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Chapter 3: The Girl

(Gabi's POV)

This was not good. And I wasn't talking about Annie either. Well that was really bad to, but what I had just found out made me a little bit more nervous.

There were too many things on my mind right now. Annie was still missing and it had been almost 3 weeks, Sam and I were supposed to be getting married next month, Dean had gone into some kind of state and was uncontainable, we couldn't find anyway to get into the realm or universe or whatever, and now I had just learned that I had one more thing to add to my list of problems.

Ok, so getting married wasn't a problem. That was the good thing. We had been thinking about postponing it until we found out if we could get Annie back, but as of today I no longer wanted to do that.

All this and more ran through my head as I drove to my class at FIDM. I hadn't been doing much studying lately and was about to fail my design history class. So that made one more problem I had to deal with.

I was jolted out of my thoughts when my phone rang. It was Sam.

"Hey there…" I said quickly.

"Hey, are you not at class?" He asked.

"I'm on my way, I had to run an errand before I went." I told him. Hey it was the truth; he didn't have to know what I was doing though.

"Oh ok, hey I think that Dean may need to stay with us for a while. I went up to his place today and it was a wreck, he is a wreck. I really don't want to leave him alone. This thing is killing him." He said.

"That's fine. But hey listen when I get home I need to talk to you about something." I said.

"About what?" He asked. Why did he have to be so damn curious?

"I can't tell you now. Well I can, but it is kind of a big deal and we don't have time to talk about it right now." I said as I pulled into a parking space. "I'm here, got to go. Love you bye!" I quickly hung up the phone and got out of the car.

Hopefully he couldn't sense my secret in that psychic brain of his. If he could I was screwed.

I went into my design history class and took a seat. I didn't pay much attention today either.

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(Annie's POV)

Three days later and nothing. It was three weeks to everyone at home. What if that had started to give up hope?

They had taken the mirror from me. I had searched for it but found nothing. People kept bringing me food but I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't sleep. I did take baths just because if not I would have been disgusting. But other then that I sat on my bed all day with my knees pulled to my chest and crying.

The dress those two annoyingly chirpy girls had taken me to get was for the coronation. I won't lie, it was a beautiful dress. It kind of reminded me of the wedding dress in Kelly Clarkson's 'Behind These Hazel Eyes' video… well before it got torn and muddied.

Sometimes I would sing and hum things that came to my mind. But they were all about how I missed home which just brought more tears to my eyes.

One night I did something different though. I pushed my pain aside and did the only thing I could think of… I prayed.

"Dear God, look I know I have never really been good at coming to you. But you know I believe in you right? Well, of course you do… and right now I am literally closer to you then ever and I need your help." I whispered. "They have me and they won't let me go home. Please, send me some kind of sign that will tell me what is going to happen to me… please? I don't ask for much, and I promise if I get to go home I will be good! Just please… help me…"

That didn't help my crying. In fact it made it worse.

But it must have worked. My room started to shake a little bit and then there was a bright light that appeared in the corner, then someone stepped out of it.

It was my dad, my real one. Like in the dreams, only this time he was real.

"Annie we have to hurry, I can't be caught here." He told me.

"But you're an angel; don't you have more power and say so then these people?" I asked.

"Yes but they don't want any of us to help you. They want to keep you here. But as your father I can't stand to see you so miserable." He said. I smiled a little and ran over to him.

For the first time in my entire life that I could remember my father embraced me. It was worth waiting twenty three years to feel.

"Thank you dad…" I whispered.

"Your English spells are nothing here. You need to learn Latin. Once you do you can open the portal yourself. The only thing is, the portal can only be opened twice in their year. It has already been opened once in order to get you here. So there is only one chance left in seventy eight days." He told me.

"But seventy eight days! That is more then a year on earth! I can't be gone that long… I want to go home!" I cried.

"That is the only way Annie, they won't perform the coronation until that opportunity for the portal to open has passed just incase they do have to send you back. So you have time to learn the spells and get out of here." He said.

"The mirror… can you tell me where it is? That way I can tell Dean to wait for me. I can tell them all I will be back…" I asked.

"No, Annie they destroyed it. It was a mistake ending up in your room in the first place." He said.

"Then can you send a message for me?" I pleaded.

"How?" He asked. I thought for a moment then it hit me.

"My friend Sam… he is a psychic, he gets visions through dreams and when you first came to me he had shared the calling with me… can you send him a message through a calling to tell him that I will be back and explain it to him?" I begged.

"I can try, but it depends on how much he has on his mind. If there is too much going on in his head then there is no guarantee that he will hear me." My dad told me. "Annie I have to go, but learn Latin and write a spell to open the portal. I hate seeing you like this."

And then he was gone.

Seventy eight days in this realm equaled seventy-eight weeks on earth, which equaled eighteen months.

A year and a half, I had to wait that long to get home. The next time I saw Gabi she would be married, same with Sam. The next time I saw Dean….

I didn't even know what should come after that phrase. What if eighteen months was to long for him? What if he gave up on me?

What if he found the recording? If he did, then knowing him he would respect my wishes… and move on.

No, god no… why did I record that? Why did I have to be selfless? Why couldn't I have said 'Don't you ever dare love anyone else but me'?

I had to get back, and I had to get a message to them. This was my goal, and I was not giving up.

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(Gabi's POV)

After class I had driven around for a while and tried to collect my thought before going back home.

The guys had ordered pizza and were watching TV when I got back. Pizza sounded really good….

"Hey!" Sam exclaimed as I walked in the door. "You're back kind of late."

"T-traffic…" I stuttered quietly. He nodded and walked over to me.

"Are you ok?" He asked. I put on a fake smile.

"Yeah... I'm fine..." I lied. He laughed a little.

"I'm not stupid Gabi, what's wrong? Didn't you have to talk to me about something?" He said.

Shit, he remembered.

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(Dean's POV)

Sam had come to my apartment earlier that day and made me get out with him.

I was a wreck. I had been living in the guestroom and listening to Annie's songs over and over again just to hear her voice.

Sometimes it made me angry to think that she was just gone, but most of the time it hurt worse then a knife stabbing me in a million places to imagine life with out her.

My birthday had passed, I was twenty seven. But that day all I could do was remember Annie's birthday, and her surprise present from Sam and Gabi that had actually been a gift for both of us.

But now my little brother was trying to help me. I loved the guy, he was my brother. And I had fought to take care of him my whole life, it felt weird with it being the other way around.

Him and Gabi were making me stay with them for awhile why we tried to figure out more about this portal.

Even though it had been almost six weeks I was no where near ready to give up. Annie was alive and out there some where and I was going to get her back.

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(Gabi's POV)

Dean was still staring at the TV and not really acknowledging our presence at all.

"Can we go in the back?" I asked quietly. Sam scrunched his face together.

"Sure…" He said. I took a deep breath and went to our room. He followed and closed the door.

My breathing was heavy and I wanted to cry a little. This was all to much for me to handle and I loved Sam but I didn't know how he would react.

"Whoa… Gabi, babe what's wrong?" He asked softly as he placed his hands on my shoulders.

"This is to much…" I whispered as I looked out to the side of the room.

"I know you miss Annie, and I know seeing how Dean is reacting is hard, but we all have to stay strong if we want to…" But I cut him off.

"Sam that's not it…" I told him. "Well, that's a small micro part of it, but this is something about me… well, us…"

He was really confused.

"Gabi what's going on?" He asked seriously.

"Sam… I…" I started. And I finished. His reaction was slightly welcoming and slightly scared. But I couldn't blame him.

It was a scary thing.