LOST IN TRANSLATION

Dean x OC fanfic

'for the family we couldn't leave behind'

Song Choice: Bad Moon Rising- CCR

Chapter 1: The Kids Ain't Alright

"Please help us!"

"Click Clack your shoes back to Kansas Dorothy."

"There's a bad moon on the right-"

"That's not him!"

"I'm going to Hell whether you like it or not."

"I love you so god damn mu-"

Wake up.

My head was absolutely killing me.

It was ringing, that noise was in my head, right? A loud ringing that lessened after several moments. What was going on? Why did my head hurt? Why was it so dark- no there's a glare. What's that?

I sucked in some air shortly before trying to lift my head. Something pressed against my right eye when I tried to move. Slowly I managed to pull myself into an upright position, and managed to crack open my eyes.

A steering wheel greeted me. A warped steering wheel that looked like it had caved in slightly. I had been driving? Seconds later I winced when the glare from the sun caught my eyes. I took both my hands to cover them, but cried out when my bare hands met cut skin. This led to me investigating it in the rearview mirror.

A small cut at most, nothing too intense, but head wounds bled pretty badly right? I read that somewhere…..

Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I checked the rest of the car for evidence as to what happened. The completely caved in front end and the giant boulder gave me a pretty big clue. I crashed, and from the looks of it, I had driven straight off the road and a good distance too before the rock stopped me.

I got out of the car- a jeep wrangler from the looks of it- and stepped into the sunlight. The jeep was totalled, I could tell that much immediately, but why had I been driving it in the first place? Did I own a jeep? That license plate was from South Dakota, so that seemed right, but why would I have a jeep? I didn't usually leave the city. Upon further inspection I found a duffle bag filled with some things in the back. It had a water bottle, a few toiletries, clothes- nothing special really. I looked out to the road behind the car, seeing nothing but deserted road as far as the eye could see.

I should do something, right? Something needs to be done, but what? Oh a cellphone. I should call somebody.

When I got my cellphone, shoved into my back pocket, out and in my hand though I hesitated. Who should I call? A close friend I guess? But who was that? A family member? Oh I could call 911. Yeah I should do that….. no cell service.

I glanced back out to the road before taking a deep breath. A walk it is. I grabbed out my sunglasses from the duffel bag- Prada, nice- and slipped those on along with an old baseball cap before lugging the duffel bag over my shoulder. I hesitated, glancing back at the jeep, before taking the keys will me. No sense in locking it, there wasn't much left anyways and who would drive that sucker away?

So I started my walk, and there wasn't much to see other than rocks, dirt, small bushes, and a paved road. Every now and again I checked my phone for a signal, but nothing came of it. It was just a dry, miserable stretch of road.

At least it wasn't insanely hot.

That sun was starting to kill me though, so I took off my over shirt and tied it around my waist before I continued on. In the distance I could faintly see a town, and I told myself the walk wouldn't be so bad. But it was getting dark, I was feeling light-headed, and the city was still a far way in the distance.

That was the first time that day that a car passed me on this stretch of road. No wonder the road looked to be in excellent condition, nobody ever drove down it. To my surprise though, the car quickly stopped before reversing to me. I glanced into the window as it rolled down to reveal two men.

"Hey, are you okay?" The one in the passenger seat asked.

"I think so." I answered briefly. The guy in the passenger seat waited for me to say more, so I filled in. "I think I hit my head, do you know if there's a hospital in this town?"

The guy looked a little confused, while the other one muttered something under his breath. I briefly caught 'crazy chicks' before the first guy spoke again.

"You hit your head? What happened?" He asked in a gentle tone. I pulled my sunglasses and hat off and immediately his eyes went from curious to very surprised. "Holy crap, are you okay?"

"I think so, head wounds bleed a lot normally, right?" I asked, not quite convinced any more if this guy's reaction was something to go by.

"Not that much. Look, me and my brother were just heading through town, we can give you a lift to there if you want." He said.

I hesitated, because the cute puppy dog eyes this guy had made me think he could never do a thing wrong, but then again they were two men, alone, on a deserted road, and I had no way of getting away from them. Granted I had no way of out running them now if they really wanted to come at me.

"I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean. We just want to give you a hand." Sam said.

Sam, that sounded like a nice boy name. And to be honest it was either go with them or risk walking in the dark. Hell maybe I would pass out on the road and the next rare siting of a car would hit me. Guess the choice was obvious

"Okay, just to the hospital?" I clarified. Sam nodded, and against my better judgement, I got in the back seat.

It was quiet for a little while as Dean continued to drive down the road. I didn't know what to say, and neither boy seemed to be chomping at the bit to say anything.

"Thank you," I blurted out after a moment, "for picking me up. I would've been out there in the dark otherwise."

Dean grinned.

"Not everyday a lady thanks me for picking her up."

I didn't know what to say to that, and apparently neither did Sam since he had a 'what-am-I-going-to-do-with-you?' Look on his face before he reached back and handed me a cloth. I noticed it was damp and hesitated.

"It's just water, you've got blood running down your face." Sam said. I blinked a few times, not really registering that this was an issue, before I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror.

"Holy crap." I said as wiped the blood away from my face. It stung like Hell and a bunch of small cuts were everywhere, but other than that my face looked fine. No major swelling at all, but the top of my head hurt like Hell still. I glanced at it in the rearview and found there to be a longer gash that crept into my hairline.

"So what exactly happened?" Sam asked, glancing back at me while I tried to keep cleaning my face. The result was fresh blood spilling thanks to my rough administrations. I decided to quit then and instead leaned back on the seat.

"I don't know, I woke up and my car was crashed."

"You don't know?" Dean asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror. Doubt oozing off of his tone.

"I don't remember. I just woke up." I explained.

"What's your name?" Sam asked, making me look at him. I opened my mouth to say something, but then I shut it.

What was my name?

I sat there, in the back of that car, without a hot clue what to say to them.

"You still there?" Dean asked, earning a smack from Sam. Dean glared at him, but then then both seemed to be looking at me.

"I don't know." I said.

"How don't you know? You're either all here or you-" I cut Dean off then. It was rude, but I was starting to realize the reality fo the situation.

"I mean I don't know my name. How can that be possible? Everybody knows their name, except new borns that aren't used to it yet. And crazy people. Oh God, am I crazy? Did you guys pick up a crazy hitchhiker? Next I'm going to be told there is no Sam and Dean and I'm actually in a padded cell-"

"Whoa whoa whoa! Slow your role sunshine!" Dean said quickly.

"Hey, look at me," Sam called out to me. I looked at him with tears welling in my eyes. "I know this is scary, but it's going to be alright. We'll get you to a hospital and they'll take care of you."

Gosh this guy was a gentle soul. He looked like he would coo at me if I started falling apart anymore. It made me take a few deep breaths and gather myself. I resisted the urge to wipe my eyes and instead dabbed them with the towel Sam gave me earlier.

"Okay…. okay." I said, trying my best to keep everything together. The drive became quiet shortly afterwards.

The two boys filled me in on a few small things. Firstly that I was on my way to Moab, Utah, USA. That didn't ring any bells, despite me knowing where that was. They informed me that the date was March 29th of 2006. Again, no value on the date.

When we got to the hospital Sam was kind enough to make sure I got inside and taken care of. I was seen to immediately before being hooked up for IV fluids. Apparently I was dehydrated and blood loss probably didn't help.

Once I was situated I saw Sam talking with the doctor outside my room. Probably filling him in on what was going on. They parted ways, Sam entering the room shortly after.

"Thank you again for helping me. It was really kind of you." I said, feeling better already after just a half hour of fluids. Sam didn't look plussed, but he forced a smile.

"Don't mention it. The doctor said you'll have to stay here overnight for observation." He held out a sticky note with a number on it. "This is my number, if you need anything don't hesitate to call."

I took the note, staring down at the messy hand writing, before glancing back up to the giant puppy dog in front of me. Did I forget to mention how big Sam was? He was huge! At least a foot taller than me, maybe more? But besides his height, something else was distracting me.

"Why are you doing this? I mean I'm so very grateful you did, but I'm a complete stranger. Why are you helping me?" I asked. Somehow I expected some self-sacrificing comment of 'you would do the same' or something cheesy along those lines, but instead Sam looked…. conflicted. Between his worried brow and the way a muscle in his jaw jumped, I got the feeling there was something he really wanted to say to me. Instead, this very fake looking smile came onto his face, nothing like the soothing one he was using earlier. This one screamed that he was hiding something from me.

"A lot of people would be better off if somebody stopped and helped them. And I don't think you're a bad person, just someone who needs help." Sam said, making me snort a little.

"Sam, you don't even know my name." I retorted. Sam shrugged, a sad smile on his face.

"I think you'll remember, alright? I think you just need a hand. And- well, me and my brother, we deal with….. weird things a lot."

I was about to ask him to elaborate but his cellphone began to ring. He checked the caller ID before looking back at me.

"Take care." Then he was gone.

My evening in the hospital was pretty disappointing. There wasn't much to look at with the drab off white walls and that beyond it's expiration and turning-pink red chairs No hot doctors or nurses, Hell I would take a good looking janitor at this point.

I was given my duffel bag after the doctor informed me that I was to get a CT and an MRI tomorrow. He told me why both of them but the medical mumbo jumbo went over my head. I wasn't allowed any pain killers until they were sure nothing was wrong with my noggin so I sat there with a dull ache in the side of my head. At least they stitched me up (apparently only three stitches were needed.) and had numbed that spot. Overall I wasn't hurting terribly, but it was enough that I didn't argue with the doctors.

I was shuffling through my duffel bag when I found my wallet. Very plain, yellow, with a strong zipper. Inside was my driver's license! Yes! I nearly cried from victory before looking over my information.

Taylor Wilson

24

Brown eyes, brown hair

5'4

2194 Edgeland Road, Sioux Falls, SD

This was me. I knew this was me. My home was in South Dakota, my home, on the edge of Sioux Falls. Yes this made sense.

It was shortly afterwards that a woman came in, informing me that I had no card on file. I handed her one of my credit cards…. Which she came back with shortly after.

"I'm sorry Ms. Wilson, your card has been declined."

I tried another.

"Declined."

Another?

"Miss, is there someone that you can call?"

Well this just-

I looked through my cellphone, but there was still no signal availible. You'd think a signal would be in this town? I went through my numbers, hoping to find a contact number, but instead of one I found nearly fifty contacts.

I was wheeled to the secretary's office, and handed a phone while I continued to search through my contacts.

I tried the 'Hana Wilson' contact. A sister? Cousin?

"Singer's Residence."

I paused, frowning. Singer?

"Hi, I'm looking for Hana Wilson?" I hesitated when there was not response at the other end for a beat.

"Wrong number."

Click

Well that was weird. I decided to try another number- oh.

It was the same number.

I tried another- nope same thing. Shit what the Hell? I tried six more contacts, all to the same affect.

Ok, this isn't a reason to panic. Just calm down man, it's okay, just relax.

"Miss?" I jumped. "Is everything okay?"

The secretary was giving me that sad look that said she thought I had no friends, which might've been the truth for all I know.

"Oh, uh yeah everything's fine, I think….. I think my mom is just asleep so…." I wondered if Sam's puppy dog eyes would work in this situation. Maybe I could try it for myself.

"That's alright Miss, we can try again in the morning." She said with a sad smile that I gingerly returned.

I have to get out of here.

Thus began my daring escape from the hospital….. which mostly had me changing my clothes and jumping out the window on the first floor. It wasn't actually that impressive, but if anyone asked me I was going to pretend I fought of like three security guards and a few doctors.

The only impressive thing I managed to do was find a phone booth to discreetly put what little change I had into and called Sam. The phone rung a few times before Sam answered it.

"Hello?" Yup, that was Sam. Big gentle giant.

"Hey Sam, I-uh, I have a bit of a problem." I said, feeling odd trying to explain everything.

"I'm sorry, but who is this?" Oh right, guess I never actually got my name to him even.

"Oh this is Taylor- oh the amnesia chick you pick up from the side of the road? I found my name on my license. It's Taylor Wilson." I explained.

"Right, okay, Taylor's your name? That's good you found out. My brother and I were just finishing up here and were about to come check on you." Sam said. I heard something that sounded like a complaint in the background.

"Actually that's what I called about. I-uh, I don't have a working credit card- oh not that I'm asking for money! I ended up running from the hospital because I had nothing. I just wanted to let you know I'm not there and well….. I'm sorry to ask Sam, but I have literally no one who can help me."

Well this was embarrassing. I really didn't want Sam to think I was trying to get something out of this. Honestly if I had a choice I would've sent him a big thank you basket and sent him on his merry way with his less than merry brother.

"It's okay Taylor. Listen, it's getting late, why don't you meet us at the bar and we'll go from there?" Sam asked. Immediately I felt so much lighter and nodded despite Sam not being able to see it.

"Yes, thank you."

I wrote down the bar name and hung up, took a deep breath, then started my venture of finding said bar. It didn't take long, was maybe a ten minute walk. But it was dark now and I was less than thrilled at having to deal with the people who came with the dark.

I entered the dive bar- there wasn't even a bouncer at the door- and made my way over to a table. My wallet and phone were placed on the table while my duffel bag was dropped onto the ground. To my surprise a man that was neither Sam nor Dean slid into the seat next to me. He looked like a trucker and smelled like a farmer. I leaned away immediately.

"Now what is a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?" He asked.

"I'm not alone, I'm just waiting on…. On some friends." I said while looking around the bar. Did I miss Sam and Dean somewhere?

"Well they shouldn't be leaving you all alone. Can I buy you a drink?" He asked. I turned to give a very fakery sweet smile.

"I don't drink." I said shortly before pulling my stuff off the table to toss back into my duffel bag. Just as I made to grab my phone the man put a hand on my right forearm. I tensed right up. I curled my left hand so tightly into a fist and

"Easy darlin'. I meant no offence-"

"Taylor, you okay?"

I turned to see Sam standing in between myself and the man. He practically loomed overtop of us as we both peered up at the Sasquatch of a man. I yanked my arm free from the creep and smiled up to Sam.

"Sam! Good to see you. I was just waiting for you to arrive." I said while turning to the creepy guy. "This is my good friend Sam, the one I was waiting on. Thanks for keeping me company until he arrived."

Thankfully creepy guy finally got the message and stood up before stomping away. Sam took his chair and sat down while I took a deep breath.

"What is with guys not getting the hint?" I muttered under my breath, but Sam heard it and gave a short laugh.

"Uh, yeah, guys are jerks, I should know." Sam said, but there wasn't a dark intent to his words. Still I felt the need to correct him.

"Oh I never meant you. You've been so nice to me so far and honestly I'd probably have had to get picked off the side of the road by Creepy Guy if I hadn't see you and your brother coming in. Speaking of, where is he?" I asked, scanning the bar. Sam nodded towards the darts corner, where I could see Dean and three women giggling all around him.

"So listen, Taylor uh, you said you found out some information about yourself?" Sam asked. I brought myself back to the current situation and looked over to him.

"Yeah, I found a little." I said while pulling out my driver's license and credit cards. "So these are all in my name, but they have future expiry dates and all declined. Then there's the fact that my cellphone is never in service but seems to function otherwise. There's no texts, no recent calls, nothing. The only proof I have about myself is this address."

Sam took my license and looked it over. After a second I saw his shoulders tense up and his whole body go rigid. He looked up at me and for the first time I felt like I should go running for the hills.

Gone was the little Sam puppy dog eyes, gone was the soft voice that made me feel safe. Instead I got this Sam, who was looking at me through his lashes with a 'if looks could kill you'd be long dead' gaze.

I shivered.

"Who are you?" Sam asked in a lower tone than he had used before. I immediately felt the need to back track as he practically glowered at me from across the table.

"I….. I don't know what you mean. Sam-"

"Something wrong here Sammy?" Dean's voice flitted into my ears as he come closer to us. He rounded me and came to a stop beside Sam, but one look between the two told me I was far from saved from Sam's weird mood swing. Sam showed Dean my ID, an then suddenly both of them were glaring at me.

"I think we need to talk." Dean said shortly. I felt a tremble run through me at the cold gaze that came across their eyes.

"O-OK….. can I just get my ID back please?" I asked, shaking as I took the card from Sam's outstretched hands. I was jerky and uncomfortable with the motion, but I managed to grab it and stuff it back into my wallet after a little bit of effort. "Ok, well I-I'm going to- I'm gunna pee and be right back."

I grabbed my duffel bag off the ground and shoved everything into it before slinging it over my shoulder.

"Make it quick, sweetheart." Dean said while he pulled on a leather jacket. However the motion caused his over shirt to shift a little, letting me see the gun that was tucked into his waistband.

My heart dropped to the fucking floor before I forced myself to slowly walk to the bathroom. However the moment I went through those doors I was gulping for air as fast and hard as I could. Cold water- I need water!

I splashed my face and drank some out of the tap trying to cool myself off. Dear fucking God there was no way in high Hell I could go outside with them. They were crazy people! Crazy people with guns! What if they hurt someone in the bar too? I couldn't just up and say I wasn't going. A guy carrying a concealed weapon like that had no concern with just taking a shot in the middle of a crowded place.

I looked up to the window…

That would be my one chance at escape.

It wasn't a huge window, in fact had I been any taller it would've been absolutely impossible for me to fit through the ceil. So I tossed my bag out first and slowly started to climb out.

My landing on the outside wasn't the most graceful either, but I landed on my feet and, after stumbling to regain my balance, I picked up my duffel bag and spun around to run away-

And came face to face with the barrel of a gun. Dean was the one to hold it to me, and from the look on his face he found my escape attempt amusing. Something that made me tremble all over again.

"Nice try sweetheart."

Look Ma! I did a thing!

Okay, I posted this story a while ago but for some weird reason it wasn't letting me add new chapters, so I had to delete it and repost. Sorry, but I hope y'all enjoy this!

SPN has ended! I'm sad, and need some fanfiction to deal with it.

Cheers!

Iland Girl