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I woke up alone. The bedroom door was partially closed, but it wasn't like I could call out for anyone anyway. The wheelchair was across the room, and I wondered how I was supposed to get around by myself. Calvin had given me strict instructions not to put any weight on the cast and to keep my foot propped up as much as possible.

I sat up and shoved the covers off, and began scooting over to the edge of the bed. Maybe I could hop on one foot over to the wheelchair-

The bedroom door swung open all the way and Sam came in, holding a phone to his ear. "-to you later." He saw I was awake and said, "Wait a minute, she's up. You want to talk to her?"

He came over to the bed. "How are you feeling, you've been asleep for a whole day! You want to say hi to Dean?" He held the phone out to me.

I took it and looked up at him saying, "I can't talk, remember?" and motioning to my throat.

"Oh, yeah." He said sheepishly. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking." He took the phone back. "Her voice isn't back yet, but you can talk to her. I'll put you on speaker and read what she writes." He pressed a button.

I reached for the notepad and pen that were on the bedside table.

"How you doin', kiddo?" Dean's voice sounded hoarse, like it did when he was tired.

I shrugged. "I just woke up. My ankle isn't broken, it's a bad sprain of my foot and my ankle and Calvin put a cast on my leg" I wrote.

Sam read what I wrote aloud.

"Yeah, Sam told me." Dean said. "You make sure you take it easy. Still can't talk, huh? We'll be able to work on figuring out the spell when we're done here."

"Are you guys coming back soon? Where's Dad?"

Sam read what I wrote again.

"Uh, no...we've still got some, uh, work to do here." Dean sounded uncomfortable. "He's sleeping right now, I went on a chow and caffeine run. Listen, I gotta go."

I waved, and Sam said, "She says goodbye."

"Okay, talk to you soon, bye." Dean hung up.

"Are you hungry?" Sam asked me. "Calvin's making omelettes."

I nodded- I was starving. "I slept the whole day?" I wrote.

"Yeah, it's 9:20 the next morning! You slept like a rock, and I didn't want to wake you for meals or anything." Sam said as he brought the wheelchair over and locked the wheels, then he helped me into it.

As we came into the kitchen, I saw that Calvin was standing at the stove. He turned when we came in. "Howdy, little lady, how are you feeling?" He came over to us.

"Tired and achy" I wrote. "Why did I sleep so much?"

He read it. "You went through a very stressful experience, for your body as well as your mind, I think it's normal to sleep like that at first. What hurts?"

"My ankle, and the bruises and my joints everywhere."

He nodded. "Makes sense- when a person falls like you did, the impact when you land is hard on the joints. How's the head- any dizziness or headache?"

I shook my head.

"Good. Would you like an omelette? I've got sausage, green pepper, mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, and shredded cheddar cheese I can add."

I wrote, "Yes please, I'll take sausage, green peppers and cheese"

He went back over to the stove. "I got the crutches out of storage, I can show you how to use 'em after we eat."

The crutches were leaning against the cabinets near the table. "Sam, do you know how to resize crutches? You can measure 'em with Aly and adjust the length and the hand grip." Calvin said.

"I think I can figure it out." Sam got the crutches and brought them over. He locked the wheelchair wheels and helped me stand up.

"The top of the crutches should be two inches below her armpit, and the handles should be the same level as her wrist joint." Calvin said.

"Hold your arm out." Sam said. I held my arm up and he put the crutch under my arm- it was too tall. "Okay, I'll make it smaller. You can sit down for now."

He removed the screws in the lower part of the crutch and adjusted the length, then had me stand up again. "This is a little tall but it might work."

Calvin brought over a plate and set it at the table. "Here ya go." He looked at the crutch and said, "Hold it under your arm for me."

I put the crutch under my arm and my hand on the handle. "Crutch needs to be moved down one more, and the handles are too low." He took the crutch from me. "You want to sit at the table?" He moved one of the straight backed chairs over to me and I sat down, then he pushed me up to the table.

I noticed another plate with some scraps of egg and vegetable on it. Sam sat down at that place. He saw me looking. "I already ate." He told me.

I picked up a fork and began to eat. After a couple of bites, I wrote, "This is really good, thank you."

Calvin was standing on the other side of me, moving the crutch handles. I held the pad up to him and he read it. "You're welcome." He smiled.

Sam looked at me. "It's really weird, you not being able to talk."

"It really sucks." I agreed, and I frowned and made a face.

"Whatever you said, I agree with." Sam laughed.

"Any word on the spell ingredients yet?" Calvin asked.

"No, they're still...discussing things." Sam glanced at me.

I picked up the notepad and wrote, "What do they do during interrogations? Do they exorcise the demon? Does the demon go back to hell or do they kill it?"

I held up the notepad and Sam read it. "Uh, well...I don't-I'm not sure if I should explain things to you yet." He looked uncomfortable. "I think Dad should be the one to tell you about all that."

I sighed and shrugged.

"There will be plenty of time to talk about all of that when they get here." Calvin said.

"When can I take a shower?" I wrote, "My hair is all gross."

Calvin read the notepad. "Not for a couple days, at least. Your stitches shouldn't get wet, and I need to go buy a plastic cover for your cast. You can wash your hair in the sink, though, and I've got some body wipes you can use."

"I can help you wash your hair." Sam said.

"You can do it in here, this sink is higher than the bathroom sink and it'll be easier to use." Calvin said.

"You want me to wash your hair after you eat?" Sam asked, and I nodded.

I ate the rest of my omelette. Calvin had me stand up and set the crutches under my arms. He explained how to walk with them and told me not to rest my weight on my armpits. I practiced hobbling around the kitchen while Sam got my shampoo and conditioner.

Calvin cleared the dishes as I continued walking back and forth. He watched me and said, "Make sure you're not tensing your shoulders either, that'll cause more pain."

I walked over to the table and sat down. Just that short amount of walking had made me feel exhausted. Sam came into the room. "You okay?"

I nodded, and wrote, "Walking with crutches is tiring!"

He chuckled. "I can imagine. You shouldn't overdo it today." He held up the shampoo and conditioner. "Ready to wash your hair?"

I stood up, nodding happily. It felt good when Sam washed my hair, he rubbed my scalp as he applied the shampoo, and it relaxed me. But when he was finished and I straightened up, my neck and shoulders started to hurt.

He handed me the crutches and I set them under my arms. As I tried to turn from the sink, I overbalanced and stumbled forward.

"Whoa!" Sam caught me. "Maybe you're not quite ready for these." He looked at me. "You look like you're in pain."

I nodded.

"Let's have you use the wheelchair for now, you're already sore and I don't want you hurting yourself more." Calvin brought the wheelchair over.

I frowned and shook my head.

"You can use both, but for today, use the chair. You gotta let your joints rest from your fall." Calvin insisted.

I sighed and sat down in the chair.

Calvin gave me a pain pill and took me into the living room. They propped my foot up on a pile of pillows and Sam turned on the TV for me. He sat at the other end of the sofa and found a Dukes of Hazzard marathon, so we watched that for a while.

I woke up feeling groggy. I was now laying on the sofa, covered with a blanket. Sam's closed laptop was on the coffee table. I could smell meat cooking and hear voices coming from the kitchen.

I pulled the blanket off and rolled it up, setting it next to me. The wheelchair was over by the other end of the sofa-I could probably get up and walk over there.

I stood up on my good leg, leaning over and putting my hands on the coffee table, and tried to hop around the table. The cast was so heavy, I wasn't used to trying to carry the weight, and the next time I tried to hop I lost my balance and fell. My knee hit the end of the coffee table and knocked a couple of books onto the floor. I landed on my butt sitting up.

I heard quick footsteps and Sam appeared in the doorway. "What are you doing?" He said in a scolding tone. "You're not supposed to be trying to move around on your own!" He came over to me.

"Well I woke up and you weren't here! And the wheelchair's over there!" I mouthed, pointing to the sofa and the wheelchair and the doorway.

"Okay, I should've put the wheelchair closer to you, I'm sorry." He brought it over to me, and then put his hands under my arms and pulled me to a standing position. He helped me sit in the chair. "How are you feeling, are you hungry? You slept through lunch again, it's 6 PM."

I nodded, and Sam pushed me into the kitchen.

The kitchen table was set with a plate of hamburgers, with smaller plates of toppings like sliced tomatoes and lettuce, and there was a dish of french fries and a big bowl of salad as well.

Sam wheeled me over to the table and helped me into a chair.

"How are you feeling?" Calvin asked.

I shrugged, realizing I didn't have the notepad with me. I held my hand up flat and then pretended I was writing with my other hand, and comprehension dawned on Sam's face.

"Let me go get the notepad." He got up and left the room.

Calvin pushed the plate with hamburgers nearer to me and I took one.

"Do you want salad, or french fries, or both?" He asked.

I pointed to both, and he added salad and french fries to my plate. I put toppings on my burger as Sam walked back into the room. He handed me the notepad and the pen.

"Still achy and tired" I wrote.

Calvin nodded. "That's to be expected. You need to keep restin'. I put a package of body wipes in the bathroom for ya."

I nodded as I continued to eat. "Have you talked to Dad or Dean?" I wrote, showing the pad the Sam.

He read it. "Yeah, they're finishing up, they should be here tonight."

I felt relieved when I heard that. "Are they okay?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, Dean didn't say anything about them getting hurt, so I guess they are."

After I ate my hamburger and french fries, I wrote, "Can we talk about stuff?"

Sam gave me an assessing look. "Sure, if you feel up to it."

"What happened at the Gasnsip?"

He read what I wrote and then looked at me. "Well, I heard the glass crack and looked at the doors, and I could see motion inside, so I ran over. The doors wouldn't open, and I could see you at the end of the aisle with someone behind you. He grabbed you and started dragging you backwards. After several seconds the doors opened, and I ran in. Dean was on the floor in the back where the refrigerated drinks were. He told me it was demons and they took you out the back door. The guy behind the counter started yelling at Dean for breaking the glass in the refrigerator doors, and we agreed to split up. I ran out the back and he went out front and got in the car and drove away. I started looking around for any signs of a vehicle, and then I went into the woods behind the building. Dean parked and hiked back to find me and we spent a while combing the woods. We found an area with some sigils carved into trees and we think that the demons used that to transport you to the cabin with them. Do you remember anything about that?"

I shook my head. "The last thing I remember was someone grabbing me from behind and everything went dark. Then I woke up tied to a chair." I wrote.

"Dean had called Dad to let him know what had happened and he turned around and came back. He went into the Gas-n-Sip pretending to be a police officer so he could talk to the clerk and see if he knew anything. The demons did a pretty thorough job with whatever spell they cast-the clerk wasn't aware of what was going on while the demons were in the building. Dad was able to get a look at the security camera footage, but there was a lot of interference because of the spell, so it wasn't really clear. He called Ash to hack into the cameras and copy the footage so we could study it later. Dean and I copied down all the sigils we found and we met up with Dad at a diner down the road and talked everything through. We went to Bobby's-Ash had sent him the footage- and looked at it and tried to get a clear image of both of the demons so we could ask around if anyone had seen either of them. Bobby worked on looking up the sigils we found. We went to a local college and tried to find some new books on demonology and symbols to see if we could figure out those sigils. And then Dean wanted to go back to the woods behind the Gas-n-Sip and keep looking around. We were on the way home from that when I felt the connec-uh-" He stopped, and glanced at Calvin. Then he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows. I nodded.

He turned to Calvin. "Uh, Calvin, have you heard, um, what do you know about psychic powers? That, uh, that only seem to, um, activate when there's bad things happening?"

Calvin put his burger down. "Well, I've heard that some people who have developed psychic powers do so after an accident or an illness, the theory is that the brain structure gets changed or something gets turned on… and that in times of stress or turmoil, some psychic powers can activate, as you said."

"Do you believe in that sort of thing?" Sam asked carefully.

Calvin nodded. "I know that most psychics aren't held in high regard by the hunting community, and there have been charlatans out there, but I've known a couple who were the real deal. And really, we know so little about the human brain, what's to say we don't all have latent psychic powers?" He looked back and forth between Sam and me. "So I'm guessing that the unspoken implication here is that it's one of you?"

Sam glanced at me again. "Yeah. Well, both of us. We just, uh, discovered it while Aly was kidnapped."

Calvin raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"I started having these-visions- of Aly, different images that I think she must have been sending me, and then we actually-we had this, like, psychic connection for a moment where it was like we were talking to each other."

"It felt like I was there in the car with Sam, but at the same time I was looking out of his eyes." I wrote. I handed the notepad to Calvin, who read it.

He handed me the notepad. "That's fascinatin'. And you say it just started when Aly was kidnapped?"

Sam looked at what I had written. "Well, I've been having -dreams that came true-on and off since I was a kid. I had a pretty intense dream, or vision, last month of a man who got stabbed to death, but everyone was convinced it was a byproduct of my migraine." Sam's voice soured. "I think I actually found where it happened, but I haven't been able to do much work on it because of other things going on, and then Aly-"

"That's pretty damn significant. You say no one took it seriously?"

Sam sighed. "Not really. I've never told anyone about any of my dreams, I never talked about any of it until I had that vision, but then-when I started seeing things about Aly, they had to believe."

"How so?" Calvin asked.

"I kept seeing food." Sam chuckled. "The first thing was a bucket from Chicken King, and I tried to look up how many of them were in a hundred mile radius of where we were, to try and find her. But there's so many, I didn't think we'd be able to pinpoint it. But then I saw the wrapper from this restaurant that had a bull's head and the letters B and Q, so I looked up barbecue places with a bull's head logo, and I found this place that's in the town where she was. The one demon who was there was constantly eating, Aly said. Dad remembered that there's a hunter's cabin on the outskirts, and that's where we ended up finding her."

Calvin sat back. "I'll be damned, that's amazing." He said admiringly. "Good detective work, Sam!"

Sam looked pleased with himself. "Thanks. I was wracking my brain, trying to come up with anything I could to help us find her." He looked at me and smiled. "But I wouldn't have been able to do any of it if Aly hadn't been sending me stuff."

Calvin looked at me with interest. "Were you consciously sending him images? How long have you known about your psychic powers?"

"I just kept thinking of my family, I kept saying I'm here, please find me, and calling out to them in my head." I wrote. "I only had a dream recently where I saw Dean get hurt-and then he got hurt during the hunt that they were on." I passed the notepad to Calvin, who read it and passed it back.

"So you were trying to connect with all of your family in your head, but Sam's the one who made the connection?"

I nodded.

"Interesting. And you had a dream recently, too, that came true?"

I nodded again.

He looked at both of us. "Wonder why it's happening now. Have either of you been in an accident recently?"

Sam and I both shook our heads.

"And there's no family history of psychic powers?"

Sam shook his head. "Not that I'm aware of."

Calvin sat back. "Well, this is somethin' you should bring up with John and find out."

"If he believes now. I mean, I think he does, but I'm not sure. He still seemed a little skeptical." Sam shrugged.

"Your sister was able to send you images to help you find her, I'd say that's pretty damned believable. It ain't coincidence." Calvin said.

Sam's phone chimed and he pulled it out of his pocket. "That's Dean, he said they'll be here in about 10 minutes."

"I want to use the crutches." I wrote.

Sam said, "Are you sure?"

I nodded emphatically.

"When they get here', I'll want to check 'em first." Calvin said. He left the room to go get the crutches from the living room, and leaned them against the table next to me.

A few minutes later, we heard a knock on the front door. Calvin left the kitchen and Sam helped me up and got the crutches situated under my arms. "Take it slow." He said.

I suddenly felt nervous-what if they both had decided that everything was my fault? What if both Dad and Dean were mad at me?

We walked into the foyer together. Calvin stood at the door, with Dad and Dean on the threshold.

Dad was handing Dean a silver flask, and Dean took a sip, and then gave it to Calvin. Calvin capped it and stepped back, saying, "Come on in."

Dad let Dean come in first-Dean saw me and dropped his duffle, rushing towards me. "Aly!" He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off the floor in a tight hug, and the crutches slipped out from under my arms and clattered to the floor. I hugged Dean back as he set me down. "I'm so sorry, Aly, I'm so sorry I failed you-" He murmured, putting his head on mine.

"What?" I pulled back and looked at him. He kept his hands on my waist.

He had tears in his eyes as he spoke. "I didn't protect you, I shouldn't've let those guys take you, I'm so sorry, it's my fault-"

"Dean, they were demons." Sam said matter of factly. "They had you up against the wall, you couldn't have fought them."

"Is this what you've been thinking this whole time?" Dad asked.

Dean turned to him, still holding on to me. "What have you always said to me, huh? 'Watch out for Sammy and the baby'. That's been my job from day one, look after my kid brother and baby sister, and I couldn't even-keep her from-from being kidnapped." His voice changed from sorrowful to bitter.

I put my hand on his chest, shaking my head. "No, I don't blame you." I said.

Dean pulled me in for another hug. "I'm so glad you're safe now, I'm so glad we got you-" He murmured.

I hugged him again, and heard someone clear their throat. Dean kissed my cheek and let me go, holding on to my arm to steady me.

Dad stepped up to me, smiling although his eyes looked sad. "Alyson-"

"Hi, Dad." I said.

He gathered me into his arms. "I'm so happy to see you, sweetheart." He said.

I could smell a faint scent of kerosene and whiskey, and with my face against his flannel and his arms surrounding me, I realized I was safe now. I had been rescued despite everything Jervis had said to me-

I burst into tears, clutching at Dad's jacket. All the emotions rose up in me like a wave- the uncertainty of what was going to happen, the fear of Jervis and Dipper hurting me more, or doing something worse, the fear that my family wouldn't rescue me, the sorrow that they didn't want me-my chest heaved with sobs as Dad tightened his arms around me.

"Shhh, it's all right, it's all over." Dad said soothingly, rocking me back and forth. "You're safe now, I gotcha, it's all right."

My sobs eventually slowed, and I heard Calvin say, "Y'all want to go through to the living room and sit down? I can throw some more burgers on the stove."

"I'm always up for a burger." Dean said.

Dad let me go and fished a bandana out of his jacket. "Here." He handed it to me, and I wiped my face.

Sam asked me, "Do you want to use the crutches?"

I felt worn out and limp now. Dad looked at me and said, "I'll carry her." He picked me up and Sam led him and Dean into the living room. Dad set me on the sofa.

Sam helped me prop my cast on the pillows and handed me the notepad and pen.

Dad sat next to me and Dean sat on the other side. Sam perched on the armchair next to the sofa. As they all looked at me, I felt guilt welling up again.

I picked up the notepad and wrote, "I'm sorry for everything

I know it's my fault I got kidnapped

I led the demons to us because of that ouija board

I know you'll never trust me again I know I'm in trouble

I'm really sorry."

I held the notepad out to Dad and hid my face in my hands, overcome with tears again.

To be continued...