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DragonXeona and MsThunderSkies

"So here's what happened. Atla and I both had a ton of fun in Supernatural, so we decided a few days after our first visit to go back in"

"Yeah, that was the literal next place we went. Billions of stories to visit, but we wanted to go back to the same crummy soap opera."

"If you didn't want to go, you shouldn't have agreed!"

"Well, I thought you were kidding!"

"You thought I was kidding when I put the book on the altar."

"Whatever, shut up just keep going."

"Fine. Anyway, we met up and got thrown out into a bar on some college campus. I, of course, instantly recognized it as the bar from Tall Tales, one of my favourite supernatural episodes."

"Nerd."

"I swear to god I will defenestrate you!"

"I'd like to see you try!"

"Ugh, let's just keep going."

"Wimp."

"Anyway, I immediately spotted Sam and Dean."

They were sitting next to some college students, and we walked over, and sat next to them. They looked shocked, but just went with it.

"Um, these kids are family friends, they're interested in journalism when they come here next year so they're shadowing us." Sam said smoothly. That was actually a pretty good lie. They sort of nodded at us. But suddenly, Atla just got up and walked away. The girl went on to theorize about how, this professor that jumped out of a building was actually murdered. He had an affair with one of his students, and after it was broken off, she jumped out a window. After we were done talking to them, Dean pulled me aside.

"Look, I don't know where you've been for the past year, but I want to know what you're doing here."

I shrugged, "Working a case." He scowled at me, I was a little intimidated, but tried not to show it.

"Yeah? You just happened to be working the same case?" I nod. He obviously doesn't believe me, and he makes that known in his glare, but lets it go for now.

"Alright, well I'm getting one drink, then we're getting you both out of here. I don't even know why they let you in." Of course this is when Dean discovered the "Purple Nurple" and was lost to us all. I went to find Atla.

In the back of the bar, there was… I shit you not… a makeshift tattoo parlor. I found Atla, in the seat, drunk, about to get a tattoo of some Naruto symbol. Now, I don't know if tattoos stick when we go back to our world, (the clothes we bought last time did, which opened up a whole new can of sonderous worms) but I wasn't ready to find out yet-

"You know what, this is bullshit!"

"What do you mean?"

"I wasn't drunk!"

"Yes, yes you were… I literally saw the purple nurple in your hand."

"Yes, but it wasn't really affecting me yet, I was totally in my right mind when I made the decision to get that tattoo!"

"No, you weren't. You know how I know that?"

"How?!"

"Because you decided to get a tattoo!"

"What do you have against tattoos?!"

"Nothing! I do have something against fourteen year old girls getting drunk and flirting with an inexperienced, high, creep in order to let him use his unsanitary, homemade tattoo pen on her obviously, underage collar bone!"

"That is NOT what happened!"

"Fine ! You know what! YOU tell the story!"

"Fine!"

I quickly realized that these two kids we were talking to were morons, so I decided to scope out the place. See if anyone around there knew anything actually interesting. I stumbled into the back, and found a bunch of kids giving themselves tattoos. It looked kinda fun, and the guy with the pen mentioned something about his professor who died. Said he was a good man and he was really sad about it. So, when I was flirting with him, it wasn't out of personal interest, I was trying to find out more about this professor.

"So, was he a good teacher?" I asked, shrugging my hair to the side. It was pretty dark in the room, so I doubt he could tell I was so young.

"Yeah, he was awesome. One of those guys who really knew how to engage the class." I smiled sympathetically and put my hand on his. He talked for a long time, and I got some good information. About how the professor supposedly had an affair with a student, and that there was a lot of stigma against him for that. But he didn't think he was so bad. He heard the student was a slut anyway. And age shouldn't be that big of a deal. No matter how old you get, guys have needs, just like women. As long as they are both legal adults and both consenting.

"Jesus Christ Atla, you touched this person?"

"Hey! I got much needed information!"

"We already knew that stuff! And he absolutely knew you were underage, he was probably into it!"

"Well, it doesn't matter! I just flirted. It's not like we fucked!"

"Yeah, you're welcome!"

Anway, someone was passing around drinks, and in order to fit in, I took one. I had a sip but didn't plan on finishing it. That guy asked me if I wanted a tattoo, I said sure. I always wanted one, and here was an opportunity. Live in the today, right? I drew out this symbol, and handed it to him. It was just gonna be really small. I doubted anyone would even notice. From a distance it would look like a mole. But then, Rowan stormed in with all her mom energy glory. She dragged me out of there, and ruined the fun. She pulled me outside to tell me off.

"What are you doing Rowan?!"

"I'm saving your sorry ass!"

"I didn't ask to be saved! I was perfectly fine until you came in and decided to be a buzzkill!"

"Buzzkill! I'm not a buzzkill. I'm fun, but in a sane way."
"That's idiotic."

"It's not idiotic, I just think you're being a moron."

"Moron or not, I just got more info from the creep you were so adamant about not talking to, so there!"

"You mean information we were already getting from the two in the nice, well lit, area of the bar? And besides, I literally know everything that is going to happen here. We don't need to do any real investigating."

"Well, maybe if you told me what the fuck we're doing then I wouldn't have to find out for myself! Here you are, getting lost in your fantasies and half the time I don't even know what's happening! I would appreciate it if you actually talked to me, instead of having a 30 foot pole up your ass. And by the way, you constantly are blowing our cover, you are extremely bad at lying."

"Like you're so much better Ms. tough girl? You act like you have so many secrets and like you're so dark, but really you're just a girl who likes attention, and realized that you didn't want to die boring."

"UGH! You're impossible. So what if I like the attention, who doesn't? If I wanted to get a tattoo, why shouldn't I? Why should you care? We don't even know each other! We've been friends, if we can even call ourselves that, for three days in real time. The rest we've spent in the library, reading. I've seen the way you are at school, I bet you're nothing like people say you are. I bet that you're just a manipulative bitch who likes to play nice!"

"You realize, we are real. I tested it as soon as we got here. We bleed, we have real risks. If we die here, we die out there.

"Great! It's like our everyday lives, what a revelation!"

"You know what I mean, anything that I do brave in here, is worth just as much as it does in the real world! Because they are real risks."

"I take risks everyday because it's who I am! You're taking risks because it makes you feel better! It makes you feel powerful, doesn't it? Like you're important? Well, guess what Rowan? You're nothing but a weak little girl playing hero!"

With that, she pushed me slightly, and I shoved her to the ground. She shouldn't have started this, cause no way in hell can she finish it. She stands up slowly and looks at me. I see her punch come from a mile away. It's so half hearted and forced, I'm easily able to grab her arm and yank her around. She spun, I took advantage of her instability, and pushed her against the wall. I grabbed the collar of her shirt and snarled, "Did you really think you could win this?" She scowled at me but said nothing, just struggled to push me off, but my feet were strategically grounded, so I had the upper hand. Suddenly a hand grabbed the back of my shirt and wrenched me off Rowan. It was Dean.

He wrapped his arms around me, containing me like a straight jacket as I struggled viciously. I wanted to hit her. To show her what a real punch was. She just stared at me shocked, immobile, when Sam grabbed her and placed her behind him. Much more gently then what Dean had been for me. It was almost as if he was protecting her….from me. But she started it. She should've known she couldn't beat me. I kept struggling, trying to get the last laugh.

"What is this? What's going on?!" Dean yelled over my howls of protest.

"She's being a bitch is what's going on!" I screamed.

"Oh yeah everything's my fault. You weren't involved at all!" She shouted from behind Sam.

Dean cut us off, "Okay, enough! Both of you, cool it!"

Sam suggested we go to a hotel and calm down a bit. "Like hell I'm riding with her!" I say, right as Rowan exclaims, "No way!"

"You're being such a baby. This such a fucking quintessential, highschool girl argument. It's so stupid. You're being stupid."

"If I'm being stupid then you must be a dumbass!"

"Yeah, and if I, the straight A student is a dumbass, then you, the loner, outsider, too cool for anyone, are a loser, " she retorted.

"Jokes on you, I have straight A's too!" I realized that I had been forced into yelling louder in order for my words to reach Rowan's ears. Dean dragged me back, and pulled me into the Impala. Sitting in the passenger's seat, I seethed, and tried to reluctantly calm down, or at least have some semblance of it.

"Let's go." Sam, still gripping my arm, gently pulled me out into the street, we walked into some 24 hour diner, and sat in a booth. The kind that had a little chill from the crack under the window.

"Are you more of a pancake or a waffle person?" He asked.

"Pie." I say simply. He laughed.

"Wow. You and Dean, two peas in a pod." I laugh as well.

"Not really, I think down to the personality I relate far more to you." The waiter came by to ask us what we wanted. Sam ordered some sort of protein smoothie thing, and got me a slice of apple pie.

"So why do you think you relate to me?" He asked once the waiter walked away.

"Well, I was the younger sibling my whole life. I am much more of a… feel the situation out as opposed to, these are the rules and follow them out to the extreme. Kind of person. If that makes sense. And I feel like that's how you are too. I also like reading. So does Atla, but… I don't know that's just how I'm not like Dean." Sam nods. We sit in silence until the food arrives, and I say a quiet thank you.

"So. What's going on with you and Atla?" He asks, taking a few sips from his smoothie.

"Well, I know since the only times you've seen us we've been together, but… We're actually not that close. We barely know each other really." Sam tilts his head.

"I know it doesn't make sense, but a lot about us doesn't make sense so just go with it." He gives a slight smile but nods for me to continue.

"We're a lot alike in many ways, but are also starkly different. And sometimes, since we're forced to be around each other constantly, it gets to us." Sam smiled.

"Hey, the same thing happens with Dean and I." Oof, boy do I know it, "I feel like you know us. You talk to us like we've been around each other forever, but we've only met in passing a few times. Dean doesn't trust you at all." Sam smiles a bit.

"But?" I prompt, knowing there's something else.

"But he likes you guys. He doesn't want to admit it, but since he first met you he saw you as sisters. And honestly, I kind of did too. But then you just disappeared. Which was for the best because, well, we can't take care of you. More than that, you can't take care of yourselves. Obviously, given recent events." I dug further into my pie. Yummy. I was trying to avoid the guilt washing over me. Damnit Sam.

"I don't know your situation with Atla. But, I think you seem like you're stuck together. So just… keep away from the violence. Try to communicate your feelings."

"I do! I am so open and available. She's the one who-"

"Who swung first?" I stopped.

"Aren't you supposed to say it doesn't matter who started it?" I ask, chewing my cheek.

"Well, it does." I nod.

"Me." I say quietly.

"You don't seem the violent type." He said.

I groan, "I'm not, I just wanted her to listen. To take me seriously." He finished his smoothie.

"Then tell her that. Atla seems like the type of person who just needs time before she opens up to someone. No matter what you do, you need to be patient. And then she may respect you and listen. It's the same with Dean. Until you get to a certain point with him, everything you say goes in one ear and out the other." I sigh, but know he's right. I just need to turn the other cheek, and be patient with Atla. When I met her, sensors went off in my head. Telling me she had seen shit. And I ignored them. I shouldn't have. I have them for a reason.

While Rowan was having her heart to heart chat with Sam, I was sitting in silence with Dean in the Impala. I swear to god, I was just waiting for him to start lecturing me or some shit. On top of that I had a massive headache. My palms were pressed into my eyes as I tried to make the pounding stop. I sigh, "So...say what you're gonna say. Go on." Dean remains silent.

I speak again, "Come on already! Yell or give me advice or some shit! Oh dearest sensei, share your wisdom." He looked at me out of the corner of his eye for a split second before returning to the road.

"You're an idiot," He said, shaking his head, "You're both idiots."

"What! Why am I the idiot! She started it."

Dean deadpanned, "Right, because Rowan, the most dorky kid I've ever met, would successfully hit you."
"Bitch." He looks over at me, does a little double take before awkwardly putting both hands on the steering wheel, "What's wrong, did I hurt your feelings?" I say sarcastically.

He rolls his eyes and his voice drops an octave. Compensating for how emotionally vulnerable he's about to get, "No, you just remind me of someone. Both of you, actually."

"Do we? And who would that be?"

"Sam and I."

This time, I'm the one who double takes. Then I snort, and soon start trying to smother my hysterical laughter. I breathe like it's my last breath in an effort to stay cool, "Wait, you're serious?"

"Look, laugh all you want. But like it or not, you and Rowan are basically family. And family ain't perfect, but you gotta learn to be there for each other. Unconditionally. If you need to punch her a few times, that's fine, just remember to be around to pick up the pieces, you know?"

I think for a minute, about my next words, "Listen Dean, me and Rowan, we-we just haven't known each other very long. We've lived in a fantasy world for a while, in reality, we know absolutely nothing about the other. I know it sounds mean, but I consider Rowan a stranger. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it."

"I'm just gonna be a total hypocrite right now, ok?" I nod, "Rowan seems to be one of those people who stresses. I know you think of her as a stranger, but she already cares and worries a shit ton about you. You, are a total asshole, I know that, cause you're like… a mini, female version of me. And I'm a total asshole. You have this person, who wants to be your friend, and I don't know, wants you to stay alive? Even if it's for selfish purposes, like she doesn't want to be left alone. That's an awesome thing, and you gotta try to embrace it."

We drive in silence for a little bit, "You know, I was just joking about the sensei thing, right? Did not expect you to become all philosophical and shit."

"Shut up, and let her be nice to you. She seems to think you deserve it."

I sigh, "She's too nice for her own good. One day someone is gonna take advantage of her, and she's going to end up getting walked all over."

"You know if you told her that, she'd probably give you a very harsh frown."

I snort, "Yeah, cause she can't fight worth shit."

"Yeah, I saw that punch she threw… I can't believe she's a hunter..."

"Um...about that…" He raises an eyebrow. "We're not actually hunters, not technically. We're just amateurs."

"You want more wisdom, apparently I'm just shitting it out today. We're all amateurs. And I know you're hiding something from us. I mean the whole straight As thing? Even hunters that actually went to school didn't get straight As. No way both of you are frickin honors students. So I don't know what the hell. You just hang out at weird kid prep until you feel like bugging us? I'm just hoping you aren't like… you know using us to end the world or something."

My eyebrows crease, "The fuck? Ending the world? You do realize that we would end with it right? I never got that super villain thing, like seriously, you would just die like everyone else. It's idiotic and extremely counterproductive."

"It's not about ending existence, it's like… I don't know killing all the jackasses on the other side and creating your own empire to rule."

"Do you watch Star Wars? I'm not freakin' Darth Vader."

"Only an appropriate amount." he adds under his breath, "And like hell you're cool enough to be Vader."

"True enough. But I'm still cooler than you, dumbass. Also, we've been driving like forever. Where are we even going?"

"I've kinda just been driving around in circles… You're avoiding your annoying sibling, I'm avoiding mine."

From there we descend into madness...

The next day, we went to check out the scene of the crime. Atla and I, mostly avoiding one another. Sam and Dean had us stay out in the car, so as not to blow their cover, I was sad I wouldn't get to meet Gabriel, but I went with it. I could always meet him later. So we were waiting out, when suddenly, Atla got into the driver's seat.

"What are you doing?" I ask, crouching by the window.

"They'll probably be gone for a bit." She started the car. Jesus, Dean needed to start keeping that key with him. We apparently are NOT to be trusted.

"I'm just gonna take it cruising." She said.

"Cruising?" I repeat. 'Cause who has fucking used that word since the fifties? I stop myself. I'm trying not to be judgmental. Let her be her, give her time. One day she'll trust me.

"Be careful. Drive slow to start out?"

She sort of... looked at me taken aback, but nodded.

"You know, that was so cheesy you almost ruined this moment for me. But this is an awesome car. So I'm just gonna block out you and your high road."

"Ok! I did NOT say that!"

"Uh, maybe you didn't say it, but that's what you were thinking!"

"..."

"Told you."

"You don't know me."

I'm responsible, I took it slow at first. But like many things, I'm a natural driver. I went around the block a few times, then started speeding up. I swear, it was like I was the Flash, running in circles. Rowan just stood there on the street corner with her arms crossed, and her bottom lip pouting. I got out before the Winchesters got there, and Dean didn't even notice.

"I told you it'd be fine"

"I didn't disagree! I let you go!"

"Yeah but you weren't happy about it."

"Hmph..."

Back at the apartment, Sam and Dean reported that the janitor(Gabriel) told them about how there was a girl with the professor when he died. Apparently he had a habit of picking up younger girls. They decided to look into it, try to figure out who the girl was. Dean and Sam were arguing about how Dean used Sam's computer and it froze on "Busty Asian Beauties "

The next day I went to talk to Kurtis. One of the kids we were interrogating the day before. He had called, saying he was "abducted by aliens." Apparently they did experiments and…probed him…a lot. Dean, Sam, and Atla seemed to think it was funny. I thought it was pretty rapey. But when he told us he was forced to slow dance with the alien, even though I knew it was coming, I did choke on my rootbeer. Dean and Sam thought he was nuts, so we went to check on the site where Kurtis was abducted. Sam confirmed that the grass looked like it had been burned by a jet engine. We went to go talk to one of Kurtis' frat brothers. According to him, even if Kurtis wasn't insane, he sorta deserved it. Apparently he was the pledge master and there were some problems with hazing. I was seriously hoping he wasn't implying that Kurtis forced some of the freshman to do weird sex stuff with him.

When we got back to the hotel, I sort of hovered around Dean and Sam excitedly. One of my favourite lines in the series was coming up.

"You know something? I put up with a lot from you!"

"What're you talking about? I'm a joy to be around!"

"Yeah You're dirty socks in the sink! You're food in the fridge!"

"What's wrong with my food?"

"It's not food anymore Dean! It's darwinism!"

"I still like it!"

"And all I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't touch my stuff!"

"You done?" Sam scoffed and was gonna walk away, but then turned back to Dean.

"You know, how would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?"

"It'd be the last thing you ever did." Dean said with a stone face. I was so happy. That was one of the most classic moments of the show. But then, I knew I should step in. Atla and I had decided to assume that everything in this world was real, and they all had minds of their own. Therefore, we should be trying to save them. I knew the next guy who would die would be someone who experimented on animals, but I knew how to stop it so I had to. Maybe afterwards we could send him to jail or get his license revoked. I spoke up.

"So, guys… It's obviously a trickster." They both turned to look at me.

"Trickster?" I nodded.

"Yeah, demigods, they're big on ironic deaths. Kind of a sick sense of justice." Dean and Sam looked at eachother, then back at me. Atla didn't seem to be paying attention.

"That's…" Dean began.

"So obvious…" Sam finished. I nodded proudly.

"What do these things look like, and how do we kill it?"

"Takes the form of a regular human, and a wooden stake to the heart." I said smiling. I knew it wasn't really gonna kill it, because the "trickster" was actually an archangel. But Sam and Dean still had a little while before they uncovered that. Hell, they didn't even know angels existed at this point.

"Well, both crimes happened outside that one building. Calvert? Something like that. So I guess we should check it out there?"

"The janitor." Sam said, sighing. I nodded.

The next day Dean and Sam went to talk to the Janitor(Gabriel) While Atla and I waited outside as backup. I felt bad because I couldn't fight worth a dime. They had their fake argument, and Sam left, so that the trickster would think Dean was going in alone. From around the corner, I saw Dean go inside the building.

"We just gotta wait here until Sam's cue." I say. Atla nodded. Atla didn't know this, but inside Dean would walk into an auditorium with fake hookers and a disco ball. Sam made his cue, and Atla and I rushed in, opposite the door of him. I saw the red four poster bed on the stage, and the two basically naked girls sitting on it. And the disco ball hanging from the theater rafters. Gabriel was sitting in one of the first few rows of seats, and Dean was grinning smugly.

"That fight you guys had outside? That was a trick?" Dean nodded.

"Hmm, not bad. But you wanna see a real trick?" He snapped his fingers and a guy with a chainsaw appeared behind Dean. He ran back, and was confronted by the two harlots. They pushed Dean back and forth, punching him. Sam did his best to keep the chainsaw guy away from us as I sprinted for Dean's discarded stake. I grabbed it and turned to the trickster. I walked slowly towards him, and he looked at me curiously. Sam and Dean were preoccupied, Atla had rushed over to help Sam. I twirled both stakes in my hand, then looked up at Gabriel. He was staring at me as if I was an Alien. He knows. I think. So I decided to screw it.

"We both know these aren't gonna hurt you." I say, so that only he can hear me. He tilted his head slightly, a look of confusion spreading over his face, "And, we both know you can't kill Sam or Dean."

"Where are you from?" He asked, holding his ground. I winked, and plunged both of the stakes deep into his chest, and what I knew to be a mere reflection of him, fell back into a chair, dead. The chainsaw guy and the women all disappeared, and Dean looked at me astounded. We all ran outside, and got into the Impala.

"We gotta get out of here before someone finds that body." Dean says, as he starts speeding down the highway.

We arrive at some hotel, I don't even know where, this part wasn't in the episode, and Dean and Sam get out of the car. We all go upstairs, Dean and Sam take the beds, while Atla and I begrudgingly share the pullout. We crash instantly. In the morning, Dean shakes us awake.

"Yo, tweens." He says. Atla's hand just about smacks him.

"Chill." He says, going to grab something. It's a plate of food. Sausage and Pancakes.

"Got it down the street. Eat up and then we gotta talk." I give Atla my sausage hoping she'll see it as a sign of good will. She eats it and looks at me apologetically.

"Hey! You need protein!" Dean says through the massive amount of food in his mouth. Sam snorts and shakes his head.

"I'm vegetarian." I say shrugging. Dean gives me just about the dirtiest look imaginable.

"There is so much wrong with you." He said, shaking his head, "So what, do you not like being happy?" I stick my tongue out at him.

"You know, hunting is no job for a vegetarian," Sam says from where he's sitting.

"Hunters should only kill things to stop others from dying. Killing a pig isn't gonna save anyone." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, that isn't what we wanted to talk to you guys about." He said, sitting up straight. Oh god.

"Where do you guys stay when you aren't with us? How do you get around? What happened to your parents?" Atla and I exchanged looks.

"How are you dealing with your father's death?" I ask, genuinely.

Taken aback, Sam replies, "How did you know about that?" I shrug.

"I hear things."

"You didn't answer my questions," Dean snarled.

"You didn't answer mine." I cross my arms.

"You're not my therapist."

"Yeah, like you'd ever actually have a therapist." He didn't reply, he just gave me a death stare. Damn, did I change the subject, "Look, I'm not answering anything until you get your alexithymia in check. Cause honestly, the whole man-pain story is so overdone." I could see Sam struggling to hold back a laugh.

"You've obviously been through a lot, and if you wanted to talk about it, shoot somethings, that'd all be fine. But you, and Sam," I added as an afterthought, "Need to learn how to grieve properly. Because your inability to deal with death is what gets you into a lot of trouble."

"You're talking about us as if you know us. But we've only met like twice." Sam says.

"I'm intuitive." I say. Atla laughs at that.

"Anyway, we gotta go. See you around?" I start heading towards the door.

"You still haven't explained anything to us." Dean called.

Atla grinned ferally, "Maybe next time." And we left.

"You know, it wasn't that bad."

"It really wasn't. I mean at the beginning we had some… differences… but the rest went pretty smoothly."

"Yeah. So I guess, we should shut this off?"

"Sure. And did you stab that guy?"

"Yep."

"...cool."

*Click*

Rowan turned off the camera.

"Was that really necessary?" I ask. She gestured to all the other tapes we had found earlier.

"We've found the users of these library recordings, since before recordings existed. If they all did it, why shouldn't we?"

"Because it's stupid?" I say, letting the tape fly away.

"Well, stupid or not, these tapes may be useful. We should look through all of them."

I groan, "All of them?"

"Yes, I bet they give information about where this library comes from. It could be useful."

"That's gonna be so boring. I don't wanna hear about a bunch of old peoples' stupid adventures, I wanna go on my own."

"And we will, but time stops in here, so we have forever to do that. No harm in a little research." Rowan and I don't technically fight. But, we definitely don't see eye to eye on everything. And, we have our bad days. We discovered earlier that one of us can't leave or enter the library without the other, so she gestured to me to follow her. We had been in there for a few days, but it was impossible to keep an exact track. I looked around, and said a silent goodbye for now.