AUTHOR'S NOTE: I guess y'all liked the kidnapping chapters better than the rescue- the kidnapping chapters got 10 reviews each and the rescue chapter got 5! It is fun to put your characters through angst and strife and it's fun to read about, too! I think Aly's had enough drama and trauma for a while, so there's not a lot of action in this chapter but I hope you like it! Thank you to those of you who have left reviews! This chapter and the last one were beta'ed by Edge_of_Clairvoyance.

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As we neared the town, I could see street lights and buildings. Sam turned onto the main street, and we drove past a bank, a hair salon, a pet store, and a pharmacy.

In the next block were restaurants. He pulled into the McDonald's parking lot. "Is here okay?"

I nodded, and wrote down, "Quarter Pounder with cheese, large fries and a chocolate milkshake please"

"And an apple pie and chicken nuggets?"

Sam chuckled as he read my order. "Guess you are hungry!"

As he waited in line, I pulled the sun visor down to check out my face in the mirror. I had a black eye, a bruise on my right cheek, red marks on my lower left cheek and my forehead, and my lower lip was a little swollen- I looked terrible! I slapped the visor up, shaking my head with disgust.

"Yeah, you look like you went through the wringer." Sam said with chagrin.

As we turned the corner in the drive-through line, I saw another lit sign a couple of doors down- it had a line drawing of a bull's head and the words "BULLY'S BBQ".

I tapped Sam's arm and pointed at it.

"What is it, Aly?" He asked.

"Dipper was constantly eating food from there!" I wrote.

Sam was ordering our food now. I waited until he had paid and then showed him the notepad.

He read what I wrote. "Yeah, that place-that's how we found you."

"What?" I asked.

"Let me get our order." He said. He took the bags from the server and then pulled into a parking space. After he had handed me my food, he started to talk.

"I-I saw you, I thought they were dreams at first, but now I think-I think they were visions. It was like sometimes I was seeing through your eyes and sometimes I was seeing you, and I don't know why it was different perspectives. The first thing I saw was a bucket from Chicken King, you know how they have orange and brown stripes?"

I nodded and wrote, "That was the first thing he ate, he had a bucket of chicken."

He looked at the notepad and nodded. "I saw your face all bruised up, your eye getting swollen, and I saw the room you were in with the table against the wall. I told Dean about everything, and he didn't think anything of it." He rolled his eyes. "I started looking at how many Chicken Kings were in a 100 mile radius of where we'd been. It's a national chain, there were a lot of them, so I didn't think I'd be able to find you that way. Anyway, a day or so later, I saw the shorter guy in a vision, he-" Sam stopped for a moment, a muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenched his jaw. "I saw him with a long knife, and I got so scared for you, Aly." He put his hand on mine and squeezed. "I also saw him holding a sandwich with a wrapper from the restaurant and I saw part of the logo. I started looking it up online and found out that it's the logo to this barbecue place, and it's local to this town. I was so scared that that guy was gonna kill you, and Dad and Dean had been arguing with me that it was still just dreams, but I think the fact that the barbecue place was real and we've never been here before, kinda made Dad realize that I wasn't just having dreams that were made up. I was so upset, I said 'You keep telling me it's all just dreams but how are you gonna feel if we don't go check this out and then later we find out that she was-that she had been in that town, and we could've rescued her?' Then Dad remembered hearing that there's a hunter's cabin outside of town, so we hauled ass to get here." He took my hand, looking me in the eyes. "I said if we came here and there was nothing, that I'd be on weapons cleaning and laundry for a month, but I knew-I knew we'd find you here. I was just hoping we weren't too late."

He looked at the steering wheel and then back at me. "Aly, I felt-we had a connection for a moment. It was like, you were right there with me in the front seat and I heard you in my head, talking. You said, 'Sammy, please help me!'"

I mouthed the words along with him, nodding.

"I knew it was real, it wasn't something I was making up." He said earnestly.

I wrote, "I know, Sam, I felt it too. I could feel you with me

but also I was there with you in the front seat and I saw Dean look at you and he said What is it, Sammy? When that happened I felt a sharp pain in my head and my nose started to bleed."

He nodded. "Me too."

"What does it mean? Did we have a psychic connection? How? I thought that that stuff wasn't real"

"I think-" He sighed. "I think we did. Somehow we connected, and it enabled us to figure out how to find you, so I'm not gonna question it, you know?"

"I have something to tell you" I wrote. "I had a dream that came true too" I showed Sam the notebook.

He read what I wrote and raised his eyebrows. "When?" He leaned over next to me and watched me as I wrote.

"Remember that hunt you guys were on when I had the Fine Arts Festival?"

He nodded. It seemed like it had been ages ago, now.

"I dreamed that I saw Dean fall on a dirt floor and his face was all scrunched up in pain. The next day you called to let me know you guys were on the way home and Dean had gotten hurt

I felt really guilty

What if I had told you guys

maybe Dean would've been more careful?"

"Probably not. Knowing Dean, he would've just blown you off anyway." Sam said. "That's the only time you've ever had a dream like that?"

I nodded. "Do you believe me?"

"Yeah, I do." He said.

"Why is this happening now?" I wrote.

"You mean the psychic dreams and us having this link?" He pointed to me and then himself. "I don't know."

"What are we gonna tell Dad?"

He shrugged. "We tell him the truth. And if he doesn't believe us, that's on him. We know it's real."

"Do you want to try it now?" I wrote.

"What, you mean-connecting psychically?" Sam asked. I nodded.

"Uh, okay." He said. "I'm not sure what we should do."

"When I connected to you I had been thinking about you guys and I was reaching out in my mind." I wrote.

"Yeah, we can try that." Sam agreed. "I guess we close our eyes?"

I scooted away from him on the seat and closed my eyes. Then I thought about him, and reached out in my head. "Sam, can you hear me?" I asked in my mind.

After a few moments I opened my eyes. Sam's eyes were still closed, so I tapped his arm.

He opened his eyes and looked over at me. "I didn't feel anything." He said.

"Me neither" I wrote.

"Well, we can try again later. How are you feeling?" He asked.

I pointed at my ankle. "Hurts." I said.

He leaned over and opened the glove compartment and removed a bottle of pills. He shook a couple out and handed them to me. "Here's some Ibuprofen."

I swallowed the pills and we started to eat. I reached over and turned the radio up as "Carry on, My Wayward Son" started to play- it was a song that all of us liked to sing along to. I had a flash of memory, Dean in the back seat with me for some reason, and both of us singing along loudly and obnoxiously to a song on the radio, Sam crouched down in the front passenger seat trying to read a book, annoyance radiating off of his hunched shoulders.

I realized I was mouthing the words along with the song and tears filled my eyes.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"What if I never get my voice back? What if I can never talk again or sing" I wrote.

"Oh, come here." I felt Sam's hand on my arm, and he pulled me into a hug. "We'll figure out that spell." He said confidently. "You said that Jervis said that they couldn't do anything permanent, right?"

I pulled back and wrote, "And Jackson was mad when he saw that Dipper cut me"

"So I doubt the spell is permanent. Some spells are made to last a certain amount of hours or days. We can also find a counter spell." Sam smiled at me. "It'll work out, Aly." He closed the lid to his salad container. "I'm ready to get back on the road, how about you?"

I nodded, and he put the car in reverse and backed out of the space.

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"The cast is gonna feel warm as I put it on, but that's normal, it's the material setting up to harden." Calvin said. He began to wrap thick padding material around my ankle. He had cut the leg of my sweatpants off at the knee to make room for the cast.

Calvin was a tall man with curly brown hair shot through with white and crow's feet around his eyes. He spoke in a Southern accent and called me 'little lady'. He was friendly and his hands were strong but gentle as he treated me. He had an actual medical facility on his property and said that he treated hunters here- he could care for wounds and do some minor surgeries. He x-rayed my ankle and my hip- there were no breaks. The severe bruising on my ankle and foot indicated a certain type of sprain that would need to be in a hard cast for at least one month. My wrists were sore and scraped up from the times I pulled on the ropes that had bound me to the chair, so he applied an antibiotic cream and wrapped them, and then stitched up the cut that Dipper had made on my arm and closed the other cut with Steri-strips.

"I don't think I need to keep ya in the medical wing overnight, you seem to be doing well enough we can set you up in the house." Calvin said. "You let me know if you start feeling bad- dizzy, nauseous, ears ringing, heart pounding, anything like that, all right?"

I nodded.

Calvin looked at Sam. "You can grab your bags and bring them in if you want, we can get y'all into your rooms as soon as we're done here."

Sam put his hand on my arm. "Is that okay?"

I nodded and smiled at him. I felt safe with Calvin, he seemed like a genuine person.

"Now, this type of casting material is different than the plaster casts they used to use." Calvin told me. "You can still draw on it, though, so your family can sign it."

My leg started to feel warm as he wrapped the bandage material around it, but it didn't hurt.

A few minutes later, Sam came in carrying our duffles, my backpack, and his laptop bag.

"Are either of you hungry?" Calvin asked. "I can throw together some sandwiches."

Sam shook his head. "No, I'm fine, we ate earlier. Aly?"

I shook my head as well.

Calvin finished the cast and walked over to wash his hands at the sink. "Soon's I'm done here I'll grab the wheelchair."

I frowned, looking at Sam. He had carried me into the building and then into the x-ray room and back to the exam room.

"I can carry her." Sam said.

Calvin turned, drying his hands. "Nonsense, you've got all those bags. I've got a wheelchair in the next room. I have crutches I can give you tomorrow, I've gotta get 'em out of storage."

He left the room and was back in a moment pushing a wheelchair. "Is it all right if I pick you up?" He asked me, and I nodded. He picked me up as if I was as light as a feather and set me in the chair, making sure my casted leg was elevated.

He pushed the chair and Sam walked next to me down a long hallway. "I wanted to have the medical unit close by but not right on top of my house, ya know?" He opened a pair of double doors and pushed me through.

He wheeled me through a large foyer where I could see a living room on one side. "We could have a nightcap but I 'spect y'all just want to get to bed." He said.

"Yeah, I'm ready for bed." Sam said, looking at me. I nodded.

He stopped outside of a room with a twin bed. "This can be your room, little lady." Calvin said.

I looked up at Sam, feeling nervous. I picked up the notepad and wrote, "Can I sleep with you? I don't want to be alone." and held the pad up to Sam.

He read it aloud and replied, "Sure, that's fine with me." He looked at Calvin and said sheepishly, "We've, uh, grown up sleeping in the same motel rooms and all, you know-"

Calvin nodded. "It's a hunter's life. It's understandable given what you just went through. Sam, grab the pillows off the bed."

Sam went into the room and removed the two pillows at the head of the bed. "Can you carry these?" He asked, and I nodded. He set them in my lap.

Calvin took us down the hall to another room with a larger bed. "This is a queen-sized, there'll be enough room for you to prop your foot up and for your brother to stretch his legs out." He smiled.

He pushed me over to the bed. "Make sure you put the brakes on before she gets up, it's a fall risk if the chair's movin' when she's trying to get in or out. Bathroom's two doors down on the left, and my room's at the end of the hall."

"Thank you." Sam said, and I mouthed, "Thank you."

Calvin left the room, closing the door behind him.

Sam set our duffles on the dresser and my backpack on the floor. He brought his laptop bag over and set it on the floor next to the bed.

"You want to change into some pajamas?" He asked me, taking the pillows off my lap and tossing them on the bed.

I nodded, and he opened my duffle. He pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of baggy pajama shorts. "This okay?"

The t-shirt was one of Dad's battered USMC shirts, and I held my arms out for it. Whenever my family was away I liked to wear their t-shirts to bed, and this would be a comfort.

Sam turned away and started getting his laptop out while I changed out of my shirt and bra, but I realized I would need his help with the pants. I waved my arms, but his back was to me as he plugged the cord into the wall. I wondered if I could talk to him psychically now? I said, "Sam, hey Sam, I need help," in my head.

He didn't respond, so I pounded on the armrest of the wheelchair to get his attention. He heard the noise and turned to me, a frown on his face.

I pointed at my pants and mouthed, "I need help."

"You need help with the pants?" He came over to me.

After a bit of maneuvering, Sam was able to pull me to a standing position while I pulled the sweatpants down, and then he moved me over to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulled my sweatpants the rest of the way off of my legs and then pulled the pajama shorts up over my cast. He helped me stand again so that I could pull them up around my waist. I remembered being small and Sam helping me get dressed while I stood on a bed in a motel room. My brothers had always been good about taking care of me when I was younger.

"Let me get the pillows and all set up." Sam said. He pulled the covers down and propped a couple of pillows in the bed, and then helped me over to the head of the bed. I scooted over and put my foot on the pillows. He handed me the notepad.

"I'm going to get changed and I'll be right back, all right?" Sam asked. He got pajamas out of his duffle and left the room.

I looked around-the dresser and bedside tables were made of dark wood and there was an armchair in the corner in front of a bookshelf. It looked like a room in an actual house, not a hunter's cabin or a cheap motel-it was homey and comfortable.

Sam came into the room wearing blue plaid pajama pants and a dark blue t-shirt. He carried his clothes over to his duffle and placed them on top, then came over to my side of the bed.

"Can we call Dad?" I wrote, and held the pad up.

He read what I wrote. "Yeah, I should let them know we're here and settled in." Sam said. His phone was on the bedside table and he picked it up and dialed. After listening for a minute, he said, "Hi, Dad, it's Sam, just calling to let you know we're at Calvin's now, everything's good. He looked at Aly and it's a sprain, not a break, and she seems to be okay. Talk to you soon." He disconnected and set the phone down. "It was his voicemail." He told me.

"I'm sorry" I wrote.

Sam frowned. "For what?"

I waved at my body. "For all this-if I hadn't messed with that stupid Ouija board or had told you, then this wouldn't have happened."

Sam read what I wrote, and then sat down on the bed facing me. "We don't know that. I don't want you to blame yourself, okay?"

"But it is my fault."

He shook his head. "You said that they said they wanted to get revenge for their friend, right? That had nothing to do with the Ouija board. And we can't know if what happened at the slumber party was a spirit or whatever, I mean, you said you thought it was the other girls trying to mess with you." He patted my arm. "Don't blame yourself." He said sternly.

I huffed at him. "Dad is probably still mad at me."

Sam shook his head again. "No he's not, nobody's mad at you." He moved closer to me. "C'mere." He put his arms around me. "It's gonna be okay, Alybug."

I hugged him back and we sat that way for a long moment. Then I yawned-Calvin had given me pain medication that he said would probably make me sleepy, and it was kicking in.

Sam and I sat back. He said, "Is it going to bother you if I sit here and get on my laptop? I can sit in the armchair if you'd like."

I shook my head and patted the bed next to me.

He got up and picked up his laptop, propping the pillows behind him at the head of the bed. I laid down, watching him as he turned on the laptop and began to type, but after a few minutes I drifted off to sleep.

"We've gotta find a way to shut her the fuck up!" Dipper turned and walked over to the table, and I heard metal clanking. When he turned back, he was holding a huge long knife with a serrated edge. "Let's cut the little polecat's tongue out, that'll keep her quiet."

Instead of Jervis pushing him away, he grabbed my head and yanked it backwards. Dipper drew the knife across my throat, and I felt the blood begin pouring down my neck-

I woke up suddenly, silently screaming and flailing my arms around. The room was mostly dark, and the shape in bed next to me sat up. "Aly?" Sam asked in a husky voice. He leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp. "You awake?" He asked when he saw my face.

I nodded, my chest heaving.

"Were you dreaming about-when you were kidnapped?"

I nodded again, tears coming to my eyes.

"All right, c'mere. Turn on your side." He moved close to me as I turned away from him, and then he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me against him. "You're safe now, I'm here, and I gotcha." He tucked the blankets around us. "I'm right here with you, okay? It's all right."

I remembered when I was younger, waking up hearing Sam crying out in his sleep from a nightmare, and seeing Dad comforting Sam afterwards like this-Dad laying behind Sam, the covers all snugged around them, and hearing Dad murmuring softly.

Sam rubbed my shoulder and ran his hand over my hair over and over, making me relax. "It's all right, I'm here, you're safe now, shh…" Eventually I fell asleep again.

I dreamed of Jervis throwing me down into the darkness, but instead of landing on the floor, I fell endlessly. I opened my mouth to scream but there was no sound and the cold air rushing around me as I fell took my breath away. I woke with a start, feeling like I had landed in the bed. Sam was still behind me, his arm around me. "Shhh," He murmured, pulling me in closer. "It's all right, just a bad dream. You're safe now, shhhh."

I tried to make myself relax and go back to sleep, but it took a long time.