Which is?" Bela prodded impatiently.

"Apparently we're the keys to Hell. Nice, huh?"

Bela blinked, and blinked again. "The keys to Hell? What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said," Lyn told her irritably. "Somehow, we're supposed to be the ones who can unlock the power of Hell. Make it stronger, make it so that they win. Which is why demons are after us -- some to use us, some to turn us, some just to kill us -- and why Dean and Sam are of the opinion that we're freaking four-year-olds who need constant supervision. Anything else you wanna know?"

"No, that's all. Well, this was a good chat, wouldn't you say?" Bela asked, that same cocky smirk creeping back onto her face. "How about I tell you the directions to the hideout, then?"

And so she did, but before she left she added, "Oh, and the hideout is going to explode in an hour. Ta-ta!"

WIth that, she smirked yet again and disappeared into the night.

Lyn stared after her for a split second, dumbfounded. Then she growled, "Freaking pathetic, useless scumbag!" and set off at a brisk walk that quickly became a jog and then a run. She didn't know if Bela was actually serious about the exploding part, but she sure wouldn't put it past her. And she wasn't about to take chances with Reneey's life.

--

Finally, Lyn found the place. Too bad that it was already forty-five minutes into the hour that Bela had said she had. Kicking down the door, Lyn rushed in yelling.

"RENEEY! RENEEY UMBRA! WHERE ARE YOU!? YELL IF YOU CAN HEAR ME! RENEEY!"

Silence.

"RENEEY! IF YOU'RE FREAKING ASLEEP AND YOU'RE WORRYING ME FOR NO REASON I'M GONNA FREAKING KILL YOU! AND IF BELA OR ANY OF THOSE CREEPS HAVE ACTUALLY HURT YOU I'M GONNA KILL THEM!"

Lyn took out her cell phone and growled at the readout. She only had fourteen minutes left! After kicking down a few random doors, punching a few random demons, and sneaking away from more than a few random traps, Lyn found the room that Reneey was in.

"How stereotypical is it that it's the last door? Lyn thought as she untied the ropes on Reneey's ankles and wrists, grabbed her by the shoulders, and shook her.

"FREAKING WAKE UP BEFORE I KNOCK YOUR BLOCK OFF AND GO BACK TO THE MOTEL WITHOUT YOU!"

Lyn had no time, so she just grabbed Reneey and dragged her out of the window, jumped down into a tree, and then to the ground. Then, carrying Reneey, Lyn went running. There were only two minutes left before the hideout was supposed to explode.

Finally, when they had made it a safe distance, Lyn dropped Reneey and sat down, breathing heavily, to rest for a bit. It was only a moment later that a huge explosion rocked the area, signaling that the hideout had indeed blown up. Lyn then turned to glare at Reneey, and once more tried to wake the younger girl up.

"Reneey, get your freaking butt up before I drag you the rest of the way back by your ankles!"

No response.

Heaving a sigh, Lyn poked her in the ribs. Reneey swatted at her hand and rolled over. Rolling her eyes, Lyn wondered why she hadn't thought of this earlier and yelled, "OHMYGOSH, RENEEY, IT'S SCOTTY VANITY!"

Reneey's eyes opened slowly, which would have been the first sign that something was wrong, because when someone shouted "Scotty Vanity!" Reneey's eyes SNAPPED open. But now, her hazel eyes were opening slowly, and once they adjusted to the night sky, she looked up at the older girl.

"Uh... Who are you?"

Lyn blinked at Reneey once and then frowned. "Ha ha. I tell the freaking jerkfaced moron about us and pull you out of a building before it explodes and you don't know who I am. Did you hit your head or something? You didn't even jump when I said Scotty Vanity!"

"Uhh... who? Who the fuck is Scotty Vanity? Why are we outside? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" Reneey blinked and then said slowly, "Wait... Who am I?"

Lyn froze, staring at Reneey almost disbelievingly. Then she took a breath and asked slowly, "You're... serious, aren't you? You really don't remember anything."

"Uhh... am I supposed to, or something?"

Lyn fought a strong desire to whack Reneey upside the head. But she mustn't do that this time, Reneey wasn't Reneey and it wasn't her fault. However, she couldn't resist saying in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "No, Reneey, your memory is supposed to be a complete blank slate."

"Who's Reneey?"

Lyn sighed and shook her head. "You're Reneey. I'm Lyn, I'm your sister. Okay, seriously. Do you remember anything? Anything at all?"

"I don't have a sister. I don't have a mother or father. What are you talking about?"

"Don't be silly, everyone has a mother and father or they wouldn't exist. Ours are just... well, actually, I dunno where the crap they are or what happened to them, but I am your freaking sister, dadburn it!"

"Well, then why don't you show me proof!?" Apparently, with or without her memory, Reneey still kept her stubbornness.

"Fine," Lyn said simply, and pulled out her cell phone again, brought up its camera pictures, selected one, and shoved the phone into Reneey's hands.

"See? That's you and me in classic rock mode. Guns n Roses tour shirts, jumping around like madmen, giving the rock sign for the camera... Any of this ringing any bells?"

"Who... Who are Guns and Roses?"

Lyn promptly fell over in shock and nearly hit her head on a rock before sitting up again and staring at Reneey. "Oh my freaking gosh, you remember nothing. But it's Guns n Roses, not Guns and Roses! Never say that again, you will be lynched!"

"Huh?" Reneey asked, staring back. "So... If what you say is true, why can't I remember anything?"

"I have no idea," Lyn said with a sigh, catching a hand in her own dark hair. "You don't seem to have hit your head... I know you haven't since I found you... Do you remember anything from earlier? From being inside a building with this jerk with a horrible British accent?"

"I remember... a lady... this one girl," Reneey said slowly. "I don't remember much... but I do remember her feeding me something... and the rest is a blank."

"Trust me, she's not a lady," Lyn growled darkly. "Freaking evil conniving little carpetbagger..."

Gritting her teeth, Lyn retrieved her cell phone from where Reneey had dropped it on the ground and checked the time again. 2:06 AM. Oh, well, hopefully Dean and Sam weren't heavy sleepers...

The phone rang three times before a groggy voice answered, "Lyn? It's... two in the morning..."

"Er, guys," she said slowly, "we have a bit of a problem..."